my eyes look so droopy though

Heaven only knows what goes on behind closed doors

A/N: OH WOW IT’S BEEN SO LONG HASN’T IT?? i’ve decided to write it in taron’s POV and I’m telling you this one here is gonna be full of sex. A tiny bit of fluff on the side, it’s hardly noticeable but it will still lead you to sex haha and it contains a slash smut, not going into details so prepare your bibles because it’s about to get dirty

Taron’s POV

Y/N has been acting immensely weird lately. I don’t understand why. She was so clingy the past days, demanding to come with me wherever I go like on sets, on my interviews, promotions or wherever I have to be. Not that I’m complaining though, but she never leaves my side and she’ll freak out everytime I leave her sight.

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A Little Goes a Long Way (Part 1)

I’m the worst, I know. I hope you can forgive me for my absence! Here’s a request from @bendingovervirginia where Reid is sick and Reader takes care of him. Also, yes, there will be a Part 2 and it might not take too long lol.

“Reid. Go. Home.“ 

(Y/N) was infuriated. Her coworker had been coughing and feeling queasy for the last three days, but he was still adamant about going to work. Sat in front of her, a red-nosed and sick Spencer kept trying to focus on his paperwork but was blinking slowly due to the drowsiness of the medicine he took and was having a hard time concentrating on anything. 

“I will,” he said. (Y/N) laughed at his funny voice due to his sickness. The doctor frowned. “But only when everyone does. I’m fine.” The woman sat at the desk next to his rolled her eyes at his stubbornness. 

“You’re such… Fine! But I’m taking you home after work, ok?,” she spat, annoyed at his stubborness. (Y/N) sighed, nervously. She did not anticipate that. She had planned her whole night, which included Netflix, popcorn and a ton of ice cream. It did not include, however, a sick coworker that she definitely had to take care of now. Spencer just nodded, too high on his meds to say anything. 

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Who Am I? Part 8

Summary:  A conversation, some information

Warnings:  A/B/O None (This is a bit of an explanatory chapter)  More smut to come 

Tags: @divadinag @ariwolff14 @mrssgtjamesbuckybarnes @marauderice @el-bucky @kellyn1604 @negan–is–god @theariel85

A/N:  I’m going to alternate between this one and Negan’s Pet, so the updates for this might slow a little (sorry or yay!  depending on which story you like more)

               James’ clothes hung off of you.  There was a full length mirror in the closet and you twisted to your side.  It seemed like the shape of your body was changing, but it was hard to tell in men’s clothing.  You didn’t have many personal belongings, almost all of your clothing was black, loose, non-descript, never wanting anyone to notice it or you.  While the items themselves were not important you would like some clothes that actually fit.  

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sober; jongin

Originally posted by jonginization

08. companion

jongin x reader

word count: 1.4k of fluffy angst

“part 2″

You clock out of the nightclub at midnight There are patrons scattered about the dimly lighted place, but otherwise it’s more of a slow night. The three men that you had been serving sat at the bar, more or less gone from the amount of alcohol you’ve poured them. There’s a group of men seated in one of the booths, seemingly in a serious conversation. You think it might have something to do with the two older women that sits across the room, if their methodical system of taking turn in glancing at them was anything to go by.

“Better leave now, Red, before I make you stay the night with me,” Jaehyung threatens while buffing a tumbler glass.

Jaehyung and you rotate shifts, and tonight he’s on from now to closing at five. Most of the time, you work the first shift, opening at six and leaving at twelve. Your boss is more considerate than he looks, and he tries to make it a point to let you out before late– well, despite it being midnight, but it was a nightclub afterall.

“Yeah, not a chance, Jae. I have a paper to write, so unless you want to write it for me,” you trail off, prompting him to bite the bait. But he doesn’t, not when he has an acrimony towards education.

“Get out of here, you.”

You laugh. “Thanks for switching shifts with me. See you.”

