i took these way earlier

Jensen had put on some bulk over the summer, and it wasn’t all muscle. You stared at his jaw and thick neck and couldn’t help but lick your lips. It made your heart happy that Jensen was putting on a little empathy weight. Especially when you felt like a beached whale.

You were excited to be having a baby, but being pregnant in the middle of the summer sucked ass.

Jensen had insisted you get out of the hot Texas heat and come to comic con with him. You had relented, happy to be near your husband.

As you watched him at the end of the Nerd HQ panel, you couldn’t help but lick your lips. No one told you that you would want to jump your husband’s bones at the most inconvenient and inappropriate times. Earlier when he had made the damn innuendo about taking his jacket off, you almost had to get up and excuse yourself. You had wanted nothing more than to help him “jacket” off right there in front of God and everybody.

Thankfully, you had calmed yourself and controlled your raging hormones. Until now. You watched Jensen put on the flat billed cap, backwards. He didn’t wear that kind of hat often. Sure, the backwards hat look wasn’t unusual, but there was something about the combination of rolled sleeves, the hat, and his neck peeking out of that damn black shirt that made you shift in your seat.

He eyed you from the stage, a small smirk of satisfaction forming on his lips. He knew exactly the effect he was having on you.

You moved to get up, heading to the side of the stage. You were going to make sure the two of you got a little alone time before he headed off to his next event.

The panel wrapped and Jensen headed off stage, a smug look spread across his face. He approached you, running his hands along your stomach as he leaned in to kiss you deeply.

“Hey momma,” he said, pulling away from your lips, his hands resting on your stomach.

“You’re such a fucking tease, Ackles,” you growled, running your hands along the bare skin of his neck that was exposed thanks to the top two buttons of his shirt being undone.

Your fingers danced along his neck and settled there, playing with the short fine hairs that ran alone the base of his neck.

“I’ve got two hours before my next appearance. Wanna run off with me for a little bit?” he asked, raising his eyebrows suggestively. “I haven’t even began to tease you, sweetheart,” he whispered, his mouth millimeters away from yours, his nose bumping yours. He was teasing you, and you were putty in his hands.

You pressed your lips to his and looked into his eyes. “I’d run off with you anywhere, Ackles. Anytime. Anywhere,” you replied, a sparkle in your eyes.

He threw on his jacket and threaded his fingers with yours as he dragged you behind him. “Well, lets go baby. We’ve got all the time in the world,” he chuckled, pulling you to the car so that you could head back to your hotel.

You wrapped your arms around his bicep and hugged yourself close to him as Cliff guided you through the screaming fans. Jensen leaning into you to whisper in your ear.

“I saw the way you were squirming when I took my jacket off earlier,” he whispered, his breath hot on your neck. “Maybe you can help me "jacket” off in the car?“ He winked.

You bit your lip and glared at him. "You’re dirty,” you laughed, slapping his shoulder and burying your face against his neck, kissing him.

“You like it,” he smiled as you reached the car, opening the door for you. “Was that a yes?” he asked with a grin.

“Hell yes,” you said, pulling him into the car practically on top of you.


HAPPY late BIRTHDAY @shmoofles !!!! ❤ ❤ ❤


Thank you all who showed me you survivors, your babies are mine now.¨

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the new workout plan

Title: The New Workout Plan
Pairing: Lance Tucker (The Bronze)/OFC (named)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Lots of smug Lance, smut, just the usual
A/N: Sorry it took me so long; I was planning on getting this done WAY earlier, but I was struggling, and I had to work at my second job this morning. Anyway, this one is for @paodelsan, I hope you enjoy it!

Originally posted by buckypupbarnes

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The picture I took earlier really doesn’t do it justice.

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i was tagged by @ronweasleywrites to post my lock screen, home screen, last listened to song and last selfie!! ive done this before but i never pass up a chance to talk about myself lmfao. and as you can see i took those screenies way earlier tonight but im just getting a chance to post now. 

i tag @japril @aprilkeepner @aprilkep @japriet @littlegreys @doddario @emperorstyles @smolcreampuff @haydenanakin @caliietorres @arizonaeliza @fuckwithdacey and anyone else would would like to!!!!!! 

Act Like Nothings Wrong

A T.O.P/Choi Seunghyun fanfiction

Summary: When your friend drags you backstage at a bigbang concert, introducing you to Choi Seunghyun, a man that causes you to lose all sense and reason, what else is there to do, but act like nothing’s wrong…

Chapter Summary: You discuss your feelings towards TOP with Jiyong, before being taken to Bigbang’s condo. 

Chapter Type: Fluff, with the tiniest, miniscule amount of angst.

