i need a tag for this too but too lazy to go through my edits

Things i don’t like about the sims (3) community

keep in mind this is a general opinion formed by what i’ve seen happen in this community over the 5 years i’ve been here. this is not addressed to anyone specifically,but if you fit in the list you should second guess your actions to make this place just a tad friendlier :)

welcoming all simblrs post

literally:

  • people don’t give two shits about your stories. there’s usually the same 2 or 3 people who read your in-depth stories and comment nice things. the others don’t even bother liking if it’s more than 3 lines of text???
  • nobody gives a damn about sims stories that dont include images: people apparently need images to enjoy a story. have you ever read an actual book? don’t judge a story just because it lacks visual stimulation. the writing will be worth your time.
  • people don’t understand metaphors and deep posts. sometimes it’s really hard to express actual things through your posts,because people will either find it too complicated,too “over edited” or too sensitive
  • about sensitive content, sometimes people fail to tag stuff perfectly and people jump straight into anon hate instead of NICELY letting them know they should add a trigger tag or w/e makes them happy. like why can’t you be nice about it instead of sending anons?
  • people assume that if you don’t have good quality posts you’re shit and you don’t deserve anything: you.are.a.hypocrite.YOU were once new and YOU were the same.
  • the “popular”simblrs idea still flows through the community after years and years, even if many big simblrs decided to be nice and open up to people
  • those who don’t bother responding but complain nobody talks to them: if you didn’t take a hiatus every 5 seconds because nobody liked your post, and responded to messages, you’d receive attention from people. engage to engage.
  • people who complain about not having enough likes/comments/reblogs etc: you HAVE TO talk to people to have them be nice to you ! you can’t just expect people to flock to your blog and shower you with adoration. don’t expect people to just comment on your stuff and you can ignore them and that’s it. you make friends. you talk to people, you thank them, you comment on their posts. THIS is how you actually get involved in the community
  • according to simblr, if you’re new you’re automatically stupid? why do we not give chances to new people?why do we only follow 3 people and only message 2 and then complain nobody talks to us? help others join in, involve them in the community,COLLAB with people, chat with them. ENGAGE TO ENGAGE
  • “SEND ME ASKS!!! ASK ME THINGS!!!” but you never bother to send the person you reblogged it from an ask yourself. if you do that you’ll 100% sure get an ask from the previous poster. don’t be an ass
  • people who come to your blog,reblog your entire cc tag and never engage again: WHY? do you just come for cc?? you could take 3 seconds of your life to scroll through the first 5-10 posts of that person’s blog and send them some nice words of encouragement or leave them some notes instead of just running away?
  • every time a new project happens 700+people reblog,comment,like etc but nobody actually ends up joining??? and if they DO join, they go inactive. like??can you NOT???or if you go inactive could you at least just tell the owner of the project? you know, someone just like you is out there managing a project on their own(or with a team!) but you can’t be bothered to do that?rude
  • we all have personal lives and it is normal to take breaks, hiatus-es and so on,but it would be great if you leave to simply make a post about it. so many people go completely inactive or disappear and it worries others, maybe something happened to them?maybe they have issues? some people DO care and they would talk to you if you left/took a break
  • responding to anon hate,reblogging drama, publicly calling out people, posting about “not caring about simsecret”. ALL THESE THINGS add up to the HATE in this community. if y’all stopped , deleted those anons, avoided reblogging drama, ignored callouts and sorted it privately then this community WOULD be a better,cleaner place. trust me, i know!
  • catfishing,spamming the tags, begging for attention,asking for reblogs/promos: we are not 5 y/os anymore. stop being a fucking ignorant ass. it’s 2017 and y’all still do this. calm down.
  • ignoring people reaching out to you: LISTEN if you do this you’re a fucking asshole. people who kindly,politely,nicely reach out to you for something you did wrong or w/e are people who DO care and who want to sort things out in a civil way. if you ignore them and even respond negatively nothing will come out of it. don’t be a fucking twat
  • do you not like someone? FUCKING BLOCK THEM. this is all you have to do. nothing more or less.stop spreading ddrama,hate, saving message screenshots. be fucking mature.
  • people who post stuff just to fish compliments and dont ever bother responding or giving back love: you suck
  • “my askbox is full”nah, you’re either lazy or just really busy(which is understandable!) but being lazy about responding to people is just rude to me, maybe it’s just me. maybe.
  • the hateful anons: go suck an egg and chill out: this is a game and everyone does whatever they want with it.
  • people who care 0 for your ocs but they believe they are entitled to receive worshiping over theirs: can you calm down and realize what you’re doing?
  • “My dash is empty!!! everyone is dead!!!” there’s over 10 thousand people in this community who post every day. Do yourself a favor and follow more people if you want a full dash at all times. Click me Click me 2
  • To those tho can’t be bothered to leave a heart on simfileshare: you don’t deserve the cc you’re getting for FREE form people who put hours into their work. 
  • “BIG simblrs dont talk to me!!” they do. you’re just not messaging the right people ;) not all ‘big’ simblrs are rude ;)
  • people only care about cc. post a picture and it gets no notes, but post cc and it spreads like wildfire. what is wrong with you all??

Don’t be too shy to message people.Get involved with chats, talk with others, join projects, ENGAGE with the community to get feedback and notes. You’ll be getting nowhere if you don’t bother being kind and friendly with others :)

anonymous asked:

hey! i was wondering if you have any voltron angsty lance-centric fic recommendations? aside from your own amazing ones ofc

Mmkay, so I’m what I’m doing here is going through my fic rec tag and just copy-pasting stories where Lance suffers. Some are angst, some are hurt/comfort, some are epic stories where the angst and hurt/comfort might be more of a side dish than a main course. The word count on most of the WIPs is no longer accurate, and some are complete, but I am too lazy to edit. This is taking long enough as it is. But yeah, you asked for it, you’re getting it. Langst recs, maychorian style. Warning: This is long. If you press the read more, be prepared to scroll.

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the-han-governness  asked:

What would love be like with each character? Please include my dearest trio and if you can... Rika. I want to know what love with each character feels like on a Sunday morning and after a fight, you know these characters so well I hope it made sense! (do I have to be anon?)

This is my longest headcanon ever (4k words) so it’s going under the cut.  I added everyone so hopefully it lives up to your expectations, but heavy spoilers! And no, you don’t have to be anon!

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sappy feelings (and a follow forever).


so, I’ve kind of been going back and forth about when exactly that I was gonna do a follow forever. however, I hit 2k followers a while back (screaming internally!!!) and I thought now would be a great time to do it! excuse the edit I made on PicsArt, I am not good at editing things lol

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FanWorks Wednesdays - foxmulders

by Keva Andersen

This week’s author may have gotten her writing start from a place “where everybody knows your name” but if you don’t know her name, you should. Meet @foxmulders! Also known as inspl0tches on A03, foxmulders has a variety of work that can take you on a great ride and in some cases knock the wind out of you as you read.

One of my personal favorites is “solitary fields in spring.”  Tagged “mother’s day hell fic from hell,” it looks at 5 Mother’s Days that could have been *cough should have been cough* for Scully. It’s sweet and sad and hits all the right notes.

