words are sure weird

Yo, any ARG fans out there: Have you heard of Daisy Brown?

It’s this weird twitter account that popped up recently of a girl named Daisy Brown. She tweets weird things about having a monster named Alan in her house. Apparently she just found a laptop in her attic and has never heard of the internet before.

She tweets several times a day about weird random things that make it seem like she’s living a very strange life. 

She also talks about her Dad sometimes, I don’t know if her Dad is dead or missing or what, but he apparently “created” Alan.

I originally thought that this was a challenged person that people were messing with online. I even tweeted at her and she responded!

I had stopped paying attention to Daisy’s twitter for a while but when I looked back at it today I saw THIS.


Anyway I just wanted to spread the word because not many people know about this weird situation. I’m not sure exactly where it’s gonna go but I am definitely curious and excited.

Slut (Evan Hansen X Kleinman!Reader)

TW; Swearing, heavy bullying, a lot of crying, KIND OF FAT SHAMING I FEEL HORRIBLE, mentions suicide :<

AN; Slight Connor x Reader at end, dolls. This was really hard to write because it says some really mean things. I almost cried. aaaaand sorry this took so long, I’ve had a less than okay but not bad week. xoxo

WC; i dunno anymore lmao

You held Evan’s hand as you walked through the hallway, your small group of friends behind you guys. People didn’t dare mess with you when they were around. Everyone knew they would make a scene and probably start a fight. So people made fun of you when they weren’t around.

“Guys, do you have any plans this weekend?” Jared said, looking between you all.

“Not really,” Evan smiled, squeezing your hand.

“Nope.” Connor mumbled, his hands stuffed in his pockets.

“Well Zoe and I were going to have a sleepover and do our homework, but you guys can totally join if you’d like!” Alana cheered, Zoe nodding at her words.

“Sure, as long as it doesn’t turn into some weird orgy.” Connor added, pointing at you and Evan.

“Awe, c’mon Connor!” Jared yelled, “You’d tap this!” Jared hit his own ass and ran ahead a few steps. Connor shook his head with a chuckle.

“I-I’m up for it!” Evan added, smiling.

“Eww! Evan’s up for an orgy!” Zoe cried, laughing.

Everyone laughed except for Evan, who was embarrassed mess.

“We could have the sleepover at our house.” You said, glancing at Jared.

“Hell yeah!” Jared cried, already thinking of Just Dance and junk food.

“Hey pricks, this is where we all split up.” Connor added, waving goodbye.

“Love you, (Y/N).” Evan whispered when he kissed your cheek and turned into his classroom with Jared and Connor behind him.

“Bye tree lady!” Jared yelled with a laugh as he stepped into the class.

Alana and Zoe waved goodbye as they turned a corner, heading towards their class as well. Your attitude completely changed as soon as you were all alone. You wrung your hands and looked down, heading to your class on the other side of the building. People were whispering as you quietly shuffled down the hallway. You could tell they were talking about you because everyone craned their necks to watch you go by. Some people even pointed and laughed. Your chest felt heavy as you sped up and suddenly tripped in the middle of the hallway, landing in front of a group of bullies.

You stared at the ground with wide eyes, refusing to look up. You hair was shielding your face, but everyone could tell you were scared. You knew who was in front of you, and you didn’t want to deal with this on a Friday. This was the one girl who knew not only how to break you, but shatter you.

Your hair was pulled up aggressively, making you look up at the girl in front of you. Anxiety swelled in your chest, and it was hard to breathe suddenly.

“So, the little slut likes to sleep with my boyfriend?” The girl grinned like the Cheshire cat, leaning down slightly.

“N-No, I would never-” You stuttered, earning a tug on your hair. The girl pulled you by your hair, making you stand up to your feet slowly.

“Oh yeah? Then why does he know everything about your body and the way you moan?” The girl growled, getting really close to you. The girl let go of you, but the circle that had formed around you three blocked you from leaving. A boy stepped up next to her and took one menacing glance at you.

“This slut? Oh yeah!” The boy laughed, his eyes dark. “She had no dignity, and she practically rode me until I broke! She had stretch marks and fat rolls all over! She screamed for me, and she was so fucking loud!”

