how about whatever it takes

2

why don’t we call it a day and we can both confess 
you can force me to use a little tenderness
white lies, alibis, anything but say that it’s true
we could sit like lovers staring in each other’s eyes
but the magic of the moment might become too much for you

happy valentine’s (valentron’s?) everybawdy

(edit: added close up of their faces;;)

anonymous asked:

How about some angst where Lance takes a bullet (or whatever space equivalent) for Keith and ends up in the healing pod? Keith might (maybe) sleep outside the pod until he comes out?

Here’s Lance taking that space bullet

( I didn’t draw part 2 because I actually drew something exactly like what you requested so this is the before image which i’m linking here LOL gotta get that plug in)

Louder {Calum Hood Smut}

PAIRING: Calum/Y/N
RATING: R
WORD COUNT: 5000+
REQUESTED: Nope :)

Hope you like this! Sorry if it’s a bit shorter than the others!

~*~

“Admit it mate,” Michael scoffed, “You’re just no good in the sack.”

Calum took another swig of his beer, propping his feet up on Luke’s coffee table, leaning back on the couch and giving his friend a hard glare. Michael could insult whatever he wanted about Calum–it was how their relationship worked–except his ability to pleasure his longtime girlfriend.

“I’m great in the sack,” Calum protested, staring his blue-haired friend down. Luke cleared his throat uncomfortably from beside Calum, “Guys, are you seriously debating this?”

Michael went on as though he hadn’t heard the blonde boy, “Whenever Ashton and Eve are on tour with us, you can hear them banging in the hotel room three doors down. And yet I’ve never heard Y/N make a single noise.”

“Hey!” Ashton yelled from where he sat at his drum kit, adjusting the positioning of his cymbals, “Don’t get my girlfriend involved in this! We’re not that loud.”

“Yeah you are,” Cal scoffed, leaning his head back on the couch, “Look, just cause you haven’t heard my girlfriend doesn’t mean I’m shit in bed.”

Michael snorted, “It kind of does. Just saying.”

Calum rolled his brown eyes, forcing himself to disregard whatever Michael said. He was just jealous that Calum had a gorgeous girlfriend to fuck him on a daily basis, whereas Michael only had his hand.

“So,” Luke snapped Calum out of his thoughts, “For the cottage, I was thinking we head up the first week of August. You guys cool with that?”

There were murmured agreements in response, and just like that, the topic switched. But while Calum tried as hard as he could to listen to his mates talk about the swimming, parasailing and hiking, his mind reeled.

He was going to prove Michael wrong.

~*~

Calum unlocked the front door to his shared apartment a few hours later, traipsing inside. Immediately, the smell of lasagna invaded his nostrils, and he breathed in, smiling faintly.

As he neared the kitchen, a faint humming sound could be heard, and his smile only grew wider. He stood in the doorway silently, studying his beautiful girlfriend.

Her hair had been tossed up into a messy bun, a few strands falling out and framing her face perfectly. She wore a coal black pencil skirt–the one she knew drove him crazy–and a light blue blouse, which had been untucked from the waistband and now fell free of the confinement. She’d scrubbed her makeup off, and she gleamed, radiating beauty. Calum was suddenly overcome with adoration.

In front of her was a plate with enough lasagna for two. She was sprinkling a few basil leaves onto the creation, wanting to make it presentable. She was such a perfectionist.

He walked up to her slowly, not wanting to make any noise. Then, without warning, he wrapped his arms around her waist, feeling her jump. She gasped, “Calum Thomas, you scared the shit out of me!”

“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” Calum said, smiling lightly and nuzzling his face into the back of her neck. He kissed the beginning of her spine as she relaxed into his arms, brushing her hands free of any leftover basil spice.

“I made lasagna,” she announced quietly as Calum’s fingers played with the white buttons of her blue blouse. He hummed appreciatively, his fingers moving so that he was now running them up and down her sides daintily. She suppressed a shudder.

“Stop,” she whispered, turning around in her boyfriend’s grip. She wrapped her arms around his neck, “How was Luke’s?”

Calum shrugged, making a face, remembering Michael’s taunting, “Same old. I’m just glad to be back here–,” on cue, his hand slipped down her body and gave her backside a firm squeeze, making her jump, “–with you.”

He grinned cheekily at her and she just rolled her eyes, blowing some hair off of her forehead. She leaned in, pressing a curt kiss to Calum’s full lips, before turning back around and reaching for the tray of lasagna.

She wriggled out of his grasp–much to his dismay–and walked over to the table, setting the meal down and retrieving cutlery from the drawers of the kitchen. Calum sighed dramatically before opening the cupboard to his right and pulling out two glasses, handing them to her. He then opened the refrigerator and grabbed a bottle of ginger ale.

“Any news on the cottage?” Y/N asked, pulling out her chair and sitting down. Calum tried to pry his eyes away from the perfect curve of her ass as he walked over, setting the bottle of ginger ale down and slipping into his own seat.

He’d been with Y/N for three years, six months, and eighteen days–not that he kept track. Even before they’d begun dating, Calum had loved her since he was sixteen years old–and now here he was, at twenty-five, touring the world and sleeping beside the most beautiful girl on the planet almost every night. Y/N was studying at university to become a teacher, maybe even a professor, and Calum couldn’t have been prouder.

“Yeah,” Cal replied, holding out his plate as she sliced a piece of lasagna, giving it to him. He cut a small piece before putting it in his mouth and swallowing quickly, “First week of August, I think. Will you be able to go?”

Y/N stopped chewing her own slice. Pausing and thinking for a moment, she replied, “Two weeks. Yeah, summer classes end next week. I’m good.”

Calum smiled widely at her before biting into his lasagna again and humming, his eyes rolling into the back of his head, “Fuck, I love your cooking.”

His girlfriend giggled and pouted playfully, “I knew that was why you’re with me.”

“For sure,” Calum replied, swallowing heavily and taking a sip of his drink, “Not because I’m totally in love with you, or anything like that.”

“Shut up, Thomas,” Y/N rolled her eyes, trying to pass off her embarrassment and hopefully avert Calum’s attention away from her blossoming blush. She drummed her fingers on the table, triggering dirty thoughts in Calum’s mind of what exactly he’d do to her on the table–and what he’d done before.

He shook his head free of those thoughts as Y/N’s eyes lit up suddenly, “I forgot to tell you. Hoskins returned our assignments today, and I got a ninety-three!”

“Are you serious?” Calum almost choked on his food. His girlfriend nodded excitedly, a small squeak slipping out. Covering his mouth and coughing a bit, Calum finally regained his composure, sputtering hoarsely, “That’s amazing sweetheart. I’m really proud of you.”

“Thank you,” Y/N tucked a fallen wisp of hair behind her ear and gazed at him with bright eyes.

Maybe it was the way her eyes widened, the mischievous glimmer within them. Maybe it was that fucking pencil skirt and the blouse that had somehow come undone at the very top, exposing a small amount of cleavage. Hell, maybe it was the lasagna.

But Calum was suddenly pushing his chair back, hearing it echo out a loud screech. Y/N looked up at him in confusion and opened her mouth, a mere rush of air escaping her before Calum was beside her, tugging her up.

