no one man should have all that hotness

sebastian stan is too powerful because he can fit multiple kinds of hot aesthetic. like, ‘bad guy sex god’ and ‘broody tortured soul’ hot aesthetic??? but also ‘boy next door’ and ‘james dean’ aesthetic??? and ‘subby hot who would love letting you have his way with him’ but also ‘flirty dom who’ll pin you against the wall’??? he can pull off goofy cute or attractive domestic husband or hot hipster. just look at his photoshoots, he can be literally every kind of hot and frankly, no one man should have all that power.

Text Message Received

Sebastian Stan x Female Reader

Sebastian receives an unexpected text from you.

Warnings: bad date, language, and partial nudity

M/F/N: my friend’s name

Originally posted by buckysqueenbitch

“What do you think?” you asked your best friend as you snapped a picture. “We thinking a skirt or pants?”

She was silent for a moment as the picture loaded. “Pants, definitely. Tight and black. Let the man see your curves!”

“Shut up,” you scoffed.

“Know who you should send the picture to?” You could hear the smile in her voice.

You knew exactly where this was going. Groaning, you rolled your eyes and stepped into a pair of pants that matched your friend’s description. “I am not going to text a picture to Seb. Especially one I’m almost naked in.”

She chuckled almost wickedly. “Come on, Y/N. You two have the hots for each other. We can all see it.”

“So says you.”

“Just send it,” she continued to tease.

There was only one way to get her to drop it. With a heavy sigh, you pretended to give in. “If it will make you happy. Yes, I’ll send it.”

You had absolutely no intention of sending the picture, but your phone didn’t know that. The voice recognition software that came already installed made quick work of doing exactly what you said.

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get some rest sleep well; peter parker

request“could you do a peter parker x reader where neither of them have had their first kiss so they just decide to get it over with and it’s all cute and awkward and fluffy??? thank you!”

word count: 1,182

warnings: cute teenagers, bad writing lmao

a/n: ngl this is loosely based off my friends that did this except it started with spin the bottle (where u kiss the body part the bottle lands on,, it was a weird night). sorry this ones super short love u guys xoxo. listened to this while writing

Your name: submit What is this?

“You know…”

Your gaze shifted from he TV to your friend, who laid in all his tired glory beside you.

“I’ve never kissed anyone before.”

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Ken’s swearing is part of the reason I find him relatable LIKE WHO DOESN’T SWEAR…..Yeah that’s what I thought. He is a human and A GROWN ASS MAN! Stop treating KPOP IDOLS LIKE CHILDREN! Holey shit while I am at it I might as well pop all your bubbles.

- Kpop idols probably have sex…. They are hot everyone knows and they are in their prime so if they can ind the time then they probbs have done the sex.




anonymous asked:

Ya-ho! Hiya I was wanting to request a Mc going to a hot spring for the first time! V+Saeran+RFA ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) Btw I love this blog a lot! So please keep the good work!

(I can only think of Seven’s “Ya-ho!” or Oikawa Tooru’s “Yahoo~” ) tobio chan accompany me to the hot spring

(I got to this very late I’m sorry!!!!!)

Also for some reason when I read “hot spring” I was thinking an onsen, like some Yuri!!! On Ice scene where MC walks in and Zen’s standing there in the water stark naked 


  • wait do we have to be naked in front of other people
  • As long as he doesn’t have to be naked, it’s fine
  • “Is it gonna burn me alive..WAIT WAIT aren’t those the things that boil and SHOOT the hot water out and KILL YOU?”
  • Yoosung honey that’s a g e y s e r
  • oh
  • He’s really nervous but once you show him Youtube videos of it, he gets really excited
  • it takes him like 20 minutes to actually get the courage to actually GET IN THE WATER WHILE YOU’RE THERE THOUGH


  • Complete opposite of Yoosung
  • “Can I get naked??~”
  • “Zen no”
  • Really really up for it? It’s something he hasn’t tried before so HEY why not, it’s a first time for both of you
  • Brags about how he’s gonna be the best looking one there, Zen I swear to god
  • Also worries if the hot water is going to mess with his skin and dry it out?? Does a lot of research because of course a charming actor can’t show any signs that he’s also a human like everyone else


  • At first she’s worried about having the time to actually go but when she gets the all clear from Mr. Jumin Han then she is OUT *Technically I should write for Jaehee in like..after ending terms? Like Coffee Shop doings and such but it’s my default to write with her working for kitty man*
  • Probably the most excited out of everyone, including you
  • She tells you beforehand that if the water is not clear she is not putting a TOE IN IT unless she has water-shoes on or something of the sort
  • It’s a very much needed vacation for her, though, and it relaxes the hell out of her
  • Chills in the water with her eyes shut and after about fifteen minutes you have to ask “Jaehee you’re alive right” “hmmm..?”


  • This is also a vacation that Jumin needs, if he doesn’t slow down with all the workaholic mess then I’m gonna karate chop him in the throat
  • Surprisingly enough, Jumin’s heard of a hot spring before. His traveling has made it possible. (about damn time with his “what is a donut” havin ass) 
  • Never actually BEEN to one though
  • “Perhaps Elizabeth 3rd can come too…” Jumin she is a CAT. She does not like WATER.
  • Wants to buy a large and awfully expensive hot tub after the hot spring experience


  • Not like Yoosung or Zen
  • Meaning he’s butt ass naked before you can even say “Saeyoung wait” 
  • This is, in fact, not Saeyoung Choi’s first rodeo with a hot spring and whether or not he was actually supposed to be sitting in hot springs while abroad for missions is n o n e of your concern
  • He’s lucky that there’s no kids but at one point a family does show up and it becomes like this Wild Hogs situation where you have to wave your hands and tell them that it isn’t best for them to get in the water without explicitly saying “my boyfriend’s dick is out, please don’t”
  • (it’s not forbidden to be nude at these things but they had kIDS)


