# if n=12

So, Voltron has EIGHT Seasons, at the very least.

8 seasons. seasons= 7 letters. 8 + 7 = 15. And we are meant to have 5 paladins. 15 + 5 = 20

If we follow the letters in the word ‘paladin’ and each letter corresponds to a number (A=1, B=2, etc.)

P=16, A=1, L=12, A=1, D=4, I=9, N=14

16+1+12+1+4+9+14=57

And if we add these to the previous number… 57+20= 77

Coran and Allura were in that pod for 10,000 years. If we divide 10,000 by 77, we get 129.87 aka 130.

If we subtract the 7 main characters, as well as Zarkon and Haggar- which makes 9 characters in total- from the 130 we have, we will get 121.

As you can guess, a phrase can be made from those numbers, if we follow the sequence accordingly.

K=11, L=12, A=1, N=14, C=3, E=5

I=9, S=19

C=3, A=1, N=14, O=15, N=14

11+12+1+14+3+5+9+19+3+1+14+15+14 = 121

## so what i’m saying is

Reasons why you should date a girl with chub

1) v soft n v cute
2) lots of skin so lots of tickles
3) did I mention soft?
4) big jumpers for smol partners
5) thighs for days
6) bellies r cute
7) warm hugs
8) funny faces if squished
9) girls w/ chub r cute end of story
10) also curvy as heck so niiiice
11) bouncy
12) soft n cute
13) we have good jumpers
14) because we’re people and we deserve to be loved

………………………..wholesome

## NEW RECORD: BTS rank N° 12 for the most streamed artist on Spotify since album release gathering +5.7M streams.

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Noragami Ep. 9  Name

gifset per episode → [9/12]

A/N: Okay ya’ll there is at least going to have to be a part 2 to this because it’s getting so long. I’ve had this idea brewing for a while, so let me know what you think! (And watch for part 2 later this week)

You stepped out of the elevator, your bright lapis blue suede high heels clicking softly with each step. You were wearing the usual on top – a fitted black dress, as was dress code. Today, your dress had triangular shaped mesh cut outs. Might as well go out with a bang, you thought whilst dressing yourself this morning. Your gold necklace continued to bounce with each step you took as you approached the corner that would take you directly past the boss’s office.

N°12 in the Jibcon 2017 edit spam - Saturday Panels: J2 Morning

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Sneak Pt. 1 [M]

Genre: Graphic smut, this is pure filth, i am not sorry, ceo!namjoon

Word Count: 5.3k

A/N: this shoot had me feeling all sorts of ways. don’t tempt me into making this a series because i very well could lol oops rip me. Also, this is unedited. I will be coming back to it to make edits once I finally sleep

You stood behind the podium and stared out into the boardroom. The group of unamused business men clad in suits that costs 6 months of your rent stared back at you. The youthful face of the CEO stood out amongst the wrinkled frowns of everyone else in the room. You tried not to stare, or at least not let him notice you were staring. You had been working for this corporation for 3 months but you still hadn’t gotten used to the idea that Namjoon was your boss. Granted, there weren’t many CEO’s in their 20’s anyway.

But he was handsome. His dirty blonde hair always sat messily upon his head. Thick black framed glasses sat perfectly on his face while two dimples frame the sides of his perfect lips. Not that you had notice his perfect lips to begin with. Namjoon was your boss, a mantra that you had to remind yourself on a daily basis because if it weren’t for that then you would certainly be wanting to get him in the supply closet. But Namjoon was your boss.

Taking a deep breath, you started your presentation. It seemed like all the knowledge your fancy degree had given you went out the window as soon as you started to speak. You weren’t even sure if it was english, but before you knew it you had reached the last slide. Silence filled the room as the men in suits took in the last of your words. “Any questions?” you asked.

There was no response. Just pairs of empty eyes staring back at you. The overwhelming feeling of failure creeped into your bones as you stood awkwardly in place, unsure of what to do. Finally, the grumpiest of all the men raised an eyebrow and started to speak, “How is this relevant to our company? The ideas you are proposing are very provocative, but we don’t run the business this way. It seems a little out of reach, don’t you think?”

Masterlist

#James talk (x): Just a place to discuss James Potter. Thoughts, headcanons, fangirling, you name it.

#Remus talk (x)Just a place to discuss Remus John Lupin. Thoughts, headcanons, fangirling, you name it.

#Sirius talk (x): Just a place to discuss Sirius Orion Black. Thoughts, headcanons, fangirling, you name it.

