so rugged and handsome

newworldchild  asked:

PJO AU question! (I'm very excited XD) What are the Gods reactions to finding out that Keith and Shiro are together? Also, do you think some of them made bets about when they'd get together?

Oh my god lmao I love this There’s another ask, Camp Version but I’ll answer the Gods Version first because this would be funny and this came first.

Voltron PJO AU: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 

The gods were having their luncheon (let’s pretend they actually do that) at Mouth Olympus. They were all gathered around the big golden table and Hephaestus TV was on. It was the gods’ entertainment, they get to see how their children are doing and they get to witness some dramas between the gods and the demigods.

Camp Half Blood was on, it showed that scene wherein the son of Ares had the son of Hades pinned down with his sword

“Oho! That’s my boy, Dan!” Cheered Ares as he drank wine. He looked around the table, “Mother’s from the marines. Pretty—”

“You were not supposed to injure your opponent, demigod.” Shiro on the TV said, catching everyone’s attention back.

Zeus smirked. 

Ares snorted, the same time his son on TV snorted. Like father like son. They witnessed Keith turning the tables and sneering at Dan. “You piece of shit.”

“Ohohohoho!” the other gods cheered. “Hades’ boy really knows how to get shit done.” Hermes barked out his laughter. 

Hades just shrugged proudly as he drank wine. “My boy is resilient.” Zeus could see how Hades was smiling a little when he saw his son immobilize the son of Ares. 

TV Keith spat out blood and walked out.

“Now that was just a very cool exit,” hummed Apollo. “Why can’t my kids be badass like your kids, Hades?” 

TV Shiro grabbed Keith’s arm but failed miserably to stop him. The gods continue to watch until they see Shiro sit beside Keith under the tree and they held hands.

“Oh, what is this?” Aphrodite perked up. She giggled. “Do I sense love in the air?” She wiggled her eyebrows at Zeus. “Your son has got good taste, doesn’t he, Zeus?”

“Now that you’ve mentioned it, Hades’ son is quite handsome. Like he’s so rugged yet handsome. Totally manly basing from what he did a while ago, too.” Apollo commented. “I’d totally—”

“Don’t finish that sentence, Apollo,” Hades interrupted to which the sun god just chuckled.

“I agree with Apollo though,” Athena joined. “They would be quite a pair. Two most powerful demigods? Together? Zeus and Hades’ offsprings at that?” She hummed in pleasure. 

“Definitely interesting! They could literally destroy the world!” Aphrodite rejoiced. “Imagine if they broke up.”

“No one is breaking up,” Zeus sighed. “Besides, they’re not even together yet.”

“Obviously, ‘cause your son is a wimp.” Hades muttered.

“Did you just call my son a wimp?” Zeus raised his eyebrow, bending a little forward to look at his brother. “Are you telling me he can’t muster up every ounce of confidence and confess his undying love for your boy?”

“Ah, so you do acknowledge he’s in love with my boy.” Hades smirked.

“Why of course. Everyone can see it. Can you?”

Hades just hummed. “I saw it the first time they met actually.”

“Oh my gods! Yes!” Aphrodite exclaimed. “It was the cutest puppy love! I was wondering when they will actually admit it.”

“Alright, alright. Bring it all in.” Hermes said. “Let’s start a betting pool. Let’s all see when one of them finally admits to the other, eh?”

“We are not placing bets on my son,” Zeus interrupted. “If he wants to take it slow, then he will take it slow.”

“You’re just scared you’ll lose, Dad,” Apollo giggled. “C’mon! Have a little faith in my lil brother, will ya? He’s got Zeus genes!” 

“I’m betting it will be Hades’ boy who will snap and just kiss him just to get shit done,” Hermes chuckled, placing his bet. “Give or take in a month.”

Hades gasped, scandalized. “My son has more tact than that!”

“This will be fun,” Aphrodite grinned as she looked at the TV and Shiro and Keith were napping under the tree.

