no idea how this turned out so not shaky

The rest of the scene took very little time. haha but yeah here’s an idea of what the process looks when animating a scene like this from the start to the final result for the line animation. (not including coloring or effects of course) 

Usually you’d make at least the perspective line/bg and animate the character on top of it, but lol I have such a clear idea in my head that I kinda do it out of order. but that’s ok I think? it turned out exactly how I wanted it, so haha lol idk. XD 

Once you add some shakies and camera movements, the scene sure gets a lot more interesting huh? XD

The Target - Lucaya AU Part One

Hey, it’s Maya back with another AU! So, this is going to have (I think) 2 or 3 parts to this au, and basically it’s about Lucas and Maya being enemies from different organizations. Lucas is hired to hunt Maya down, gain her trust, and turn her over to his bosses, who plan to kill her. But will Lucas fall for Maya? And if so, this is a dangerous- and deadly- flaw in his master plan, and his fate, as well as Maya’s could hang in the balance. 

Well, tell me what you think, and if you want a part two! I’m really excited for this!! 

Dedicated to: @wickeryburning

I remembered what my job was. Hunting down Maya Hart was just part of it. To earn this money- my payment- I had to turn her over.

I spotted her, the new girl, the target of my interest for the past two months, and a malicious smile lifted one corner of my mouth as she flipped her blonde hair over one shoulder.

“Hart!” I called, and she looked up. Seeing it was me, she rolled her eyes.

But because I was supposed to memorize every little thing about her, I saw the tiny smile playing on her lips.

I remembered how at the beginning of the school year, when she had first stepped foot into this territory, my territory, how she had absolutely hated me.

And how, bit by bit, I had lured her closer and closer until I was sure I had her in reach.

There were times when I felt this surge of affection for her, this streak of actually- dare I say it?- having romantic feelings for her.

But that was the number one thing about this task I could not do; and that was fall for the girl that was my target. The girl that was my enemy.

“Hey princess,” The nickname I had so mercilessly teased and infuriated her with since the beginning of the year rolled off my tongue, and she glared at me.

“You coming tonight?” I said in my easy tone, as casual as anything, and she raised an eyebrow.

“Just you and me?”

“Just us.” I confirmed, and I saw the tiniest pink rise to her cheeks, but it was gone as she regained her composure, almost as smooth as me.

“What, like a date?”

“We’re not going out.” I said, and for an instant, I found myself regretting the words, and immediately after I shoved the thought from my mind, I saw the tiniest flicker of hurt behind her eyes.

Like I said, learn everything about your victim.

“Right.” She said it like, duh, but I could tell she was putting on a face, on a mask.

“See you at seven, M.” I grinned, and she slammed her locker shut.

“If you’re lucky, Friar.”

After I was sure she was gone, I sent off a text to Marshall and the rest of them:

Plan’s in action. She’s coming tonight; campfire, @ 7.

Barely 30 seconds later, Marshall replied back.

Perfect.


“I’m serious!”

Maya was laughing so hard I was sure she was going to pass out, leaning onto my shoulder for support.

“You helped give birth to a horse!?”

I shook my head, regretting even telling her. “Shut up!”

She gasped for breath, and sat up, wiping her eyes.  “Wow, Lucas.”

My eyebrows drew together as she finally stopped laughing, and she glanced at me.

“What?”

“You….” I coughed, trying to compose myself. “You, uh- you just said my name.”

She stared at me, the only sound coming from the crackling of the fire, and then looked away, running a hand through her hair.

“Yeah. Yeah, I-I guess I did.”

“Maya.” I said slowly, knowing now was as good a time as ever. “I need to tell you something.”

She took a deep shaky breath and then slowly let it out.

Then, before I had any idea what was happening, she stood up so fast it was a blur, and turned her back on me. “No. Lucas, no. Don’t.”

I stood, confused. “What are you talking about?”

“You know perfectly well what I’m fucking talking about!” She spit, rubbing her face with her hands.

My eyebrows narrowed, and she barreled on. “You know what my parents are apart of, and you are my enemy. The enemy!

She was talking so fast, it was hard to see how she could even string words together, and as she kept talking and talking, I interrupted her.

“What if I don’t care!? Maya, what if I’m in love with you!?” I yelled, and she stopped completely, all the blood draining from her face.

She stood, stunned. “What?”

I crossed towards her, not ever being so sure of anything in my entire life, and whispered, “Hold still.”

Then, I leaned in and pressed my lips to hers. And we were kissing, and I felt fireworks explode in my mind, making me dizzy from the effect.

My hands were tangled in her golden hair, and then she pulled away, both of us breathless. I felt my lips tingling from the aftermath, and I just wanted to keep kissing her.

Then, my phone rang, breaking the silence, and I tugged it out of my pocket, answering it.

“Friar!” Marshall’s voice boomed out, and my eyes widened. “We’re around back. Travers is about a minute away. Do you have the girl?”

I felt the word ‘yes’ come out of my mouth, and Marshall chuckled. “Excellent. See you in a minute.”