Tears had started to streamed down your face as you stared at this boy you had never even seen before. Why were people so cruel?

“That’s i-impossible, I was w-with my boyfriend l-last night.” You whispered, holding back a sob as people whispered, called you names, and even spat on you. You were with Evan last night, and all of your friends new that too.

“Boyfriend? We all know that your ‘boyfriend’ is only dating you because he would be forever alone otherwise. Don’t even get me started on your dumb fucking friends.” The girl spat, shoving you backwards. You landed at the feet of the girl’s best friend, and she dumped a huge bottle of red koolaid on your head. Your white shirt turned see through and stained. Your bra was visible, and people were screeching with laughter. A sob erupted through your mouth as you stood up and shoved past through the circle around you.

You sprinted through the hallways, dripping red koolaid and tears. You stumbled a few times, but kept going. You ran past a group of familiar people, and they all called your name as you ran by. You didn’t stop running until you reached your house, slamming the door open and wheezing for air.

You ran up the stairs to your room, slamming the door shut and locking it. You threw your backpack against the wall and flung yourself into your bed. You sobbed so hard that your whole body hurt. You felt horrible and embarrassed. Your phone buzzed and you looked up slightly, hoping it was Evan or Jared texting you.

No, someone had just tagged you in a video of the whole incident on Facebook. You let out a yell and threw the phone against the wall, pulling on your hair and letting your body shake with sobs. Your phone shattered as you heard a car screech into the driveway. You rocked yourself and shook for what seemed like forever. You hadn’t noticed your door handle jingling or the people calling your name.You didn’t even look up as Jared and Evan bursted into the room.

Your eyes were still squeezed shut when Evan held you in his arms, and Jared was trying to talk to you. You opened your eyes in time to see Connor dragging Jared out of the room, trying to show him the video.

Everyone was extremely worried, and they had every right to be. You had refused to tell anyone why you had tried to take your life only a year ago, before they all knew you. Jared was there, but you didn’t get along well that year, for some reason. So now they all took it as their responsibility to protect you, and make sure that never happened again.

Evan ran his fingers through your hair, his other hand gently holding your face.

“How long has this been happening? How long have they been– been..” Evan whispered, not wanting to hear the answer.

“S-Since Freshman y-year.” You hiccuped, watching Evan’s eyes scan you with realization.

“Is-is that why you would always come home with bruises? Is that why you–?” Evans eyes watered and his voice broke, he didn’t understand how people could do this to someone like you. You nodded, silent tears dripping off your face.

“I’m so sorry, I’m so so sorry.” Evan cried, pulling you into his arms. Evan cried into your hair, wishing he could go back and help you. He wished you told him, but he wasn’t going to say that. He knew if he said that he’d be putting the blame on you. You heard someone yelling angrily downstairs, and you slowly pulled yourself out of Evans embrace.

Your door was busted open and a fuming Jared stormed it. He angrily hugged you, holding you tightly. “I swear I will kill them, (y/n).” Jared growled.

“Nobody messes with the Kleinman twins.” You heard Connor say, earning a concerned laugh from Zoe and Alana.

“Are you okay, (y/n/n)?” You heard Alana ask, stepping forward. You nodded and laughed, wiping a tear from your eyes.

“M-Much better, now that you’re all here.” You whispered, earning a hug from Evan. Jared backed away and paced angrily, his hands angrily pulling his hair.

“I can’t believe I didn’t know, they’re so– so- ugh!” Jared yelled loudly, sitting down with tears in his eyes.

Connor stepped forward and sat next to you, setting his hand on yours.

“Hey, I- We won’t let anybody touch you anymore.” Connor said softly, his face pink. “Don’t worry about those pricks anymore, okay?”

Connor smiled, which was rare. Your eyes were wide and you smiled, nodding.

“Thanks, guys. You’re all awesome.” You whispered, pulling your hand away from Connor’s to wipe your tears. Evan pulled you closer to him, and you noticed Jared was crying angrily. He had realized that this had been going on for a long time, and that this was why you probably tried to take your own life.