Favorite Disney Quotes Starter Sentences Part 1
  • "I'd like to see anybody make me wash, if I didn't wanna."
  • "What does an actor want with a conscience, anyway?"
  • "Boy, I wish I'd have gotten his autograph"
  • "Eating greens is a special treat, It makes long ears and great big feet. But it sure is awful stuff to eat."
  • "And *what* is the honest way?"
  • "And I'm so eligible!"
  • "I have a wonderful idea! Let's change the subject!"
  • "I hereby banish you forever!"
  • "Okay okay! He's talking to you!"
  • "They say if you dream something more than once, it's bound to come true"
  • "I'm so hungry I could eat a whole elephant!"
  • "That love business is a powerful thing."
  • "You told me a lie! You said I could trust you!"
  • "Ladies don't start fights, but they *can* finish them!"
  • "Oh, he's so handsome. Just like his reward posters."
  • "Oh, you ruined my moose."
  • "Well, after all, waking him up in the middle of the night. Wouldn't you be grumpy too?"
  • "Forever is a long, long time, and time has a way of changing things."
  • "Oh, I wish I'd stayed a toad"
  • "We were like each other's shadows for a while."
  • "Hey, man, if this is torture, chain me to the wall."
  • "Never under estimate the importance of body language."
  • "I didn't make it all the way through third grade for nothing"
  • "He's not the monster, you are!"
  • "But you're so old!"
  • "He would make a very handsome throw rug. And just think, every time he gets dirty, you could take him outside and beat him."
  • "Ooh, gift baskets!"
  • "Why is it, whenever we meet, I end up bleeding?"
  • "My sweet deluded little minion. Aren't we forgetting one teensy-weensy, but ever so crucial little, tiny detail? I OWN YOU!"
  • "Dishonor on you, dishonor on your cow..."
  • "Are you sure this water's sanitary? It looks pretty questionable to me!"
  • "I'm a raging epidemic of romance."
  • "It's called a cruel irony, like my dependence on you."
  • "'Course I can drive a truck. Sure, you got your steering and your gas and your brake and, of course, this metal, uh, looking... thing. Okay, so it was a bumper car at Coney Island, but it's the same basic principle."
  • "She likes your butt and fancy hair."
  • "That was more fun than I ever want to have again"
  • "It was probably the fifth or sixth most coldest day of my entire life."
  • "But who would ever eat a chicken?"
  • "By the way, I'd like to say I've always found you extremely attractive."
  • "I'm just not sure how well this plan was thought through."
  • "That meat lover's pizza is NOT loving me back at all!"
  • "I'm sweating like a sinner in church."
  • "Likes you? Please, that's demented!"
  • "What are we renumbering?"
  • "Why are you so freakishly annoying?"
  • "Because I love you, I insist you run."

Honestly though how is Team Sweden so beautiful?

Smiley boy Eddie is gonna get you with those eyes, rugged Lundqvist twins are so damn handsome and there’s two of them, Willy looks like he is made of sunshine and don’t even get me started on Gabriel… how?


Pairing: Biker!Bucky x Reader

Warning(s): a-n-t-i-c-i-p-a-t-i-o-n

Word Count: 2700

Author’s Note: five b will hopefully be up before the weekend

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anonymous asked:

I'm a big fan of your work, I was wondering if maybe you could do a Qrowin prompt on how Qrow was able to bed with her the first time if she was so cold and bitter to him. I wish I had your writing skills 😔

“Ice Queen?”

That was the code word, and Winter snapped to attention. Dressed down to her more casual clothes and at the side of an alleyway, she gave the man a long look over. Already she could feel the gears in her mind turning, wondering if this really was the right person in front of her. The Atlas military had called in assistance from Vale to help infiltrate a smuggling ring, requesting for someone that looked imposing yet could be discrete.

Instead her partner would be Qrow Branwen, a beanstalk of a man with a large sword. What was worse was his childish red cape, which had so many tears towards the bottom that at some point the man must have nearly lost his head for it.

“I was hoping they would send someone more intimidating, but you’ll have to do.”

His eyebrow rose just behind his dark bangs, and a little smile stretched his face, pulling the stubble on his chin with it. “Makes me wonder what you think of me right now.”

She furrowed her brow and picked herself up off of the wall. “Someone might think you’re too handsome, and that would make you memorable - a liability in the long run.”

“Heh,” he let himself have a small chuckle before continuing, “Too handsome, you say?”

This was so close to being the last straw for Winter. First there was the paperwork needed to obtain a hunter from another nation to assist them. Even then, though, the mission was absolutely trivial - simple criminals looking to try and start something but were caught too early. She did not need some hunter looking to talk back, not when she was in charge of the mission.

“Let’s get going. We’ve wasted enough time.”

“Sorry, buddy, she’s not interested in you.”

It wasn’t until after the mission, changing back into her more standard outfit, the additional paperwork, and her second the small celebration party that Winter really understood what Qrow had asked. When it hit her, she felt herself stop dead in her tracks. She wouldn’t have been concerned that Qrow was too handsome if she somehow didn’t think that he was handsome as well.

“The lady just wants a night on her own, beat it.”

No, she corrected herself, that was oversimplifying it. Perhaps it was better to say that he simply had features that one might consider as handsome. Yes, that sounded better. An angled chin with just a bit of stubble, sharp and intentful red eyes, and that voice with just a bit of a long drawl and coarse sand in it. Why, some might daresay that it was a more rugged type of handsome.

“You’re outta luck, chump. She’s so drunk she’s not even listening to you.”

But he had at least proved her wrong on the intimidating part. Then again, though, anyone would be intimidating when they have a sword that turns into a scythe that stands longer than they are tall.

