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Hungover Jensen, post Jib

Jensen opens his eyes and immediately closes them again. His head is pounding, it’s too bright in the hotel room, his entire body aches.

After a couple minutes of stretching and groaning and adjusting his eyes to the sunlight, he fumbles for his phone on the nightstand and ends up with a piece of notebook paper in his hand instead. In terrible handwriting, there are a few random words on the paper like “breakfast,” “crepe options,” and “hamburger meat with onions.” He bunches the paper up and tosses it aside before grabbing his phone and lying back down against the bed.

For some reason his email app is open, and a drafted email is waiting to be sent. It’s addressed to Jim Michaels, with the subject line “Get fuckd.”

In the body of the email is written, “I think I want to quit the show and open a food truck. I have a lot of great ideas for a food truck, and I’m writing up a menu right—”

Jensen deletes the drafted email and scrambles through his sent messages to make sure he didn’t actually email anyone. Thankfully, he didn’t.

He checks his text messages next and finds that the only person he texted yesterday was his wife. Thank fucking god.


I’m wearing the underwear you bought me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The pair I said I’d never wear in a million years!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I’m wearing it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


Jensen’s eyes widen and his face heats up as he stares at his phone, the words blurring together. He tears the covers away from his lap and looks down at himself. The only thing he’s wearing is a pair of peach-colored boxer briefs that are too big on him.

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Sub-Zero making tea for Scorpion is my favorite thing from the entire story mode of Mortal Kombat X to be completely honest.

anonymous asked:

Prompt: What would have happened if Mama Bakkoush hadn't interrupted Yousana's goodbye

“What was I going to say?” Yousef said, his brow dipping some as he searched for the words, any words, that would prolong the evening. He wasn’t ready for it to end. Wasn’t ready to have to wait for the next time he could steal a few moments with this girl, this magnificent girl. Afraid that those moments may never come.

The street lights danced on the amber hues in Sana’s eyes and her full lips spread into a beaming smile, complete with those dimples he yearned to press his own lips to. “Uh, I don’t know,” she said with a soft laugh that gave life to the butterflies that had taken up residence in this stomach.

“Well, it was something. Definitely something,” Yousef replied, mirroring her smile. They’d conversed with such ease all day. It had seemed to come so naturally to them. Why did he feel so unsure of himself now?

“I guess it couldn’t have been important or else you wouldn’t have forgotten so easily,” Sana teased, that smile taking on more of a playful smirk. His eyes fell to the way the corner of her lips quirked upwards. Right now Yousef didn’t even want to kiss them, he wanted to reach out and feel that curve with his finger tips. His hands balled into fists instead and he felt the bite of his blunt nails against his palms.

“Hm, I guess my mind was distracted by other things,” Yousef said, his dark eyes burning with an intensity that ignited flames on Sana’s cheeks as heat rose there. Her eyes avoided his for a second but that beautiful smile didn’t waver.

“Distracted, huh?” Sana replied, her eyes once more meeting his as she raised a curious brow. “What things?”

Yousef’s hands slid into his pockets, the war between his head and heart becoming all the more difficult as they stood there. He didn’t trust himself not to reach for her, felt like it might come to him like the most natural thing in the world. Yousef watched Sana’s eyes follow the movement and he wondered if she knew.

Yousef wasn’t ready to lay all his cards on the table, so he hedged his bets. “Beautiful things,” he said, hoping she’d catch his meaning without him having to say it out loud. Yousef watched as the smile upon her lips spread and gave way to her dimples again and he figured she knew. He couldn’t see the blush on her cheeks but he was pretty sure it was there none the less. 

They stood, quietly regarding each other for a little while longer before a car door shutting down the street broke the moment. Sana visibly flinched, glancing towards her house. Maybe Yousef should have been worried about the impression they may have given if Sana’s parents caught them, especially after the vodka incident, but he couldn’t muster the care. Not for himself anyway. He did, however, eventually manage to care about what it might mean for Sana. So as much as he wished the evening could continue, even if it was just them standing around trying to put off saying goodbye, he knew that bye had to come sooner rather than later. 