“I am seriously beating the shit out of everyone who has ever laughed at you, (Y/N).” Jared mumbled, wiping a tear from his eye.

leafyxthiefy  asked:

Have you ever considered MAS [or I'm not picky MarAce, SabAce, MarSab] Cinderella AU?? ♥

“Why do we need a ball?” Ace asks, voice just short of whining as he sprawled over the lounge, arm thrown over his eyes. “I’m perfectly happy marrying Sabo!”

“Because,” Sabo answers calmly. “The council is under the impression that you’ll fall desperately in love with a member of the nobility and be perfectly happy pretending that I never existed.”

Ace peeks at Sabo, “You know that would never happen, right? If anything, I’ll end up making them love you too.”

(The rest is under the cut!)

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Lapis... Lance?

Hey all, this is an au where Lance is a gem-specifically a lapis gem-that’s stuck in/on a mirror in the castle of Lions! 


Everyone froze, staring at the mirror, then the gem that had skidded a fair bit away from it. There was a moment of silence before a bright, blue light burst from the gem. It glowed, floating high up into the air above the paladins and Alteans, becoming brighter and brighter before the light seemed to snap together. A humanoid form shifted quickly into different features, faster than they could really count, before it seemed to settle on a certain form.

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imperfection-in-one-human  asked:

Ich finds ziemlich cool das du deutsch sprichst, sieht man hier zu selten :3 ich hab deinen blog echt gerne!

Es ist wirklich seltsam und selten hier Mal was auf deutsch zu sehen.

[TRANS] BTS☆Style Vol. 18 (Oricon Style)

Q: Where do you focus first when you look at girls? Rap Monster?

(T/N: They’re talking about everyone’s ideal.)

TAEHYUNG: Face (laughs).

NAMJOON: No way! I focus on her atmosphere.

JUNGKOOK: I focus on her body, whether she has healthy posture and muscles.

JIMIN: Are you a pervert (laughs)?

TAEHYUNG (to JK): Someone who has six pack abs?

JIMIN: Well then your ideal is just like me!

JUNGKOOK: (quickly) No.

JIMIN: Why not? Don’t I have amazing muscles?

JUNGKOOK: I like a person who somehow has an atmosphere that she takes care of her own body. Also someone who has beautiful tan skin.

JIMIN: Oh. Sad thing is I have pale skin.

JUNGKOOK: Not only those but I also focus on face and personality. You (Jimin) are all different from them (laughs).

JIMIN: At least I have perfect muscles (laughs)!

Q: How about Suga’s ideal type?

YOONGI: I focus on personality and atmosphere. I don’t really have an “ideal type.” It’s not only about her that I’ll pay attention to. I also focus on first impressions and the feeling whether we have the same sense.

Q: How about V?

TAEHYUNG: Someone who spends money thriftily.


JIMIN: But how are you going to judge upon meeting for the first time (laughs)?

TAEHYUNG: I’ll give her money and say, “Use this money to buy all the stuff that you want.” Then I’m going to judge her based how much she spent.

JUNGKOOK: That’s so one-sided judgement!

ALL: (laughs)

Q: So V doesn’t judge base on their appearance but focuses on the inner side.


NAMJOON: V’s ideal type is always changing. About once a month.

Q: So, for this month you like girls who spends money wisely?

TAEHYUNG: Yes. (in loud voice) I like someone who’s stingy!

Q: How about Jimin?

JIMIN: I like cute and charming girls.

Q: Next to you, V is acting cute. How about someone like V?

JIMIN: Can I hit him?

ALL: (laughs)

Q: J-Hope?

HOSEOK: I like a girl who’s very hopeful, has bright personality and positive mind. Meeting someone like that would be very nice!

Q: So, what does Jin focuses on?

SEOKJIN: I focus on face. I like a girl that looks like a puppy.

TAEHYUNG: (imitating a puppy) Aw aw!

SEOKJIN: That’s gross (laughs).