Winter didn’t think he was intimidating, though. After all, There was no reason to be intimidated by an ally. In fact-

“Look, she doesn’t even realize that she’s talking out loud and I’m right fucking-”

“Qrow Branwen,” Winter whirled around on her bar stool to face the man that was two seats away from her. Whatever conversation he was having was cut short as she set her glass down louder than she anticipated. “You are neither handsome nor intimidating.”

“Winter, I’m over here.”

Her vision might have been swimming at the edges, but she was sure that she was staring into those red eyes. She waved her hand in the air and dismissed his statement. “You may have features that most would consider handsome. A nice chin, dark hair, and very beautiful eyes. And you might be intimidating. But really-” she felt a slight sensation of weightlessness before she righted herself in the stool again, “Really, you are neither. Because you see- For you see-”

“Here we go again.”

He was taking her criticism very poorly, but he needed to get it into his head. She got out of her seat and unsteadily moved into the seat next to him, grabbing his arm. “Listen to me!” She leaned in, making sure that he had to focus on her argument. She refused to let anything distract him from her message. “You can’t be handsome if I think it’s a liability for a mission, and you can’t be intimidating if you’re my partner in a task.”

There. She gave her side of the argument. There was no way he was handsome nor intimidating, not in the slightest, not in the lowest circle of hell, not in the-

“Hey, I had to sit through your stuff, so humor me for a moment, Schnee.” There was a light clink, and she blinked twice, shifting her gaze to the cup he set down. But he started talking again and she looked back. “I am only a liability during a mission. Does that mean I’m handsome now?”


He huffed. “If my handsome qualities are a negative factor on a mission and thus a liability, then if there is no mission, and therefore no reason to be a liability, am I still handsome?

Oh. That- That was a good question. Her hand reached for her glass, the one she slammed down earlier, but instead she brushed up against a hard object and there was a light shattering of something.

Whatever, someone must have done something with her glass.

“Another shot, please.”

And that was the last thing she remembered.

“You- You know Branwen, that wuz sho very cl… cle… clever. Of you. Clever.”


“Yeah, clever. Cle-ver. You only ashked if you were handshum.”

“And why is that cle-ver?”

“Yurr not intimi-… intimidat- intimidating! Not intimidating. B’caush we’re alliesh.”

“You still didn’t answer my question. And come on, we’re at the stairs. Stairs, Winter. The general wanted you brought home and you can’t climb stairs if you’re dragging your feet.”

“And- And why did they pick you?”

You picked me, Winter.”

“Yes, i picked you becaush we’re alliesh, and you can’t intimidating- no, it’sh… intimidate. Can’t intimidate alliesh. Not allowed.”

“The stairs, Winter, and then the question please.”

“…Carry me.”


“Carry me up the shtairs and I’ll ansher the queshtion.”

“Really, now?”

“Yeah, ‘cush then I can shee your red… red eyes and- and- chin and jush… jus’ shee thim.”

“Just see them?”

“Yeah. Shee thim. They- It‘s… ‘s verr… verr pretty.”

“Heh, okay then.”

The hangover was unpleasant. But the operation was completed on a Friday, so that meant that at least it was now a Saturday and Winter wasn’t expected to be in the office.

That didn’t detract from the unpleasantness of it all, though. First she awoke to a pounding headache. Then there was the vomiting. Then there was the undying thirst at the back of her throat.

And then she realized that Qrow Branwen had taken care of her through the night. Then it was both unpleasant and mortifying. He made sure that she got to the toilet in time and held up her hair for her, that she had water to drink, and an aspirin tablet at her side.

The worst, though, was when she finally came out to the kitchen of her apartment. She had expected him to be long gone since she was stable enough to take care of herself. Instead he was in front of the stove, making bacon and eggs and it smelled heavenly, enough to make her stomach growl.

It was a nice feature to walk into on any morning.

Judging that the food was ready, he placed them onto a plate and put it onto the counter before returning to the pan. “You should eat.”

“I… Branwen-”

“Eat now, think later.”

“… Alright then.”

The sizzle of oil came up again as he added some more food to the pan, perhaps a portion for himself. He certainly deserved at least that much after last night. Winter slowly forked piece after piece into her mouth, chewing slowly to both savor the taste and also give her more time to think.

Here she was, in her military blouse and creased white leggings, hair down and mildly unkempt. It was like a scene from a sitcom. And even though it was unlikely, she still felt herself unsure. Her cheeks flushed as she spoke her first question. “Qrow… did we…”

“Nope,” he slid the pieces onto a second plate and grabbed another fork for himself. “I’m not stupid enough to do something like that. Especially not when the general himself expected me to get you home.”

“General Ironwood?”

“I had to call him to get your apartment address and number.”

The color drained from her face and she almost felt her fork drop. “You called the general?

“I have his number,” he looked up at her, and she was just a little too late in realizing that she was staring into those red eyes again. “You got a beef with that?”