  • Taking pictures before ANYTHING ELSE
  • Specifically wants a picture of you in it, as well
  • Shy about getting into it but as long as you’re easy and gentle with telling him that number one, he is not required to take all of his clothing off and number two, nothing is gonna hurt him in the water then he is a-okay what a SWEETIE
  • *Also before you guys had even left to go to the hot spring, he was about having everything you needed like super paranoid that you guys were gonna leave something at home*


  • “why tho”
  • ^^Saeran’s response to just about anything though. BUT it’s more “why don’t we just go find a hot tub or something”
  • “Because a hot spring is a cooler and more fun experience, thank you”
  • Not expecting much from it until you guys get there but like he’s hesitant to get in if there’s a shit ton of other people there
  • “Are they naked” “Some of them” “I’m gonna catch an STD if I breathe near that water, no thanks”
  • The problem is that he awkwardly stays right near you and gets so freaked out if you move “Wait nO StoP Stay hERe I dont wanna wALK AROUND- Stop it’s weIRD”
Plus, she’s amazing !

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Requested by anon 

plus!sized reader x Luke Alvez

Title : Plus, she’s amazing !

Pairing : Luke Alvez x reader

POV : Reader’s

Word count : 2718 (I have been deprived of feelings okay don’t judge me)

 A/n - I literally went wild with this and tried to write a more positive story because most plus!sized reader fics are kind of depressing. I still touch upon insecurities, but it’s far more light hearted. This will also be a multi chapter fic if you guys want :)

Thank’s to @madamredwrites for the title, you are amazing <3 and @lostdreamsanddeadroses for beta reading this piece of fan trash :)

Also thanks to @happilygubler, @sassygeek77 and @zugzwangxo who encouraged me to write Luke Alvez fics. WE NEED MORE!!!

Originally posted by emilyprentiss

This had to go well. Andi left the unit under you, you had to do this right. You were familiar with the BAU. Garcia and you were good friends but you hadn’t met the team at all and it was frustrating. “You’ve got this Y/N, the force is one with you.” you mumbled, playing with your necklace. The elevator doors dinged open and you stepped out, heading straight for the doors where a group of people stood crowded around a few desks in the bullpen. You recognized the lanky tall one to be Spencer from Penelope’s polaroid wall. He looked quite different with the 4th doctor get up. You also recognized Prentiss, the new unit chief, who seemed to be in the middle of a briefing.

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The Lost Light Does Your Makeup (S1 Cast)

(I’m leaving it up to the reader to decide whether these losers are using holomatter avatars or are in robot mode btw so I guess you can apply these to either a human or Cybertronian reader if you want lmao) (also why are there so many god damn robots on this ship this is so long holy hell)


  • He tries giving you smokey eyes. It doesn’t work out.
  • No seriously he’s so bad at doing makeup don’t let him near the eyeliner he’ll poke you in the eye with it and scream because he thinks you’ve gone blind.


  • He loves painting your lips, because he likes how it makes your smiles even prettier!
  • Probably forgets to use a setting spray/powder/whatever and gets a bit sad when it rubs off though (unleSS IT RUBBED OFF ON HIM CAUSE U WERE SMOOCHING).


  • He thinks it’s kinda dumb, but will do it anyway if you ask nicely. If you ask him pre-Delphi his hands might seize up and he’ll like. Smear lipstick across your entire face.
  • Post-Delphi when he’s got New Hands smearing stuff across your face won’t be a problem. He’s great at doing your eyeliner, and other more finnicky things but he’s gonna need you to explain what each product is and which brush you gotta use it with.

Ultra Magnus

  • It takes a lot of convincing to get him to do it, but he’s actually not bad if you’re okay with staying still for a long time (he’ll make mistakes and then remove everything and start over until you look flawless)
  • He will up your eyebrow game by an insane amount and your eyeliner will have perfectly even wings. Get Mags to do your makeup.


  • He’s constantly cracking jokes while he’s applying the goods, so you end up laughing really hard when he tries to do anything.
  • You look like a disaster when he’s done, but you both had fun and he did his best so it’s okay. You do his makeup too and take some selfies together.


  • He gets very excited because you’re so cute!! And he gets to help you look even cuter!! He’s determined to make you look amazing.
  • He’s got no idea what any of these things are. Please guide this big baby through the whole process so he doesn’t get lipstick on your eyes or something.


  • He saw you do your makeup once and was all “hey can I try” so you were like “sure thing lol” because you couldn’t get your eyeliner right.
  • He managed to do everything perfectly on his first try and even did a bit of contouring. You hate how perfect you look. This isn’t fair Skids. You don’t even wear makeup, Skids. 


  • He’s either terrible or really great at makeup, there’s no in between with him.
  • He’s gonna screw conventional makeup looks and go for something very elaborate and avantgarde just because he can. You either look glorious and majestic or monstrous and terrifying when he’s done with you. Get Brainstorm to do your makeup.


  • He’s not gonna do it, so don’t even bother asking.
  • I mean I guess if you try hard enough he might give in and teach you some old as balls Cybertronian makeup techniques that have been otherwise forgotten (spoiler alert: they’re all war paint patterns), but that’s all you’re getting and he’ll only do it once, so you better remember those looks. You look badass tho.


  • He’s honored you’ll let him do your makeup tbh, because hardly anyone on Cybertron wears makeup except for like, war paint or for religious reasons.
  • Probably opts for a subtle and/or simple look though, because he doesn’t want to make you look bad on accident. It takes him a bit of practice, but once he gets the hang of it you look absolutely radiant. 