He hung up, and I slowly lowered my hand, and met Maya’s eyes.

“You sold me out.” She said flatly, disbelievingly, and the words hung in the air before I answered.

“All’s fair in love and war, princess.”

Maya’s voice was barely audible, and she choked out, “You said you loved me. Was that even true?”

I opened my mouth to speak, and then closed it. I had no idea.

Before we could say anything else, someone came out of the darkness and shoved Maya to the ground, pinning her arms behind her back.

“Friar.” Travers greeted me, and I managed a curt nod back, not bearing to look at Maya, my Blonde Beauty.

Maya struggled in Travers’s strong grip, and he growled, “Stop fighting, bitch, or it’s going to be a lot worse.”

Maya went limp, and looked up at me desperately. I could see a tear making it’s way down her face, and I turned away. I couldn’t watch.

“Marshall’s really proud.” Travers said as he yanked Maya in front, pushing her along the crude path through the trees. “You’ll probably get a promotion for catching this piece of filth.”

I resisted the urge to punch him, and bit my lip so angrily I drew blood.

“Yeah.” It was hard to keep the bitterness out of my tone, and I wanted to reach out and hug Maya, hold her. But this was my job.

And as I had said to Maya, all’s fair in love and war.

Wasn’t it?

Written on the wrist - Dean Winchester x Reader - Chapter 13 (French Mistake/Soulmates AU)

Title: Written on the wrist

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Word count: 6k

Warnings: Self-conscious Reader

Prompts: Your Imagine getting zapped to the Supernatural universe and meeting Dean.” imagine is perfection!! Please please write a mini story or something based on it! It would be so good! P.S. You are one of the best writers whose stories I follow! :)

Im so glad requests are open! What about a readerxdean with French mistake reader whose soulmate is Dean?? Maybe soul mates have each other’s names on their arms so her name is on his arm and she enters the spn universe and he gets nervous because she doesn’t have his name on her arm since she’s from a different world?? I’ve never seen this done before so I think it might be nice to see! and your writing is amazing! Thank you!! ❤️❤️❤️

Read: Part 1 l Part 2 l Part 3 l Part 4 l Part 5 l Part 6 l Part 7 l Part 8 l Part 9l Part 10 l Part 11 l Part 12

Are you going to stay with me or leave?”

“What do you mean?” you whispered and he shook his head, giving you a hurt yet stern look.

“I mean just what I asked. Are you staying or leaving? Simple as that.” he took in a deep breathe but it came in shakily, as he tried but failed to hold himself together.

“Do you even want me to?” you breathed out, turning to face him and that caught him off guard. His back straightened and his brows furrowed.

“What do you mean?” he asked back and only when you raised an eyebrow at him he realized it, and cleared his throat and looked away.

“I thought I’d made it pretty clear.” he breathed out in addition, avoiding to look you in the eyes.

This was one of the most vulnerable moments he’d been through and he’d let you see it all because, even if he wouldn’t admit it to himself, he was desperate. He’d never been a man of words, saying what he felt out loud, and at the moment he already (was in his own way). And that meant a lot. But looking into your eyes he knew he couldn’t take it. Not only because you were practically crying but also because he knew that you being his soulmate – gosh it still sounded soforeign in his mind – could already read him better than anyone, and locking eyes would only make him more vulnerable. The feelings he never dared say out loud laying there open in front of you.

“Have you Dean?” you frowned and his head snapped in your direction “I- I mean, come on! You were trying to push me away even before I knew who you were to me!” you threw your arms in the air and he clenched his jaw, looking away.

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anonymous asked:

Could you do 23 "scared" "maybe" with warren worthington please!

Originally posted by spookyavenuearcade

23: Scared?, maybe

Pairing: Warren Worthington x reader
Warnings: [N/A]
Fandom: X-Men

Alright maybe horror movies weren’t totally your thing but when your boyfriend Warren suggested you watch one you didn’t want to admit you were scared so you stupidly agreed.

Throughout the movie Warren was very relaxed while you felt yourself slowly disappearing underneath your warm blanket. This was a terrible idea. A girl’s scream made you jump so high that if Warren hadn’t noticed how freaked out you were he would have definitely noticed now.

“Babe?”.

“Ah yeah?” You replied in a shaky voice, emerging from your hiding place. You felt yourself turn red with embarrassment when Warren raised an eyebrow at your odd behaviour.

“Scared?”.

“Maybe”.

Warren chuckled slipping his arm around you and pulling you close to his chest.
“Why didn’t you say something earlier?”.

“I dunno. I guess I was worried you’d think I was pathetic or something like that”.
Now you that you were saying that aloud you were aware finally of how ridiculous it sounded.

Warren laughed again “babe you kick Summers ass in training all the time. I’d never think you were pathetic”.

You smiled at this “hmm guess you’re right”.