“No, no,” she tore herself away. She should have been worried over the fact that the general had seen her drunk as hell, but… just …

Fuck, he really was handsome. And he could cook. And he knew how to handle a hangover. And he cared for her in one of the not-so-pretty moments of her life. “Just…” she sighed, “surprised, I guess.”

“… I get ya, Ice Queen.”

The rest of breakfast was in silence. When the meal was complete, Winter offered to clear away the dishes while he freshened up, trying to ignore the fact that he was naked in her apartment, trying to ignore that he probably had to use her soap and shampoo, trying to ignore that he had some really good qualities to him despite their initial meeting.

“Fuck,” she said to no one in particular.

She buried her face into her hands. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

When he came out of the bathroom, there wasn’t much fanfare outside of the beating of her own heart. He tucked his sword on the back of his hip and began to move to the door. But right as he reached for the door handle she stopped him.



It was too easy in her mind. But now that she was standing in front of him, looking up at his red eyes again, it was so much harder to swallow her words and to do. And why was he so tall?

Under the right circumstances, the man was certainly intimidating.

With a gulp, she stood up on her toes and kissed him, holding his hands, cheeks burning. “I… I take it back. You’re very handsome.”

He smiled. A nice, wide, time-stopping, but ultimately warming smile, and there was a chuckle behind his voice as he spoke. “I know. You told me twice.”

Here her gaze fell to the ground, but it had to go through looking at the stubble on his chin, then down his chest and legs first.


But he was an ally. A friendly. Partner-

“Um…” she swallowed, and it felt like an eternity passed, but Qrow was patient. “Did… Did you want some coffee before you go?”

And this time, the wait for him to respond was twice as harrowing “Sure.” A beat. “But is that what you really want right now? Coffee?”

Her cheeks burned red, but she pushed her fear back down to the pits of her stomach and shook her head. “N-No,” she forced out. “Not coffee.”

Instead of a response, a finger tucked itself under her chin and lifted her eyes up, bringing that intentful red gaze into sight again. Her whole body shook from anxiousness, and his lips softly mashed against hers, nothing like the peck she gave him last time.

He pulled away one last time.

“Is this better than coffee?”

“Yeah.” She gulped. “A lot better than coffee.”

He moved in again, more intensely this time, and she let his warm body wash up and over her.

“So where does this put us now?”

“Well, that depends - do you want this to be a one-time thing? I mean, you’ve already established that I am handsome and intimidating, so you had to have been thinking about the long term in some way, right?”

“Something… long term would be nice.”

A/N: Aahhh, thank you for the kind words, Anon! As for the writing, I’ve been doing this for some time, so I had to start from zero somewhere too, so don’t feel discouraged. I hope this answered you prompt, although I did it in Winter’s POV instead. Was a whole lot of fun though, and hopefully you got a kick out of it too. I might have made Winter seem too drunk, but in the end I felt that it helped contrast the moment better in the end.

Broken Strings

Author: bookreader525 (tumblr: @bookreader525​)

Artist: Skulpin (tumblr: @skulpin)

While roughhousing in the theater, a few animals accidentally break Ash’s beloved guitar. As a result, Ash thinks back to the day she received the guitar as a gift from a former special someone. 

Meena careens around a corner, giggling as she hops over a prop. Gunter is right at her heels, his glittery leotard barely containing his jiggling belly. Dangling from one of her hands by its laces is one of Johnny’s precious Converse sneakers. The shoes may very well be made out of solid gold, seeing the way Johnny treats the things. Meena would not put it past him to place the shoes on a soft pillow every night like some type of precious jewel.

        So, when Gunter approached her with the idea of stealing one of Johnny’s prized Converse, she could not resist. After all, her mischievous side needs to be fed a little every now and then.

        It did not take long at all for Johnny to discover his missing possession, and it only took him a matter of seconds to trace the path of the culprits. Mike did not care enough to steal a shoe that was not actually made of gold; Rosita would never think of doing such a thing in the first place; Ash was out buying sandwiches for the group, or otherwise she would totally be in on the joke; and Buster was completely, genuinely oblivious. So was Eddie. All that left was…

        “Meena! Gunter! Dang it, stop runnin’ away from me. I want my other Converse back!” Johnny yells.

        Meena can practically feel his angry, puffing breath on the back of her neck. Gunter jerks his head to the left, and leads the chase down a new back hallway of the theater.

        “You have one shoe! Isn’t that good enough?” she teases gently.

        “Not if I wanna be balanced when I walk, no,” Johnny protests.

        “Then just take off your other shoe! Problem solved.”


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I Got The Boy

Sebastian Stan x Reader, Sebastian Stan x OFC

Word Count: 643 // Rating: Gen

Warnings: none, ex-boyfriend, past relationships nothing really, song fic

Summary:  Reader spots Seb’s picture in the paper with his new wife.