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mark lee - hug u

this is my first ever scenario on here. pretty much just doing this for fun i guess. this is based off of wjsn - hug u i recommend listening to it either while or before reading. you can listen after even, it’s a good song and it’s cute so to get the full affect, turn it on and listen :)

[lyrics are in italics]

Originally posted by nctmark

what happened?                                                                                                why do you look serious?                                                                                  hey, who bothered you today                                                                                 if you’re having a hard time you can talk to me

As soon as I walk in I can see it on his face. he’s stressed. or angry. or sad. Maybe all three? It’s getting hard to tell the difference these days, he’s been like this a lot recently.

“Hey, you ok?” I ask as I sit down next to him. “You look so serious, did something happen?” Mark shakes his head slightly, not looking away from the spot on the floor in front of him that has had his attention since before I walked in probably.

I put my hand on his back and I rub it softly, “Come on, Mark. I know something is up. Who bothered you today? Want me to straighten them out?” I say in a sad attempt to make him laugh, nudging him with a giggle. He still doesn’t crack the slightest smile. My heart almost breaks at the sight. I hate seeing him like this.

what to do?                                                                                                             I get sad whenever you’re like that                                                                  don’t worry if you’re feeling down                                                                   you’ll be fine

I’m usually good with stuff like this, with other people of course. My friends, my family. but never Mark. I don’t know what to do. Seeing him like this makes me sad.

“Mark please say something, it’s killing me to see you like this again. What ever you’re going though, I’m sure it’ll turn around. You’ll be fine.” I practically beg him with brows furrowed and eyes wide open, yet droopy. A genuine face of dismay.

He finally turned to me, studying my face. He smiled ever so softly. “I’m ok. I’m just-” he took a breath in looking away once again, looking back at me after a short few seconds. “I’m tired, I’m stressed. I’m angry at myself. I’m pushing myself to do all this right, but I’m just not satisfied with anything I’m doing. What’s the point of doing anything and putting it out there for everyone else if I don’t even think it’s good?” It’s his turn to have furrowed brows and big droopy eyes. He closes his eyes and shakes his head before setting in on his hands. “I’m sorry, I don’t-” He started before I cut him off.

you saw from TV that when someone’s depressed, you                                   give them a hug                                                                                                   it’s like a lie, it’s like a joke                                                                                   but in reality it’s like that                                                                                       so come here                                                                                                   don’t hold back                                                                                                  hug me tight                                                                                                       and feel better

I cut him off with a hug. That’s what you do when people are sad and vulnerable, right? “Don’t apologize.” I say backing out of the hug slightly, making him look up at me again, “Yes, you’re right. Why put something out that you don’t like? But Mark, you have to believe in yourself. Get out of your own head and look at things with a positive mindset. How can you make it better? Where do things need work? Don’t give up. You’ve got so many people who believe in you, especially me, so why can’t you believe in yourself. Have confidence. Don’t push yourself so hard all the time. Sometimes you need to sit back and take a breather, it helps. Don’t be so hard on yourself. Please?” I say looking him in the eyes with sincerity, trying to get him to trust and believe me. His droopy eyes are now replaced with eyes full of something I can’t put my finger on.

saddened heart, depressed night                                                                      why do you expect from others                                                                       when you can be here in my arms                                                                     and fall asleep without any thoughts

He doesn’t say anything, just hugs me again. His arms tightly around my body and his face in my neck. I wrap my arms gently around his shoulders and softly draw patterns on his back.

"Thanks (Y/N), really thank you.. and I’m sorry I always do this when you’re with me, and you always have to deal with me, I can’t help it” He says pulling away from the hug.

come here, come to me, smile

"There you go again, being hard on yourself. What am I gonna do with you?” I say jokingly trying to bring the mood up again, this makes him look down and actually smiled a genuine smile.

"I’m sorry, I’ll stop.” He laughs. “What would I do without you?” He smiles with his eyes twinkling while looking into mine. It’s my turn to look down and smile in embarrassment.