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Also my gf got me into Captive Prince, and I had to doodle Damen and Laurent (i love him so much ahhh <3). I actually drew this traditionally then scanned and colored it, and since I’m out of practice, the lines are all shaky ahaha orz;; ANYWAY y’all should check the trilogy out, it’s amazing <333

Past Captive Prince art~

Merry Christmas

Characters: Jensen x Reader

Words: 1742

Summary: Jensen and the reader grow closer, and time passes.

Part 24 in The Future Series.  Read Part 1 here, Part 2 here, Part 3 here, Part 4 here,Part 5 here, Part 6 here, Part 7 here, Part 8 here, Part 9 here,Part 10 here, Part 11 here, Part 12 here, Part 13 here, Part 14 here, Part 15 here, Part 16 here, Part 17 here, Part 18 here, Part 19 here, Part 20 here, Part 21 here, Part 22 here, and Part 23 here.

Alright, some fluff for you all again. Alan and Donna are Jensen’s parents, if you can’t tell. :) Enjoy!

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How I Met Rose Quartz

The Steven Universe episode Story for Steven showed Greg telling his son how he met his mother. Naturally HIMYM sprung to mind and I just had to run with the idea, so a month later out popped something that is both homage and pastiche.

Not only did I have to work against my shaky knowledge of Photoshop, I foolhardily decided to throw After Effects into the mix. Needless to say I suffered from brain-strain on a daily basis. Still, it turned out reasonably well.

Regrets

A/N: …I just sort of wrote this on a whim. Though basically this short fic takes place 20 or so years after Ford was sucked into the portal, and after so many failed attempts completely breaks down. I dunno if something like this has been written before, but oh well. *sh ove s this in yo ur face* Here, have some feels asdasf.

Hope you all enjoy reading.

Word Count: 1,025

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Weather

So, I saw a few pictures of the drive home from the camping trip recently, and this sort of started to brew … I’ve been going back and forth on this, but I’m so confused about it, I’m just going to post it and let YOU tell me what to think about it. (It’s probs totes unrealistic, but, like, sometimes a little unreality is good in fic, right? It’s AMELIORATIVE.)

Anyway, here are some people who’ve said they’d like to know if I post a story:

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(If you don’t want to anymore, just let me know and I’ll remove you from the tag list–I really won’t be sad; people sometimes move on from fandoms. And, I suppose, if you want to be added, let me know.)

Here’s this thing … 

* * * * *

He wasn’t saying anything.

Not that he had to say anything. The radio was up and the windows were down, and everyone was knackered after not enough sleep.

But he was clearly THINKING something.

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During the first few weeks of Eren and Levi’s relationship, I can imagine Eren getting easily flustered or nervous by any sort of physical contact. For instance, Levi might casually drape his arm over Eren’s shoulders to which he instantly tenses up, not having the slightest idea how to react due to his lack of romantic endeavors. Sensing his uneasiness, Levi’s attempt at reassuring him involves lightly ruffling his hair in an affectionate manor or placing his hand on the back of Eren’s neck, playing with the short hair there then firmly turning his head so their gazes meet and simply whispering “relax kiddo”, to which Eren lets out a long, shaky sigh as he proceeds to lean into Levi’s touch.

charmed-redemption  asked:

" Miles... I had a feeling that you needed me what's going on?" Rico said as he appeared in the room of the dark fey of New Orleans. The. Witch was in the shower when he felt something had happened to the. Young man appearing only a Towel.

@charmed-redemption

Miles looked over his shoulder pursing his lips together. “Someone has casted a spell, saw a ball of light coming towards me I tried to dodge but I have failed it seems” he responded letting out a shaky breath before turning around completely looking to the other clearly aroused “the spell makes it so that I’m unbelievably horny and I have no idea how long it will last I can’t focus on anything it’s that bad” he mumbled letting out a shaky breath.

Post-Ep for 4x16, because there are so many emotions in my heart right now.

stay.

He understood why she needed to go–August was a friend, and he knew Emma only had those in short supply. He wouldn’t push his presence on her, either. He felt that she needed to do this alone.

She turned to head for her vessel, but before she got more than two steps, she turned back to him, and grabbed his arm. Her reddened eyes had lost their angered edge, and had taken on a hesitant one. “Can I–can I stay with you? When I get back?”

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Begin Again

in which Lily encounters an old boyfriend at an office party
thank you to emily for your help as always
becky, happy christmas! 

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Lily turned away from the bulky, broad man just as he let out a booming laugh, taking another sip of her champagne. Kate, the only girl in her office with whom she was on speaking terms, grinned at her, wagging her eyebrows.

Mr. Broadmoor, their boss, shuffled away to speak to someone else, no doubt another executive high up in the Ministry, still chuckling at Lily’s last comment. Kate smirked.

“Well, someone’s doing a lot of arse-kissing tonight, aren’t we?” she said cheerfully, clinking her champagne glass off Lily’s.

She rolled her eyes, shrugging her shoulders and scanning the grand ballroom, making sure he was out of earshot.

“Oh, shut it,” she muttered, shaking her head. “I only do it because I cannot be stuck here another year.”