#Draco talk (x): Just a place to discuss Draco Lucius Malfoy. Thoughts, headcanons, fangirling, you name it.

#Dirty talk (NSFW) (x): Discussions about the HP boys (Mainly the marauders and Draco) where things get a bit naughty. 😈

## M a r a u d e r s   E r a

A muggle?: (Unrequested) Y/N is introduced to the marauders through a childhood friend.

It’s Me (Part 2 to ‘A Muggle?’): (Requested) Y/N’s first ever Movie night with the marauders.

I Think We’re In Trouble (Part 3 to ‘A Muggle?’/’It’s Me’): (Requested) Y/N has a Pillow war with the marauders.

All I Need (Part 4 to ‘A Muggle?’/’It’s Me’/’I Think We’re In Trouble’): (Requested) Y/N gets asked on a date and the marauders are not having it.

It Meant Something (Part 5 to ‘A Muggle?’/’It’s Me’/’I Think We’re In Trouble’/All I Need’): (Requested) The marauders apparently didn’t learn their lesson, and decide to meddle with Y/N’s love life a little more.

-  R e m u s   L u p i n

Saturday: (Unrequested) Realization hits Remus in the best way.

La Vie En Rose: (Requested) Remus changes Y/N’s life for the better.

I’d Like That: (Requested) Remus is given the task of giving a tour to a feisty new student.

Flustered (Blurb): (Requested) Remus and his secret girlfriend are caught in a compromising position.

Vulnerable: (Requested) Sirius’s twin sister seeks advice after another unsatisfying one-night stand, but there might be something more to her problem.

-  S i r i u s   B l a c k

Lil Sirius Blurb: (Unrequested) Prompt: “I’ll protect you.” “From What?” “I don’t know. Anything.”

Today’s The Day: (Requested) Sirius tries once again to work up the courage to ask out his crush.

12 Years (Post Azkaban): (Requested) Y/N spent the last 12 years trying to accept the fact that Sirius was never coming back. Right when she begins to give up hope, he shows up.

Let’s Have One: (Requested) Sirius and Y/N are asked to babysit Y/N’s baby cousin.

This Whole Time: (Unrequested) Sirius is in love with his best friend, who doesn’t seem to know that.

Perfect: (Unrequested) Based on Ed Sheeran’s “Perfect.”

Clueless: (Requested) Sirius makes a mistake, hurting his best friend, and realizing he feels a little something more in the process.

I’m With You: (Requested) Sirius saves Y/N from an unhealthy relationship and new feelings are brought about in the process.

50+ Reasons: (Requested) Sirius knows what he wants, whether he is drunk or sober.

-  J a m e s  P o t t e r

‘S Your Name Isn’t It?: (Unrequested) James and Y/N are left alone together for the first time.

Right Here: (Unrequested) James gets back from a rough quidditch practice. Fluff ensues.

## G o l d e n   T r i o   E r a

-  H a r r y   P o t t e r

I’m Tough: (Requested) Harry’s girlfriend get’s into a little scuffle with Pansy.

-  D r a c o   M a l f o y

Then Let’s Dance: (Unrequested) Draco and Y/N spend the holidays together.

Expectations: (Unrequested) An insight as to what it’s really like bing best friends with Draco Lucius Malfoy.

Something to Fuss Over: (Requested) Draco falls in love with a muggleborn and tries to push his feelings away.

That Tosser: (Requested) Draco becomes jealous when he reads his best friend’s journal.

I Know: (Requested) Draco’s best friend shows him something wonderful, leading Draco to an important realization. (Told from Draco’s P.O.V.)

-  F r e d   W e a s l e y

It Will All Be Okay: (Requested) Fred grows tired of having to sneak around with his Slytherin girlfriend.

-  C e d r i c   D i g g o r y

Birthday Blurb: (Unrequested) Ced surprises the reader for their birthday.

Ghost Messenger

Words: 11.8k
Genre: Fluff, Angst

8:34 am. Y/N: I hope you have a really great day today! Remember to eat and don’t overwork yourself! If you need anything, I’m just a simple text away! :)

8:45 am. Hyunwoo: Yup.

Namjoon smacks his head on his desk, his phone falling through his fingers and onto the wooden surface. He begins to feel his throat tighten from guilt but he suppresses it, inhaling a large breath as he sits up. He shifts the phone aside and opens the file folder, pages and pages of old text messages printed out in front of him. Before noon today, Namjoon has to read all of them and find out the client, Hyunwoo’s, texting habits and mannerisms in order to mimic.