“What are–?”

His lips were on hers, swallowing her sentence. She let out a sigh into his mouth, her hands coming to rest on his shoulders. Calum quickly reached for the buttons on her top, undoing them hastily and cursing when he was unable to get the last one. In his rush, he simply ripped it.

“Cal!” His girlfriend scolded him, but he shut her up again with another longing kiss. After a few second, he pulled back, resting his forehead against hers, “I fucking love you.”

And before she could respond, he picked her up and brought her into the bedroom to show her how much of it he really meant.

~*~

“How could you have not enjoyed that?” Ashton looked at his girlfriend as though she had just stolen all of his Vegemite. In response, Eve just giggled, shoving her boyfriend playfully as the group of six walked along the dusty path back to their cottage.

“I didn’t like it either,” Michael chimed in, his arms crossed and a scowl on his face. He’d been ecstatic when he’d walked into the cottage, only to find a PS4 and a flat screen television mounted on the wall.

But Ashton had dragged him off onto a nature walk along with the rest of the group. Calum hadn’t minded, even though he was a bit tired from the long drive to the cottage.

“Ash, baby, not everyone likes hiking,” Eve explained gently. She winced and leaned down, scratching at her left thigh, “I think I got, like, seventeen mosquito bites.”

“I’m sorry,” Ashton pulled Eve in by her arm and planted a kiss on her forehead. Luke, Michael and Calum all pretended to dry-heave onto the path.

“Oh, stop it,” Calum’s actions merited a swat on the arm from Y/N. She was watching Ash and Eve with a fond expression on her face, seeming almost longing. Calum grabbed her hand and brought it to his lips, planting a short kiss on her palm.

“Not you too!” Luke cried. In a childish manner, he ran past the rest of the group down the trail, where the cottage stood in plain view. Halfway there, he tripped on a rock and stumbled, causing everyone to laugh.

“Awkward turtle,” Y/N grinned before taking off, catching up to Luke and helping him stand, smiling up at him once he did so. Calum wasn’t even jealous.

All he could do was stare at his gorgeous girl. The way her denim shorts hugged her ass perfectly, how her striped yellow and white tank top showed just the right amount of chest. She wore black Nike running shoes, and a camera hung from her neck, filled with photos of Ashton and the scenery.

He’d insisted on taking a photo with practically every tree in the forest.

The sun was setting by the time the group reached the moderately sized cottage. There were three bedrooms–one for Eve and Ashton, for Michael and Luke, and one for Calum and Y/N. The cottage stood facing a lake with a dock, which they hadn’t had the pleasure of exploring yet, but they would definitely take this into account tomorrow.

“Movie?” Michael yelled as soon as he walked through the door. Everyone agreed except for Ashton and Eve, who claimed that they were going to hit the sack earlier. Calum just smirked, knowing the actual reason why.

Eve was a nice girl. She had dirty blonde hair and grey eyes, along with a shower of freckles decorating her face. She was almost as tall as Ashton, and was much more of an introvert than her boyfriend.

But fuck, was she ever loud.

“I’m going to change,” Y/N announced quickly before sauntering up the steps of the cottage.

Calum watched her hips sway as she climbed, subconsciously licking his lips. He only snapped out of it when Luke snickered and shoved him forcefully.

“What movie should we watch?” Michael questioned, already crouching down to retrieve the remote from the arm of one of the black leather sofas in the living room. The room had hardwood flooring, a fireplace, and was decorated with pictures of Luke’s family from previous years of venturing up north to the lake.

“What about–?” Luke began, but Calum cut him off quickly.

“We aren’t watching Mean Girls, Lucas.”

“Why the fuck not?” Luke whined, crossing his arms and flopping down onto the couch. He grabbed a lacy decorative pillow and hugged it to his chest, pouting.

“Shut up Luke,” Michael said indifferently, as though the phrase had grown to become a reflex. Luke scoffed and simply watched the television with interest as Michael began scrolling along Netflix.

“What’s taking Y/N so long?” Calum muttered aloud accidentally.

His thoughts had strayed to the beautiful piece of ass who was probably half-naked just upstairs, a short distance away from him. The mere thought of his girlfriend in underwear send a rush of heat through Calum, and he turned around, subtly trying to conceal his growing erection, “I’ll be right back.”

Luke giggled, “Use protection!” He called out as Calum began climbing the stairs.

When he was halfway up the flight, Calum heard Michael tease, “What for? Y/N’s so quiet you wouldn’t even know they were fucking!”

This made Calum freeze and clench his fists. He had half a mind to storm back downstairs and punch Michael, but then he decided that he would use this as motivation–it spurred him on.

Y/N gasped when Calum opened the door, seeming afraid that it would be someone else. When she saw her boyfriend enter, she relaxed, dropping the tank top she had clutched to her chest a moment before.

“Jesus,” she breathed, “You’ve got to stop doing that.”

“Sorry darling,” Calum chuckled sheepishly before crossing his arms over his body and pulling his shirt off swiftly. Right before the fabric obscured his eyes, he could see his girlfriend bite down on his lip, eyeing his torso briefly. He smirked to himself.

“Everything okay?” He asked, dropping his shirt to the floor and walking over to Y/N. She nodded. She wore a pain of tight black shorts that reached just below her ass, and her plain black bra was the only thing adorning her upper half. Her hair had been braided loosely, a few strands already falling out.

Calum wrapped his arms around her stomach and placed a chaste kiss on her shoulder. She fiddled with the top in her hands.

“You sure?” He asked, “You seem stressed.”

“I’m not stressed,“ Y/N sighed, “Okay, I’m a bit worried. Just–just about classes starting up again.”

Calum sponged a trail of kisses up her neck, shocked at his girlfriend’s words, “What? Sweetheart, you just began your break.”

“I know,” Y/N said, defeated, “And that’s what sucks. What if I don’t do well Cal? I want to teach, I want to be successful. What if I fuck it up?”

“You’re being so irrational right now,” Calum said sternly. He spun her around, placing his hands on her shoulders and looking down at her, “You’re stressed, and you don’t have to be. You only have–what?–one year left? You won’t fuck anything up, because you want this. And what you want, you get, remember? It worked with me.”

He added the last bit cheekily, referring to how she had pursued him and not the other way around. She’d been confident, even being the one to ask him out. And now Calum couldn’t get enough of the goddess standing in front of him.

Y/N cracked a smile and wrapped her arms around Calum. When their bare skin met, Calum suppressed a shiver. He pressed a soft kiss to the crown of his girlfriend’s head, his hand dipping lower on her back slowly.

“What do you say I lessen some of this stress?” He murmured, smirking. She pulled back, looking up at him with wide eyes.

“Now? Calum!”

“What?” He grinned, his fingers finally finding her ass and kneading it roughly, just how she liked. She leaned into him subconsciously as he continued, “Come on darling. Just let me make you feel good.”

“Calum…” She warned. She looked up at him, and he stuck out his bottom lip in the pout that he knew drove her crazy. She rolled her eyes and let out an exasperated sigh, her hands coming up to wrap around his neck and pull his lips down to hers.

“Fuck,” Cal groaned, “I love your lips.”

Y/N giggled lightly, pulling back just a it, her lips still brushing his as she breathed, “We have to be quiet.”