With all the hurricanes lately you may have heard people use the phrase “the waffle house index” lately. This story with the same name has more to do with the hurricane of emotions that follows Season 6′s “One Son” than the weather and it’s a great read. I love the way it explores how Mulder and Scully say the things they don’t really say.

There’s so much I love about “string theory,” I’ll just stop talking now and tell you to go read it.

We talked with foxmulders about writing, inspiration, and of course, The X-Files.

How long have you been a Phile?

The X-Files was my summer after sophomore year show. I’m about to go into my second year of college, so I’ve been into it for almost four years now. My parents are super over my not being over it, btw. Just in case anyone was wondering.

What was your first episode?

The Pilot! I’d seen a lot about the show on Tumblr before I started it, and I remember the first time the camera panned to Mulder’s poster I was like, “That’s where that’s from!” So the show immediately felt familiar, which I think is part of what got me.

How long have you been writing fic?

Unfortunately, since I was like 12. I wrote some stuff for Star Wars, and Parks and Rec and even Cheers. Yes, Cheers. It was very bad and very inconsistent, and I certainly never printed out a fic I was working on in order to edit it with a red pen like a Real Writer and then left it out for my mom to find. Nope.

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allthepens  asked:

Can you recommend any good klance fics ??

Well @allthepens a few people asked me on amino before and… here are my messages:

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Hey so. Someone asked me for klance recommendations before, and I got carried away. A lot. But here are the messages I sent them, because I do think a lot of these are pretty good (some better than others but shhhhh). ALL ON AO3 (archives of our own just in case you don’t know).

Please try to enjoy. This is also mostly for my benifit in case I forget which fanfics I’ve already read. And the messages start… now:

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Okay, let me just go through my entire klance library. You probably already read like most of these. But I just wanted to share. I’m fairly certain all of these are generally safe? Also they’re probably all oneshots too. The ones with a hashtag are I believe my favorites.

I chose ones that I at least vaguely remember what they were about since there were so many some I don’t really know just by the title if I really liked hem or not. But here are the alternate reality fics, meaning they’re technically in the same universe just… different:

-# electromagnetic *classic pining RIGHT HERE*

-# lament with the sea *Garrison au, really just GOOD*

-the electric synthesized pop ballad of why keith can’t have nice things*this has soft a/b/o, thank god it’s not too bad. also the name is A+*

-# never saw you coming *honestly Keith’s characterization in this is wonderful*

-# Objects in Motion (when unbalanced) *btw i like this entire series, but this is the first work*

-# a fish and a bird *accidentally in a relationship*

-the meaning of donuts *why do I even need to add in to that it’s donuts*

These are from alternate universes, so. Crazy stuff:

-It grows stronger *school*

-he who fights monsters *dragons also eeeh they make out and stuff in the end, so… just skip that part if you dont enjoy that stuff, like me, theres like multiple chaps in this one*

-would you like fries with that? *food*

-take me away *food*

-# element of surprise *avatar au*

-legendary station *radio host show*

- costumed identities *cosplays are amazing to read about, especially the process of making them*

-thread our way through the stars *astronomy yeeeaa*

-Camp Lake Altea *itsa summer camp* EDIT: warning! incomplete!!

Theres so… SO MUCH more in my library but I got lazy and this is too long you probably read like all of these already bye!“

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After this I went insane.

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i lied theres more

all my reasons why” canon verse

ascension” again, cuz i read it so many godamn times

tropical drink in your hand” beach au

i bet you look good on the dancefloor” i swear if you havent read this already did you even try searching its like fourth most popular.

blaming space” sad short, pre-relationship, canonverse

where the lions roam” literally just lance insecurity but really hes awesome and everyone thinks so too

dont wanna be free” keith is a dork, and he cant WORDS. canonverse

so very lucky” ANOTHER CAMP FIC definitely complete i promise

and here comes the blushing groom” ACCIDENTALLY MARRIED AU WHAT MORE YA NEED. canonverse

bright ideas” stuck together on an ice planet. Slowe burne canonverse

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And here, as I look back…

I have more to add:

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nothing’s quite as sweet” coffee shop cat shop au, honestly just adorable. The lions are cats to be adopted. Red is a sass.

you’re so sweet; will you be mine?” rivalry bakery au, obviously sweet as heck.

Stick with me” canonverse, literally stuck together by alien adhesive. The usual.

Make Me Your Home” canonverse, a lot of Galra Keith, pining (thats pretty much my go-to tag) has some making out in later chapter.

Nightmares” canonverse, when you can’t sleep until you’re wrapped around someone else who can’t sleep.

try if you can” college au, Keith pines REALLY hard.

Stormchasing” Keith and Lance makes mistakes. Also they get handcuffed together that too.

Smile for the Stars” canonverse. Heart. Broken. Major major MAJOR character death warning at the very end. Why you do this.

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Honestly, theres way more in my library. But like I said, I chose ones I can tell by the title what they were about, either because it was memorable or it was one of my favorites. I also tried choosing ones I think people wouldn’t have read before (DIRTY LAUNDRY) because of how well known they are. Except for the dancing one. That one should be read already.

Just saying.

Cough.

Again, since some are more well known, you might’ve read them already, but I just chose the ones in my library that I could easily remember what they were about. If you want more, just ask and I’ll go back to my library. I just kinda scanned my downloaded stories and randomly picked out the ones I liked more.

Anyway. Tell me which ones you liked if you read them! Also, if the messages are hard to read, tell me and I’ll organize (and maybe add more commentary) to them. This post may be updated in the future, who knows. More fanfics to recommend, more to read, more to chase down from the darkness of fandom.

Toodles.

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and those were my amino klance recs

theres more but im tired and have school so

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tamacchannn  asked:

Kiribaku for the domestic meme! XD (obv)

Domesticity asks

All of them ?????? Omg

Okay let’s do this (I have answered some of them, so I’m gonna cheat and use the old trick of copy-pasting ahha)

  • how did they first kiss?

    Their first kissed happened six months after they got together. They take things slow, and yes, it took half a year for Bakugou to be comfortable with the thought of kissing. Kirishima is very patients with him. Their first kiss happened when they were watching some romantic movie. And Kirishima jokingly says he wants to kiss Bakugou, and Bakugou says okay, and they kissed. It wasn’t really sweet or anything like that. It was awkward and silly. Their noses and foreheads bumped against each other, Kirishima’s teeth almost caused minor accidents, and they were laughing afterwards. It wasn’t perfect, but it was the best kiss they ever had.

  • who flirts more?

    Kirishima. Bakugou does not understand the art of flirting. He thinks people are making fun of him when they try to flirt with him. He only understands flirting when Kirishima is flirting with him, and he dies a lot.

  • how did the relationship start?

    It started two years after Kirishima confessed. Bakugou is slow in the uptake of that thing called feelings. Though they did remain very close friends even after Kirishima confessed. It was only when Kirishima is choking from soda that Bakugou realized that yeah, he’s in love with this guy.