Kate laughed, nudging her elbow with her own. “What, trying to get away from me, Evans?”

“You’ve caught me,” Lily replied, grinning. “I just – I don’t want to be an assistant.”

Kate quirked an eyebrow, taking another champagne flute as a waiter passed them with a tray, eyeing Lily. “What’s wrong with being an assistant? I’ve been one for eight years.”

“You like being an assistant,” Lily pointed out. “I’m so sick of filing.”

Kate snorted. “I don’t even do that anymore,” she said brightly, sighing happily. “I just arrange meetings really.”

“I know!” Lily spluttered with indignation, poking her side. “Because I’m the one stuck doing all the filing you won’t do.”

Kate laughed again and rolled her eyes, patting Lily’s arm. “You have to pay your dues, sweetie,” she told her, adopting a tone of superiority. “So where do you want to be stuck then?”

Not Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures,” Lily said thoughtfully, shrugging her shoulders. She set down her unfinished champagne, glancing around the ballroom again. She smoothed down her dress and sighed, thinking for a minute.

“What then?” Kate prodded.

“Maybe Magical Accidents and Catastrophes,” Lily muttered, shrugging her shoulders. As she spoke, her eyes searched through the crowds of people for the Head of that Department. “Or d’you reckon I could get into the Support Staff for the Minister? I’d be happy in Magical Law Enforcement …”

Kate’s eyebrows had shot further and further up her forehead while Lily spoke, and she laughed raucously again, shoving a glass of mulled wine into her hand. “Aiming high, aren’t we?”

Lily shrugged, her cheeks flushing, and gave Kate a sheepish smile. “I just don’t want to be an assistant anymore.”

Kate snorted again and said something else, but Lily was no longer listening, her eye caught by a familiar shock of black hair across the room.

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Imagine Castiel Answering Your Prayer

Author: jack—barakitty

Warnings: none


Breath. Run. Don’t look back.

You were zooming your way through the abandoned town- jumping over bits of rubble and dodging overturned cars. Soon enough the sound of the rugarus who were once chasing after you faded.

You didn’t have a clue as to where Sam or Dean were. Last time you saw them they were getting dragged away by two of the disgusting creatures. You tried to go after them, but a whole gang of them emerged and the last thing you heard before you bolted was Dean’s voice telling you to run.

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He gets sad/worried thinking he performed badly in bed

This was requested, which made me really happy cause it was a lot of fun to write!

Luke:

It was already past 2 a.m. and yet Luke’s eyes were wide open as he sat up on your shared bed. His hands fidgeted uncomfortably, as innumerable thoughts raced through his mind. Every so often he would turn his head to look at you with worry in his eyes. He tried closing his eyes, he tried counting sheep, he tried thinking about Geography class, but nothing could put his mind to rest.

His eyes lingered on your peaceful features, as you laid in bed with your eyes closed lightly, your chest rising and falling with every deep breath. He wanted to cry, he wanted to shake you, and ask you the millions of questions that tormented him, he wanted to hold you close and have you comfort him, but he knew if he did that he would be acting incredibly selfishly.

“Luke, will you stop staring at me? It’s getting kind of creepy.” You mumbled, your voice groggy, with your eyes still closed. Luke’s lips broke into a smile, which was soon replaced with wrinkles on his forehead. He let out a heavy sigh. Your eyes opened slightly.

“What’s wrong baby?” you asked, helping yourself up on the bed with your elbows.

“Oh… eh… it’s nothing really.” He muttered, looking down at his hands, clearly uncomfortable with talking about his recent thoughts.

“Okay, now I really know something is wrong. Talk to me Lukey. What’s wrong?” You asked him, sitting upright, and shuffling until you were right next to him. He looked away from you, causing you to grab his face with your small hands, and turn his head towards you so even in the dim light coming in from the window; you were looking straight into his eyes. He sighed.

After a few moments of awkward silence and hesitation, he spoke up.

“Did you even have fun?” he blurted out, catching you by surprise. You felt heat rush to his cheeks as you held them between your palms.  You were shocked; you couldn’t believe your ears.

“Are you serious Luke?” you asked him, your eyes still wide from surprise. He turned away from you, his feelings hurt, feeling completely exposed and ashamed. You tugged on his arm, to turn him back towards you.

“You are being silly Luke. Where the hell would you even get the idea that I didn’t have fun? This is just dumb, baby. Did you not hear me? You are amazing. Why are you being like this?” You told him, moving so you were sat on his lap, your head rested perfectly against his chest. You could feel his quick heartbeat against his ribcage. He sighed.

“It’s just… I don’t know. What if I’m not good enough? What if you just tell me you had fun to make me feel better? If I’m not good enough, I want you to find someone who makes you feel good. I just don’t want to disappoint, and you just didn’t seem all that into it tonight and..” He rambled on, before you put a finger over his lips, shutting him up.