“So uh,” Yousef said, then paused, his brows drawing together. “I guess this is goodbye then? It’s pretty late and-”

“Yeah,” Sana replied before letting Yousef finish. “The last thing I want is for one of my parents to see us and have to explain why I’m standing out here with you and where Elias is. I’ll leave that to him when he gets home.”

Sana’s own brow creased as she thought of her brother, wondering how he was and more importantly why he’d let himself get in that state. She’d truly believed she was telling the truth when she’d told her mum that Elias wasn’t drinking. Sana hated the fact he’d made a liar out of her but mostly she was just worried about him.

“He’ll be fine. He just needs to sleep it off. Don’t worry,” Yousef said, as if reading her mind.

“Yeah, I know,” Sana replied but she wasn’t completely convinced. There was too much she didn’t know about what had happened and she wouldn’t feel better until she discussed it with Elias.

“Anyway, thanks for walking me home and the… um, detour?” Sana said with a small laugh. They really had lost track of time.

“You’re welcome. Maybe we can do it again some time?” Yousef’s eyes flickered away, uncertainty written over his handsome features. The last thing he wanted to do was push his luck. This whole night hadn’t been planned and it was a different thing taking the advantage of the opportunity to hang out and actually planning it. He feared the latter would be too much for Sana. If the awkward silence was anything to go by, he was right. “Eh, you’re right. Probably for the best if we don’t. I’m not sure my ego could stand being beaten like that again.”  Youself filled the silence, figuring a joke about basketball was a safe bet. The smile that rose to Sana’s lips told him he’d been correct.

“We’ll see. You get some practice in and we’ll see.”

With that, Sana turned and walked up the steps to her house. Reaching the door, she glanced over her shoulder and smiled at Yousef. He smiled back and gave her a small wink before she disappeared into the house. Yousef stood for a moment longer, an unchecked grin on his face. God, he was in trouble.


ever wonder what Hamilton would sound like with Star Wars characters in the cast? me neither, but @cstrawnster wanted to hear “Your Obedient Servant” as a duet between Obi-wan and Maul, so here that is!


Tom Hiddleston’s neck vein appreciation post

tomrixxle  asked:

Okay but like. What would be Alec's distraction method? We got MAGNUSSS I NEED THE ALEC

okay I feel like at first alec wouldn’t even try to be distracting, he knows how hard magnus works and doesn’t want to get in his way. especially when magnus told him it would only take ten minutes for him to look through all his books to find the potion his client asked for. but then an hour has passed and alec gets tired of the book he’s reading so he puts it down and sits closer to magnus, so close that he can rest his head on his shoulder. at first alec doesn’t even notice the shiver that courses through magnus’ body when alec’s breath hits his neck but after the third time it happens, alec smirks to himself and starts softly running his fingers up and down magnus’ arm causing magnus’ breathing to falter slightly. and alec knows he’s got his full attention then, so he pushes closer to magnus and presses a kiss just under magnus’ jawline and proceeds to run his lips down his neck, only teasingly grazing the skin which causes magnus to groan and whisper “damn it alexander” under his breath before magnus turns towards him and kisses alec frantically. but when magnus feels alec smirking agaisnt his lips, he pulls away but seeing alec’s eyes shining with want and his cheeks flushed, magnus gives up resisting and pulls alec back into another kiss that leaves them both feeling breathless.

akara1504  asked:

Can I request a scenario for Chuuya and an ADA member s/o? Where one day they meet in a mission and they have to fight each other. It can be angst if you like. 😊 May you have a good day!

Sure you can! I hope you don’t mind that I tweaked your request a bit and made the s/o into someone that is Chuuya’s love interest instead :’)

Chuuya Nakahara

An unexpected appearance of a man dressed in formal attire revealed himself from the dark shadows of the underground tunnel. It was undoubtedly the same person who possesses the ocean blue eyes you gazed into several weeks ago. Allowed yourself to become lost in his dancing sapphire irises that you came to believe were the most beautiful things you have ever seen. And the man, standing proud and tall, was none other than Chuuya Nakahara himself.

He’s the one that you found yourself becoming infatuated with after your first meeting with him. You can still remember the way his voice sounded like melting honey, making you feel warm and soft inside. How the handsome man with gorgeous tangerine locks gave you a sense of familiarity when you both exchanged sweet, innocent conversations. It almost certainly felt as if you and him had known each other for many years, even though you had only met moments ago. 