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Watching, Waiting

It was a cold winter night when he had found himself outside her window. Snow covered the fire escape and his neck was sweating from the scarf around it, but he didn’t mind. Both hands were busy holding bags full of baking ingredients, so he used his knee to tap the glass. Moments passed with no answer, so he placed the bags in the snow reluctantly and used his knuckles. Three knocks to the window and a few seconds later, she was standing in front of him looking more beautiful than the snow covered trees in Central Park.

“What are you doing here?” She asked while putting a diamond earring in. Her lips were painted more red than usual and her eyes were bluer than the ocean. He had seen Maya dress up before, but he couldn’t help but stare in awe.

“I brought some stuff,” he muttered after too long. He reached behind him for his bags and showed them to her with a grin. “Figured we could bake cookies and decorate them for the New Years party tomorrow!”

A smile settled on her lips, but it wasn’t enough to show the dimple that he had grown oh so fond of, nor did it reach her eyes. “That’s sweet Huckleberry, but I’ve got plans tonight.”

His heart sank, but he supposed he should have guessed that by the pretty black dress that she was wearing. He couldn’t help but notice how it hugged her in all the right places and was just long enough to leave a little bit to the imagination.

“I’m going out with Josh,” she smiled after he took too long to speak. This time, the smile showed brightly in her eyes.

“On a date?”

She rolled her eyes and turned away from him to continue getting ready. He stayed outside of her room, the snow picking up behind him. “Yes, Lucas. I’m going on a date.”

He was glad she had turned away so that she couldn’t see his frown. He knew she had always had a thing for Josh, but since when was it reciprocated? Just a week ago at the Matthew’s annual Christmas party he had been sucking some other girl’s face. Why did he decide he wanted her now?

“Would you shut the window?” She called over her shoulder. “Its cold out there and I don’t feel like dying of hypothermia before I even go out tonight.”

Lucas felt as if his heart had just been stomped on, but he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “Have fun tonight, Maya. And be careful.”

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It was a cold night when she opened her door to see Josh on the other side of it. His hair was gelled back and his brown eyes reflected a mischievous look that she knew could be found in hers as well. Her heels were high, so she found herself to be almost eye level with him, something that she wasn’t used to.

“Miss Hart,” he bowed in front of her. “You are looking lovely this evening.”

She laughed softly and grabbed the ends of her shawl since her dress was too tight to curtsy with. “Why thank you Mr. Matthews. You are looking quite dapper yourself.”

He cringed at the way she said “Mr. Matthews” and she felt her own nose wrinkle. “Mr. Matthews is my brother,” he chuckled. “Are you ready to go?”

She nodded and accepted his hand as they left her apartment. This was the night she had been waiting for ever since she was ten. Even then, when he was an awkward teenager just hitting puberty, she had hoped to walk with him hand in hand someday. She wasn’t sure what had made him change his mind about her, but she was not stupid enough to question a miracle. Perhaps the difference between seventeen and twenty was less drastic than all of the other years. No matter the reason, she was grateful that he had finally looked at her the way she did at him.

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It was New Years Eve and they were at the Matthews house for their party. Maya was wearing a sparkly red dress and Lucas couldn’t take his eyes off of her no matter how hard he tried. Zay nudged him a few times, telling him that he was being far too obvious, but Lucas didn’t care. She was beautiful and she was draped all over him like they had been in love for years despite the fact that they had only been on a single date which happened to have been the night before. Josh was a nice guy and Lucas wanted to like him, but there was always something preventing their friendship. Even when Josh looked at Maya as Riley’s little friend, Lucas got a bad vibe from him. Everyone told him that he was being silly and that Josh was a Matthews so he had to be a nice guy, but Lucas wasn’t convinced of it.

When she met Lucas’s eyes from across the room, she gave him a small wave before returning to her conversation with Josh and a classmate. It burned a little to be blown off so easily, but he swallowed the pain and took another swig from his flask of whiskey. Farkle had scolded him, telling him that if any of the adults saw him that he would be kicked out, but Lucas only laughed in response. Let them, he thought. It would be better than this self inflicted torture of watching her with him.

The countdown began and he found himself still staring at them across the room. Everyone around him was yelling out the numbers with the tv, but they were whispering giddily to each other. At seven he was leaning down to say something into her ear. At six she was laughing and covering her mouth with joy. At five he was pulling her hand away and bringing it to his shoulder. At three she was looking at him as though he put the stars in the sky. At one their lips were connected and he was holding her waist as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

“Happy New Year!”

The phrase echoed through his brain as he watched the two of them kissing in a way that made his stomach ache and his throat itch. He felt the urge to punch something, but a hand found itself on his shoulder before he could.

“Breathe,” Zay instructed. And Lucas tried, he really did. Zay saw the fire in his eyes still burning and decided they should leave before he did something.

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It was Valentine’s Day and she found herself gagging at the couples in the hallway being way too affectionate for her liking. There was a fundraiser for the basketball team where people bought roses to send to their significant others and her female classmates were taking it way too seriously if you asked her.

“It’s because your boyfriend is in college,” Missy told her while shoving the dozen or so roses she had received into her locker. “You already win at life, there is no need for you to worry about trivial high school roses.”

“Maybe,” she sighed. Josh was at college a lot and didn’t always have time for her childish requests such as going on a Valentine’s date. She had texted him that morning to wish him a happy birthday as well as Valentine’s Day, but she never received a response.

“Hey Shortstack,” Lucas called from a few feet away.

She turned and looked up at him walking towards her with a rose in his hand and a lazy grin on his face. He held the flower out to her and she took it cautiously. “You got me one?” She asked carefully and curiously.

“Yeah,” he shrugged. She could tell he was feeling awkward by the way he scratched the back of his neck. “You seemed a little bummed that you didn’t get one in home room so I thought I would get you one.”

She smiled at him and hugged him tightly. She heard a slight gasp of surprise escape him which made her laugh. “Thanks Lucas.”

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It was April when Lucas found himself grinding on some sophomore at an empty warehouse party. He had drank quite a bit and her skirt was pretty short and he’s a hormonal teenage boy so what was he expected to do? Just because he was in love with a girl who didn’t seem to bat an eye at him anymore didn’t mean he couldn’t have a few random hookups. The girl had a nice ass and she was short and blonde, not that he was comparing her to Maya. But if he was, Maya’s hair was much prettier than this girls because Maya’s hair was the color of sunshine and fell around her like a halo and this girl’s was too yellow and clearly unnatural. Maya had any nicer ass too.

He looked across the room to find the girl who he wished he was dancing with only to be annoyed when he found her. She was talking on her phone and she appeared to be upset by whatever the other person was saying. It didn’t take Farkle’s intelligence to figure out that it was Josh on the other line. He watched as she threw her free hand up in frustration and made her way to one of the exits. He knew he shouldn’t go after her and he more importantly shouldn’t even care, but he couldn’t help it. The sophomore grabbed his neck and pulled him down to kiss him, but he couldn’t find it in him to lead this poor girl on. He apologized halfheartedly to the girl before hustling over to where he had last seen Maya.