JIMIN: I’ll bite you (laughs)~

trans. by maeli (@xingyoon)

Thing is, though, Isak doesn’t trust himself, not really. He fucked up too many things in life, both for himself and for others to be able to trust himself. So, he doesn’t.
Even, though, Even trusts Isak, blindly.
And that… That just feels weird, sometimes.
When Even reaches out in the middle of the night after a nightmare, when he mumbles “please, just hold me” in the curve of Isak’s neck. When Even smiles at Isak, openly, honestly, saying nothing and everything at once. When Even doesn’t push, never pushes, to make Isak talk, and instead just waits and waits until Isak crawls into him and confesses his fears and doubts mumbled into Even’s chest.
Even trusts Isak with his secrets, Even trusts Isak he will tell him what he needs to know.
Isak knows there are things Even hasn’t (yet) told him. But it’s not a lack of trust in Isak, it’s just that, some things are too painful to put in words.
So, Even trusts Isak. Of that, Isak is sure. And it’s weird, and Isak sometimes feels like he doesn’t deserve it, but also… It’s the nicest feeling in the world. It makes him feel whole in a way he has never felt before.
And in the middle of the night, when Even reaches out and draws Isak flush against his body, Isak knows Even is right to trust him. Because Isak loves him, with his entire body and soul, and Isak would protect this boy with everything he has.

transguypeterparker  asked:

What do you think about trans!sonny?


admittedly it’s not a headcanon i apply in my own work a lot (like consciously, i mean, like if you wanna look at my drawings and be like that sonny is a trans!sonny, go for it!) but like every time i see it around i just !!!!!!!! i love every sonny ever and all the lil trans!sonnys are just. so good. so so good.


anonymous asked:

hello :) would you be able to write something for aizawa with a friend he is interested in being more than friends with but said friend is very like "whaa? why would you be interested in me??" did that make sense? i feel like it's worded kinda weird but i'm not sure how else to say it

Aizawa Shouta

  • Aizawa takes a lot of time to actually tell a close friend how he feels romantically about them, because it’s a big deal for a hero to get involved in a romantic relationship. There’s a lot of things that can happen, and it’s not a subject he’d take lightly. 
  • He’s more surprised by the fact you just don’t think you’re good enough for him; he hadn’t known you had insecurity issues like that. It threw him for a loop, especially since he was already embarrassed about having to bear his heart and soul and admit that he loved you. Now he had to go the extra step and tell you why he did. 
  • It puts him completely outside of his comfort zone and he’s short and concise in what he has to say, but his words are genuine, as is the fact he told you how much thought he had put into asking you out to begin with. 

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Steamy prompt #14 "Can I touch your hair?" with ChloNath

I promise, I am eventually going to write all of these requests, I’m just taking a long time because writing has turned into a much slower process for me lately. Anyway, here’s some steamy ChloNath, waking up the morning after a mutual friend’s wedding (probably Adrien and Marinette’s wedding). Enjoy! <3

Chloé inwardly sighed when she heard the rustling of fabric over to her right followed by a distasteful groan. She elected to ignore it, at least until she could finish editing the proposal she was working on. Honestly, he had already set her far enough behind schedule as is, he could at least wait another ten minutes so she could still be somewhat productive that day.

A flicker of bright red moved in her peripheral as he sat up in the bed. She just had to finish this sentenc—

“Ugh,” he grumbled, “I got drunk last night.”

She outwardly sighed this time. “That you did,” she said, hitting save before finally turning in her chair to face him—the artist. He sat upright in her bed with one knee drawn up to rest his elbow on as he rubbed his head and took in his surroundings. Meanwhile, she took him in for the second time that day.

In the six years since she had last seen Nathanaël Kurtzberg, as much as she hated to admit it, he had really grown into his features. His hair was still as obnoxiously red and silky as she remembered it being, only now it was slightly longer—long enough that the two hair ties on his wrist probably went to good use—and his eyes were still that ridiculously pretty shade of blue that had infuriated her back in lycée. That growth spurt that had started to hit him toward the very end of school looked to have continued, but he certainly hadn’t bulked up, leaving him a pale string bean—long and thin. But his thinness didn’t look frail or unhealthy as it sometimes did back in lycée; he seemed to have filled out just enough for his figure to actually look good despite not containing an ounce of muscle from what she could tell—and she could tell a lot what with him being completely naked. The only thing that covered him was the sheet she had hastily thrown between his legs when she had first woken up. He didn’t even seem to care to cover himself now that he was awake and she could clearly see him.

She had to force herself not to outright ogle him. As much as she knew that drunk Chloé was absolutely insane for sleeping with him (The nerdy artist from lycée? Really!?), the sight of him at least explained how it had happened at all. The man was stupidly attractive.