8:34 am. Y/N: I hope you have a good day today too! I know you’re probably really busy today so don’t worry about giving me a call. I’m doing fine here. Good luck on your meeting with the shareholders! Dad mentioned it yesterday so I just wanted to wish you luck. :)

Namjoon can’t fathom how you manage to send a text every single day at the exact same time. What he also doesn’t understand is how your fiancé can consider it annoying or clingy. If anything it’s kind of swee- ding!

Did You See?

Author’s Note: lord i am so glad someone requested Jongin fluff so i could make up for the torture that is Mourning Air. this is a gift for @kpopandlock and i hope hope hope i have done this justice. romance comes very hard for me unless theres chapters of tension and build up, so i hope this makes every Nini stan swoon just a tiny bit <3 enjoy loves!

Summary: every day, you fall a little bit more in love with your best friend, Jongin. everyday, you ache for him. everyday, you miss all the signs of something he’s been trying to tell you.

Rating: PG-13

Word Count: 3,068

Nini[2:06 AM]: you up?

Y/N[2:08 AM]: yeah why

Nini[2:08 AM]: are you hungry?

Y/N[2:10 AM]: !!! diner run? :)

Nini[2:11 AM]: i have a better idea ;)

Y/N[2:12 AM]: better than 2AM waffles?? D:

Nini[2:13 AM]: promise to keep an open mind

Y/N[2:14 AM]: nini it’s too early…or late idk to be open minded~~

Nini[2:15 AM]: ok then be spontaneous

Y/N[2:16 AM]: what are you suggesting

Nini[2:18 AM]: cheesesteaks

Y/N[2:18 AM]: im not fucking cooking at 2 in the morning, are you high

Nini[2:20 AM]: nooo let’s go GET them i know an amazing food truck in philly

Y/N[2:21 AM]: are you driving?

Nini[2:21 AM]: as long as you DJ

Y/N[2:22 AM]: come pick me up~~ <3

Nini[2:23 AM]: that’s my girl! be there in 10

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Something is off- part 12

A/N: Hope you like it! Hoseok will tell her next chapter, what do you think will happen? Tell me your thoughts! Requests are open!

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Silence Pt.3

Warnings: ANGST, language (is that even a warning? it just says bitch.)

Request/Summary: After Sam and Dean read through their sister journal they uncover something they didn’t want to know. Dean confronts her in a not so passive way.

Characters: Sam and Dean Winchester, Sister!Reader Winchester.

Word Count: 1,001

Age:12-16

Finally after a long unbearable silence  you managed to grasp a question. “What?” You spluttered out. Your voice came out quiet and hoarse. You saw as your brothers faces changed from worried and mad to surprised, and you had to say you were surprised too, this was the first time you spoke in nearly three whole months now. Although it was just a word it was a big step. You were so overwhelmed you forgot about the deep fear of speaking you had had for the past weeks. Dean stood there ogling at you, until his face contorted into one of disgust and hatred. You felt as your heart sank, never had he looked at you the way he was now.

“Great. You can speak now.” He spat walking closer to you, he gave you the journal which had little indents of where his fingers where grabbing it tightly “You seem confused, let me explain. See the other night after you had your little break down Sammy found your oh-so-precious journal of yours and realized that maybe that might tell us what had happened to you, but then of course we found something you probably didn’t want us to see.”

Sammy? You knew he had something to do with all of this but Dean was one thing, you’d expect this from him. He looks through your stuff all the time, but Sammy? Sammy respects your privacy, he’s the one that listen to you and is patient and simple cares for you, or so you thought. You looked over at him, and he just avoided your gaze, his face was one of pure guilt. You shook your head disappointedly and looked back at Dean, who maintained his strong stance and stared at you.

“Now I’m gonna ask you one more time. Did. You. Kill. Those. People?” He said, punctuating each word, you glared at him as you slowly began to walk backwards as he moved towards you cornering you. You were such a coward, hiding from your brother. You were strong, you saved the world, but right at this moment you felt like an idiot.

“No.” You said in a monotone voice and stood your ground. Although you looked brave, in the inside you were nothing but a complete mess.