Calum let out a growl, knowing that being quiet was the opposite of what he wanted her to do. He was going to make her scream, make Michael hear it, make his bandmates never question his skills in bed again.

“Sure,” he smirked, “Whatever you say.” His intentions were a stark opposite to what she asked. It took a lot to make his girl vocal, but Calum had never been a quitter.

With that, he connected their lips again. Calum’s hands ran down the expanse of Y/N’s bare back, finally coming to rest on her ass and squeezing gently, making her sigh and lean into him. Their lips fought for dominance, Calum’s winning…as they always did.

He picked Y/N up and brought her to the bed, dropping her on it and causing her to let out a small laugh. Calum smiled at the sound, completely in love with the half-naked girl.

“God, I adore you,” Calum sighed, climbing on top of her. She smiled and tangled her fingers in his raven hair, kissing him again. His hands swept up and down her body as she subtly ground her hips up against his. He pulled back, cocking an eyebrow.

“For someone who was so against the idea a few minutes ago,” he teased, “You sure are into this.”

“Shut up, Thomas,” Y/N just rolled her eyes, bringing his mouth back to hers. She parted her lips, letting her boyfriend’s tongue slip inside. For the next few minutes, they made out, slight grinds and swivels of hips being the only alteration to the pattern.

Calum prided himself on being able to kiss her for five minutes before letting his hands wander. In fact, it was a miracle that he could go thirty seconds. He loved her body.

But once those five minutes were up, he was shot to hell. Unable to control himself, his hands slipped down her body, tugging frantically on her shorts, wanting them off.

She complied, helping him shimmy them down, leaving her in plain black panties. Calum looked down and cursed at the sight of her legs and thighs, wishing more than anything they were wrapped around his head.

“Fuck baby,” he sighed, and then he got an idea. His eyes lit up like a little boy on Christmas morning, and he grinned at her.

“Sit on my face.”

“W-what?” Y/N spluttered, taken aback at the command. Calum didn’t blame her; she’d only done it once before, and even then, it hadn’t been anything too extraordinary. Perhaps it was because that had been back in their early stages of dating, where things were still slightly awkward and new.

“Come on,” Cal coaxed, “It’ll feel good.”

She eyed him skeptically before eventually sighing, deciding that there was no use in arguing. Calum flipped them over, laying on his back, and Y/N shed her panties, inching her way up his body. Finally, her centre was situated right above Calum’s face.

“Such a pretty pink pussy,” he complimented, staring at her swollen clit and her slick lips. From where he lay, he saw her put her hands above his head and look down at him fearfully.

“Don’t worry,” he said softly, his arms winding around her thighs, “It’ll feel nice, trust me.”

With that, he dove in.

She was already shaking. Calum licked a stripe up her core, sucking briefly on her clit before repeating the action. She gasped lightly, but even then, it was almost inaudible. Calum wanted her to scream.

“Come on baby,” he murmured against her clit, sending vibrations up her body and making her shudder, “Louder.”

“Calum, they’re,” she gasped again as he sucked on her lips, collecting all of her arousal, “–they’re right downstairs.”

Calum smirked. He knew. And that was precisely why he wanted her to be louder. Instead of responding, he poked his tongue out, trailing it around her hole, teasing her by dipping it in, only to retract it just as quickly. Her right hand was gripping the headboard, the other buried in his hair as she bit her lip to stay quiet.

“Calum, please,” she whispered, grinding her body slightly down on his face. He dug his fingers into her thighs and she closed her eyes, trying to control herself.

Calum took the term “eating out” to an entirely new level. As soon as the words passed her lips, he was nipping at her clit and thrusting his tongue inside of her at a speedy pace. She gasped yet again, but this time, it was a bit louder, mixed in with a slight whine.

Calum smiled smugly. Baby steps.

“I’m going to come,” Y/N whimpered, squeezing her eyes shut. Calum could feel her body tensing above him. This only spurred him on. He made loud, obscene slurping sounds as his tongue delved inside on her and his teeth grazed against her bud.

All that could be heard was the sound of faint gasps and Calum sucking up her wetness. Her fingers raked along his scalp, nails digging in slightly as she gnawed on her lip, the pink skin turning white. Her knuckles matched in colour as she gripped the headboard tightly.

“Calum,” she breathed, her body slumping as she came.

Calum watched her intently. Her head hung, allowing him to see her face. Her eyes were closed lightly, and her mouth formed an ‘o’ as her climax rocked her body. God, she was beautiful when she came.

But Calum still wasn’t satisfied. Because she wasn’t convulsing on top of him, she wasn’t moaning loudly, she wasn’t yelling out curses like he wanted her to.

So, he guessed, if you don’t succeed, try again.

Calum wrapped his arms around Y/N’s waist, flipping them over quickly. Her eyes were closed, still basking in the aftermath of her orgasm. Slowly, they opened, only to meet Calum’s stony, hard ones.

“What was that?” He practically hissed, “I said ‘louder’, didn’t I?”

“What?” She said meekly, her eyes tired. His hand snaked down her body, finding her sensitive clit and rubbing harshly, her pussy wet with the fluids she had just released.

She cried out, arching her body into his as a reflex, and Calum grinned deviously. There. That was what he wanted. Now, if only he could get her to make that noise again.

“Calum,” she breathed, “What are you–what are you doing? I’m done.”

“Well I’m fucking not,” he growled, ducking his head to trail hot, open-mouthed kisses along her neck. He sucked on her collarbones, sure to leave marks afterwards.

“Up,” he barked, pushing himself off of her. Wearily, she sat up, and Calum’s arms wrapped around her torso, fingers undoing the clasp of her bra effortlessly. He gripped her waist, pulling her onto his lap.

“Let’s try this again,” he said sternly, “Louder.”

She whimpered in response, and he moved to the edge of the bed. There was a visible tent in his shorts, but he didn’t care. He wanted to let Michael know who was pleasuring her so well.

Calum positioned Y/N on his right thigh. She looked at him confusedly and opened her mouth, no doubt to ask him what he was doing. But she cut herself off with her own gasp as Calum began tapping his foot against the floor.

“Oh my God,” she breathed as she bounced. Calum could see the friction making her go crazy.

The denim of his shorts rubbed up against her oversensitive clit, making her jaw slacken and her eyes close. She was completely naked on top of him, and Calum fondled her breasts, providing more pleasure.

Her hands shot out, palms gripping onto his tan shoulders. Her head fell back as her body slowly became acquainted to the divine feeling, and Calum couldn’t help but to smirk at her.

“Feel good?” He breathed hotly in her ear, his thumbs tweaking her nipples. She nodded frantically, short, breathy gasps escaping her lips.

Calum growled in response, and a hard smack landed on her ass. She squealed and jumped forward, her eyes shooting open and staring at her boyfriend in shock.

“Then fucking show it,” he hissed. She sighed as his shorts kept rubbing against her clit, stimulating her. Calum snarled, “Louder.”

“Calum,” she whined, and he smiled in satisfaction. He could tell her second orgasm was approaching. Her eyebrows crept up her forehead and her body was stiffening. Calum’s foot continued its relentless tapping, bouncing her.