“You know, you’re really amazing Mark.” I finally look up at him, “Don’t ever forget that, okay?” I finish.

"I won’t, I promise” He replies. 

I stick out my pinky asking, “Pinky promise?” making him laugh again, and link his with mine.

"Pinky promise.” He says, giggling.

After disclosing our promise, I yet again open my arms for him to hug me. and he yet again wraps himself around me, leaning back onto the couch getting comfortable.

He lets out a sigh of content, and smiles down at me. I return the favor and I secretly wish we could stay like this forever. Little did I know he was doing the same.

so come here                                                                                                   don’t hold back                                                                                                  hug me tight                                                                                                       and feel better.

anonymous asked:

I've never liked superhero stuff, esp DC comics, but... I love... your versions!!! Supes, Bats, and now WW, so cool. Like I actually care about this, there's so much personality and warmth, it's so good. Can you tell a little about how you developed their designs? Like what sorta looks were you thinking of? Because it's not something that ever would've occurred to me but it works so well! Thanks!!

omg thank YOU… i love.. talking.. about that kinda stuff!! and hold on lemme tell you. THIS GOT SUPER LONG SO I’M PUTTING IT UNDER A CUT BUT…. YEA…. . 

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I’ve felt like I’ve neglected poor Oromar, even though he’s still only a head! I think he came out looking really close to his character–not to mention that sculpt is stunningly accurate for him!
Eye scar, slight hooked nose, droopy elf ears, even the grimace, it’s beyond perfect. I’m so excited for his body and wig to come so I can finish him!!

Oromar is a GothicangelBJD Cain, sculpted by @myrretah
I did his Faceup :)) if you have any questions or comments, please don’t hesitate! I don’t bite!

Ring Pops and Dandelion Bouquets

Summary: Five-year-old Dan and Phil are dragged along to go wedding dress shopping with Dan’s aunt. After finding out what weddings are all about, Phil comes up with a cute little idea in that head of his. Why don’t he and Dan get married?

Warnings: None! This is pure fluff! 

Word count: 4, 353

A/N: I wrote this a while ago and posted it on some other sites and I thought I should post it here as well. Hope you like it!

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Simon’s 19th Birthday - Fic Project

Hospital AU

(lol you guys thought you would get fluff because of the birthday celebration. HA. Good luck.)

I held Baz’s cold hand as I stared at him. He lay in a hospital bed, completely still. He’d been in this hospital bed for over a month now and I was getting scared he would’t wake up, ever.

Baz got into this coma after a car accident he had. He had been alone is his car, on his way home, to me, away from his fucked up father. 

But he had never reached my front door. 

Thinking back to that day makes me feel sick. The feeling of being powerless in this whole situation still made me want to fucking vomit. 

I stared at Baz his face. His skin, once beautifully golden brown, now had a grey glow. I held his cold hand in mine and wished for him to wake up. The doctors hadn’t stopped telling me that, if he even woke up, there would be a high chance that he’d lost all his memory. 

I tried not to think about it. 

“I’ll leave you alone,” the nurse had said a few minutes ago. She’d left right away. Normally I didn’t care if the nurse stayed or gave me my privacy. All I did was sitting next to Baz’s hospital bed whilst holding onto his hand.

I never talked. I was no good with words, so what was the point anyway?

Today I was happy she had left me alone with Baz, though. Today, a special day, I thought it might be a good day to talk to Baz. But as I sat there with the clock ticking away, I kept quiet. 

Every time I opened my mouth a lump would form in my throat. 

I looked at Baz’s closed eyes and thought about how much I would do for them to just open again. I thought of mornings when he would look at me with those droopy but stormy eyes and whisper tender things in my ear. 

I missed his arms around me. I missed my arms around him. 

“Baz,” I whispered. That was all I seemed to be capable to say. His name. Him. He. Baz. 