Note:Been listening to this on repeat and i wanted to do a fic w/ it. Seb seemed right. y’know me i love a good song fic

Y/N didn’t often read celebrity magazines, they not her kind of reading. If anything, she found the use of celebrity’s private lives to fuel propaganda on gullible readers abhorrent and unbecoming. But let’s be real, they’re a must-have on a long plane journey. So, that’s how she came to be sitting on a plane across the country, trashy mags in hand waiting for take-off.

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[ Imagine you’re a post-op trans female and you’ve just moved to Charming to start working at the hospital as a nurse practitioner when you catch the eye of Happy Lowman. ] 

You sighed as you pulled off your white coat and hung it inside your work locker. It had been a long, trying day, and you were just ready to be home. You grabbed your purse from its hook inside your locker and turned towards the door, signaling the end of another work day.

You knew taking a new job in a new town far away from home was exactly what you needed. You had turned your entire life around, and you finally felt like the person you always knew you were deep down. You were cultivating a life you were proud of, a life you loved. And moving to Charming was all part of that plan. As a trans woman, your life had been anything but easy. Now that you had finally moved away from the small, closed-minded town you had grown up in, you finally felt like the person you were supposed to be. You just didn’t expect the adjustment to be so hard. 

No one in Charming knew your story. No one knew anything about you, really, other than you were the new nurse practitioner at St. Thomas Hospital and you were damn good at your job. You were an enigma, and that was just the way you liked it.

You crossed the parking lot of the hospital, making your way to your car. That’s when you locked eyes with a tall, handsome man. Your eyes scanned his tattooed, muscular arms. He was easily the most attractive man you had ever seen, and the sight of him made your heart flutter. You already knew exactly who he was, or at least what he was. He was a Son. That much was clear. You had only been in Charming a few short weeks, but you had already heard more than enough about the Sons of Anarchy. 

The man stood from his motorcycle, placing his helmet on the seat and never breaking eye contact with you. You felt frozen. His gaze was so intense, so hypnotizing you felt like he could see straight through you. You could feel his eyes looking you up and down, and it made you nervous. As attracted as you were to him, you knew you needed to keep your distance. He crossed the parking lot, heading straight towards you. He flashed you a coy smile, and you felt your hands shake. He was so handsome, in the most rugged kind of way, and you were dying to get to know him. But you knew it wasn’t a good idea. Not everyone was as open and understanding as you hoped they would be, and something told you a Son would definitely not understand. So you decided you’d keep your distance. 

“Hey, beautiful,” the man said, his voice rough and gravelly. He flashed you a smile. “My name’s Happy.” 

You nodded your head. Your nerves were getting the best of you. “Y/N,” you answered politely, “I, uh, have to go. It was n-nice to meet you, Happy.” You continued walking, making your way to your car in an attempt to escape any further conversation with Happy. 

You wanted to get to know him. You wanted to stay and talk. You wanted to know how his lips would feel on yours. But you never would. You knew that. He was a member of the Sons of Anarchy. There was no way he would be interested in you if he knew you were trans. You were sure of it. Deep down, you feared he might become angry if he found out. As much as you wanted to get to know Happy, you couldn’t put your safety at risk. So you swallowed your feelings and walked away, leaving Happy standing alone in the parking lot and watching after you.


You hadn’t realized it at the time, but walking away from Happy like that with not so much as an explanation had only made him want you more. He spent the next week thinking about you, wondering what your story was. He had never seen you before. You had to be new to town. You were too beautiful for him not to have noticed you before now. He was driving himself crazy, wondering when he would run into you again, if he would run into you again. He had to see you again. He hadn’t felt such a strong connection to anyone in a long time. He knew the two of you could have something amazing, explosive even, if only you’d give him the chance.

You were struggling with the same issue. You felt a spark with Happy in the few moments you had shared with him. Maybe it had just been the nerves talking, but you could have sworn you felt something with Happy in those few brief minutes. You could feel it the moment your eyes had met his all the way across that parking lot. But you and Happy could never happen. You knew that, deep down, but that nagging voice inside your head wouldn’t let the thought of him go.

You were walking aimlessly down the sidewalk, lost in your own thoughts. You had been avoiding Happy for the last few days, but it seemed like he was everywhere. You were so busy inside your own head, you hadn’t even realized Happy was standing right across the street from you. The moment he caught sight of you, his heart began to race.

“Hey!” Happy’s voice called, snapping you from your thoughts. You looked up, startled. His face lit up in a smile the moment you looked at him. “Y/N!” He crossed the street quickly, making a beeline straight towards you. 

You stood there, once again frozen by Happy’s intense gaze. He looked genuinely happy to see you, but you were a little terrified. Happy was an attractive man, but he was intimidating as hell. You couldn’t keep running into him like this. You knew he would find out that you were trans eventually. You weren’t ashamed of who you were, and you weren’t trying to hide anything. You knew who you were and what you had gone through to get there, and you were damn proud of yourself. But you also knew Happy could never find out the truth about you. You were scared of what he might do if he ever did. 