Disclaimer: This chapter becomes a little cheesy at the end…but enjoy the fluff and romance whilst you can… ;)

Chapter 1  Chapter 5

Chapter 4

Instead of getting into a car and driving back to the hotel, you all decide to go for a walk down the river- followed, of course, by the bodyguards, but TOP explains that they’re hired for 24 hour watch and that you should try to ignore them as much as possible, because that’s how it was. Its about 20 minutes later, Everyone has settled onto some benches and are laughing jovially with each other, when TOP says that he is going to buy some cigarettes from the convenience store from just across the way, Daesung and Lucie volunteer to go with him, but you say that you’ll wait for him on the benches with Jiyong and the others. Before he walks off, he grabs your hand and kisses it, just like the first time, but he then leans in to kiss you on the cheek and those same familiar butterflies are felt in your belly. You smile down at your knees, and before you can even lift your head, his fingers are there under your chin and your gaze is moved to his dark eyes that are smiling at you.

‘Beautiful,’ he whispers before taking off, looking behind him nervously but with a smile on his face a few times, before he is out of sight. You work to collect yourself, straightening out your dress and taking a few breaths, but then you hear Jiyong lean towards you from the other bench, so you look up.

'Are you okay now? After earlier, I suppose it must have been a bit of a fright for you,’ his expression is concerned, but you can tell from his body language, that he wanted to talk to you about something else other than the incident that had happened earlier.

'Yeah, im fine, I just… i’ve had people be like that before, it just seemed worse this time for some reason…’ you realise you’re babbling and immediately stop yourself and look at the ground- GD didn’t want to hear your life story.

'Well, we dont need to talk about it if you’d rather not?’ you’re glad for the escape and smile at him as a way of saying thank you. He sits up a little straighter and you realise that hes about to get to whatever he had been trying to say this whole time.

'So… how much do you know about TOP?’ at the mere mention of his name your heart starts to beat a little faster and your palms become sweaty.

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anonymous asked:

You know what just because there is to much cute going on, please may you write a "He ignores you but you act cute and he forgives you" for Callum and Micheal

Omg yay I was hoping someone would ask for this!!

Calum’s is here (X)


“Ashton, can you help me with my geography homework pleaseee” I asked nicely

“Sure I’ll be there in a minute” he replied

“Yaay thank you” I jumped squealing

“Why didn’t you just ask me for help?” Michael asked

“Because ashton stayed in school and will know more whereas you dropped out of school so he’s smarter!” I said playfully

“Oh, okay” he said looking pissed off.

Ashton walked into the room and sat down beside me. Michael then got up leaving to probably go play video games or something.

After about an hour of Ashton helping me I decided I should go find Michael to ask what pizza to order for dinner.

“Mikey” I said barging into his room to see him as I predicted playing on his Xbox.

“What pizza should I order?” I asked

He looked at me then turned back round to focus on his game.

“Michael? What the hell?” I asked confused as to why he just ignored me.

I gave up knowing it was a lost cause trying to get him to reply.

I made my way over to him taking the controller out of his hand. He glared at me harshly.

Taking his face in my hands I rested my forehead onto his making him look at me,

“Why are you ignoring me Mikey?” I asked pouting.

Once again he didn’t reply so I started making cute silly faces at him and running my hands through his newly dyed hair.

He let out a sigh before placing a small kiss to my cheek. I scrunched my face up and he laughed suddenly remembering he was in a mood and returning back to having a blank expression.

After a few minutes of staring at each other he gave in.

“Do you think I’m stupid? Because you know I dropped out if school?” He said embarrassed.

“What? No! You are not stupid” I gasped realising he took what I said earlier the wrong way.

“Michael, listen, you are smart in your own way and I love you just the wag you are! Anyway who cares about being smart when you can sing and play guitar you’re gonna be famous!! So screw being smart” you giggled kissing him.

“ god I love you” he smiled cutely

“I love you too Mikey. NOW LETS ORDER PIZZA” I screamed making him laugh at my craziness.

I guess you could consider this my contribution to Inktober? Though I would be super behind if this was official. I’ve just been sort of on a halt with painting so I decided to whip out my pencils and ink and try my hand at a little something.

I was listening to the Gorillaz earlier and it took me back. Like WAY back. If you knew me in middle school, you knew that that band was my life. Seriously. I couldn’t get enough. And 2-D was always my favorite!

Done with mechanical pencil and a black Faber-Castell PITT artist pen in my sketchbook.

I recorded a speedpaint earlier of a CG sketch, which took way longer than it should have, and THEN I SHAT OUT THIS LITTLE DOODLE IN LIKE 15 MINUTES AND I LIKE IT SO  MUCH BETTER 


I feel like I’m stuck in that OH FUCK moment when you knock over a glass and you see it falling to the ground where it will break into hundreds of pieces. You try to catch it, but it never quite works out, does it?

(Except that that ‘glass’ is my life and I’ve been trying for so long to catch it/myself before it/I hit the ground, yet all of my attempts seem to be nothing but futile. The ground is getting closer.)