  • Don’t let Whirl do your makeup. He will break all your brushes and products with his Big Metal Claws. If he uses his holo avatar it should be ok though.
  • Holo!Whirl decides you’re gonna have a look that says you killed a man. When you’re done, you look like extremely hot, and also like you’ve murdered not just one man, but a hundred.


  • Honestly? He probably doesn’t want to do your makeup but Rewind took your side but that’s probably because he wants to film Domey trying (and failing) to do your eyeliner.
  • He’s not very good at it, but he’s also not terrible at doing your makeup. He avoids doing your eyeliner though and just sticks to using mascara and some lipgloss. Rewind is disappointed.


  • This smol boy doesn’t take it seriously. At all.
  • He films himself doing your makeup. He does it badly on purpose and then makes you watch the video before you look in a mirror. It’s entertaining but the end result is awful. Don’t let Rewind do your makeup.
Someone Jealous?

Word Count: 635

Fandom: Sherlock

Pairing: Sherlock Holmes x Reader

Request: None

(A/N): This was kind of a spur of the moment idea and I wanted to post it. So sit back and please enjoy my first Sherlock drabble and my first one-shot on Tumblr. (It’s short, I apologise.)

Originally posted by letsdiscussaboutsherlock

“(Y/N), is that really you?” A voice called out. The girl turned to look for the speaker. Her eyes landed on a blond haired man with a tan complexion. Guessing by his accent, he was very clearly American.

“Jacob? What are you doing at a crime scene?” She asked, walking over to him.

“I was a witness, but that isn’t important. How are you? It’s been so long since we last spoke,” he said.

“I’m wonderful. What are you doing in London?” She said.

“I moved here for my job,” he explained.

“Oh, that’s good. How about Matthew? You two still going strong?” She asked.

“Oh, yeah. That weirdo is still with me. He moved here with me. Surprising, I know. Honestly, I don’t understand how he puts up with me. I’m insane,” Jacob jested.

“Brilliant, you two are cute,” she said.

“What about you? Any new relationships?” Jacob asked. She blushed and nodded.

“Yeah, actually. I guess I finally found my fish,” she said, twisting the ring on her finger.

“Oh, my goodness! You’re engaged, how adorable is that! Is he a good guy?” Jacob asked.

“Yes, he’s great,” she said, looking down, embarrassed.

Sherlock watched from afar as (Y/N) talked to the blond man. His heart clenched in his chest as she blushed when he spoke. He could hear someone talking to him, probably Lestrade, but it was a dull background noise that he paid no mind to. He’d had enough of this man talking to his girl, so he walked over to them.

“Oh, Sherlock! Hello,” (Y/N) said when he came over to her. He placed his arm around her small shoulders.

“Who is this?” He asked.

“This is Jacob! I met him a few years ago while working on a case in the US,” she exclaimed.

“Pleasure,” Sherlock said, nodding. On the outside, he looked collected, but (Y/N) could tell from one glance he was reluctant to be polite to the blond man in front of him.

“The pleasure is all mine,” he said, flirtatiously. “This is the man you were talking about, (Y/N)? He is hot.”

“Yeah, I guess,” she blushed again. Sherlock smiled down at her. He was a good ten centimetres taller.

“You better treat her well, Mister. Or else you’ll have to answer to me,” Jacob joked.

“I doubt there will be a problem,” Sherlock smirked and (Y/N) laughed.

“Well, it was fantastic catching up with you, (Y/N). We should talk more. I’ll see you around,” Jacob said before walking off.

“Bye Jake,” she called after him, waving.

“Jake?” Sherlock asked once he was gone.

“It’s just a nickname, Sherlock,” she explained. He hummed in response. 

He took his arm off her shoulders and leant down to plant a kiss upon her lips.

“What was that for?” She asked. He had never been one for public displays of affection, but she wasn’t complaining.

“Just claiming what’s mine,” he said softly. She laughed.

“Someone jealous?” She teased.

He sure was. I think Jason liked you,” he explained.

“Jacob,” (Y/N) corrected.

“Whatever,” Sherlock shrugged.

“Sherlock, Jake is gay,” she laughed as her lovers face contorted into one of confusion. He had been so busy being protective that he missed all the signs that he usually would have picked up on. The way Jacob spoke, the way he dressed, the way he walked, were all clear indicators. 

“Oh Sher, you can be so oblivious sometimes,” (Y/N) smiled.

“Shut up,” he muttered.

“C’mon Mister Holmes. Let’s focus on the case. You need a distraction, you jealous goof,” (Y/N) quipped. He nodded, placing another kiss on her cheek.

“Yes, ma’am,” he spoke, grasping her hand.

when the shadowhunters cast is hot but you also really love their personality and its a whole mess;

matthew daddario is the kind of hot that has you shaking your head because hes such a dork and inside youre like dear god i cant fucking believe ive fallen for such a dad like hes literally chasing birds calling himself the bird king mATTHEW and yet he’s the perfect aesthetic of a hot man

Harry shum Jr. is the kind of hot that has you ripping out your hair because quite frankly no one should be allowed to dance like that and have that kind of body???! and on top of it he is a precious bean. he is so generous and his laugh is better than all of us

dom is the kind of hot that is like unbearable and youre like lord have mercy of fucking course he has two different coloured eyes and then two seconds later hes playing with a dog and singing songs and youre crying because what kind of goals

alberto is the kind of hot that you kind of stare at from afar because youre like how can someone so pure exist in a body like that what did i do to deserve this kind of pain and maybe youre sobbing a little when you watch him on tv because he is probably the embodiment of an angel i swear to god hes so nice look at him

david castro is the kind of hot where youre like kicking a wall because buddy??? did we ask?? the answer is no we did not so put on a shirt for the love of god but also please dont and keep uploading videos and never stop lauGHING because its fantastic and hes so humble why

isaiah is literally the kind of hot that makes me want to throw myself into a river like he smiles and youre like oh look lmao its the fucking sun parting the clouds what the fCUK and his eyes are so kind just like his soul and youre like dying because all you want is a peaceful life

emeraude toubia is the kind of hot that makes me want to tear out my eyeballs because listen first off she is An Actual Goddess and she laughs like puppies (is that a thing) and she is so grateful for her life!! i cry because i want her hair to like strangle me idek who i am anymore she changed my life

katherine is the kind of hot that youre literally sobbing over because she looks like a doll????? my mom my princess my angelic little sunflower she is so pure i have never seen anything as pure as her she is a cat, she is a pup, she is a bunny rabbit also her gIGGLE I WANT TO die anyway she raised me

Out of the Frying Pan (35/?)