“I was hopin’ I’d see you again,” he said, smiling as he stood in front of you. He watched you for a few seconds before he spoke. “I’ve been thinking about you all week.”

You said nothing for a moment. You knew where this conversation was heading. Happy had made it clear that he was attracted to you. You knew it was just a matter of time before he asked you out, officially. Your heart fluttered at the thought, but reality also set in. You and Happy would never work. Even if you did agree to go out with him, he would have to find out the truth eventually. And then what would you do? What would he do? You didn’t want him to think you were hiding anything, and you didn’t want him to feel like you had tricked him. You had heard the stories of other women like yourself who had become victims at the hands of cowardly men. You knew things could get dangerous fast, and you never wanted to become another statistic.

“I want to take you out,” he said matter-of-factly.

You sighed. You already knew this was coming. “Happy, I don’t have time for this,” you blurted suddenly. “Look, you’re great, okay? But I can’t go out with you.” You looked at the disappointed expression on his face. “I-I gotta go.” 

You walked away from Happy for the second time that week without another word.


As hard as you tried, you couldn’t seem to stay away from Happy Lowman. You had managed to run into him another ten times over the next few weeks, much to your own dismay. Every time you saw him, he asked you out. And every time he asked you out, you found it a little harder to say no. You were the first woman Happy had ever really asked on an actual date. He had never been good at the whole dating thing, and he wasn’t really sure what he was doing wrong when it came to you. He had even brought you flowers. He couldn’t understand why you wouldn’t just go out with him. You were clearly interested in him. You had even gone so far as to tell him you were attracted to him. You told him you thought he was great, yet you wouldn’t go out with him. The worst part was you wouldn’t even tell him why. Every time Happy asked, you would give him some lame excuse. You could never give him a real reason.

You were making your way to St. Thomas Hospital to begin your shift when you spotted Happy leaned against his bike in the parking lot, evidently waiting on you.You pretended not to notice him, but Happy could already tell you had seen him. He knew what you were doing. You were avoiding him, and he wanted to know why. You walked past him quickly, keeping your eyes down and focused on your shoes.

Happy stood from his bike. “Y/N,” he groaned, jogging to keep up with you as you hurriedly walked towards the hospital entrance. “Just wait.”

You stopped and looked at him. You let out a deep sigh. “What, Hap?”  

Happy stopped and stared at you for a moment. You were so beautiful, and you were so mysterious. He couldn’t figure you out. One moment you were telling him you were attracted to him and thought he was great, then the next you were refusing to go out with him without so much as a reason why. He couldn’t figure you out, and it was driving him crazy. 

“Why do you keep running from me?” Happy asked suddenly, his expression a mixture of concern and disappointment. He let out a short, sad sounding laugh. “You scared of me or something?” 

“Happy,” you sighed loudly. “You really don’t give up easily, do you?” 

A mischievous smile crossed Happy’s face. “No, ma’am, I don’t.” 

You looked around the parking lot nervously. You knew you were going to have to tell Happy the real reason you were avoiding him eventually. Every time the two of you spoke, you felt yourself falling for him. He made you laugh, he was sweet, and he was handsome as hell. And he also wouldn’t take no for an answer when it came to you. 

“Look, Hap,” you sighed again, “I like you, okay? A lot.” Your eyes searched the sky for a moment as you collected your thoughts. You had to tell him, one way or another, but you were terrified. You hoped with all your heart that he wouldn’t, but you were scared he would react violently when you told him the truth. “But there’s a lot of shit you don’t know about me.” 


“So, I don’t think it’s a good idea for us to go out.” 

“Give me one good reason why you won’t go out with me,” Happy retorted. 

“I’m trans,” you blurted. 

Happy looked at you for a moment in silence. You were wondering what was going through his mind, and you were fearing the worst. Your nerves took over, and your hands began to shake. You decided to continue.

“I was born a male, physically anyway,” you explained. “But I’ve always been a woman on the inside. I’ve known since I was a kid.” You swallowed hard. You feared what Happy’s reaction would be. “I’ve been living as female since I was a kid,” you continued, “But I started hormones when I was a teenager.” You took in a deep, shaky breath. “And, uh, I’ve had all the, uh, surgeries.” 

“Okay,” was all Happy said.

You cocked your head to the side, now confused. “Okay?”

He nodded his head. “Okay.” He shrugged nonchalantly and flashed you a smile. “So you gonna go to dinner with me now, or what?”

You let out a deep breath that you felt like you had been holding forever and nodded your head. A happy, relieved smile formed on your lips. “Yeah. Dinner sounds good.” 

orocana-joka  asked:



I remember I drew a couple of sketches a couple months ago when he still had his long hair ahh. I was so sad that it didn’t even last that long. Mashima blessed us with long haired Natsu and quickly took it away from us. 