Car Accident

Originally posted by calumxhoood

“Why are you being such a bitch about this?” Michael yelled at you, leaning back on the fireplace, his forehead drenched in sweat after coming home to get ready for a party after rehearsal. “It’s just one fucking girl, it’s not like I’m engaged to her or anything”

You threw your hands up, before quickly catching your crutches after stumbling slightly, your leg raised in a knee cast. “Why can’t you just go alone? Why do you have to go with the first model with fake tits that you see?” You screamed back, your eyes full of anger.

He scoffed. “Me and Cherie are just friends! I can’t go alone and you can’t fucking go Y/N! Grow up, you’re not five!”

“Just say that your fiance got in a fucking car accident and can’t fucking go!” MIchael attempted to cut you off, but you beat him to it. “Look, I’m sorry that you’d have to sacrifice one fucking day without girls hanging off of you because you’re unfortunately tied down by a relationship, but you shouldn’t have to fucking bring someone else!”

“That’s bullshit!” He said, eyes fuming with anger, and you shifted furiously, the cast on your right arm itching and making everything at that moment worse. “That’s absolute fucking bullshit! Of course I’m not not going with someone because I don’t want to be ‘tied down’ with you! I fucking proposed to you didn’t I?” He rolled his eyes and you mock mouthed the words that he had just said. “I’m just going so I don’t have to be the guy who shows up without a date- which it’s not! Since when have you been such an uptight bitch!”

“Just go al-” You cut yourself off and threw a hand up again. “Forget it Clifford. Go with the fucking supermodel. If you fuck her, make sure that you clean it all up before you get home.”

“What the fu- Y/N!” MIchael called after you, but you had already adjusted your crutches and had started hobbling off down the hall towards the staircase that lead to the bedroom, fuming. “Y/N You’re not supposed to be going up s-” You responded by flipping him off and focusing all your attention on getting up the stairs, something you were definitely not supposed to do after only a terrible car crash that had ended up killing three people only and week and a half ago. You were still waking up every night with nightmares, and having hot flashes during the day.

You lifted your better leg that still wasn’t super great {burns all across the thighs} so that you could propel your broken knee to the next step, and continued the pattern. It was going pretty well for three or four steps before you could feel yourself slipping, and as stubborn as you were, you didn’t quit going. A scream ripped through the house as your foot missed the step and you fell backwards, your hip falling behind you and you groaned as you felt it twist, only to hit two strong arms catching you and forcing you to hold yourself up. Tears clouded your eyes and you focused your hearing on the heavy breathing of the two of you, instead of the visions and memories of the crash that had started to fight into view. You felt yourself being lifted up, and heard your crutches get thrown off the banister, lips being pressed to your forehead. “Shit, Y/N,” MIchael breathed, his lips right next to your ear. “Shit, please don’t do that again.”

You were being carried up the stairs, being carried bridal style until you were set down on the bed, Michael tugging at your shorts until they were off and setting the covers over you, a small kiss placed on your forehead, his breath still breathing heavy. “What hurts baby?”

Your eyes stayed closed, and you gasped slightly. “My hip,” You paused. “My knee.” The breathing stopped and your head footsteps, before feeling something cold on both those areas, and Michael’s hand running through your hair. You blinked away tears, getting glimpses of a worried Michael and you kept blinking until tears ran freely down your face and then you were crying and couldn’t stop. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry,” You repeated over and over again, you throat getting tight. “Go to the party with Cherrie, she’s really nice an-” You cut yourself off again with a sob. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me, I just keep- If-” You struggled to get out the words.

Arms wrapped around you and you felt Michael’s stubble on your neck, muttering soothing words until you had calmed down enough. “It’s okay baby. Everything’s okay. It’s just the accident speaking, it’s okay,” You shook your head and the two of you laid there for almost an hour until both of you could be calm, just sitting there in science. “Baby, I’m sorry for pushing you. I shouldn’t have yelled at you.” HE pressed another kiss to your cheek. 

“I’m sorry. You have fun. You have fun at your party and with Cherrie and I’m sorry,” YOu nuzzled your head into his chest. “God if I were you I’d just break up with me.”

Upon hearing your words, Michael put a finger under your chin and brought your head up to face him. “Y/N. I will never want to break up with you. That’s kinda why I got this shit,” He made a face and pointed to the ring on his finger. “You’ve been through so much in the past week, shit Y/N, if I was you I would have been bossing me around way earlier.” HE took in a shaky breath and smiled weakly. “The day you got into the accident if going to forever be the worst day of my life. I Can’t imagine what you saw or how you felt. God, I don’t even know where I’m going with this. Fuck, you’re super pretty and hot and I love you very much, kay?”

You laugh softly despite yourself. “Kay.” A deep breath in. “MIchael you have to go get re- Mikey what are you doing?”

“Scooch.” He said simply, moving you over slightly and nuzzling into you. “I’m not going.”


“Shut up,” He kissed your nose quickly. “Why would I go to a party when I could watch you try and go get water by yourself? Now are you going to cuddle back or do I have to do everything for myself?”

Not sure how I feel about this, but hey, at least I wrote something. That’s new. Send in requests, critism, anything you want loves :} -Carter anne