God, they even had to use a cart – the theme of this show was absurd. Emma tried to maneuver the thing around the corner of an aisle, wheels scraping painfully on the floor, the noise making her squeeze her eyes shut and that was a mistake.

She heard the sound of colliding carts before she felt it, arms shaking a bit as they desperately tried to hold on to her cart.

“Sorry, sorry, sorry,” Emma mumbled, taking a step back and yanking the cart with her. And of course it was him.

Whatever, world.

AN: I just have to again say how much I appreciate the response to this story and how psyched you guys are about it and I make my husband read every single message like it’s show and tell. Honestly. @laurnorder makes this 800 times better and @distant-rose reads all my words and makes gorgeous aesthetics. They’re the best. 

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Originally posted by oreilysamcro

Can you do a one shot about how you catch Happy flirting with a sweet butt & so you flirt with Juice because Happy always accuses you of flirting with him even though you didnt until now. And how happy gets all upset &tells you how much he loves you

Words: 3375

Pairing: Happy x Reader

No matter how much deep shit with the club was, the guys always tried to spend time with you. You know they needed the attention of your Old Man a lot of the time so Happy always tried to make it up to you by doing whatever you wanted when you had spare moments together.

You’d been Happy’s Old Lady for two years now and his wife for one and half and you proudly displayed his crow on your shoulder.  You knew exactly what he did for the club and you still stayed by him, cleaning up his wounds and holding his close at night, even if he told himself that he didn’t need the comfort. Killing and torture may have come easy to him but it had a tendency to rob his sleep if you weren’t beside him.
Because of all the support and love you showed him, Happy often encouraged you to spend time with the other Sons. He truly loved seeing you enjoy yourself while Chib’s showed you some boxing moves or when Tig caught you how to kick a door in (Even if you weren’t sure why Tig found it such an important life lesson) or when you and Jax would watch corny horror films after you’d been babysitting Able and Thomas for him.

The only Son that he minded you spending time with was Juice. Juice had been your friend long before you’d met Happy, he was closer in age and the pair of you had dorky inside jokes. Your Old man was obsessed with the fact that one day something would happen between the pair of you and Happy constantly accused you of flirting with him.

It was the only thing that you argued about, which was funny given Happy’s penchant for murder.

And that’s why your Old Man was glaring across the yard at you and Juice talking to each other by Juice’s bike.
“Come on Juice, please?” You asked clasping your hands together in a pleading motion.
“I barely have any time to sleep now without taking on Happy’s shifts here too.” Juice protested lightly but you knew he’d agree eventually, he was your best friend after all and it was a very small favour to ask.
“Come on Juan! I’ve barely seen my old man in a week, I just want one day to cook for him and keep him trapped in bed all day.” You pleaded and pouted slightly.
Juice scowled lightly and shook his head, “Not a mental image I need Y/N.”
You narrowed your eyes at him, “I’ve been to your parties, I know you probably saw my Old Man up to all sorts before I came on the scene. Please? Next time you get a girlfriend I’ll big you up to her? Keep her away from the guys?”

Juice looked thoughtful for a moment before he gave you a small grin, “You got yourself a deal as long as I don’t have to hear about you hog tying Happy to the bed.”
You let out an excited squeal and jumped up to wrap your arms around his shoulders giving him a tight hug. He laughed and put his hand up to your hips tickling you until you jumped back.
“Thanks Juicey!” You kissed his cheek before giving him a mischievous smirk, “Besides, if any one gets tied up it wouldn’t be Happy.”
You laughed and walked away hearing him dramatically retching behind you.

You walked across the yard to where your Husband was stood glaring at you with his arms folded across his chest. You gave him a smile as you approached him and leaned up to wrap your arms around his neck like you had done with Juice just a few moments before. You pressed your lips to his which he didn’t return, he also hadn’t unfolded his arms as you were pressed against him.

“What’s a matter Mr. Lowman?” You purred giving him your best seductive face, the only that only ever failed if he had to leave on club business and even then he’d tried to fit in time for a quickie.
But his eyes remained steely as he stared down at you, “You have fun with Juice?”
You groaned and dropped your head to his shoulder, “Are you serious Hap? I’m so sick of this stupid shit.”
“If you’re sick of it go back over there to Juice and finish what you started.” He rumbled. He had still yet to unfold his arms.
“What I started? I was talking to him for five minutes baby, don’t you think if I was going to fuck him it then it would take more than five minutes?” You groaned at him and let your arms drop from his neck so you could fold them over your chest to mirror your Old Man.

“You seem to know a lot how he is in bed.” He narrowed his eyes accusingly.
“Are you serious?”  You snapped, “I was over there trying to get him to take your shift tomorrow so I could keep you all to myself.”

Happy felt guilt in his stomach, he knew that you wouldn’t cheat, deep down he knew it but he couldn’t help but think that you and Juice were always flirting. Just like he couldn’t stop his next words tumbling out of his mouth, “I’ll work. You spend all day in bed with your friend over there, I know you’d prefer it.”