When he found her outside, she was looking up at the sky and holding herself tightly. The door slammed behind him, startling her, but she relaxed when she saw it was him.

“What are you doing here?” She asked after turning back to the sky. “Shouldn’t you be in the bathroom hooking up with that girl I saw you dancing with?”

He was a bit taken aback by the fact that she had noticed, but recovered quickly. “I could ask you the same question.”

She smirked at him and shook her head. “I’m more into brunettes. She’s not really my type.”

He rolled his eyes and stood next to her, holding onto the railing protecting them from plummeting to the city street. “I mean, what are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be at a college party with your boyfriend instead of a high school one?”

She scoffed at the word “boyfriend” and he couldn’t help but feel a tinge of hope. “Josh is off at a study session with his tutor. Apparently calculus gets even harder in college.” He tried to laugh, but it sounded more like a choking noise. “He’s not really okay with me being here either.”

He tightened his grip on the railing and looked at her. “What do you mean? Why does he care?”

She sighed and looked back at him. “He thinks that high school parties are dumb and that all people do at them is get trashed and hook up. He’s mad that I even want to be here and he thinks I’m being immature.”

He rolled his eyes at the older boy’s stupidity. “But it’s okay when he goes to college parties? Where there are even more people and more booze and more places to hook up? How does that make sense?”

“Beats me,” she sighed. “He doesn’t realize that I have friends who I like to talk to. Friends like Riley and Missy and Zay and you and Farkle and Billy and everyone else in our fucking school.” It stung a bit when she grouped him with their other friends, but he knew that was all he was to her. “Its just exhausting having to try and explain it over and over again.”

He nodded and wrapped an arm around her shoulder comfortingly and she instinctively rested her head against his chest. “I’m here for you. I always will be.”

A week later she came into school beaming and told everyone that he had said the three magic words the night before and Lucas was left wondering how she could forgive him so easily.

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It was a Saturday and loneliness was aching in her bones. She sat in the bath tub, letting the freezing water run over her feet. It had been hours since she decided to try and wash away his touch, but somehow she still felt it seeping into her pores. Her arms were raw and her hands had bled, but it wasn’t enough to be free of him.

He had promised her forever. He promised he would always stay and she stupidly believed him. His words were venomous but she was convinced that his kiss was the antidote. She let herself believe that he loved her because it was what she craved more than anything. She convinced herself that he was the sun, and perhaps she was right. What she failed to remember, however, is that the sun can burn and staring at it to long will blind you.

He told her he loved her and if this is what love felt like then she could never wish it upon her worst enemy. She had given him every part of her, mind and body, and he had let her, knowing that he would leave her in the dust. He was all she had ever wanted for as long as she could remember and now his scent made her sick and burned her throat as she gasped for air. He had planted himself deep within her lungs and now he was suffocating her. No matter how loud she screamed, no one could hear.

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It was a Saturday and his fists were cut and his knuckles bleeding. The stone wall of the fireplace in his basement showed no sign of the beating it had just received, but his hands did. How could he do this to her? How could someone who called himself a man ever be such a coward? He had watched them together, selfishly wishing it was him for months, but it turned out he was right about the boy all that time.

Riley had called him because Maya couldn’t bare to. Riley told him that if she had called, Maya knew he would try and find Josh and end up killing him. She was right. He still wanted to and the thought remained in his brain even now, but he knew she would never forgive him. Riley told him how her uncle had been using Maya as somewhat of a rebound and Lucas didn’t hear anything she said after that. Something about Maya walking in on him with his ex. Lucas couldn’t process any of what Riley was saying because his blood was pounding in his ears and he was actually seeing red. Josh had told her he loved her, how could he treat her like this? Josh was all Maya ever wanted and he abused that and took advantage of her. With the already fragile outlook she had on love, he used her as a pawn.

He had tried calling her about thirty times already, but she never answered. He paced his basement in a fit of fury and contemplated finding Josh again. She may never forgive him, but the world sure would be a better place without that scum bag. Without another thought, he picked up his keys and headed to his car.

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She’s not sure when she finally got out of the bath, but she was somehow on her bathroom floor now in an old tank top and shorts. Her heart still ached and her lungs were on fire as she gasped for air in between sobs. She gave him everything she had and it still wasn’t enough.

“Maya,” a familiar voice called from her bedroom. “Maya, where are you?”

She didn’t answer because quite frankly, she couldn’t. He must have followed the sound of her cries because before she knew it, Lucas was holding her in his arms and whispering that he was there for her.

“Maya, why are your arms all cut up?” He held her at a distance and examined her torn skin. “Please tell me you didn’t!”

She shook her head furiously and sobbed even louder. “Had to…. Still felt him…….. Wash away.”

His face contorted into a scowl and she knew somehow he understood what she was trying to say. She hadn’t told him when she had slept with Josh, but she was sure he could guess that it had happened.

She grabbed for his hand and he winced. She looked down and saw his bloodied knuckles before returning her gaze to his in horror. “Lucas!” She yelled. “No!”

It was his turn to shake his head. “I picked a fight with the fireplace and it won.” She didn’t quite believe him and he could definitely tell. “I know you would never forgive me, Maya. He deserves to feel some pain, but I won’t do that to you.”

Lucas was right, he did deserve to feel some pain, but she also knew that she didn’t want him to get hurt. Despite the fact that he had just broke her heart, she couldn’t bring herself to wish him harm. If she were completely honest, she was more mad at herself for letting him do this to her than she was at him for doing it.

Lucas broke her out of her self deprecating thoughts by lifting her into his arms and retreating into her room. He picked her up as if she were a small child and to be honest, she kind of felt like one right now. He laid her down on her bed and followed right behind her, holding her tightly and stroking her hair. “I’ve got you, Maya. I always do.”

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It was May and prom was just around the corner, which meant he was working up the nerve to ask her. They had been hanging out more than usual (if that was even possible) since the whole Josh Incident and they had basically become attached at the hip. No one had asked her yet because he had made sure that all of the guys knew that she was strictly off limits, but he still felt nervous to ask her.

They were walking together to lunch and she was wearing that blue dress that made her eyes stand out with a belt around her waist and he knew he had picked the right day to finally do it. She was probably going to kill him for this, but it would totally be worth it. They reached their usual table where the rest of their friends were waiting and Zay looked at him with a knowing grin.

On cue, the school choir stood up and began to sing her favorite song. Maya looked over, a bit confused but also amused. A moment later, the band kids joined in with their instruments on the other side of the cafeteria and her head shot to them. The dance team was next, heading to the direct center of the room and dancing to the music. The football team came out with a banner with Maya’s name written on it in pretty writing done by Riley. He looked at her and saw her face turn bright red as everyone stared at her, waiting for what was coming next. Five guys from the baseball team followed, each holding a letter or question mark to spell out “Prom?” Farkle quickly handed the bouquet of roses to Lucas and nodded encouragingly. Gasps came from multiple girls and hollers of approval from guys when they realized what was happening. Lucas stood up from his seat next to her and knelt on one knee before her, holding the flowers out to her. She looked like a tomato she was blushing so hard and he couldn’t help but laugh at her.