“No? That’s all you have to say? I don’t believe you.” He said lowering his voice so only you could hear him, he seemed so mad you could swear he was going to hit you, “I don’t even know why you’re still here. You’re nothing but a lying bitch.” Dean, your Dean said. He wasn’t possessed, or a shift shaper or something like that. This was your older brother, who has protected you with all his life, now telling you to leave.

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no, thank you

The wedding night

(A/N): I’m in dire need of Bucky fluff so

Summary: The telling of (Y/N)’s and Bucky’s big night

Warnings: fluff?

Tags: @mcuimxginem @ifoundlove-x0vanessa0x, @saradi1018, @holland-toms, @superwholockian309, @fly-f0rever, @capbuckthor, @livandlilah

Bucky Barnes couldn’t believe it, he was officially married. After years, many, many years of waiting he finally got the happy ending he wanted; a family, a home, stability. Not only that but he got to experience it with the most beautiful human in the galaxy, (Y/N). Truthfully, had it been anyone else Bucky wouldn’t be we’re he was right now, holding his spouse’s hand as they chatted merrily with their table and graciously ate food. But (Y/N) had enraptured him the moment he set eyes on them, from those dazzling eyes to that shy smile and with their more than beautiful personality. He would have been crazy not to fall in love, he’d have been crazy not to get down on one knee and ask for their hand in marriage but he had and he could never, ever regret it-

“Buck,” (Y/N) smiles at him, nudging his side gently. That snapped Bucky out of his momentary reverie as he jolted forward in his seat, looking at (Y/N) earnestly.

“Yeah? Hmm?” (Y/N) smiles at him as they take his hand, pressing a gentle kiss to his knuckles.

"First dance, remember?“ Bucky looks at them, looks at their lips and their gorgeous smile, he looks at them as though he’s looking at them for the first time. He notices the way their eyes shine under the beautiful lights, or the way their teeth nearly glitter against their lips, or the way their nose scrunched up as they smiled beautifully, he notices the way their hair is styled, so beautiful and meticulous, and then he notices their hands, one of them with a plain silver band across it, showing the world that (Y/N) was Bucky’s just as much as Bucky was (Y/N)’s.

"Yeah,” Bucky breathes out softly, unable to tear his eyes away from (Y/N)’s gorgeous face. “Yeah our first dance,” (Y/N) smiles at him as they run their thumb along his knuckle, and even though Bucky was unable to feel it he could only guess how amazing it felt against the cold metal plates. A soft tune fills the air and that’s when it hits him, the song, the old lively tune, a song he once used to know all the words to. "Glenn miller?“ Bucky questions, his eyes glued to the blush that dusted (Y/N)’s cheeks.

"Yeah, Steve said you used to love him,” Bucky chuckles as he squeezes (Y/N)’s hand gently, pressing a kiss of his own to their knuckles

. “I still do sweetcheeks,” Bucky stands, bringing his beautiful spouse with him. “Live band and everything?”

"Recordings don’t do it justice,“ Bucky smiles as they make their way to the dance floor, the band all playing their tune and glancing up from their work to eye the newlyweds every now and then. With a gentle smile Bucky pulls (Y/N) close, his hands settled on their waist comfortably.

"I haven’t danced in years,” (Y/N) smiles at him as they snake their arms around his neck, running their fingers through the strands at the nape of his neck.

“Neither have I,” (Y/N) smiles as the two glide around almost effortlessly, as though they had already done this a million times.

“70 years (Y/N), how long has it been for you?” (Y/N) laughs as they rest their forehead against Bucky’s, their noses barely touching.

"Not that long old man,“ Bucky chuckles as he holds (Y/N) a little closer, wanting every part of their body to be touching his.

"Says the kid who married me,"

“hmm, touché,” (Y/N) smirks as they close their eyes, swaying with Bucky smoothly across the floor, making their way about the dance floor slowly but surely.

“Isn’t this supposed to be all serious and sentimental?” (Y/N) asks after a bit of silence. Bucky laughs as he rubs his nose against (Y/N)’s causing the latter to giggle softly.

"This is perfectly sentimental thank you very much. Would you rather I stare at you intently and say nothing?“

"God no,” (Y/N) laughs, “that’d be creepy,"

"my point proved,” Bucky whispers as the song slowly draws to a quiet murmur, slowly but surely starting to come to and end. Bucky smiles gently as he closes the distance between (Y/N) and himself, sealing their lips together gently, much to the delight of their wedding guests. Everyone claps and cheers, making the two newlywed a giggle with delight. "See, perfectly sentimental,“ Bucky whispers as the two go back and take their seats, smiling at each other breathlessly, with eyes full Of such love and adoration. (Y/N) hums as they nod, their eyes practically glued to Bucky.