You glared at Happy for moment before throwing your hands up and storming away shouting back at him to go fuck himself.


You felt bad about storming off earlier but you knew you were well within your right to be mad with your husband, you’d only been trying to arrange a nice surprise for him so you could spend the day together.
It hadn’t been the worst argument you’d had about this though so as you got ready for the SAMCRO party that night you went all out. As an Old Lady and wife of one of the most well-known Son’s you had extra pressure to look good all the time anyway but today you wanted to pull Happy’s focus away from the argument and get him looking forward to spending the day with you tomorrow.

As you stepped into the party you instantly found Tig, Chibs and Jax near the pool table. As you approached Tig wolf whistled you and Jax caught your hand so he could spin you around in front of them, you laughed at your loveable idiots.
“Do you know what you’re doing to me girl?” Tig teased, it always made you laugh how openly crude Tig would be with you and yet Happy didn’t seem to have as much as a problem with it as he did Juice.
“Aye Happy is a very lucky man indeed.” Chibs gave you a quick kiss on the cheek.
“Well that’s what I’m hoping to prove,” you smiled, “Now has anyone seen my Old Man?”

The boys instantly looked anxious and you narrowed your eyes at them as they avoided your gaze. You folded your arms and continued to watch them until Jax eventually looked up and you followed his gaze behind you.

Happy was lent with one shoulder against the wall with a sweetbutt in front of him. She leaned forward and ran her hands up Happy’s chest as she leaned closer to him. You knew what should have happened and what had happened every time a croweater or sweetbutt had thrown attention at him since he’d put his ink on you. He’d catch their face in one of his large hands and hold them tight, he’d leaned down and snarl in their face that they were disrespecting you and your claim on him and if they tried it again he’d make sure they regretted it.

So you watched him because seeing your Old Man get territorial over your relationship was something that you found ridiculously hot. In all the time you’d been married and even before then you’d only ever had to assert your place a handful of times, you’d been fortunate unlike Tara who’d had to prove herself to the clubs whores almost every day.

But it never happened, you saw Happy lean down to talk quietly to the woman as she continued to press herself up against him. You felt sick. Behind you the boys cursed, this could not end well.
You were moving before you’d thought of a plan and before you knew it you had thrust you hand into the sweetbutts hair and pulled her head back so that your mouth was by her ear.

“You have two seconds to get the fuck out away from my husband before I rip your tongue out through your teeth.” You snarled and yanked so that she fell backwards to the floor. When she caught sight of you she ran away faster than you’d ever seen the boys run.

You turned your attention to Happy who was wearing an unreadable expression.
“What the fuck?” You hissed at him.
He shrugged, “You have fun with Juice, I thought I’d have a little fun myself.”
He seemed so nonchalant and you felt tears spring up in your eyes.

Happy had expected you to hurt the girl like you had but then he expected a screaming match before dragging each other off into the dorms to have incredible angry sex, hopefully in Juice’s dorm room. What he didn’t see coming was the tears, he didn’t expect you to say nothing before turning and walking away from him and finding a seat at the bar.

No explosion.

No incredible sex in front of Juice.

Happy watched you order a three shots and have them all in quick succession as Tig and Chibs approached him.
“I’m gonna take a stab in the dark and say that’s how you expected that to end brother?” Chibs asked him and passed him a beer. Happy didn’t respond so they took it as a yes. They watched you drink alone for a while, a few prospects came to flirt with you but each time you had glanced at the crow on your shoulder and they had ran away after seeing Happy’s name under it.

Eventually Tig spoke up, “Come on man, you’re not seriously going to let her get drunk when she’s this upset and looking like that. Prospects are easy to scare away but there’s patched guys here from the Oregon charter that’ve had their eye on her.”
“She’s still mine.” Happy grated and tightened his hold on his beer, argument or not your crow was on full display and everyone knew not to mess with Happy’s woman.
“Doesn’t mean she’s not hurting brother.” Chibs advised and dropped his hand on Happy’s shoulder before giving him a reassuring pat.

You were already drunk. Fuck. Usually half a bottle vodka didn’t do much to you, after all you were the Tocoma Killer’s Old Lady, that entailed a lot of drinking. But usually it was spread over a whole night and not done as a course of shots over twenty minutes while scaring away Prospects and trying not to cry.

So you were gone. How could Happy be so blasé about this woman all over him? Was he really prepared to possibly ruin his marriage because he was insecure about your friendship with Juice? Someone who you had been close too long before you were with Happy, if you really wanted him would you not have chosen Juice first?

You leaned on your arms on the bar as your head swam. You squeezed your eyes shut and reached for the bottle that the prospect behind the bar had left for you. As you poured yourself another shot you felt a familiar presence lean on the bar beside you. You took your shot in one before turning to face Juice who was watching you with a worried expression.
“Y/N have you been crying?” He asked quietly, you felt his thumb come under your eye as he wiped your wet cheeks.
You nodded your head dramatically, the alcohol taking effect made you fall forwards into Juice who caught you and you starting giggling into his chest.

His arms were loose around you holding you onto your chair as he laughed at you, “I think it’s a good idea to take a break from the shots for now, you might fall off.”
You giggled and looked up at him through your lashes before putting your hands on his chest just over his patches, “Well it’s a good job you’re so strong.”

If Happy was prepared to let you go over flirting with Juice then fuck it, you might as well actually get to flirt with him. Good call vodka.

He laughed nervously but didn’t make a move to let go of you, “Okay sweetheart, don’t you think we should get you into bed?”
He pulled you off the seat into his arms and started to carry you towards the dorms.