“Do you like that, baby?” He questioned, leaning in to bite on her shoulder lightly.

“Yes!” She cried out, her voice cracking slightly. Calum grabbed her hips once he felt her pace slow down, knowing she was close. He moved her forwards and backwards forcefully, the sensation becoming almost too much for her to handle. She moaned and let her forehead drop against his shoulder, her second climax taking over.

She shook in his arms and let small, breathy curses out every so often. “Calum, Calum,” she kept whimpering, and his heart swelled.

Once she had finished, he picked her up and laid her on the bed. There was a wet patch on his shorts, but he didn’t give a damn. Shedding his bottoms, he stepped out of them, also pulling off his boxers. He crawled onto the bed where his spent girlfriend lay, his fingers caressing her hip as he leaned down.

He took her bottom lip between his teeth and pulled back slightly, stretching it. Releasing it, he brushed his fingertips up her side, “One more time, baby.”

“C-Calum, I can’t,” she eked out. He chuckled, “You can. Face down, ass up. Come on.”

She didn’t move. For a moment, Calum feared that he had pushed her too far, but then she whimpered, turning onto her stomach slowly. She mounted to her knees, pushing her ass into the air. Calum smiled.

“Good girl,” he cooed, placing himself behind her and rubbing soft circles into her back. He leaned down, trailing his tongue down her spine and feeling her shiver.

“Last one, sweetheart,” he assured her, his hands massaging her cheeks, “Be as loud as you can.”

He positioned himself at her dripping pussy and pushed in with a grunt. She cried out at the contact, her core spent and sensitive from her two previous orgasms. He tight walls hugged him like a blanket, and she closed her eyes.

Finally, Cal thought. He groaned as she clenched around him, his member hard and completely sheathed within her. Slowly, he pulled back out, only to thrust back in with force.

“Calum!” She yelled, her fingers digging into the duvet, twisting it and squeezing, her knuckles whitening. Calum chuckled, continuing at the relentless pace.

“God, you feel amazing,” he growled, his hips beginning to piston in and out of her. He took a moment to pause, admiring the round globes of her ass and her back as he drove into her. The right side of her face was pressed against the mattress, her hair now completely free of any elastics. She was magnificent.

“I love you, darling,” Calum grunted, speeding up even further. He repeatedly sunk into her at an inhumane pace, the pleasure amounting to something that he only ever felt when he was with her.

His balls slapped against her skin with each thrust. Now, she was muttering curses and moaning out his name every time Calum rammed into her. He moaned loudly, matching her pitch.

“I love you, Calum,” she whimpered loudly, her fingers twitching. Her body tensed up and her sweet pussy clenched, squeezing his shaft like a lifeline. Calum cursed and continued on, determined to get her to her final high of the night.

“Come for me, sweetheart,” he ordered breathlessly.

She shot off into a pool of pleasure, Calum’s words tipping her off the edge. He watched her body as she came, how it shook and convulsed underneath him, how her hips shuddered under his fingertips. Her eyes squeezed shut.

“Calum, fuck!” She screamed. He was too caught up in pleasure to even acknowledge the fact that she’d finally screamed his name, too busy to be smug.

Because at that moment, her pussy locked down on his length, clenching and unclenching repeatedly. And Calum let go, releasing inside of her, her fluttering walls milking him for everything he was worth. He stiffened and a yell tore from his throat, shooting his load deep inside her warm passage.

And then he slumped on top of her. She was shuddering with the aftermath of her orgasm, small whimpers falling from her mouth. Calum wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close.

“’M sorry,” he murmured, “Did I go too far?”

She responded after a few seconds, “No. Was–was just unexpected, that’s all.”

“M-kay,” Calum sighed, nuzzling his face into her neck tiredly. Gingerly, she turned around, but she smiled sleepily at him, “We should do that more often.”

His eyes crinkled as he smiled, “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

She giggled softly before there was a knock at the door. “Who is it?” Calum called out, his voice slightly hoarse. Y/N buried her face into the crook of his neck.

“It’s Michael!” came a voice from behind the wood, “And I just wanted to say that you’re both disgusting! Oh, and Calum? I hate you!”

Y/N giggled and Calum chuckled lowly. Michaels footsteps faded away. Calum looked down at his wonderful girlfriend, smiling at how serene she appeared.

And then…

“We didn’t use a condom, did we?”

~*~

And that’s how Calum came to hold the most adorable little girl in his arms. She had dark, chestnut hair like his, his eyes, but her mother’s nose and smile. Her thumb was in her mouth as she slept.

Calum set her down in her little twin sized bed, dodging all of the toys that littered the floor. She was a spoiled little princess, but Calum wouldn’t have wanted her any other way. She was one of the two things he loved most in this world.

And then Calum snuck back out of her room and tiptoed down the hall. He pushed open the door to his bedroom, seeing the other thing he loved most curled up, her hair tied in a messy bun. She wore a tank top and pyjama shorts, and she was also fast asleep.

Calum eased into bed beside her, sighing as he wrapped an arm around her. He felt as though he could scale a mountain and scream at the top of his lungs, scream how grateful he was, how amazing his life had turned out.

Louder, and louder. Until his voice betrayed him. Until his throat was raw and his eyes were shiny with emotion.

Louder.

~*~

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anonymous asked:

Hello I love your art and love the new kiribaku kids. I did research on mako sharks and it said "The shortfin mako is on record as the fastest-swimming shark, capable of bursts of speed up to 18.8 metres per second (42 mph)." Its jaw is powerful enough to eat swordfish and sea turtles. And "Like other lamnid sharks, the shortfin mako shark has a heat-exchange circulatory system that allows the shark to be 7-10 °F warmer than the surrounding water. ". So I think mako would be an excellent hero

Never said she won’t be! As I’ve already explained tho the concept is that she’s young and most of he quirk-related abilities just haven’t developed yet - if she’d been living with her biological parents (which means, other people with a shark quirk) they would have already known what to expect from the quirk/she would have knows watching them, but as things stand she’s being raised by two people who’ve never known anyone else with that quirk, so they’re going at it completely blind. As far as Bakugou and Kirishima know her quirk’s abilities could stop at what she has now, but that doesn’t change that they’ll do their best to help her become the best hero of her generation, if that’s what she wants

Anon said: I can’t believe the KiriBaku kids are literally Sharkgirl and Lavaboy, it’s very cute. I also wanna say that Mako looks very much like one of the student from Ketsubutsu Academy, Nakagame Tatami, who has a “turtle quirk”. Could it be that Mako is Tatami’s biological kid and that when Tatami died (presumably from battle) Mako got adopted? Their quirks are a little similar (water-animal based), and hero’s kids usually have very strong quirks even from a young age. Just a theory, love the kids tho!

I know you didn’t mean anything bad by this and I love how into them you are (thank you for liking them!) but please never, ever tell an artist that their OCs are literally some other characters, that’s the worst thing any creator can ever be told. Like, while I don’t exactly mind it since I knew this would happen even before posting them (as I said, I do know they remind of them - even though Tai’s quirk isn’t only about heating things up - and I’m still of the opinion that Kiri and Baku are pretty damn similar to Sharkboy and Lavagirl themselves so kids inspired by them were bound to remind of them, when coming from me) you might in the future find someone who’ll take it bad enough that they’ll just trash the characters and never work with them ever again, which I’m sure you don’t want

Just, mind your words next time you send this sort of asks, okay?