There was also his perfectly defined lips, how they would curve into the most charming smile that was so lovely it captivated your heart. The faint smell of the cherry wine lingering on his clothes that held a mild, intoxicating fragrance when mixed with his natural scent. You couldn’t possibly forget about his infectious and contagious laughter either. You nearly fell in love with the sound of it in a matter of seconds of hearing it.

And with the exchange of your phone numbers and promise to meet each other again in the future was exciting and thrilling at the very least. However, you had never envisioned the day where you would encounter him again would be under the circumstances concerning the battle of the organizations. You never thought you would stand before the man that held the perfect spring sky in his eyes would have the intentions of hurting the members of the Agency that you associate with. And you would have never guessed that he belonged to the Mafia – let alone is a current title holder of one of the 5 fearsome executives.

Chuuya looks at you with a fixated stare, muttering something incoherent with a difficulty that he wasn’t used to. He felt his hands balling into a fist at his side and mentally cursed himself over the fact that you were part of an enemy organization that he had orders given by his superiors to deal with. He then sighs to himself, not believing his incredulously bad luck with women. Honestly, out of everyone in the city of Yokohama, he just had to fall for someone that he couldn’t be with.

“I can’t do this. I’m not gonna fight you, (name).”

With that said, Kenji merely blinks at the sight of the gravity manipulator turning his back to his opponents and walking away without saying another word. “Huh? He’s actually really leaving without putting up a fight.” The happy-go-lucky blonde announced with astonishment, one of his hands hovering above his narrowing eyes like he’s shielding away the blinding rays of the golden sun as he watches the man adorned with a fancy hat slowly disappearing from sight.

“Seems like he’s quite smitten with you, (name), to have walked away just like that,” said Yosano as she crosses her arms over her chest and watches the moving figure blend seamlessly into the darkness of the tunnel alongside you and Kenji. You felt a blush working its way up your neck at her comment and sheepishly tried to convince her that it was just her imagination. 

But who were you kidding? Anyone who saw the way Chuuya looked at you didn’t have to think twice about it. Yosano just confirmed something you weren’t sure how to accept. Because you and Chuuya belonged in a divided world that would only clash with each other if your relationship with him had developed into something more.  

anonymous asked:

Eric Bittle with a snapchat.... Thoughts?

  • lowkey snapchat hoe, lbr
  • has streaks with every single one of his best friends
    • bad bob is one of them
      • their highest was 187
  • he’s one of those people who take pictures of their faces where it’s like their nose to their forehead it’s weird
  • he also likes to zoom in and out of his face but he’s making like. no facial expression, also weird
  • bitty was probably one of the first people to get snapchat, like back when it was called picaboo in 2011 or smth
  • is subscribed to buzzfeed, refinery, food network, tastemade, people, and espn
  • his stories are always 100+ seconds long. they’re a mix of random selfies, baking videos/tips, and pictures of/with his team
    • one time after jack and bitty come out, there’s a 300+ sec story just of jack’s butt in different positions/with different emojis
      • shitty cries at the sheer beauty of it
  • bitty also likes to post videos of himself lip syncing to songs (beyonce and nicki usually) and always tries to get the others into it
    • lardo and shitty are fair game, holster belts out the songs, ransom doesn’t really do it unless he’s drunk and jack is a 50/50 chance
  • he actually keeps his snapchat private for a while, but when his twitter starts to get into the thousands of followers he makes it public and starts putting links in his bio/youtube vids
  • is a dog filter HOE it’s so bad omg
  • will post pictures on instagram with the dog filter it’s a little ridiculous
  • again after they come out, bitty will snapchat jack’s hockey games and oh lord that boy goes ALL OUT
    • also bitty: FUCK HIM UP BABY!!! GO #1 BEAT HIS ASS
  • if he wakes up in the morning before Jack, bitty will grab his phone and snap a picture of his boyfriend, so peaceful in sleep and beautiful against the white sheets in the morning light
    • (shitty cries once again)
  • basically bitty loves snapchat and uses it quite frequently to appreciate things such as baking, jack’s butt, good music, jack’s butt, hockey games, and most importantly– jack’s butt