You giggled wrapped your arms around his neck and leaned your mouth up to his ear, “Do you want to take me to bed Juicey?” You breathed and you could feel the heat that rushed to his cheeks and how his grip on you tightened slightly.
“No-not like that.” He stammered slightly, with this angle he could see slightly down your top but more importantly Happy’s crow on your shoulder was almost right in his face.
“Why not Juan? Happy thinks we’re at it anyway and he doesn’t care anymore.”  You mumbled and settled yourself down in his arms.

“What the fuck did you just say?” Happy growled behind Juice and you felt your human pillow/carrier tense at the voice.
You however were not intimidated; you wouldn’t have married him if you were. Instead you shoo’d him drunkenly with your hand, “Go fuck that girl, I don’t want to talk to you.”

Realisation dawned on Happy at your slurred words, you were wasted. He’d come over here with the intention of ramming Juice’s face into the bar until whatever you found attractive was mashed beyond recognition. He didn’t realise how much he’d hurt you. He honestly just wanted angry sex to get over his jealousy of Juice. Happy couldn’t believe he’d made you think you didn’t care about your marriage.

“Give her.” Happy snapped and held his arms open and waited for Juice to hand you to him.
You shook your head and held onto Juice, “No, he’s being a dick. I just wanted to spend tomorrow with him.”
“Sorry, Lady says no.” Juice mumbled and gulped. Jesus Christ how did he get dragged into this? He knew Happy could at the very least kick Juice’s ass around the yard for not handing over his wife.

Happy’s expression darkened but he gave a firm nod and gestured for Juice to follow him and they headed towards the dorms. Happy was furious that Juice hadn’t handed you over but he was also thankful, he knew the other Son’s would have had the same reaction. You didn’t want to go with him and he was angry so Juice protecting you, even from Happy, was absolutely the right thing to do.

Juice put you down on the bed in Happy’s dorm room and Happy sat down on the chair in the corner. Only when you told Juice it was fine for him to go did he leave you in silence with your husband. And that was how you stayed until Happy’s voice cut through the tension almost making you jump.

“Did you really think I’d put that bitch over our marriage?”

You held his gaze for a moment before you answered, “You thought I put Juice before it so I don’t know what goes on in your head.”
“If he’d brought you in here and wanted to fuck you would you have?” He asked, still sat staring.
You wanted to punch him for asking you something so stupid, instead you kept your voice quiet but steady and firm, “I wish I could say yes. But I fucking love you.”

“You think I don’t love you?” He grated.
You said nothing.
He stood and started towards the best until he was stood in front of you, “Do. You. Think. That. I. don’t. love. You?”

You wished that you could be scared of Happy in this moment instead of drunk and incredibly turned on.
You gathered yourself before you answered, “I play house for you. You always have a hot meal and clean clothes. I got your crow and I took your name. When we go into lock down I don’t ask any fucking questions. When you come home after killing someone I help clean you up. I help pay your mums medical bills. I have been kidnapped, beaten and tortured because of the club and you. I put off having kids because you wanted to wait. And it’s all fucking worth it because I have you. But you don’t give a shit because you think that me and Juice are too close.”

You made a mental note, no more vodka.

Happy stared down at you and you expected rage. You expected broken furniture and him calling Juice in here to beat the shit out of him.

But instead you watched at Happy fell to his knees in front of the bed and leaned forward to bury his face in your stomach and wrap his arms around your hips. Fuck. Happy was barely emotional but when he was it was always so…raw. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and gently smoothed your hand over his head.

“You think I don’t know?” His voice rasped into your stomach and you strained to hear him, “You think I don’t know everything you do for me? Those are the reasons why I fucking love you. John Teller used to tell me I’d find someone to fit me and I’m pissed he didn’t get to meet you, that I couldn’t show you off. I never wanted kids until I met you, but I think that if they were with you I could finally make something good.”

He finally looked up at you and you felt yourself melt under the passion of this gaze, he continued “I can’t stand the idea of you being with anyone else and I hate knowing that Juice deserves you more.”

You let the words hit you back into sobriety and you started laughing loudly. Happy scowled as you continued to laugh but urged him up to lie next to you on the bed and cuddled up to his chest.
“You’re a fucking idiot. If I didn’t want you I wouldn’t have bothered with you.” You laughed and snuggled into his chest in the opening on his cut.
“Who you calling an idiot?” He asked but now his voice was lighter and his hands found your sides and he tickled you lightly.
“You Mr. Lowman.” You teased and leaned up to give him a soft kiss as he wrapped his arms around you.
“Think you can deal being married to an idiot?” He murmured in that deep voice of his that used when he was trying to get you into bed. Not that he ever really had to try.

“That depends, knowing Juice he’s stood outside the door in case I’m in trouble which is very good of him. And knowing your devious mind the fact that he’s stood out there means you want us to fuck as loud as possible so that he and everyone else here knows I’m yours?” You asked as innocently as possible and leaned up to kiss the underside of his jaw.
You let out a quick giggle as he rolled you both over so that he was above you and asked, “And if I do?”
“Well then I can deal with that.” You grinned and pulled him down to kiss you.

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I’ve seen a lot of posts like this going around and yall are laughing but I’d totally watch old-man Sam and Dean, fighting off supernatural beings in a nursery home. Like imagine if in the next season one of the episodes starts with the regular opening and it says “Supernatural season 13” but then the numbers start to roll up and it says “Supernatural season 45” and we see Jared and Jensen, all make up'ed and done up, looking in their 70’s, sitting in parallel chairs in a nursery home.
Think of the possibilities:

-Sam’s hair, all grey

-Dean hitting on the nurse. Sam: “Dean, you’re 80. You can’t even get it up.”