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After the Beep

(Fanfic based on my headcanon here. Special thank you to @kirbychan234 for sitting in with me as I wrote my heart into a dumpster.)

He remembered the way Arthur’s feet shuffled, when he’d bothered Lewis by clearing his throat and shoving a phone into his face. He remembered Arthur’s tight “Here. It’ll work.” As he took the device from him, weighing the heavy phone in his hand, the thing too light to even register.

He remembered glaring at the back of Arthur’s head when he skittered off with his hands shoved deep in his pockets, thinking how disrespectful it was to interrupt someone and then immediately rush off without so much as an explanation.

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Puppy Love - Part 2

Pairing: neighbor!Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,371

Summary: The reader’s dog wanders off and she finds him hanging out inside of an Impala that belongs to her gorgeous new neighbor.

Part 1


“What do you do for work?” Dean asks before taking a big bite of his hot dog.

“I’m an event planner.” You say with a smile.

“That sounds fun.”

“What about you?” You wonder with a mouth full of corn on the cob. Real attractive.

“I’m a cop.”

No fucking way. You didn’t think he could get any hotter but now you’re picturing him in his uniform.

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Got7 reaction to you saving them from getting hit by a car

Anon asked Hi can you do a Got7 reaction to you saving them from getting hit by a car, thank you

I hope this is what you wanted 

Mark: He wasn’t paying attention when he was crossing the road and didn’t see the car coming. Lucky for him you saw and rushed to grab him to pull him out of the way. He almost had a heart attack when he saw the car racing passed where he was standing and realized he almost died. He turned to you stunned for a moment and taking in the fact you had saved him. After the shock wore off, he’ll pull you in for a tight hug and wouldn’t let go for a long time. It upset him that if the car hit him then you would have to see him laying on the ground hurt and he didn’t want you to see him like that ever. 

“Thank you babe. You saved my life. I hope you know I love you even more now.

Originally posted by ceohan

JB: Jaebum would have saw the car coming too late. He didn’t have enough time to move out of the away until you grabbed his arm and dragged him back to the sidewalk. Unlike Mark, he would be quicker to thank you and hug you tightly while spinning you around in the air. He would be so grateful you had pulled him away. It warmed his heart how scared you were to lose him and it made him realize how important he actually was to you. It made his love for you grow even more.

“I’m fine you don’t have to worry so much. Thank you though for saving me. Next time I’ll show you how manly I am by saving you.”

Originally posted by wangpxppy

Jackson: I hope your eardrums are ready for the screams that are going to be filling them. He would be on the verge of having a heart attack when he saw the car coming and you pulling him to safety. He would be screaming loudly throughout the whole thing. After he calmed down he would be profusely thanking you and covering your face with kisses. He would be a little upset that you had to be the one to save him and you had to witness him freaking out like that but he was still grateful for you taking care of him.

“Thank you sweetheart. How about I take you out and buy you whatever it is you want? (Ignore caption)

Originally posted by jypnior

Jinyoung: Even though he almost possibly died, he would be more concerned about you. He was constantly asking if you were okay and checking you over in case you were hurt somewhere. After he was done checking you and was 100% sure you were fine and not hurt, he would then pull you into a hug and give you a thank you kiss. He was grateful for having a girlfriend who would put herself at risk to save him. Of course he wouldn’t want this to be a everyday thing since he wanted to be the one protecting you but it was still a nice thought to have.

“I don’t ever want you to put yourself in that kind of situation again for me. I want to be the one to look after you. Thank you though princess.” 

Originally posted by wangmins

Youngjae: Another member who would probably burst you eardrums screaming. He wouldn’t even understand what was happening for a minute. He didn’t see the car and was startled by suddenly being grabbed and pulled away. Then he saw the car racing down the street and realized what happened. He would most likely freak out for a good amount of time while crushing you in a hug. The poor boy would be a little terrified knowing he most likely would have ended up in the hospital if that car had hit him. He took comfort in the fact that he was safe in your arms.

“Oh my god I amost died didn’t I? Thank you so much (Y/n) What did I do to deserve an angel like you?”

Originally posted by yjarssunshine

Bambam: He would also have seen the car too late and didn’t have time to move out of the way. For a moment he would be terrified of leaving all his loved ones behind if he died. He would be more scared for you though. Who was going to make you laugh, smile, take care of you, and love you when he was gone? He would then feel something tug on his arm and pull him back on the sidewalk. He would turn and be met with your horror-stricken eyes. He would pull you into his arms and give you a kiss ontop of your head. He would try to calm down both of your hearts and it’ll be a while before he let you go still worried about ever leaving you behind.

“I promise I’m okay. I’m never going to leave you alone. You’re stick with me forever baby.”

Originally posted by j-miki

Yugyeom: I feel that he would be the most disappointed that you had to save him. He’s the youngest in the group and is always being looked after by the other members. He promised himself when he started dating you that he was going to do whatever it takes to take care of you and make sure no harm ever came your way. But here he was being the one who needed to be saved. It would hurt his pride a little but he would get over it and thank you by peppering your face with little kisses.

“Thank you princess. I promise though I’ll do a better job of making sure stuff like this doesn’t happen. I am going to be the one to protect you.”

Originally posted by etherealjackson

I’m happy to see a lot of people are liking these reactions 😊 I hope you guys like this one ❤️Please continue to send in requests and like my writing 💕

(Request: could you write an imagine where the reader is quiet and doesn’t talk too much to everyone (she’s part of the family tho) but then someone’s bothering daryl so she stands up for him and they end together because they understand each other?)

Note: sorry this took me a little long to write, i hope you enjoy!
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Originally posted by onlydarylnormanfic

“Hey (Y/n), we’re having a get together tonight, you wanna join?” Sasha walked up to you as you were sharpening your knife on your porch, she was accompanied by the rest of the girls.

“I think I might just keep watch or something, I’m not really in the mood for that” you replied, offering them an apologetic smile and going back to your knife.

The girls looked at each other before sighing and walking away. You looked up and watched them get further away from you. As much as you tried to isolate yourself from the group, they always tried to bring you back in, and most of the time they succeeded, until someone died and you would push them away again. It was like an ongoing circle. Your mind wandered to Daryl, and how you isolated yourself from the group when he was taken by Negan. You had experienced the worst pain imaginable that night in the line-up, it got even worse when they took Daryl away. He was the only person in the group who properly understood you, and you understood him, that’s why you got along so well.  You were brought back to reality when you heard whistling in the distance. You quickly raised your head and felt your heart pound, it was Negan. You saw his silhouette through the gate and you stood up and ran over to it, followed by Rick.

“Let me in!” Negan tapped on the gate with Lucille and a shiver ran own your spine. You opened the creaky gate and you saw Negan, three big trucks filled with his men behind him.

“Well aren’t you a pretty thing” he smiled at you. You crossed your arms over your chest, not amused at his flirtatious comment.