“Babe, you cannot be seriously worried about your performance! You are amazing in bed, you always have been, and I don’t fake. I don’t lie and you know that well. The reason why I was slightly quieter tonight was that you were putting your weight on me, and I struggled to breathe and make noise…” you told him, blushing slightly at the words that came out of your mouth. He blushed even harder and mumbled what you assumed was a “Sorry”, making you giggle, and kiss him passionately.

“Okay, can we forget this and go back to sleep?” Luke suggested with a sheepish grin, and you nodded, pushing his shoulders down so he was completely horizontal on the bed, with your head rested on his chest, listening to his now calmer heartbeat, lulling you to sleep.

Ashton:

He slammed into you deeply, pushing himself further into your core than the previous time, grunting. His perfectly toned body glistened with the hot sweat that covered it, his hair a damp mess above you. You were almost an equal mess, soft moans escaping your plump lips, your eyes fluttering shut.

With each thrust he became rougher and rougher, until his movements became sloppy, his body a shaking against yours. You could see all his muscles tense as he tried to hold off his release a little longer. Your back arched upwards as you moaned louder, and although you were having the time of your life, you weren’t anywhere near release yourself.

Unable to hold back anymore, you felt all of his muscles relax, as he let go of the orgasm he had fought so hard to stop with a loud moan. His body flopped onto yours, trembling and sweaty, his breathing heavy and erratic. You smiled to yourself, and began playing with the hair on the back of his neck.

After a while, Ashton sighed, and prepped himself up on the bed with his elbows, eyes locking into yours. You lost yourself in the hazel abyss of his irises, forgetting how to speak. That is, until you noticed the look haunting his eyes. Before you could speak, he looked down, and opened his mouth.

“You didn’t enjoy that.” He stated his voice a little shaky. You tried to reach out for him, but he gently pushed your hands away. “Please don’t…”

“But Ash, don’t be like this…” You tried reasoning with him, even though you had no idea what to say to him, or how to comfort him.

“You didn’t like it. You didn’t… You didn’t… you know. You didn’t have fun…” He muttered, shaking his head, still not looking up at you.

“ASHTON STOP IT!” You said sternly, raising your voice a little, making his head snap up. You gently grabbed his chin, and turned his head towards you, so he made eye-contact. “Stop being so foolish! I loved it baby. I had lots of fun. It felt amazing. I just didn’t… you know, have an orgasm.”

“Is it because… Is it because i-I’m not goo-good enough?” He asked, his voice cracking as he spoke, his eyes glassy from the tears he was holding back. “Was I really that bad before?”

Your heart broke at the sight of the man of your dreams so completely torn, you hated yourself at this moment, but you just couldn’t do anything about it.

“Ash… It’s our first time. Women’s bodies don’t work the same as boy’s bodies.  Some women find it a little harder to get to that point, sometimes you have to do specific things for them to be able to have an orgasm. Some never have an orgasm through sex at all. It’s not a bad thing, it’s quite normal. This doesn’t mean you are bad, which, believe me, you are not. You are amazing. You see, you feel most of your pleasure when you release, but with girls, at least with me, it’s different, it feels good the whole time. So even when I don’t cum, it feels amazing and I have fun. We just need to figure out together what works best for both of us. Ash, trust me, you are amazing.” You told him, caressing his cheek while looking into his eyes with your most sincere look.

“Is it really that different?” he asked, a bit happier now, eyes open wide with curiosity. You smiled, and nodded, hugging him. He sighed heavily, relief dripping from the air he exhaled.

“Oh… that’s good. Very good…” He mumbled, and then he lifted his head, eyes glowing with the light of an idea. “ So if we have to figure out what you like… does this mean we can go again?” He asked with a cheeky smile. You started laughing, nodding eagerly. You grabbed his hand and pulled him so he was sitting in front of you.

You gave him a cheeky smile, and with the help of your hands, opened your legs delicately, biting your lip. You saw a flush rush to his cheeks, and then you grabbed his right hand, guiding it to your center. You grabbed his index finger, and placed it on your clit, and began rubbing it in circles, very gently.

“This, for example, I absolutely LOVE” You told him, with your sexiest smile.

Calum:

“Calum, stop looking at your damn phone, we are supposed to be a team and I’m losing here!” Michael shouted at him, clearly frustrated at his friend’s lack of interest in the current videogame they were playing.

“I’m sorry mate, I was just checking if…” he trailed off, locking his phone and dropping it by his side on the sofa.

“Has she not texted you back yet?” Luke asked, shoving a spoonful of ice cream in his mouth. Calum looked up at him quickly, and looked back down, shaking his head.

“Don’t worry Cal, she will text.” Ashton assured, patting his shoulder with his large calloused hands. Calum’s eyes narrowed, as he sighed in frustration, pausing the game. Michael  threw his controller away, and groaned in frustration, hands racing to his head to grab tufts of his hair.

“What if she doesn’t? What if I never hear from her again?” He asked his friends, his eyes desperately darting from one boy to the other in search of answers and comfort.