He held up his hand and the music and dancers stopped, making sure that everyone could hear him. “Maya Penelope Hart.” He earned a glare at the use of her full name, but he ignored her. “Would you do me the great honor of accompanying me to prom?”

Two banners fell from the second floor with each answer written on them. Maya looked in shock and he waited anxiously for her answer. “You are such a dork,” she laughed, accepting the bouquet. She looked at everyone who was holding their breath awaiting her answer. “Yes, Lucas. I will be your date to prom.”

Cheers erupted from the entire school and Lucas felt like he had just won at life. Maya Hart was going to be his date to their prom. What more could he ask for in life? She yanked him off of his knee by his collar and pulled him into a tight hug. He heard her mutter something into his shoulder, but he couldn’t make out what she said. Lucas Friar was going to prom with Maya Hart and that was all that mattered.

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It was halfway through prom and Maya was dancing with Riley to some horribly bubblegum pop song that she would never listen to if it wasn’t at a dance. Lucas had gone to pick her up to take her for pictures at Farkle’s house about an hour before the event started, and when she opened the apartment door he was too busy staring at her like a huckleberry to say a word.

“Thanks, Sundance,” she laughed before pulling him inside. “You look great too!”

He shook his head and began rambling about how amazing she looked before they were cut off by Shawn. He pulled Lucas aside for a “man to man” talk and she couldn’t help but role her eyes at the man’s overprotectiveness.

Since they had gotten to the dance itself, Lucas had seemed to be just as nervous as he was when she opened the door. He wasn’t much fun when he was nervous, so she may or may not have spiked his punch a little. He didn’t seem to notice luckily, but he was beginning to loosen up so it seemed like it was working. She looked over to see him at their table, arguing with Zay over something. The horrible song turned into a much slower one and she watched as his face went pale. This was the first slow song of the night surprisingly, and he seemed to be dreading it. His eyes found hers as she began to walk toward him at the table and he took a giant sip of his drink to avoid any further eye contact.

“Get up loser,” she instructed when she reached him. “We are dancing.”

He set his drink down and looked at her hesitantly. “Are you sure? I think I actually have to pee so how about the next one?”

She grabbed his ear as he tried to walk away and led him out to the dance floor. “If you didn’t want to dance with me, then why did you bother asking me here in the first place?”

His eyes widened and he shook his head. “It’s not that I don’t want to dance with you! Trust me, I really really want to dance with you Maya.”

“Then why are you avoiding me?” She rested her arms around his neck and looked at him questioningly.

He looked down and she swore she saw him blush. “I just… I don’t know how to dance. Not like this at least.”

She tried to bite away her smile, but by the look on his face she knew she failed. “It’s easy, I promise. Here.” She took his hands and set them on her waist. “Now all we do is sway slowly and avoid stepping on each other’s feet.” He nodded and looked down, trying to make sure he didn’t squish her feet. “No,” she scolded, lifting his chin so that their eyes met again. “You have to look me in the eye. Trust yourself.”

“I don’t,” he murmured so quietly that if she hadn’t seen his lips move she wouldn’t have known he had spoken at all. After a few moments of silence and concentration, he spoke again. “I’m sorry about earlier. I wanted to tell you how beautiful you look, but I couldn’t find the words.”

She laughed. “Well thank you. I must say, you do look decent in a tux.”

“Just decent?” He teased. She wanted to tell him that he looked very handsome, but she couldn’t bring herself to. She might ruin things if she did, and she did not want to ruin this. Dancing there with Lucas was the first time she had felt the light behind her eyes switch on again in a long time and she couldn’t risk ruining it. Instead of answering, she looked around at the other dates dancing.

“Riley and Farkle look like they’re trying to swallow each other’s faces,” she chuckled. He followed her gaze and joined her. “He’s going to ruin her makeup that I worked so hard on.”

“I’m pretty sure if he wasn’t ruining it now he would still be messing it up pretty badly later,” he smirked. “You know they’re going to end up in a closet or a bathroom at Billy’s later.”

She snorted and his smile grew wider. “That’s true. I’m just glad Mr. Matthews wasn’t allowed to chaperone. Riley would be home in Amish clothes if he saw the two of them right now.”

The music changed again, but neither of them noticed. They were in their own little bubble and it wasn’t until Zay tapped Maya’s shoulder that they returned to reality.

“Sorry Lucas,” he apologized insincerely. “I’m stealing your date to dance with.”

Lucas frowned and she was sure she heard him growl, but Zay was yanking her away before she could even say goodbye. “What was that?” She laughed when they were a good distance away.

“I couldn’t let him hog you all to himself,” Zay smirked.

Maya felt herself frown a bit. “I am his date. He kinda gets to hog me if he wants me.”

This made Zay’s smile grow even wider. “Oh trust me sugar, he wants you. I’m just showing him how much.”

Before Maya could ask what the hell he was talking about, Lucas was back and handing Maya a glass of the spiked punch from their table. “You haven’t had anything to drink in a while,” he pointed out. “Why don’t you come back to the table and rest for a bit. I’m sure your feet are killing you.”

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It was at Billy’s house that Lucas found himself sitting on a couch with Maya on his lap and a red solo cup in each of their hands. His senses and reflexes were slowed from the spiked punch that Maya thought she was sneaking him and he was using it as a total excuse to be as affectionate with her as he wanted. Since arriving at the after party, he and Maya had both drank their fair share of beer and vodka, so it was no wonder that she was acting so giddy. Riley and Farkle had disappeared almost an hour ago as was expected and Zay was no where to be seen, so it was just Lucas, Maya, and a bunch of their classmates.

“I need another drink,” Maya had said, standing up rather wobbly off of Lucas.

He caught her before she tumbled onto Sarah and pulled her back beside him. “I’ll get it for you.” He was much sturdier on his feet because of the lack of five inch heels and he didn’t want her to fall and break something.

She beamed at him. “You’re the best Lucas.” He tried really hard not to let that go to his head, but he failed miserably.

The kitchen was empty when he got there and poured her a tiny bit of vodka and filled the rest with orange juice. When he returned to where he had left her, she was gone. “Where’d she go?” He asked Yogi.

“She went upstairs. Said to have you follow her.”

Lucas thanked him before heading up with her drink in hand. Billy yelled something about making sure to lock the door behind him, but Lucas ignored him and flashed him the finger. He found her in the guest bedroom sitting on the windowsill.

“You know that’s not a bay window, right?” He taunted. “It’s not as easy to sit in.”

“Are you saying I have a big ass?” Maya accused playfully, accepting the drink from him.

“I plead the fifth.” She was smiling so brightly and the streetlights from the window behind her were making her look ethereal and it took everything in him not to take her face and kiss it. “Why’d you come up here?”

She shrugged and took a big swig from the cup. “Things were getting loud down there and I wanted some alone time with you.”

He blinked a few times, trying to determine if this was some drunken fantasy or if it was actually happening. When she looked at him expectingly, he laughed. “Why do you want to be alone with me?”