“(Y/n), I got this” Rick said, pushing you behind him. You watched Negan’s men while Rick and him were conversing, your eyes skimmed over their faces until they landed on a familiar one. Your eyes nearly popped out of your head when you saw him, Daryl. You went to move forward but you stopped himself when you saw his beaten and bruised condition. Dwight was standing next to him, holding Daryl in place. The sight of him like that made your blood boil as you thought of all the terrible things they had done to him. You looked back to Daryl and noticed he was staring at you with sad eyes and your heart broke for him. You were so angry with the saviors that you hadn’t even realised they were walking into Alexandria.

“Search all the houses and take what you want!” Negan shouted to his men. “But only half” he reminded them.

You stepped back and watched as his men ran to the houses, they were in and out in a second and you looked at Rick for him to do something but he only shook his head you, reminding you that he wasn’t in charge anymore.

“Move!”

You looked to your left and saw Dwight pushing Daryl towards one of the trucks.

“Hey!” you shouted, finally having enough of staying quiet.

“He’s not a fucking animal” you said, walking over to both of them. Daryl looked at you shocked and Dwight looked confused.

“(Y/n)!” You heard Rick shouting behind you but you ignored his calls.

“That’s far enough” Dwight said, stepping in front of Daryl.

You both stood inches away from each other, and you could cut the tension with a knife. You felt the groups eyes on you now and you wondered if you should have stayed quiet, what if you got Daryl in more trouble?

“What’s going on out here?” Negan asked, walking over to you and Dwight with Rick next to him. Rick was holding Lucille and he looked traumatised, maybe you should calm down a bit, you didn’t want to be responsible for getting anyone else killed.

“I just think your man should stop playing God in other people’s lives” You said with less confidence than before.

Negan licked his lips and smirked at you. “You got yourself a protective girl here huh Daryl?” Negan wrapped an arm around him and he flinched at the connection. “I’ll make you guys a deal” Negan turned to Rick. “How about I take all your weapons and whatever else we want, and you get your boy back” Negan looked at you when he said that.

You looked at Rick and you knew he was considering it. There was no way he would say no but it would mean working extra hard to get supplies, and to find more guns. “Done” Rick said.

“Brilliant, you know what to do guys!” Negan shouted to his men and they moved to the armoury and the supply room. “A deal’s a deal Dwight” Negan raised his eyebrows at him.

Dwight grunted before pushing Daryl in your direction and as soon as he got close to you he pulled you into a hug, hiding his face in your neck and hair. You placed one hand on the back of his head and the other around his shoulders. It felt so good to have him back, knowing that he wouldn’t be hurting anymore. But you were sad about not having anything to protect yourself with. As the men were packing up the trucks with the rest of your supplies, Negan said his goodbyes and left Alexandria. Daryl then turned to Rick and hugged him too, after all it was him that made the deal.

“We’re glad to have you back” Sasha and the rest of the group ran up to hug Daryl, and when they were all done he turned to you again.

“You need to get cleaned up” you laughed but he only smiled in response, he looked exhausted. You took his hand and led him back to his house that lay vacant from when he was last there. You spent the next hour waiting for Daryl to have shower and clean himself off. You were sitting on the bed, reading the blurb of a book when he came out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist.

“Oh, my god” You covered your mouth and stood up, slowly taking a step towards him. His body was covered in black bruises and red marks. “What did they do to you in there?” you asked, part of you not wanting to know the answer.

Your hands gently touched his bruises over his shoulders and back, his previous scars sticking out from the irritated skin.

“Don’t worry about it, I’m home now” He said, his voice low and gravelly.

“Sorry” you shied away from him, realising what you were doing. You looked down to the floor and told him that you had to go but he held your arms and kept you in place.

“You’re the only person who stood up for me today, I saw everyone watching but no one said anything” He said. You looked up at his eyes and saw that they beamed down at you.

“It was nothing-” you started but you were stopped as he placed his lips on yours, the feel of them rough as they had cuts on them from his time with the saviors. You wrapped your arms around his neck, making him flinch. You quickly took your arms away and broke away from the kiss.

“Sorry” You said again, genuinely feeling bad for hurting him.

“It’s alright. You stayin’ the night?” He asked, moving to put on fresh clothes. You turned your back to him as he changed.

“I don’t know, maybe it would be good for you to have the bed to yourself” you said.

“I’ve had a whole cell to myself for ages now. I don’t wanna be alone” He said, making you turn and look at him.

He was fully clothed now and he had a pleading look in his eye, but you knew Daryl, he would never beg. “Okay” you nodded your head and walked over to him. “I’ll stay the night”

You lifted up on your tiptoes and planted a kiss on his lips before moving to the bed and giggling when he jumped in with you. You rested your arm on his chest as you both lay in the bed, talking about everything and anything. You were glad he was back, finally you could relax and maybe even socialise with the group more. You both fell silent and you closed your eyes and fell asleep to the sound of his heart beating next to you.
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David x Reader: You Remind Me of Someone (Camp Camp)

It had been two years, and yet you were still having that same damn dream. The dream where you woke up sobbing, unable to remember what is was about, but clearly remembering that sense of loss that made your eyes pour and your heart clench. Your brother Roan had told you that it was perfectly normal, and that it was linked to something called a soulmate. He had explained that the dreams wouldn’t stop until you found your special other, and while he was excited that it meant you’d find them soon, to you it was only stressful and overbearing. You could live without the hole in your chest that ghosted your thoughts every morning and made you not want to fall asleep at night.

Your brother had suggested that, since summer was coming up pretty soon, you should take up that open job opportunity as a camp counselor to help get your mind off of it. After a bit of persuasion, you had hesitantly agreed.

So now here you were, at Camp Campbell, already surrounded by children who were asking for your name and who you were. One of them asked if you were an insane cultist “like the last guy”, which concerned you for a brief moment, until you were pulled away from them by a seemingly very stressed and angry new co-counselor. “Ignore them, they have no idea what they’re saying. Anyways, welcome to Camp Campbell, I’m Gwen.” You smiled nervously and shook her hand gently. “Y/N, Y/N L/N. It’s nice to meet you, Gwen. I’m happy to be working here, and I promise I’ll be a valuable asset to the camp.” She chuckled and nodded in approval. “I like you already, Y/N. David should be here soon, I think he’s talking with Max about how dangerous glass bottles are or whatever. I have to take the kids in for lunch, just stay here for a second while I go get David to show you around.”

You nodded, obediently staying in place while she walked off with the kids in tow, before having something slam into you, its weight keeping you on the ground. At first you had thought it might be a bear, and you were ready to scream your lungs out, however, immediate apologies spilled from said “bear” before you could even open your mouth. “Oh my goodness, I am so sorry! I wasn’t watching where I was going at all!” He helped you up, and what with his camp getup, you could only assume that this was the David guy Gwen was talking about, and the kid behind him must’ve been Max. “Um, it’s okay… I’m Y/N? The uh… new counselor?” It came out as more of a question than a statement due to your confusion after just being trampled (and also a little bit because he was kinda really cute actually). 