“Calum, you’ve been on five dates already, if she wasn’t interested, she would have stopped talking to you quite a few dates ago. Relax, she will call” Michael answered, still a little pissed off with his friend for stopping the game so abruptly.

“Why wouldn’t she call anyway? She has no reason, has she?” Luke asked innocently, while Ashton looked down at his feet, internally cringing because he already knew what Calum was about to tell them.

“Well, after out last date yesterday it was pretty late, and I didn’t like the idea of her being alone, so I asked her to stay over, and well, we had sex. I thought it was great, it was amazing. She was amazing. But she left this morning, and it’s already night, and I haven’t heard from her.” He confessed, cheeks burning red with embarrassment, as he looked down at his entwined hands, too ashamed to meet his friends’ eyes.

“What are you trying to say?” Luke asked, not catching on to Cal’s train of thought. Ashton nudged him harshly on the ribs with his elbow.

“What if I wasn’t good enough? What if she didn’t like it? What if I was terrible and she thinks I’m pathetic? What if she doesn’t want to talk to me ever again because I was terrible in bed.” His voice started to shake with panic, as thoughts raced through his head, each one worse than the previous one.

“Calum, don’t be stupid. I’m sure it’s nothing like that, just give her some time. Maybe something happened. Just relax and stop working yourself up over something you don’t even know yet.” Ashton comforted sternly, like an older brother or father would do, so his best friend would stop panicking and talking nonsense. Calum nodded sadly, and took a couple of deep breaths before handing the controller over to Luke.

Half an hour later, an urgent knock sounded against his front door. As if he had just been possessed by the Flash, Calum stood up and darted to the door, his heart racing.

“Relax idiot” He told himself, it could just be the pizza boy, although he didn’t recall any of them ordering pizza. He grabbed the door handle, and took one last deep breath before opening the door too eagerly. His breath hitched in his throat when the open door revealed your presence in his front porch.

“Hey” you greeted shyly, looking up at him with your beautiful eyes.

“H-Hey…” He stuttered, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.

“I’m really sorry. I know this will sound bitchy and useless, but I really am sorry… I think… I think I left my phone at your house. I tried looking for it all over. I was sure I grabbed it before I left, but it’s not at home, and I don’t recall having it when I got back to my house, and then I had to go to work ‘cause I was stupidly late and I know it sounds retarded, but I’m sorry for not messaging you or anything after… you know” You awkwardly rambled on, trying to explain what happened, with the exaggerated hand gestures you made when you were nervous. Calum cracked a smile, because not only were you the cutest thing ever in his eyes, but he suddenly felt a weight being lifted off his shoulder.

“So… You didn’t block me out ‘cause I was terrible in bed?” He asked you, his puppy eyes glistening from the new hope and relief.

“Oh God no! Nononono! Oh my God, did you think I was ignoring you ‘cause.. No! Not at all! I mean… Calum please… the sex was amazing. It felt incredible. You are amazing, I just can’t…” You blushed profusely as you explained, before you heard loud laughter coming from behind Calum.

“So our little Calum is a complete Sex God I see” You see Michael come up behind him, wiggling his eyebrows at you and high fiving Cal, who in turn gave you an apologetic look, as you laughed and turned beet red.

Michael:

“I don’t know man, I just, I think I did something wrong. I don’t know. She doesn’t seem happy with it. We haven’t done anything in almost two weeks now.” Michael spoke into his phone, running his hand through his hair, pacing around your shared room like a caged lion.

“I don’t know what I say. All I can think of is talking to her, just ask her if you’ve done anything wrong. Maybe you’re just bad in bed and she got tired of faking.” Luke teased, earning a gasp from Michael.

“No… You don’t think it’s that do you?” Michael asked, eyes open wide with worry, his pace quickening.

“Relax, I was just joking. But you have to talk to her Michael.” Luke spoke, before saying a quick bye and hanging up.

Michael heard the door downstairs, and the sound of keys dropping into a ceramic bowl you kept in the hallway. He rushed out of the room, but waited for you at the top of the stairs.

“Y/N can you come up here a second?” He asked, his voice slightly more high pitched than he would have liked, but not shaky nonetheless.

“Coming!” you chirped back at him, rushing up the stairs, greeting him with a tight hug. He smiled and kissed the top of your head, but then grabbed your hand and led you to the bedroom. He sat down on the bed, and patted beside him for you to sit down. You obeyed. You sat in front of him patiently, hands on your lap and eyes wide.

“I don’t know any soft way of putting this, so I’m just going to blurt it out,” He started, your heart shattered with panic. Had he cheated on you? Was he going to break up with you? You opened your mouth ready to ask questions, but Michael put his hand up signaling he wanted to continue speaking.

“Why don’t you want to have sex with me?” He blurted out, his eyes scanning yours for honest answers.

“What?” You asked, a bit taken aback by the sudden outburst.

“Is it because I’m bad in bed? Have you gotten tired of faking with me so you just don’t want to do it? Have you found someone else?” He asked you, his eyes burning into yours, eyes knitted in a frown. You shook your head energetically, but looked down, and held the hem of your shirt tightly.