I scooted closer to him so his face was in arm reach. I stoked his cheek and then his hair with my remaining hand. My other was still holding on tight to Baz’s hand. 

Just talk to him, I told myself.

“Baz,” I was whispering again, somehow afraid to speak too loudly. It almost felt like whispering to Baz when we would both be in bed, having him asleep in my arms. Only, then I wanted him to stay asleep, now I wanted him to wake up. 

“Baz, do you know know what day it is today?” I asked him. And felt stupid right away for even asking. It’s not like could fucking answer me.

I felt tears slipping down my cheeks. I told myself to get a grip and I kept whispering.

“It’s my birthday, Baz. I’m nineteen now. I’m older than–” I choked on my words. I was older than him now. I was nineteen, he was eighteen and it hit me that right now, I was older than he would maybe ever be. 

A few sobs escaped my mouth. “Baz it’s my birthday and it would be a fucking nice present if you would just wake the fuck up.” 

I made myself let go of his hand, because I was gripping it too hard. 

“I love you,” I said so incredibly soft that I wonder if I even said it or if it was just me shaping the words with my mouth. “I love you and I miss you.”

I broke down sobbing within half a second after saying that. I felt the same panic I had felt that night when the phone call came from the hospital to tell me where Baz was. 

I felt my whole insides clench together. I bent over and sobbed into Baz’s chest. “Don’t leave me,” was all I could say. 

But I knew he had already left.


That night when I came back from the hospital Penny was waiting for me at my home. 

“Happy birthday,” she told me as I stood in front of her. I tried to smile at her and tell her thank you, but I felt the corners of my mouth twitching and then my jaw was trembling. 

A moment later Penny was holding me whilst I cried. 

“I’m not ready to lose Baz,” I told her in a broken voice.

“Your not going to,” she promised, but it was an empty promise because there was no way to know if Baz would wake up and recognize me. 

“I feel like I’ve already lost him.”

“You haven’t.”

“I think I have.”

“Simon,” she whispered my name and I could hear pain in her voice. She was just barely keeping it together herself. 

Later that night Penny and I were watching Doctor Who and eating birthday cake. I had never felt this terrible on my birthday. I felt sorry for Penny when the thought occurred to me that I had never felt this alone on my birthday. 

Penny was about to doze off on my shoulder as my phone started to ring. I grabbed it and stared at the number. I knew it was the hospital. I knew it was about Baz.

I panicked and felt tears on my cheeks again. Baz was dead. I just knew it. I didn’t want to hear the doctor clarify it.

“Penny you need to answer the phone for me,” I told her as I shoved my phone into her hands.

“Hello?” She asked, half asleep, as she put the phone to her ear. 

“Yes, Simon is next to me, but he asked me to answer.” 

Penny was listening intensely to what the doctor on the other end of the phone call had to say until her eyes widened.  “He’s awake?” She whispered and for a moment I wasn’t sure if I had heard her right, but then she said it again. Not a question this time.

“He’s awake!”

Without understanding what my body was doing I was on my way out of the door. I wasn’t thinking straight, if I wasn’t thinking at all. 

Baz was awake. Baz was awake. Baz was awake. 

Somehow I ended up at the hospital, my cheeks wet. I ran past security and everyone who was trying to hold me back. 

I probably wasn’t allowed to do this, but Baz was awake and I really couldn’t care about anything else. 

I had been here so many times now that I knew the way to Baz’s room just fine. As I reached the room the door was open and nurses were busy inside. They were probably still running checks-ups on Baz. 


I wanted to run towards him but I froze before I could.

He might not remember you.

I took a deep breath and told myself it wouldn’t matter. He was awake and alive and I would make him fall in love with me all over again if I had to. We could still be together. He was awake and alive.

He might be a different person now.

He would always be Baz.

With that thought I walked into the room. The nurses let me come closer and closer to Baz. One of them was talking to me, but no words made sense in my brain in that moment.

Baz looked weak but his eyes were open. His beautiful eyes.