- All of their actual friends are immortal beings. Meaning that Crowley and Cas (no one really dies on this show) will still be the same age and they’ll have to put up with these two grumpy, limited, way-too-old-for-this-shit elderly men.

- They’ll have to come as visitors and pretend they’re their sons/nephews or something. And the nurses would be like “oh yeah, the two Brothers, it’s sweet how they held on to each other all these years! They’ve gone a bit bonkers tho, keep talking about how they used to hunt vampires and monsters back in the day. It’s actually adorable.” and Crowley would play along like “yeah they’re crazy” but Cas would just stare at her because she doesn’t even know.

- “Cas, young man!” calls Dean. “Why haven’t you called your old pops?” and Sam just smiles and says, “It’s good to see you, Cas.”

- These hot-shot demons in young bodies come to attack them and they’re all “Well well what do you know, The Legendary Winchesters, nothing more than a couple of rotting old men, you should have died young when you had the chance” and storm off to kill them, and without even getting up from their chairs, Dean casually stabs one of the demons with his cane that has a blade stashed in it and he’s like “Kids these days” and Sam makes another trip on a walker and stab him in the back “No manners”

-The entire room is trashed from the attack, everyone were evacuated from the building except Sam and Dean, sitting in the middle of it all with three dead bodies around them and they’re like: “I think we’re gonna have to move.” “Hmf.”

- but it could also get kind of feely because what if Sam and Dean are talking about their old days and Dean is like “Can you believe we were once the guys who saved the world?” and Sam is like “Does anyone?”. and Dean asks “but do you really think no one will remember us? Other hunters? Cas?” and Sam says, “Think about it. Cas has met Luke… Jesus… great people. they’re all a fade memory now.” “So what, you think he’ll move on to other… ’heroes?’” “he could be working with them right now. The next big thing could be happening at this moment and we don’t even know about it.”  “Hmf.” Dean smiles bitter-sweetly. “It’s weird, isn’t it? to think there’s some big, end-of-the-world event out there and we’re not a part of it.” “Maybe it’s time,” says Sam. “We did good. We did the best we could to make this world a better place, when we could. Saved it more than once. I think we deserve to lay back now.”

- Cas hears this conversation and later he walks in and promises them that no matter what happens, he’ll never forget about them, because they weren’t just heroes, they’re his family. they were the first family he’s ever had. 

- Dean’s body crashes and he starts dying. He’s laying in his bed, wearing an oxygen mask, and Sam is sitting next to him and crying, “come one man, don’t leave me here like this.” and Dean says “Hey Sam, Sammy… it’s ok. This is how I want to go.” Finally, in his final breath he says, “one last time.” and the line goes flat.

- Sam dies a few days later. He couldn’t last without his brother. He gets buried next to him. A small group comes to the funeral, whatever hunters there are left who’ve heard of them, a far smaller group than there should be. And in the distance stands Cas, watching as the last of two of the greatest heroes the world has ever knew finally come to peace.

anonymous asked:

how come sans is the jester if he and pap just showed up one day in snowdin, and they don't seem to have fallen into the underground along with the older monsters after the war? how is he qualified for the position when he's basically a baby? :O


Oh, that? I’m pretty sure Toriel and Asgore are some of the only monsters still alive since the war, actually. It’s implied to have been a very long time, and Boss Monsters have their very strange lifespans; most of the monsters in the underground probably were born there and never saw the sun in the first place. Like, it’s not just the kids who’ve never seen the sky; it’s the majority of monsterkind. 

Plus I don’t think Sans is a baby at all - we know he was almost certainly a scientist at some point, with the connections he’s got to Gaster and that back room of his and the quantum physics book 

where the bros came from may be a total mystery, but i’m p sure they aren’t just kids, even if papyrus acts like one (i figure he’s probably the skele equivalent of about 19 or 20, whereas sans is closer to thirties or like. late twenties.) 

as for what qualifies him for being the royal fool, though, well, look at him: 

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anonymous asked:

please, please, please rec something thank you

I know :( and I’m so sorry It’s been so long since I’ve recced something. I have 3 other ppl in my asks, asking about fics, so I’m just going to do a little bit of everything. All Sam/Jared centric, since he is the love of my entire life. Hope you enjoy <3


Threw Away the Sun

:  Word Count: 11,090 type of hurt - Blindeness 

AU. Six months after John Winchester goes missing on a hunt, Dean Goes to Palo Alto to find a psychic.Title is from the song “Bad Company” by the band of the same name.Character death is not Sam or Dean. 

Warnings: non-con mention, but nothing like that actually happens, violence, abuse, Sam/Dean
Side Note: I love this story so much. I’ve read it more times than I can count and although it does have a terribly sad story line, the end is happy and sweet.

Sam Is…: Word Count: 5,993 type of hurt - hell trauma

Dean gets Sam back. 

Warnings: none

Away to Darker Times: Word Count: 30,680 type of hurt - um everything??? 

Finally hunting on his own, Dean makes a trip to Stanford to visit Sam, only to find his little brother’s gone missing. And when he finally does stumble upon him in a dark twist of fate, Sam is not the boy he used to be.

Warnings: Prostitution, drug addiction, Sam/Dean
Side Note: This story is so so painful, but it hurts so good. Your daily dose of protective!Dean is there along with handsy boys ;) and off topic, but the author of this story has other amazing works, and as far as I can tell, all of them are bottom!Sam/Jared!!!! 

With Spit and a Prayer: Word Count: unknown but it’s long. Type of hurt - non-con 

Dean is possessed. Unpleasantness ensues. 

Warnings: graphic non-con (between sam/dean) and violence and a lot of other dark things, so if you’re sensetive to that kinda stuff, please don’t read <<33

The Repeated Image of the Lover Destroyed: Word Count: 103,024 type of hurt - non con

Sam is a prostitute. Lucifer owns the contract that keeps him in the brothel. There’s definitely something between them—but in their world, flesh comes at a price, and real happiness is far more difficult to keep intact.