“Then what is it? It’s been over a week, and you haven’t even let me touch you. Even last time we had sex you looked uncomfortable. Is it my fault?” He asked you, his voice beginning to shake, all of his insecurities seeping through his wall of confidence. You began tearing up, sobbing lightly.

“I just don’t want you to see me naked. I’ve gained weight lately, and I haven’t managed to lose it. You’re surrounded by beautiful girls all the time, and I don’t want to be a disappointment.” You confessed through loud sobs, your whole frame shaking, as tears pooled in your eyes, and rolled down your cheeks.

You expected him to say something, anything, but instead, he grabbed your hand, and pulled you up, taking you to the ensuite bathroom. As soon as you were in, he ripped your shirt off, and held you, facing the mirror.

“Do you see this?” He asked, pointing towards your reflection. “All of this is perfect. All of it. You are a sexy, beautiful woman. A little more weight, a little less, it doesn’t matter, because you are beautiful to me. Y/N I love you. You. Only you. I love who you are as a person, and I love every single inch of your body. I don’t know why you get so worked up about this, because I see no difference, and babe, you are the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen” he said with a roar at the end, as his eyes darkened, and his breathing became more shallow and erratic. With one swift movement, he ripped your skirt off you, and picked you up bridal style, carrying you towards the bed.

“Now, excuse me baby, but it’s been an awfully long time, and I really really need your sexy touch” He exclaimed, before kissing all down your neck, into your collarbones. You couldn’t help the excited giggles that erupted from your mouth, as you tugged on his hair, because you knew he was leaving deep purple hickeys in the most visible of places.

“Tonight, you’re all mine” he sighed into your skin, as he unclasped your bra.

Arrow Fic: Time May Give You More Than Your Poor Bones Could Ever Take

A/N: #things that are @lerayon’s fault. Yet another pass at the #soufflespoilers. What if Felicity’s known about the ring since Ivy Town? Featuring equal parts Moira Queen and Alanis Morrisette. (It’s 4am. Shit’s weird.)

Title from “Belated Promise Ring” by Iron and Wine.

Time May Give You More Than Your Poor Bones Could Ever Take (AO3)

Felicity Smoak has always had a tenuous relationship with irony. She remembers, as a kid, asking her mother what the word meant when that Alanis Morrissette song was all over the place.

Donna’s boyfriend at the time, a bouncer at a strip club near the Bellagio, had interrupted, “It’s how rich people say ‘bullshit,’” cracking himself up. Felicity remembers storming off to consult her dog-eared dictionary.

It’s not a term she likes, as a problem-solving left brain. Effects have causes, questions have answers. Irony pays those rules no heed. Besides, the word is over-assigned and misused by people who don’t really know what they’re saying. Including, and especially, Alanis.

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Calum Imagine - Where Are We Going?

Requested: Yepppp

Author: Brittany

Notes: I WORKED REALLY HARD ON THIS AND I JUST WANT YOU GUYS TO LIKE IT AS MUCH AS I DO

Where Are We Going? – Calum Imagine

Everything felt wrong lately. You were so sad all the time and you didn’t even have a reason for it. You would go days with leaving your house. You didn’t bother to do any of the things you love doing. Everything went sour and you didn’t know why.

So many people had shown concern for your wellbeing, but it didn’t help. Nothing could. You were absolutely lost.

Today was just like any other day. You were lying in bed, doing nothing but thinking. The was a knock at your door and your mom came in. “Y/n,” She said cautiously, “I’m really worried about you. I want you to get out of the house today. Please?”

“I don’t feel like it,” You said into your pillow, showing no emotion. Your mom sighed and left you alone. The thing is, you really wanted to go out, but it was like there was this monster guarding the gates, preventing you from leaving. You wished you could cast it away.

An hour later, there was another knock on the door. “Y/n,” It was a voice you hadn’t heard in weeks, “Y/n, please talk to me.”

You turned your attention to the tall boy standing in your door. “Calum,” You breathed, voice shaky with despair, “Calum, I’m so sorry.”

He sat down next to you and shook his head, “I’m so unbelievably worried about you. I haven’t heard from you in weeks and suddenly your mom calls me saying she doesn’t know what to do. You have no idea how scary it is to know that even your own mother is at a loss for what to do about this.” Tears poured out of your eyes. “I hate seeing you like this, y/n,” Calum’s tone was unstable, “I want to help you, but I can’t if you don’t talk to me.”

You sat in silence for a couple of seconds before answering, “I don’t know what’s wrong with me, Cal. I’ve tried searching for an answer, but nothing is coming to me. I’m so frustrated with myself because I should know what’s going on, but I don’t! I desperately want to leave this room, but there’s always something blocking me!”

Calum stood up and started going through your drawers. You didn’t say anything, just watched. He pulled out a couple of outfits and stuffed them in a bag. He took your hand and said, “Let’s go.”