Her eyes became hooded and her smirk was taunting him. “Why do I need a motive? You are my date after all.”

He scratched his neck nervously and sat on the bed across from her. “Yeah, I suppose.”

She set the drink down next to her on the windowsill and stood in front of him. She placed her hands on his shoulders and looked at him while biting her bottom lip. “Besides, I really want to see what the tie looks like around my wrists instead of your neck.”

He gulped loudly and before he knew it she was straddling his lap and her lips were on his. He reacted automatically, his hands finding her hips and his lips moving hungrily with hers. She bit his bottom lip, drawing the tiniest bit of blood and he felt what little was left of his control slipping. It wasn’t until he tasted the vodka on her tongue that he realized what was happening. He pushed her shoulders away carefully and broke the kiss. “Maya, stop.” It was very halfhearted and she knew it, so she ignored him and let her hands roam his hair. Her grip was tight and his will power was weak, especially when she tugged his roots. She moved her hips against his and this time, he lifted her off of him completely. “Maya, stop it.”

She looked at him with a hurt expression and her swollen lips in a frown. It was almost enough to make him forget about the fact that she was piss drunk and didn’t know what she was doing. It was almost enough to convince him that this wouldn’t be as wrong as it was and that clearly she wanted this as much as he did. Almost.

“You’re drunk and so am I and this isn’t a good idea,” he forced himself to say. He knew he was doing the right thing, so why did he feel his heart breaking?

Her hurt expression turned to a neutral one and she stood up quickly. “You’re right. I’m going to go get a ride home with Darby.”

He tried to stop her, but she was gone before he could.

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It was a week after prom and Maya still felt like an idiot. How could she think that Lucas would want her that way? Just because he had asked her to prom in such a grand way didn’t mean that he felt the same way as her. She should have known when he didn’t want to dance with her that they didn’t see each other the same way. Things had been weird when they saw each other Monday and they were still weird now. He kept trying to talk to her, but she refused to acknowledge what had happened. He had told her that they were both drunk, but he didn’t realize that she knew exactly what she was doing. She pretended to have no recollection of the event, but he refused to let it go. Riley kept asking what was wrong, but she refused to admit her humiliation. She had ruined everything between her and Lucas, but maybe if she ignored it long enough it would go away.

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It was June and thing were still weird between them, but at least she was talking to him again. He had realized that she didn’t want to speak about the incident, so he figured she was mortified that even for a moment in her alcohol induced haze she had wanted him. It hurt to know that she didn’t feel the same, but he knew that he did the right thing that night. He couldn’t let her do something that she would regret. People had noticed that things were off between them, and they were too nosy to mind their own business.

“What’s the matter with you two?” Missy asked one day at lunch. Lucas looked to Maya and if looks could kill Missy would have been dead and Maya in jail for murder.

“Nothing’s wrong, Missy,” she growled. “Drop it.”

“No,” Riley fought. “The two of you have been acting icy towards each other since prom and I want to know what happened too.”

“I think all of us do,” Zay chimed in. This time it was Lucas’s turn to glare.

“We are fine,” he insisted. “Right Maya?”

She looked at him and he saw her lip tremble the slightest bit. “Yeah. We are fine.”

“Thats bullshit,” Farkle huffed. “When Riley and I left you, you were both happy as could be.”

“Yeah,” Billy joined the conversation. “You were fine when you went upstairs, but then Maya came running down and made Darby bring her home. I had warned her that she shouldn’t drive because Darby had drank quite a few, but then you were gone Maya.”

Lucas felt his fists ball up and he turned to the blonde next to him. “You let Darby drive you home drunk? What the fuck Maya?”

She glared at him fiercely. “Well I sure as hell wasn’t going home with you after what happened, now was I?”

“And why not?” He boomed back. “I told you to wait and you stormed off without me! You know better than to get in the car with a drunk driver!”

“Why the hell would I have waited, Lucas? To hear you reject me again? I don’t think so!”

“I wasn’t rejecting you, I was stopping you from making a decision you were going to regret!”

“Oh, so now you know what I will and will not regret? You know what’s best for me, do you?”

“You were drunk, Maya! You weren’t thinking straight and I didn’t want you to do something you didn’t think about the consequences of!”

“I thought about the consequences you fuckhead! I thought about them for years and when I finally got up the courage to act on my feelings, you shot me down! You pushed me away and let me look like an idiot. I knew what I was doing Lucas, and I knew what would happen if I did it!”

Lucas sat in silence and just stared at her. She had thought about him for years? She had feelings for him? He was trying desperately to process the words that she had just yelled, but his brain wasn’t working fast enough and his heart was too used to the ache that it couldn’t accept anything else.

“Great,” she huffed. “Now the entire school just heard me saying I want you and the best you can do is sit there and look at me with that dumb look on your face. This is just great.”

He didn’t let himself think this time. He didn’t care about the consequences and he didn’t care who saw, he just knew that he needed to kiss her. He stood up and pulled her with him before leaning down to capture her lips with his. She tensed in surprise before relaxing and responding to his movements. He held her tightly, as if she would disappear if he let her go. A loud roar erupted from their peers and even a few teachers, but they were in their own little world consisting of just the two of them. It felt like both only seconds and many hours before he had to pull away to breathe again and he was met with her hooded lids and swollen lips for the second time in his life.

“It’s about time, Huckleberry,” she whispered so that only he could hear.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for quite a few years now.”

5 Books on Writing That Every Writer Should Read

To be a better writer, there are really only things that you need to do: Read, and write. But that doesn’t mean that you can’t read about being a writer, and that having a well-rounded understanding of how writing “works” isn’t beneficial.

These 5 books were all assigned to me as a creative writing undergrad, and all have pieces of wisdom in them that have etched themselves so thoroughly into my consciousness that I feel like they’re all floating over my head while I’m writing.

While there are loads of other great books on writing, I specifically chose these because they aren’t all just saying “here’s how I write, you should do it too”—the topics of these books are very diverse!

  1. Reading Like A Writer  by Francine Prose: Like I said, the best thing you can do to be a better writer is read. But what does that mean? What should you read? Francine Prose (yes, that is her real last name, if you can even believe it!) helps you answer those questions, and shows how looking for certain things while you read and reread can strengthen your own writing. Check it!
  2. On Writing by Stephen King: This is the one book on my list that is saying “here’s how I write, you should too”. But Stephen King is basically the most prolific writer ever, so I was happy to listen to his advice. Two points of his really stuck with me: 1. Adverbs are lazy and 2. Sometimes the best thing you can do for a story is put it down for a long time—like, 6 months or a year—and come back to it with eyes so fresh that it’s like you’re editing someone else’s story. I’d be interested to know what points of his sticks with you guys!
  3. Bird by Bird  by Anne Lamott: I posted about this the other day, but this book is like my writing Bible. In fact, a friend of mine who doesn’t even write got to reading it, and he loved it, too. Basically if you’re a human with a goal, this book will help you. And Anne Lamott writes kinda like this wise, kind mother who isn’t afraid to also tell you what’s up. Whereas a lot of other books on writing are about the actual storytelling, I like this book because it’s more about the writer’s “lifestyle”. Go get it now so that we can gush together!
  4. The Philosophy of Composition by Edgar Allan Poe: This is actually just an essay, but considering that Poe is often credited with being the inventor of the modern short story, I had to include it on this list. It’s in this essay that Poe famously defined a short story as one that can be told in one sitting. Whereas King's On Writing is really “zoomed in” on topics like word choice, this essay is a high level, theoretical piece on what a story actually is. You can get it for 99 cents on Kindle, or, even better, read it as part of a collection of all of his stories… ugh, they’re SO good!!!
  5. Elements of Style  by Strunk & White: I cannot tell you how often I’ve received this little book as a gift—for high school graduation, for college graduation, and for many Christmases and birthdays. But it’s all good because it is kinda essential for a writer to have. Elements of Style is all about—gasp!—grammar. (I should probably give it a read-through again so that I can re-center and remember my grammatical skillz, actually!) Also, there are some cute versions out now that make it seem less snore-fest-y—I really want this illustrated copy!