Warnings: Sam/Lucifer, Eating disorder, graphic non-con, graphic self harm, graphic everything.
Side Note: So this is another one of my favs, and although I don’t really like Samifer, like ever, this fic is so beautiful and amazingly well written, like just trust me on this. I also really loved the relationship between the two and how it progressed. And since I am just a sucker for hurt!sam, it doesnt really matter for me what pairing it is. So if you’re the same, I would really suggest reading this.

Catch Your Death: Word Count: 22,000 type of hurt - sick!sam 

When Sam finds the ghost of a young man who was bullied to death and is now strangling young women, he just wants to put the spirit to rest. But he’s coming down with the flu. He’s having a crisis of faith. And frankly, Dean’s being a dick.

Warnings: Sam/Dean some violence but nothing too awful
Side Note: Been awhile since I read this story, but what I can remember about it, is that it was super cute and fluffy with some hurt!sick!sam, and caring!dean. Plus its long enough to ease your cravings!


Sunday Maybe Monday: Word Count: 21,810 type of hurt - abuse

Jensen is a short order cook. He works, he sleeps – it’s enough. Then one day, Jensen notices Jared.

Warnings: abuse, violence, murDER, age!gap, and one, very very veryyy brief bottom!jensen scene. Blink and you’ll miss it
Side Note: Probably my fav j2 fic. super sad and cute and everything in between, plus there is some pretty amazing fanart to go along with it.

Rivers Till I Reach You: Word Count: 51,724 type of hurt - mental illness

Jensen’s life is falling apart; with his formerly booming business going bankrupt, he’s losing his girlfriend, his money and his direction. To add insult to injury, he finds himself doing community service as a janitor in a mental hospital after having racked up one too many speeding tickets. But between scrubbing toilets and sweeping floors, Jensen saves the life of a young patient named Jared and is shocked when he follows him home. Weirdly, Jared seems insistent about wanting to stay with Jensen despite them being strangers, making every further discussion futile. Running out of time and too compassionate to leave Jared all alone, Jensen makes a momentous decision: instead of escorting the shy young man back to the hospital like he probably should, he lets him tag along to his brother’s wedding, and together they embark on a journey through the summer-hot, golden South that will shake both their lives to the very foundations.

Warnings: suicide, abuse, hunger strike, drug use, poor Jared baby :(
Side Note: Sad story line, but such a lovely fic altogether. Don’t let the tags scare you away because it’s more happy then anything else. And the ending will totally melt your insides. BELIEVE ME.

Out With the Old, In With the New: Word Count: 9,301 type of hurt - abuse

Jensen suffers physical and mental pain during the war. Afterwards he leaves his old world behind in the hope he might be able to start a new one. Jared is a boy who seems to move into his new world and stay. Can these men - both damaged in some way - start a new life in a new world?

Warnings: abuse, ptsd

(sorry there isnt much hurt!jared. I’ll do more later, promise!)


Take Two

: Word Count: Unknown J2

Jensen fucks Jared senseless, but Jared refuses to let him pull out when he’s done. Instead he wants Jensen to get hard inside him and fuck him all over again.

Say You Wanna Put Your Hands On Me

: Word Count: 4,174 J2

Joining a gay porn site just to get close to his crush probably isn’t the most logical thing Jared’s ever done.

Bet my life on you

: Word Count: 2,779 J2

The crazy thing is, Jared’s not even drunk when he agrees to offer up his virginity in a game of poker. Of course, he could use the money, and hell, he’s always wanted to fuck Jensen, so really, it’s a win-win situation.

You’re Possessing Me

: Word Count: 3,232 Wincest

Dean goes looking for something to get himself off to–he’s in no way expecting to stumble on porn vids of Sam. But now that he has, he’s becoming obsessed.

The Other Times:  

Word Count: 5,600 Wincest

Dean realizes that Sam is growing up (among other things)when he accidentally sees his little brother in a few compromising positions.

Supersize Me, Sammy

 Word Count: 15,673 Wincest

Dean finds a huge dildo in Sam’s bag and it’s all down hill from there.

Hope y’all can find something here that you like <333

RFA+V+Saeran MC plays a prank

Something short, sweet and fun!

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anonymous asked:

Hi *-* can I have a scenario? Gaara spending his first Valentine's day with his girlfriend. He doesn't know the meaning of the day, but try his best to be romantic 💜 can you do the same with Sasuke? Thank yooou

Here you go anon! I think I just made it in time? I’m not really sure…well anyway I hope you enjoy these socially impaired dorks.

Happy Valentines Day!

~Mod Whipski

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Some Thoughts on Rhysand

I keep forgetting that Rhys is this huge, beautiful, strong, and powerful guy.

Like, when I’m reading, I keep imagining him as just this tiny, loving, winged, normal boy and then I actually think about it for a few seconds while I’m reading and get swept up in a whole different wave of <I>Holy Crap</i>.

Because this dude is the strongest High Lord ever and the most beautiful man Feyre has ever seen and is still doing all this loving and caring and worrying stuff. He cares <i>so</i> much and the way he is written makes my mind naturally assume that he is this mildly attractive, simply nice and not dangerous guy when he is actually the opposite.

And I’ll be damned because the thought of what he supposedly looks like and his personality all wrapped in one person practically makes me want to spontaneously combust because I need someone like that so badly. The world needs someone like this so badly, who can dream and care and love but still be powerful and strong and beautiful and damn ass knee-wobbling hot.

To summarize, Rhys, although fictional, is an undeserved grace in my life and every woman (or man) should be lucky enough to have someone like him.