"Yeah, perfectly sentimental,"

The rest of the wedding was spent drinking and eating and chatting amongst friends and family. At one point every single avenger had gotten up and danced to some god awful contemporary song ( (Y/N) included) and danced their merry little hearts out while Bucky sat back and watched his friends and his spouse dance together.

God- (Y/N) was so beautiful. It didn’t matter how many times he saw them, every time he laid eyes on them his heart swelled with so much joy and happiness. How could someone like (Y/N) have ever picked him? He was a mess, he had much more emotional baggage than was healthy, he was broken and damaged, for fucks sake sometimes he couldn’t even shower without proper help but (Y/N) came along and accepted him despite his flaws- in fact they embraced them, they made Bucky feel like a normal person for the first time in years. They knew all about his past and problems, they knew what he had done and yet here they were, dancing at their wedding.

“Hey Soldier,” (Y/N) smiles at him breathlessly, little beads of sweat decorating their forehead. “You gonna come dance with me or what?”

“Not like that I’m not,” Bucky snorts, folding his arms over his chest as he leans back into his chair, content to just look and stare at (Y/N).

“What’s wrong with my dancing?” (Y/N) asks as they give a little shimmy, making the supersoldier laugh loudly.

“Exactly that,”

“Come on,” (Y/N) shimmied closer to him, smirking as he laughed some more. “I know you want to,”

“I really don’t,”

“You really do,” (Y/N) shimmied some more, only a few inches away from Bucky.

“Oh my god, if you stop with that god awful shimmy I’ll come dance with you,” (Y/N) stopped immediately, smiling at Bucky happily. With a sigh of resignation Bucky clambered from his seat, gratefully taking (Y/N)’s hand as they guided him to the dance floor and that’s when (Y/N) began to dance again, at least ten times worse than before.

“No,” Bucky laughed, as (Y/N) danced horribly, one leg up here, an arm there, some shimmying there. “Oh my god it’s so bad,”

“Dance with me,” (Y/N) manages to state before their own smile overpowers them, making them halt in their dancing.

“I can’t possibly compare to whatever that was-”

“Come on- I’ll show you,” Bucky laughed as (Y/N) danced again, only much slower this time.

“Okay, okay, I think I got it,” Bucky began to follow along (Y/N)’s ‘dance’ moves, laughing so hard he could barely keep his balance but before he knew it (Y/N) had joined back in with him and they were dancing, if one could even call it that. Alongside the couple the dance floor was packed, each square inch covered in dancing bodies.

“God we look like idiots,” Bucky laughs as the song ends, leaving everyone to still and pant to regain their breath and energy.

“Yeah, but we’re each other’s idiots,” Bucky smiles at (Y/N) as he takes their hand, pressing a soft kiss to their knuckles.

“Yeah we are,”

The rest of the night had gone by in a blur, there was food and drinks, there was some delicious desert, but most of all there had been (Y/N), Bucky’s sweet, beautiful (Y/N). Even if everything else that night had been a bit of a haze (Y/N) was always there, always so vibrant against the blurred memories. And now (Y/N) was beside Bucky, smiling at him as Tony’s limo drove them to some mysterious honeymoon get away. It was obvious in the way their eyes dropped that they were getting tired, or the way they started to slowly lean on Bucky for support but Bucky didn’t mind, having (Y/N) fall asleep on him wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world.

“You can go to sleep,” Bucky whispers as he reaches over to tuck a strand of hair behind (Y/N)’s ear, smiling when they yawned just a bit.

“What about nothing. You danced that cute little ass of yours off tonight, no wonder you’re so tired,” (Y/N) smiled sleepily as they leaned on Bucky, smacking their lips as they curl up against him.

“Wake me up when we get to the hotel?” Bucky hums as he presses a kiss to (Y/N)’s forehead.

“Of course doll,”

Bucky was lying when he said he’d wake (Y/N) up, they looked far too peaceful like this, it’d be a shame to disrupt it. So instead of wake sleeping beauty Bucky managed to slide his arms around them as maneuver them out of the car, intact might he add. He even made it up 12 floors and managed to open the hotel room before (Y/N) finally jostled awake, groaning softly as Bucky set them down on the luxurious bed Tony had booked for them.

“Buck?”