“Where are we going?” You said as you walked out the door. He didn’t say anything. Calum waved at your mom and she smiled at the both of you.

Once you were packed into his car, Calum declared, “We’re pushing this blockage away.”

You stared at him as he started driving, “What do you mean?”

“You said that there’s always something blocking you from leaving, so I’m helping you destroy it,” He smiled at you.

“So are you going to tell me where we’re going?” You asked with a grin.

“Nope.” And he didn’t. You drove for hours. He put on a playlist consisting on All Time Low, Mayday Parade, and Blink-182, and for a little bit, you forgot all about your problems.

Calum took a turn onto a dirt road and you started to become suspicious. The sun had set at this point. There was forest all around you. Finally, he pulled into the driveway of a house you had never seen before. “Calum, what is this place?” You asked.

“This is my old summer house,” He explained, “We haven’t been here in a couple of years, but I still come every once in a while to clean up and stuff. It’s always been one of my favorite places in the whole world. All of my worries would just disappear as soon as we’d get here.”

You felt so incredibly honored that Calum would share this place with you. He grabbed your hand, “Follow me,” he ordered.

Calum pulled you behind the house. It opened up to a huge lake. You always loved the beauty of lakes and were amazed by how dazzling this one was. “Cal,” You exhaled in awe, “This is breathtaking.”

“Come on,” He said with a proud smile. He pulled you down to the shore where he put a blanket down. The two of you lay down and he held you in his arms. Out of nowhere, he stood up and said, “I’ll be right back.

About two minutes later, Calum came back with his guitar and a glass jar. “This is for you,” He smiled, “I know I’ve got my problems and they start with me. She saw something inside that I can’t see. And late last night, yeah she’ll comfort me. Hold onto me, hold onto me,” He sang your favorite Mayday Parade song. It brought tears to you eyes and when he was done you covered him in kisses. “So, you liked it?” He asked, laughing.

“I loved it,” You kissed him once more and then questioned the glass jar, “What’s that for?”

Calum looked around, then checked his watch, and held the jar up, “Any minute know,” He said mischievously. You raised an eyebrow and waited for a couple of minutes.

Soon enough, a little tiny light floated by your eyes.  Then you saw more tiny lights blinking all around your head. Before you knew it, there were fireflies lighting up the entire scene. “This is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” You breathed.

“Here,” Calum handed you the glass jar and you captured a couple. “I took you out here to show you two things. The first is to show you what you’re missing when you let the cloud of misery take over.” You snuggled into his chest as you spoke. “The second,” Calum stroke you hair, “There’s always light, even in the darkest of nights.”

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To. Be. Continued.

“Dear Tix, I’ve messed up. 

  Sol turned out to be a complete twat, and Liam isn’t want I thought. I miss the gang. Chop and Izzy broke up. Chloe  and I got into another fight and she has new older friends, and Finn, my Finny is now far away and I may never see him again. I miss him. I truly do miss him, but what can I do now? I just want everything to go back to normal. Archie is the only one I have left to talk to. How do I go on?

                                      I miss you old friend" 

I closed the notebook and threw it on the floor. Not only did I miss the gang, I missed Kester, and Danny, and Tix. Everything seemed to be falling down around me. I slammed my face down into my pillows and zoned out, while Oasis played in the background.  

 I tried to remember the good days. The fun ones, the ones where I didn’t feel so alone or unhappy. But my mind kept drifting back to him.

And suddenly, I realized what I had to do.

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"Hey Archie, I need a huge favor.”

“Anything for you Rae”

Archie picked my up an hour later and we drove, drove with no worries, no curfews, no fear. He knew what I was doing,  and agreed with me, We needed the gang, and I needed Finn.

We pulled up to a medium sized house. I grabbed out the napkin I had written the directions on and sighed.

“This is it. Thank you Arch” He pulled me in for a hug and kissed my cheek.

“You can do this.”  

I opened the door and stepped out. I knew I could do it, I needed to. Archie drove away like I asked as I walked towards the huge red front door. I knocked with out thinking, and stared at the door. No turning away now.

“Hell–, Rae. What are you doing here..” His voice was shaky.

“When I said to be continued, I meant to be continued.”  

He looked up at me and began to smile. I pulled him in for a hug, oh how I missed his arms around me. “I miss you finn, Come back. Come back for me, for us.”

His arms dropped and he looked up into my eyes. I couldn’t tell what he was thinking. Maybe this was a stupid idea. 

“So is that a no? I knew this was a dumb idea, I shouldn’t ha–” He smiled, and grabbed my face, planting his perfect lips on to mine. Those lips that made me feel okay, that made me feel like I could forget the world and still be happy.

He slowly pulled and away and looked towards the ground. 

“Wow…” I mumbled to myself.

“Rae…" 

"yeah… ”

“Rae I..”

“You don’t wanna come back do you, you can’t okay, I’ll leave”

“No Rae..” His voice grew louder.“ I… I..” He looked up at me and bit his lip.

“Rae I love ya."