Woops didn’t realize that this was slightly nsfw– lmaoo

'She's the Man' Sentence Starters
  • "Well hey there, pretty lady."
  • "Girls with asses like mine do not talk to boys with faces like yours."
  • "Be not afraid of greatness, some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them."
  • "I am convinced he's hiding something."
  • "Have you ever tried to run away in high heels?"
  • "I'm a boy, I promise."
  • "A few days ago I kissed this girl at a kissing booth."
  • "...and when I close my eyes, I see you for who you truly are, which is UUUG-LAY."
  • "Who's your daddy?!"
  • "Man, I just, I'm not really good at talking to girls."
  • "Do you... like... cheese?"
  • "Could you be a girl for just 5 seconds?"
  • "You don't have to flirt with her first, okay, genius? You're paying for it."
  • "Beware the old guy chewing gum... it's not gum."
  • "Are those real?"
  • "What does your heart tell you?"
  • "Wake up, I've been waiting for you."
  • "It's not a wig!"
  • "But why? He's so handsome, and rugged, and chiseled, and great."
  • "What are you talking about? Why are you lying?"
  • "I'm allergic to the sun."
  • "I played soccer once... or was it chess?"
  • "God you and your brother look scarily alike from the back."
  • "Remember, chew like you have a secret..."
  • "Why, why do you always talk about girls in such graphic terms?"
  • "Nonsense! You don't need a man to wear a beautiful dress!"
  • "___---, be a good boy."

[[ A little Opie smut to brighten your day 💞 ]]

“Hey, Jax.” You walked up to him as he sat outside the Sons clubhouse. “Have you seen Ope?” 

He looked up at you, took a long drag from his cigarette, and smiled. “Hey, sweetheart.” He nodded his heads towards the TM garage. “He’s in the garage.”

You nodded your head and gave Jax a light smile before you walked off to find your old man. He had been working extra hard lately, picking up extra shifts around TM and doing any mechanic job he could get his hands on. You appreciated all his hard work, but there was a downside. You hadn’t seen him nearly as often lately as you’d like. Sure, you shared the same bed every night, but by the time he got home, he was exhausted and usually passed out before you really got a chance to do much of anything. You loved your old man, and you loved that he was wiling to work hard. Of course, you needed the extra money too. But you also needed to get laid.

“Opie,” you sang as you walked into the garage. You rounded the corner to see Opie lying on his back under a car, his shirt lifted just enough for you to see the tiniest bit of skin. You felt your heart flutter. It had been way too long, and you craved the feeling of his skin. He slid out from under the car, his work shirt stained with oil and dirt. His hair was hidden under a beanie, and his beard was bushy and wild. He looked rugged and tough and oh so handsome. Just the way you liked him. 

He grinned at you. “Hey, babe.” He wiped his hands on a old rag, smearing it with oil. “How was your day?”

“Fine,” you answered, taking a few steps closer to him. You pressed a finger to his neck and ran it slowly down his chest. “But it’s better now.” 

“Good,” he replied, obviously not taking the subtle hints you were trying to drop.

“Yeah.” A mischievous smile played at your lips. “You wanna take a break?” 

He smiled and pointed back to the car he had just been underneath. “I’m almost finished, if you wanna hang around a few more minutes.” 

You shook your head and bit your lip. “I think you should take a break now.” 

He raised an eyebrow, his smile spreading. He quickly reached down, grabbed you by your legs, and slung you over his shoulder. “Yo, I’m takin’ a break!” he called over his othershoulder. He carried you to the back of the clubhouse, you giggling in excitement the entire way. He pushed the door open with his boot and placed you back on your feet.

“Take your clothes off,” he commanded as soon as he shut the door behind him. You smirked, surprised that he was being so straight-forward. Opie was usually a much more gentle, passionate kinda guy. He normally liked to take his time. But clearly it had been way too long for him too, and he was ready to pounce.

“Make me.” His grin spread. You knew how much he liked a challenge. He crossed the room, his thick leather boots crashing heavily onto the wooden floor. His hands reached for the hem of your shirt, and he tugged upwards, leaving you in only your bra in a matter of seconds. He unbuttoned your jeans and pushed them down your thighs. His eyes widened ever so slightly as he took in the sight of you standing there in front of him, wearing practically nothing and looking better than you ever had before. He couldn’t take his eyes off of you.