“Oh my god, David, you hired another one!? Did you at least make sure this one wasn’t a bat shit crazy cult leader who believes in whatever the fuck a Zeemuug is!?” Okay you felt like there was a story behind that, though you really didn’t know if you wanted to ask. David scoffed, glancing down at the kid in a disappointed manner. “Max! Don’t be so rude to our new counselor! You and I both know we needed another helping hand here at Camp Campbell.” Max groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You know, you don’t always have to focus on the least fucking important parts of everyone’s sentences all the damn time.” David only grinned, ruffling Max’s hair as the ten year old let out some angry kid noises. “Language!”

You lifted your pointer finger. “Um, if it helps, I’m not a cult leader. I got this job so that I could spend some time outside for a while, maybe help some kids, I dunno…” Max clicked his tongue. “What, do you live with your fucking parents or something?” You shook our head. “No, I live alone, but I’ve been having some of those wicked soulmate dream-nightmare things. Just needed to think on it.”  The boy rolled his eyes, before pausing and narrowing them. “Wait… David, didn’t you say you were going through that same sort of shit?” David nodded, a quizzical look on his features. “Yes, but it probably has nothing to do with-” Max walked towards the mess hall, leaving you two behind to sit in an awkward silence. You kind of felt like that was his plan; making the two of you feel awkward as hell so that you’d be uncomfortable 100% of the time. Little did he know, you already felt that way towards everyone. All the time. Hah.

David cleared his throat, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “W-well, that’s Max for you! I promise he gets more… um… actually he’s always like that, but I swear he’s a good kid.” You snorted, chuckling quietly. “He’s a little shit. But I’m sure he just needs a little guidance.” David sighed in content, smiling softly. “Exactly! How would you like for me to take you on a tour of the camp so that you know where everything is?” You nodded and grinned at the taller male. “Sounds like a plan.”

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After walking around the campus for an admittedly longer time than you’d like, and being forced to sing campfire songs at 8pm after practically fighting a bunch of children just to get them to shut the fuck up and sit on the damn logs, you were exhausted. “Hey, David, do you happen to know where I’ll be sleeping?” He paused for a moment, before opening his mouth and then closing it again, looking away. “Well, um, since we don’t have any extra beds,, and since Gwen refuses to move her Twilight collection off of my couch since she doesn’t have her own dresser anymore, you’ll have to sleep in my cabin. Gwen already locked hers for the night.” You shrugged, not really seeing a problem with it. The guy had proved to be way too fucking innocent and morally stricken to try anything to you, and you were 20 years old, you could handle yourself. “Okay. Would you mind us heading back now? All of the kids are back at their tents, so..” “Oh of course!” He seemed relieved that you hadn’t made a big deal about having to sleep in the same bed as him. After changing into your pajamas and laying down, you found that a mattress meant for one person was just that. You two were practically spooning just to be comfortable, and David had no idea where to put his arms. You were too tired to deal with awkward situations at this point, so you gently placed his right arm around your waist and let his other rest beneath your head. “O-oh…” His voice was shaky and soft as you yawned to yourself. “Goodnight David.” He swallowed thickly, patting your hip in a nervous manner. “Good- Goodnight, Y/N.” 

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The next morning, you had woken up with your head rested on David’s chest and his arms wrapped around you securely, gently holding you to him. He seemed so peaceful, you didn’t want to wake him by moving too much, so you stayed still, yawning quietly. That was the best sleep you had had in years.

Wait.

Wait.

That was the best sleep you had had in years. You had found your soulmate. The realization hit you like a ton of bricks, your eyes widening as you stared blankly at David. It had to be him. You could feel it, the odd pull that seemed to connect your heart to his. You must have been staring for longer than you realized, because David’s eyes had opened and he was asking if you were okay. You gasped, grabbing his collar. “David!” He yelped, nervously eyeing the wild look on your face, as though you were ready to jump him. “Y…. Yes, Y/N?” You inhaled sharply, gripping his collar tighter, your knuckles turning white. “Did you sleep well!?” You had to prove it to yourself, because if his dreams didn’t stop, then you were fucked. His look of fear turned into one of confusion. “Um… yes? I did- HOLY SHIT!” His eyebrows shot up and he grabbed your shoulders, in the same shock that you were in. “You’re my….” He trailed off, unable to finish his sentence. “You’re my soulmate.” You ended it for him, before your face completely lifted, tears springing to your eyes as you embraced him, laughing lightly. “David, David, you’re my soulmate! I found you. I finally found you.” He instantly returned your embrace, and you could feel his wide grin through your nightshirt. He held you tight, as though he never wanted to let go.

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“Wow.” There was a sniffle from the door as Gwen wiped a tear from her sparkling eyes. “I was just making sure you guys didn’t bone in front of Edward Cullen, but this is great.” Max scoffed, holding a camera and glaring at you two. “Fuckin weirdos. You were supposed to have sex, not be sappy fucks! Whatever, I’ll get blackmail later.”

Hurt

Pairing: Former Sam x Reader

Characters: Reader, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester (Soulless), Unnamed Woman

Word Count: 1549

Warnings: Pure Fucking Angst (You think my last fics were bad you are in for a shock), Vaguely detailed smut, Cheating, BODY ISSUES, LOW SELF ESTEEM, Soulless!Sam being an absolute fucking cunt.

A/N: This idea came about after my negative thoughts have been very loud this past couple of weeks so this story is one that is very personal for me and was one that was supposed to be for angst appreciation day but I didn’t finish it in time.This is set at the start of Season 6 and in this, Dean didn’t go to Lisa and Ben, he continued to hunt. I want to say thanks for @sams-little-toy for reading it through for me and encouraging me to write. Thank you so much, Ty.  Tags will be at the end (Send me an ask if you wanna be tagged)


You had to leave after that day. You had to clear your head and hunt on your own for a little while. A part of you felt bad leaving Dean as he did just lose his brother but you knew he had people around him to help him get through it. You, on the other hand, had no one and had just lost the only person you truly loved and cared about.

 So, you packed your stuff and left without saying goodbye because you knew Dean would convince you to stay and that is what you would have done. You always stay for other people, and you need to go for yourself.

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It’s Zig Ortega Appreciation Week! So happy this has become a thing! If it was up to me he would have an appreciation year 😉😚😘 To kick things off for day 1 here are a few screenshots of my favorite moments! Who can ever forget that memorable first encounter where he just stole my heart ❤️😍 Next we have a line he says that speaks volumes about his character and how he will do whatever it takes to protect those he loves no matter what happens to him 😍❤️ (be still my heart!) and lastly this moment where I found out Zig is bisexual just like me. This really touched my heart. I found many qualities I could relate to in Zig that I saw in myself from when he was first introduced such as his loyalty to others and being a bit of an outsider and to see him be comfortable for who he is really inspired me and I could relate to him. God, I just simply adore him for all he is ❤️

Hi, this is a reminder that it’s valid to feel upset over things that are none of your business. It’s okay if you get caught up in the drama, of events outside of Harry’s music and performances. It’s sometimes simply what happens, whatever drama enters the scope of your dash, and it’s totally cool if you have an emotional reaction to it. It’s sort of natural, really.

What does matter, and what can be either justified or unjustified, is your response, especially if it’s a written post on the Internet. It’s okay to remind yourself that while your feelings are valid, some parts of a celebrity’s life (aka most parts) are none of our business. And if you want to post about them, that’s inherently okay, but whatever emotion surrounding your post can either add kindness or negativity into the world. Keep that in mind, and decide which one you’d rather do.