“Yeah baby?”

"What are you doing?"

"I’m gonna change really quick, that okay with you?”

“Can you help me too?” Bucky smiles at (Y/N)’s sleepy tone as he nods, giving their hand a gentle squeeze,

"of course doll,“ (Y/N) hums softly as they smile at Bucky, allowing themself to snuggle down into the sheets as Bucky trudged to the bathroom to change.

He’d worn a complex Black suit with so many layers and buttons that Bucky could barely figure out how to get it off much less put it on but with a bit of struggling Bucky managed to shrug the suit off and place it on the counter, leaving it for later. He would take care of it tomorrow but for now all he wanted to do was curl up with (Y/N) and sleep for 12 hours. So with sudden heavy limbs and a warm smile Bucky waddled back to the bedroom, to where (Y/N) Barnes lay.

”(Y/N),“ Bucky whispered as he gently shook (Y/N)’s shoulder. ”(Y/N), I gotta help you outta your clothes doll,“ (Y/N) grumbles softly as they shifted their position, slowly sitting up to allow Bucky to help them out of their complicated outfit. Bucky wiggled them out of their clothes, eyeing their body as he did. They were so beautiful- every part of them, from their collarbones, to their hips, down the faint stretchmarks that marked their thighs but Bucky loved it all, every single piece of them.

"You’re so beautiful,” Bucky whispered as he leaned forward, gently kissing along (Y/N)’s neck. It wasn’t full of hunger and lust like it usually was rather full of sheer love and adoration for the human before him. (Y/N) sighed softly as Bucky wiggled their clothes down their legs, leaving them at the foot of the bed.

"Shouldn’t we pick those up-“ (Y/N) began but Bucky cut them short when he dragged them down, pulling a blanket over them in the process.

"We can take care of that stuff later,” Bucky murmured as he kissed (Y/N)’s neck gently. There was once again no hunger or lust to it, not tonight, Tonight was different. Usually Bucky would be dying to bury himself deep within (Y/N), to suckle on that neck until it was bruised purple but tonight all he wanted to do was kiss (Y/N) and hold them, show them how much he loved them.

“I love you,” Bucky whispers as he kisses (Y/N)’s collarbones, only breaking long enough to murmur to them.

“I love you too Buck,”

“Gonna buy you a nice house, something cute and small, I’ll fix up the lights, mow the lawn, you can buy a dog,”

“Mh,” (Y/N) hums, smiling sleepily as Bucky kissed his way along their body. “Let me guess, you’ll fix the plumbing too?"

"I would, I’d fix up the flooring and the walls, we could paint together,”

“We both know nothing would get done if we tried to paint together,"

"We could learn how to bake,"

"Bucky Barnes, I’d like to see you try to cook ramen-"

"We could go to bookstores and parks, we could walk our 3 dogs and-”

“And then ever night we’d fall into bed together, hold each other all night long and talk about our future?” Bucky smiles as he looks at (Y/N), sweet, beautiful, sleepy (Y/N). He’d never been more in love than he was right now, tangled up with the person he wanted to spend the rest of his life with, talking about the life he had always wanted. With soft lips Bucky kisses them, conveying his every emotion in one gesture.

“Damn straight,”

## 12 Hot N’ Steamy Memies For Your Weenies

A/N: Okay, I already know this sucks so I’m terribly sorry, but my friend said it doesn’t sooo… I don’t have much to say this time, so yall know to get this to 100 notes and send in some feedback for the next part. Again, I’m sorry for this shitty chapter, but I hope y'all enjoy💕

**WARNING**: Draaammaaa

## One/ Two/ Three/ Four/Five/Six/Seven/Eight/Nine/Ten/Eleven/Twelve/Thirteen/Fourteen/FifteenSixteen/ Seventeen/ Eighteen/ Nineteen/Twenty{END}

The sound of Calum’s phone ringing reverberated around the white walls of the hotel room. He ignored it at first, but soon remembered that he wasn’t the only one in the room the second he felt your warm breath against his neck. He reached to grab his phone from the bedside table and answered without checking the caller ID.

“Hello?” He sighed out, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

“Hey, Calum, how’s it going?”

“Besides the fact it’s nearly four in the morning, I’ve been doing well.”

“It’s almost one in the afternoon, mate.”

“I’m in London.” Calum groaned.“Did you need anything, David?”

“Well, we have some issues we need to discuss concerning this new "gold digger” of yours. Care to fill me in?“