If you read any of these books and post quotes from them on your Tumblr, tag them #yeahwritingbooks and I’ll reblog you! 

Green Eyes and Whispered Lies: Part 3

Summary: After leaving a cheating ex back in your hometown, you set out to California to become an intern for a magazine company. Instead of finding yourself pursuing a career in photography, you were now swamped with paperwork. How fun. Your life was about as dull as can be.That is, until you meet Dean Winchester: The man with bright green eyes, a guitar in his hands, and plenty of stories to tell.

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Notes: It will be stated down below again, but TAGS ARE NOW CLOSED. I am absolutely swamped with them, it’s a problem. There are gonna be pictures in this chapter as well (the ones the reader is taking) just so you know what’s going on.

Also, Sunday is going to be the update day for this series, and for anyone reading Mirror, Mirror, Friday is the update day for the series.

I hope you enjoy, and thank you for reading. <3

Tags: at the bottom!

Word Count: 1192

Song: Wild - Bonnie and Clyde

Warnings: there’s a bit of angst (if you squint), but other than that, it’s nasty fluff and Dean being adorable.

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You found yourself waiting at the windowsill for Dean every single morning. Seeing him had become a part of your morning routine, but he also became your friend, and you were grateful for that. He had always brought a smile to your face, even on your worst days. On said worst days, he never forced you to talk and promised he would be there for you, and it cast some sunlight on your gloomy heart.

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Worth It - Calum Hood One Shot

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Author: Julia

A/N: I really enjoyed writing this one, so I hope you enjoy reading it. not edited

Content Warning: swearing, relationship anxiety (I guess idk), and Arzaylea (ik a lot of y'all hate her)

Summary: (Y/N) and Calum have been very close for six months, but with (Y/N)’s trust issues, Calum’s sweet gesture, threatens their relationship.

Things have been going great with Calum, too great in fact. It’s only a matter of time before he realizes I’m not good enough for him, and he leaves me. But I’m going to enjoy my time with him, while I still can, we’ve been… very close friends for eight months, it’s going to happen anytime now.

He’s flown me out to see him on tour almost ten times, and I usually stay 2-5 days at a time. His friends are so sweet, they always keep me up to date on their weird inside jokes, and include me whenever they want to go out. Its almost like I’ve got this whole group of friends, I’m not used to that. I’m sure they’re just being nice for Cal’s sake.

Its 4AM here in LA, but I’m wide awake watching Calum’s beautiful face as he’s sound asleep. That sounds so creepy, but with his arms wrapped securely around my waist I can’t move, leaving me no choice but to watch his perfect features. His full lips move every so often, and his eyes squeeze shut, pulling his eyebrows together. I’ve already kissed his soft lips this morning, several times if I’m being honest, I just feel like I can’t get enough of him.

I don’t know what I’m going to fo when he finally gets rid of Me. I stupidly let myself get attached to him, my one rule with guys, and I broke it. But how could I not get attached when he has been the only person, ever, to treat Me like I belong, and like I matter. Just the way he looks at me makes me the happiest girl in the world.

We met back in Australia, he had gotten separated from his security, and because he was so far from home, he had no idea were he was. He was outside a bakery I love, and there were fans and paparazzi everywhere. I was trying to get inside, an impossible task through the ocean of people, and once I finally got to the front of the crowd, some girl shoved me, making me fall by Cal’s feet. He helped me up, and told the girl that it was rude of her to do that.

Because I knew my way around, I helped him back to his hotel, and we ended up hanging out for an hour before his security showed up at the hotel looking for him. Neither of us really wanted to go, but he had to get to the venue for his show that night, so we traded numbers. We ended up talking daily for about a month, and then he invited me to Italy to see them play, our relationship just blossomed from there. Now eight months later, here I am wrapped up in his arms in some fancy LA hotel.

Now that my bladder is starting to hurt from holding it, I had no real choice but to chance waking Calum to get up. I lightly grabbed his wrist, moving off the top of my waist and to his side, then quickly got up and ran to the bathroom.

As I walked out of the bathroom, I noticed Cal sitting up and looking around the room, with a confused look across his face. “Did I wake you?” I ask apologetically, sitting in bed next to him. A sleepy smile found his lips as he fully opened his eyes, and saw me. He didn’t answer though, just pulled me into his chest and laid us both back down.

I chuckled, but chose to let the comfortable silence remain. About five minutes later he finally spoke in his gruff morning voice. “You didn’t wake me baby girl. Your absence did.” His soft lips brushed lightly against my neck as he spoke, sending chills through my body. “I’m not used to sleeping without you.” he added on.

I rolled in his arms to face him “You sleep without me more often than you do.” I laughed, kissing his nose. His beautiful chocolate eyes were dancing with amusement as he looked my face over “Maybe so. But when you’re here, and not next me, my body knows it.” He raised his eyebrows cheekily, pulling me even closer to him.

I laughed shaking my head “I don’t think that’s how that works, Cal.” His beautiful smile was making me feel like a little school girl who has a crush. Although I might as well be, I do like him more than anyone I’ve eber met. “It is baby girl, I just know it.” I bit my lip, holding back a giggle “Whatever you say babe.” I kissed him, and escaped from his grip.

“I need a shower.” I explain, seeing the sad look on his face. He rolled out of bed and followed me in to the bathroom. “Let me help with that.” he winked slapping my ass.

The rest of the day was a lazy day, we only left the room to go visit everyone in Michael’s room. “The cool people are here! Let the fun begin!” Cal announced as we walked in to the room. I shook my head at him, and decided to sit with Ashton, and Luke’s girlfriend: Bryana, and Arzaylea.

“Where have you two been all day?” Bryana joked, nudging my shoulder with her own. “Back in his room. Nothing too dirty, get your head out of the gutted Bry.” I joked, smiling as the two girls laughed. “Are you two coming out with us tonight then? Everyone is going, and two of Michael’s friends are tagging along.” Arzaylea asked nodding to Michael and the two people I don’t know. I looked over to Calum, who hadn’t mentioned anything about wanting to go out tonight “I’m not sure. I’ll ask Cal. He didn’t say anything about going out tonight.” I motion to Cal who is now smiling over at us.