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First Time

I saw that you did a smutty imagine for Supernatural, so I was wondering if you could do a smutty imagine for Spiderman (the Tom Holland version, because he’s bae) where its your first time together? Thanks if you can do it :)

A/N: Ok so the setting of this will be when Peter is 18 or older. And I’m not the one to do much of Peter smut since he is quite young(and is my smol son); however, since this is an imagine for a first time I will let this slide. AND DO TELL ME IF THERES ANYTHING MISSPELLED OR MISUSED WORDS (EX Instead of ‘a’ use ‘an’ or something??) BC I WROTE THIS LATE AT NIGHT WHERE I WAS TIRED AF WOW OMG. HOWEVER, Enjoy! (-:

You were nervous, hell; you would rather speak at the white house in front of thousands of people than do this. You knew it was the right time to tell him. To tell him those three words, eighth letters, three syllables. People would think it’s insane to be this head over heels for someone, but you didn’t. Seven months, seven months with Peter. Never feeling like this with anyone. You knew right that moment the two of you met in those halls, he was the one. Of course neither you two had the guts to tell on another you liked another, or asked one another out on a date. It was killing you so the day of your guys graduation, you asked him out; he was taken back, lost of words. The poor boy had trouble to say ’yes’. These past seven months have been amazing, there was a few ups and downs.

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And now one more thing from me, that maybe no one will actually see but that’s probably for the better. Since it’s awkward. I don’t know if platonic crushes over online people have a name, but they should have one, because I don’t know how else to call that feel of ‘Damn they are so precious, they may not even know I exist but I’d fight to the death for them.’

Safeword (Calum Imagine)

Summary: All Calum wants when he’s angry is rough sex. He gets a little too rough.

Warnings: SMUT!!! Safeword use. Minor mentions of panic.


Calum had a long fuse.

That was common knowledge. But even the most kind, patient people got pissed and angry at times. Some people handled their rage with yelling. Some people just needed to smash stuff. Some people just needed to sleep. Some people needed a hot shower to calm them down. And some people needed time.

But some people were like your boyfriend. When Calum got angry -really angry- none of those methods worked. He needed control. He needed to be dominant. He needed to have hot, sweaty, rough sex that left you sore and satisfied. He liked plowing into you until he made you cum at least twice. He would usually go until he wore himself out, his gentle side coming back as you lay panting on the sheets. You liked it though. You loved passionate Calum more than anything, but on the rare occasions he got mad, you adored how rough he was. You loved watching his blood pulse through his veins as fucked you, making you feel better than ever. You loved how his love bites were always two shades darker when he was angry, biting harshly into your soft flesh. You loved how you slept like a baby afterwards, usually waking up to a nice breakfast and soft cuddles. You loved every bit of it. It was animalistic, and sometimes you just loved being tossed around like his rag doll.


Today was interesting.

Calum had left early in the afternoon to go to a writing session. He gave you sweet kisses and promised a nice night in watching movies. You were content with that. He even texted you half way through, saying everything was going great.

And then he came home.

“Calum?” You called, standing up from your seat at the counter as the door slammed. You had spent the day responding to emails for your busy boss, so you shut the computer and stepped onto the cold floor with your fuzzy socks. You were already in your pajamas, exhausted from the hike you had gone on early that morning with your friend.


You were cut off as his hot body pushed into your own, his lips smashing into yours and his tongue immediately asking for entrance and getting it. His left hand bunched your shirt up as he grabbed your left breast harshly, groping your butt with his other hand. You yelped into the kiss as he pushed your pants down, your very not-sexy underwear going with them.

“I’m so fucking mad,” he breathed against your neck, you moaning as his hand gave a particularly hard squeeze. “I need to fuck you. Can I? I’m about to explode, baby. So. Fucking. Pissed.” He bit into your neck between the words of his last sentence.

“Yeah, of course,” you said. You definitely hadn’t planned on having sex tonight, but seeing Calum like this was a massive turn on. Your exhaustion was ever-present but you didn’t want to disappoint your boyfriend. Besides, by now you were probably dripping.