As Baz his eyes locked on mine his looked tired and confused. I felt my heart sink into my shoes. He didn’t notice me; didn’t remember me. 

My vision started to blur with tears and then for the first since I had walked into this room a word hit me and made sense in my head.

“Simon?” Baz whispered. 

I felt the corners of my mouth go up and my heart raced in my chest. I started to laugh and cry at the same time. 

“You remember me,” I said.

“Yes,” Baz whispered, smiling. “Of course.”

At that I launched myself at him and embraced him, for a moment forgetting how weak he was. 

“Baz,” I sobbed and I hugged him close to me. His smell was faint and his arms around me were just barely holding me, but it was him. I hadn’t lost him. 

“I love you, Baz. I love you so fucking much,” I said kissing him all over his face. 

He smiled and told me, “I love you, too, love. I’m so sorry about this all.”

“Don’t you even dare feeling sorry. I have you. I have you back. This is the fucking greatest birthday present of my life. I love you. Don’t feel sorry,” I rambled as I held onto him. 

“It’s your birthday?” he asked and for some reason it made me laugh.

“Yes, it is.”

“Happy birthday.”


“I love you.”

“So fucking much.”

Accident - Ashton

Rating: NC-14

Word Count: 1.7k

Content: idk


I feel like you don’t love me anymore.

Her voice was fragile and weak when she said this, playing with her seat belt and avoiding eye contact. I could only say so much in a short car ride to her home, but when she stopped in the middle of making love and turned her back to me, I could hear her shaky breaths and a small whimper escape her pouty lips. She was devastated for a reason I could not pinpoint. My arm draped around her naked torso was no help either because she played with my fingers for only 5 seconds before letting go, “Take me home.”

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anonymous asked:

Teething baby chewing on Harry's fingers OH GOD maybe he's watching TV with the baby on top of him and then you walk in and saw the baby chewing on his fingers and looking peaceful,and you're like: "HOW? I've been trying the whole day to make him feels good" I need to go out to take a fresh air bc I can't even breath right now,bye


LOOK! At what you have brought to me. 

(But wait, OKAY, let’s think about him looking really, really soft and cozy while this is happening. Hair in a bun (because reasons) and a little frizzy, and peacefully droopy eyes even though the ends of his fingers are COVERED in spit and are a little red from the gentle gnawing. And sometimes he winces a bit, but he’s perfectly at ease letting his kid use his hands like this. THIS IS WHAT POPPED INTO MY HEAD IMMEDIATELY AND THAT’S WHY IT HURT ME SO MUCH! Along with soft cooing in his deep voice that he brings up just a little higher cause he’s talking to a baby SEND HELP.)


Translation of the info page about Sousuke, from Push! Magazine. Previous translations are here and here.

Translation entirely by Bianca

Yamazaki Sousuke
A new character appears in Samezuka’s swim club!

The new character appears in the original novel – he’s Rin’s best friend from elementary school. How will Sousuke, who the young Rin says “understands me the most,” be drawn in the anime?

Ask the director!:
He appeared in the Original Novel “High Speed!” as Rin’s best friend before transferring to Iwatobi Elementary. While his fundaments characteristics have been carried over from the original, there are also parts that have been changed to fit the anime’s story.

When we were having Sousuke’s character designed, even though I had a pretty clear image in my head,  once I conveyed it to Nishiya, a Sousuke just as marvelous as I’d imaged – no, even more! – arose. We can’t present it yet, but he will have a marine animal motif.
His relationship with Rin will be a highlight. We’re drawing a relationship different from that of Haruka and Makoto, a two-person dynamic unique to Rin and Sousuke. Their past will be coming out, so I think you will enjoy that.

Looks check: Droopy eyes and raised eyebrows are Sousuke’s main characteristics He gives the impression of having a big attitude and a bossy personality, but what might he really be like?

Body check: He has a built upper body and a manly inverted triangle silhouette. He’s even taller than Makoto!