I got up and walked over to Calum who’s talking to Ashton by the mini bar. “Hey baby girl.” he smiles at me once I get to his side. “Hey. Hi Ashton.” I smile at Ash who’s smiling back at me. I turned back to Calum and wrap my arms around his waist, and kiss his cheek. “Are we going out tonight? Bryana and Arzaylea were wondering.” he nods down at me, and kisses me. “I was thinking we could. But we don’t have to?” he asks, sweetly.

“No I want to, I just wanted to know if I should go get ready with the girls.” he smiles, and agrees, as I leave his side to go get ready with th girls. We only have an hour, and I haven’t even done more than a bun with my hair today.

An hour later, the girls and I walked back into Michael’s room, meeting the boys who are all ready.

Leaving the hotel was awful -as usual- there were fans, and paps everywhere. And again, as usual, questions were being shouted left and right at everyone, mostly to Cal, Ashton, and Luke about the girls and I. But even when we were asked questions, we didn’t answer, it’s impossible to say the right thing.

The club we’re going to is only two blocks away, so the nine of us in our group decided to walk. The most annoying part of this plan is that means fans and paps will follow us. Even with security, we’re still going to get followed.

Luckily Calum knows all the questions, and yelling gives me anxiety, so he held my hand the whole way there. Ten minutes later, we were at the club, getting right inside as the boys are who they are. We didn’t stay as long as usual, only a few hours, enough to have drinks and hang out for a while.

Around 2AM we all left feeling exhausted. Not as many paps were outside, but still enough to follow us. LA seemed to be even more crowded at night than during the day, making everything more annoying in mg tipsy state. All the boys, minus Calum and Ashton were messing around, pushing each other around, and just being obnoxious in general.

We had to stop at a cross walk, as there were dozons of cars driving by quickly. One of Michael’s friends yelled something, making me turn to see what it was, when someone fell into me. I fell backwards, and almost into the street, but something broke my fall moving me out of the way.

I turned to look behind me, and saw Calum sitting centimeters from a taxi, blocking me from the car. Both of us stood, taking a step on the sidewalk, the boys started praising Calum, pulling him away from me leaving me to walk alone on the sidewalk.

Everyone started walking again, the boys were a buzzing about Calum and what he’d just done for me. But all I can think about is that this stupid boy just threw himself between me and a car.

We were only two minutes from the hotel how, the boys were still in front talking, and now the girls were asking if I was okay. I just nodded, wrapping my arms around myself like I’m cold. Once we got back to the hotel, everyone split up, some went to the hotel bar, some to the gym to fight, leaving Cal and I in the elevator alone. “Are you okay baby girl? I was trying to ask but none of them would shut up!” I nodded, saying nothing and walking in front of him once the elevator stopped on his floor. Sadly, because I got to the room before him, I had to wait because he had the key card.

“Babe?” he asked scanning the card, opening the door. I walked in, walking straight to the bathroom to take off my makeup. “(Y/N)? What’s wrong?” he asks confused, watching me through the mirror. .“I gotta go home in the morning.” I mumble, throwing the makeup remover pad in the trash. “What? No! Why? You’re supposed to stay for two more days.” he turned me so I was looking at him, I did my best not to cry, that would only make things worse.

“Calum I’m going home. I knew this wouldn’t work. I was stupid to even pretend it would!” I snapped. In the few seconds that followed I saw hurt, confusion, and sadness cross his face. I had to look away, because it hurt knowing I caused him to feel those things. “W-what did I do?” sadness dripped from his voice as his grip on my arm loosened.

“I just can’t Cal. You’re so stupid, but so so sweet and I don’t deserve you. I’m not going to be the person that you stupidly try to save every time I get hurt. I’m not letting you do it.” I swatted at the tears falling from my eyes as a look of understanding crossed his face “You’re mad I didn’t let that car almost hit you?” I looked up to his sad, yet almost amused face.

“Its not your job to save me!” I mumbled angrily, looking away from him again. “(Y/N) I like you a lot. Okay?” he lifted my chin so I was looking at his soft eyes. “I know you don’t want to have someone treat you like the princess you are.Or maybe you think you don’t deserve it. I don’t know, but like you a lot. I have since the second I met you, and I want nothing more than for you to be my girlfriend.. But I know you don’t want to get hurt.” He frowned, moving his hand so our fingers were interlocked “I’ll never let anything or anyone hurt you. Please let me be that for you?” he ran the pad of his thumb across my cheek, wiping away my tears

I just nodded, resting my head onto his shoulder, wrapping my arms around him. “Please?” He asks again. I look up to to his soft eyes, and kiss him. “Okay.” I smile weakly “But don’t you ever do anything like this again, Calum. I wont let you get hurt either.” 

“Baby girl, why are you so mad that I helped you?” I shook my head, as he picked me up bridal style, walking to the bed, sitting with me on his lap. “Hmm?” He prompts. I look into his eyes and give him the complete truth “I’m not used to people caring about me.” I whisper, looking away from him quickly.

“Well get used to his baby girl. Because you can’t stop me from caring.” He kissed my temple, holding me close to him. “So will you be mine?” He asks, moving my face to look at his. I nod shyly, only seconds later he kissed me. “I love you (Y/N) (Y/L/N).” 

Fic: Klaine Advent Day 5: “Escape”

Summary: Blaine doesn’t know a lot about NYADA, except that his roommate insists it’s a school for magic.

A/N: Part of a continuous story in 24 chapters I’ll be writing this month. I promised myself I’d stay under 3,000 words for this one so naturally it ended up being 3,020. Sigh. ANYWAY: here, have some plot! At last! :D Things are happening! (Minimally edited, I’ll clean this up and put it on the AO3 after the challenge is over.) I’d also like to thank everyone who’s been reading and leaving messages or awesome tags, I hope you all have a great December. (And if you’re not reading I still hope you have a great December! Great Decembers for everyone!) <3

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Blaine wakes up early on Sunday morning, too early considering how late it was before he went to bed and that he’d been up since before five on Saturday.

He stretches until he feels his joints pop, yawns widely. He still feels almost pleasantly exhausted, morning-lazy and warm and comfortable under the covers.

Kurt stayed late last night. They watched some TV and then just talked for hours. Blaine offered him the couch when they finally noticed how late it was, so he didn’t have to make his way home through the night all by himself. But Kurt insisted he didn’t mind, put on his shoes, a thoughtful and far-away expression on his face while Blaine watched. He’d wanted to hug him goodbye, but hadn’t known if it was okay. They’ll work up to it, he’s sure of it.

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Pickled Mushrooms

Art by: 蘇子蕪 | 犬かご                                                           edit by: me

Oh, and thanks for the welcome back.”

“I’m back,”

“No, that’s what I say, stupid!”

“Did you beat the demon?”

“No, I lost and it ate me.”

“Oh, that’s too bad.”

A dumb fluff fic by me for KagoMay.

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