Even if you aren’t feeling particularly kind, which is valid and okay, let’s try and find the happiness wherever we can. Take a step back from Tumblr, sometimes, and acknowledge how you feel, and why you may feel upset about whatever it is. 

Just take care of yourself, lovelies, and try to treat people with kindness. It’s said a lot around these parts of the Internet, and I firmly believe many of us live up to it already, but sometimes it’s crucial to read it as if it’s the first time. Let it be impactful, acknowledge it’s a hard thing to do.

Lucas/Maya One Shot...Kinda
  • Setting: Outside Topanga's. Lucas enters store, sees Josh with mystery girl in booth, talking close and laughing together, backs to the door. Lucas turns around and stops Maya short in her tracks:
  • Lucas(dodging and blocking her as she tries to look/get past him): Hey! Hey. Hey Hi. How are you?
  • Maya (Confused, annoyed): I’m…fine? I’ll be better once I get my smoothie though, so if you’ll just kindly move out of my way-
  • Lucas (Physically blocking her again, coaxing her like a child): -Orrrr maybe we could go get ice cream. You like ice cream, right? Yea? Come on, you know you do….mint chip? Chocolate? Strawberry with fudge? Isn't that your favorite? Great so let’s go then-
  • Maya(Increasingly annoyed): No-get off me Huckleberry I don’t want ice cream, I want a smoothie. “Lets go get a smoothie” means let’s get a smoothie not let’s get to the place where they sell the smoothies then decide to go get ice cream.
  • : Gives him strange look as she passes:
  • You are SUCH a freak sometimes…
  • Lucas(to himself): Nobody ever listens to the freak.
  • : Lucas follows Maya inside
  • Maya (Has spotted Josh, stopped short): Oh. So that’s why you didn’t want me to come in.
  • : Maya turns and walks back outside, Lucas follows:
  • Lucas: Maya, I…
  • Maya (Shaking her head): You know what? It’s fine.. We said the long game, didn’t we? We never said right now. If he want’s to…talk with someone else then that’s just part of the deal we made. It doesn’t mean anything changes between us, right?
  • Lucas: I-I don't know...
  • Maya (tearing up, desperately): No I’m right Lucas, say I’m right... You’re Mr. Moral Compass you know the difference between right and wrong, tell me that it’s fine he’s in there with some other girl and that it doesn’t change anything.
  • Lucas (Beat): …Okay. It doesn’t change anything then.
  • Maya (Wiping tears, fake chuckling): Great. So…How about ice cream?
  • Lucas (Looking back into Topanga's): Sure. Good idea. Just… give me a sec, OK?
  • Maya: You’re not gonna try and be a hero are you, cowboy? Because he’s obviously…busy and I don’t need to go bothering him-
  • Lucas: -I just need to use the little boys room, is that allowed?
  • Maya: …Oh. Ok. Gross.
  • : Maya exits up stairs:
  • : Lucas enters, taps shoulder of Josh:
  • Josh: …Lucas? Uh, hi, whats up man, how’s it going-
  • Lucas: -How could you do this?
  • Josh: Do what?
  • Lucas(gesturing at Josh and girl): This, how could you possibly do this to Maya?
  • Josh(Gesturing towards girl): Dude!
  • : Josh gets up and pulls Lucas aside:
  • Maya and I had an understanding-
  • Lucas: Yea? Did your understanding include her coming in here to see you sitting with another girl, again, and then go running out of here crying...AGAIN?
  • Josh: I...I didn’t know she would be here-
  • Lucas: -You didn’t know she would show up at a place she goes almost every day after school?
  • Josh: Well I didn’t think-
  • Lucas: -You didn't think.
  • Josh: Ok hey, wait a second, that's not very fair. I TOLD Maya she should focus on the now, that we both needed to live our lives.
  • Lucas: Do you think that makes any kind of difference when she walks in here and sees something like this?
  • Josh: It wasn’t like I was trying to hurt her. It was an honest mistake-but you know, Mr. Western Hero, you sure are getting pretty heated about something that isn't really your concern.
  • : Maya enters, standing watching, Lucas and Josh don't notice:
  • Lucas: Except it does concern me. Because I care about Maya…a LOT. She's one of my best friends and the most selfless person I know. She would do anything to make the people she loves happy and she deserves someone who can give that back to her.
  • Josh: I want to see her happy.
  • Lucas: Do you? Cause if I were you I would-
  • Josh: But you're not me.
  • Lucas: Nope. I'm not.
  • : Stares at ground, long beat, thinking/hesitating, launches into speech:
  • Do you even see the real her? Or really know her at all? How unbelievably beautiful, creative, and funny she is? Not to mention brave? Do you? Because if you don’t Josh? Walk away. Walk away now. Maya doesn’t need any more reasons to feel broken. And she definitely doesn’t need to get caught up in waiting around for some guy who isn’t going to take her feelings seriously. She needs someone who is going to appreciate how special she is.
  • Josh: And who is that someone supposed to be? You, Lucas? That person is supposed to be you?
  • Lucas: I didn’t say that-
  • Josh: -You CHOSE Riley. Not Maya. Riley. Or do you not remember that?
  • Lucas: Of course I remember, but that doesn’t mean-
  • Josh: -That you don’t like her?
  • Lucas: This isn’t about me this is about Maya-
  • Josh: -Oh no I think this is definitely about you too, man. You still like her…You still like her a lot.
  • : Lucas stares at Josh, they don’t break gaze:
  • Lucas (Gets serious, close to Joshs face, quietly and fiercely): All I know, is that if I see her cry over you one more time, I might have to ruin the reputation I’ve worked so hard to get around here. And I’d rather not do that. So how about you just do whatever it takes to fix this and save us all the trouble.
  • : Josh looks past Lucas, sees Maya. Lucas catches his gaze, turns around to see Maya there:
  • Maya: Lucas…I-
  • : Lucas gives one last glare at Josh, storms out past Maya. Maya stares in disbelief for a second, then follows him out:
  • Maya: Lucas!
  • : Lucas turns around on the stairs:
  • Maya: ….Thank you? What you said, I mean, I didn't think you-
  • Lucas(Shrugging): Don't mention it. It was nothing.
  • : Lucas exits:
  • Maya(to herself, confused): It was definitely something.

anonymous asked:

🔥 for an unpopular opinion.

fight me but i am pro-bellamy’s beard ! i’m also pro-bob morley  feeling good about himself  so whatever he likes is good by me?? i hate seeing any comments, mostly on twitter, with people going ‘ew shave the beard’ or ‘ew get rid of it.’ like it doesn’t matter what it is?? don’t say ‘ew’ on a picture of someone you insensitive asshats? 

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Cursed: Sterek

↳ Unable to sleep, Stiles decides to go for a drive and runs into a stray dog that reminds him a little too much of a certain Sourwolf, who he definitely hasn’t been missing

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One of my favorite things about Connie is how she’s always willing to do whatever it takes to keep Steven out of harm’s way. Connie doesn’t let her young age or lack of powers stop her from protecting Steven. No matter what, Connie will always have Steven’s back.