Your hands hungrily tugged at his hips. You needed him now. He pushed your hands away and pulled off his jeans. You ripped his boxers down his legs, and he slid your panties to the floor. You stepped out of them and jumped into his arms. He stumbled over to the bed, his strong arms wrapped tight around you, his lips crashing into yours. He let out a low growl and pushed you down onto the bed. He climbed on top of you, grabbing your wrists with one of his big hands. He forcefully pinned your wrists above your head. Your back arched in anticipation. He spread your legs with his knees and reached down, giving you a little taste of pleasure. It was just enough to make you moan. Loud. You squirmed in pleasure, fighting for your hands to be released. He grinned in satisfaction and positioned himself just right. He pushed himself into you finally, after what felt like forever, and you let out a deep, fulfilled gasp as he filled you. He thrust himself deeper, and you arched your back further. Every part of your body throbbed, begging for him. You felt like your nerves had been set ablaze, but in the most wonderful, agonizingly pleasurable ways. 

“Opie,” you moaned, wrapping your legs around his waist as he thrust himself in and out of you. He picked up his rhythm and tightened his grip on your wrists, refusing to let you go. You moaned louder. “Opie, baby.” You groaned, your entire body arching as far as it could possibly go just so you could be closer to him, so you could feel him. 

He thrust forcefully and let out a deep groan. He pressed his head to your neck. You could feel his fingers digging into your wrists. His other hand grasped at your waist, pinning you to the bed. He let out a barely audible gasp and groaned again. You knew it wouldn’t be long for either of you. You could already feel yourself about to be pushed over that ledge. He thrust one last time, let out a deep, thundering growl, and you both found your release. 

He collapsed on top of you, burying his head against your neck. He took a few breaths, then rolled onto his back so he was lying beside you. He sighed contentedly, trying to regain his composure. He rolled his head to look at you and laughed. “Now I could really use a break.” 

A cowboys love part 1

Disclaimer: so I was talking to the lovely @bookwarm85 about this idea I had of an imagine where Jai is a horse handler for a living and he meets the love of his life because of a traumatic situation and she writes it down in a letter that he finds when he’s cleaning out his and Maya’s master bedroom one day
It was as equally warm in Australia that day as it was in Jais’ heart when he found the box that had belonged to his beloved Maya he hadn’t meant to find the box it had just fallen out of the closet and he just wanted to remember her spirit so he started reading the letter he would always cherish.

Dear rugged and handsome,
I don’t remember the things in my life more clearer than the night I met you because of Brutus and I can’t thank that silly Australian Shepard more than I can right now.

I was running so fast I could feel my breath leave me and all I keep telling myself is if you stop he will find you I was turning a corner when all of a sudden I hear my name being yelled by Jonas’ mate Carter I could feel my sprained ankle throbbing harder than it did just minutes ago when I broke carters nose.

I wish I would’ve told you how much that moment meant to me that the man that I grew to know and love came to find out why his beloved best mate and only family at the time was barking

I could clearly see a house with a barn and connecting stable in the distance so I made the split decision and decided to climb over the fence and all I could do was run to just hope that I could get a good distance away from the people I thought were nice and kind I grew tired so I ran towards a tree that looked like it was shady enough to hide me the only thing I didn’t see was the dog patrolling his territory until it started growling then started barking so loud I knew someone would come

The thing that struck me when I first met you is how gentle you were with Brutus that you didn’t even have to get mad at him or tell him to shut up he just knew that you wanted him quiet with one look

“Little girl little girl I won’t hurt you any worse if you just show yourself right now so get out here right now” Jonah had started screaming towards the end Carter also started speaking “ it won’t hurt me or Jonah if you misbehave in fact it will make it fun for us ” the man said with Jonah starting to chuckle. All of a sudden I heard what sounded like a motorbike coming our way that the two men started running but I couldn’t move I was quivering and crying too much to hear the man walk up and tell the dog to stop barking “good boy Brutus go lay down” the man commanded the dog with a very thick Sydney accent.
I looked up and what I saw made me stop breathing for a second it was tall man 6 foot 2 maybe 3 inches dirty blonde hair slicked back he was also wearing a red plaid shirt with a white tank top underneath and looked like a true cowboy with a beard and I could see slight chest hair peak out. “My name is Jai and that rascal laying by the hailbays is Brutus neither of us are going to hurt you can you tell me your name” I didn’t know how to respond so I just said “ my name is Maya.” Jai offered me his hand and took me inside to his house.

Part 2 coming soon
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anonymous asked:

For the fictional character ask things, Elizabeth and/or Bardroy

I’ll do both for you, anon!


who? | only know their name | loathe | ugh | overrated | indifferent | dead | alive | just okay | cute | badass | my baby | hot | want to marry | favorite

I’ll cry if anything bad happens to Lizzie. I’m not even kidding. She’s one of the purest, kindest characters around and Ciel should be on his knees thanking the Midfords for betrothing her to him.  


who? | only know their name | loathe | ugh | overrated | indifferent | dead | alive | just okay | cute | badass | my baby | hot | want to marry | favorite

There’s no option for “underrated” because Bard is so underrated. I always found him handsome in a rugged, older way which is super refreshing in comparison to a lot of Yana’s bishies. That, and he’s awesome.