“Fuck yes,” Calum groaned, clawing his shirt off and half carrying you to your bedroom. He unceremoniously threw you onto the bed as he shed his constricting skinny jeans, moaning as he wrapped his fist around his swollen cock.

“Hurry,” you begged, taking your shirt off quickly and kicking your socks off.
And before you could even blink, Calum was in you, groaning at your tightness and the relief that followed. He gave you a moment and then started thrusting, cursing and moaning loudly with no restraint.

Except, something was off. Every time he thrusted in, a sharp sting went through your core. You didn’t know what was wrong, but it worsened by the second, becoming nearly unbearable.

“Calum…” You dug your nails into his glistening back, trying to get his attention. “Calum?”

“Fuck yes, baby. Harder! Fuck!” You realized too late that by digging your nails into his back, you had triggered his pain kink. He went even harder, completely blinded by lust, eyes clenched shut not noticing your tears.

You started to panic. It hurt so badly, and it had never felt like that before. You and Calum had never bothered with a safeword, and you now regretted it. Sex was always a safe haven, no matter what. Usually, it was so gentle and loving that Calum would be attentive, and the rough sex was never painful like this.

For some reason, you couldn’t say stop. Obviously, it should have been there, but when you stuttered out Calum’s name again and he just moaned louder and thrusted deeper, you weren’t sure such a mundane word would work. You needed something weird that would completely break the mood and snap him out of it.

He gave one particularly hard thrust, and finally your panic washed over you as you started sputtering every random word that came to mind that would have maybe been a safeword, had you been smart enough.

Puppies! P-Pineapple! Enchiladas! Purple!” You cried. Calum immediately stopped, eyes snapping open. At your anguish, he panicked and pulled out far too quickly, causing a sharp yelp to escape your raw throat.

“Oh my god, fuck, shit, I’m sorry are you alright? I’m so sorry… I…” Calum looked at you with wide eyes from the other side of the bed, not wanting to touch you more. He turned the bright lights on and gasped at the marks he had left on your body; bruises on your hips and bright purple marks raining down your neck all the way to your breasts. The pain seemed to lessen but you felt more sore than ever.

“Y/N?” Calum asked timidly, breaking through your hazy mind as his fingers feathered across your cheek. “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s…it’s okay,” you finally murmured, pulling the blanket up, not wanting to be naked anymore. You whimpered as you rolled onto your side, your back to him.

“Y/N?” Calum spoke again after a moment, voice even smaller. “What…what happened?”

You shrugged lightly, shivering and trying to clear your mind and calm your heart rate. “I dunno,” you sniffled. “It just hurt. Really badly.”

“Like… down there?” Calum asked softly, trying to get some form of clarification. His boner had basically disappeared, going down when he saw you in pain.

“Yeah.” You wiped your eyes. “It felt like I was bring stabbed or ripped in half or something.”

“Oh,” Calum said, looking like he wanted to crawl into a hole and die. He reached for his boxers, slipping them up his legs. “Do you, um, it’s my fault, right? I don’t think I gave you enough time to adjust or enough foreplay.” His voice cracked as you met his eyes. “I was so fucking mad and I took it out on you and…and… I’m so sorry. Jesus, fuck, do you think you should go to the hospital? I can carry you to the car and everything-”

He was already halfway across the room grabbing his keys when you stopped him. “Cal, seriously, I’m alright,” you consoled. “I already feel better. I don’t know what happened. Just didn’t feel right.”

His face flickered with apprehension before he set his keys down again, slowly making his way to you and sitting down.

“I’m really sorry,” he muttered, not really meeting your eyes. “I should have prepped you more. Or at least noticed you weren’t enjoying it. You were fucking crying and here I was with my eyes shut and I didn’t even notice anything wrong until you fucking screamed enchiladas like we were at fucking Taco Bell-”

“Calum!” He quieted as you sat up on your elbows, scooting over. “Just shut up and hold me, okay? That’s all I want right now. I’m cold and sore and all I really want is to go to sleep and pretend that this didn’t happen and wake up to chocolate chip pancakes and a warm bath. So get your ass under this duvet and cuddle me.”

For once, he didn’t have a sassy remark. He slipped under the covers and wrapped his arms around you as you laid your head on his chest, running your fingers up and down and tracing his tattoos. After several moments, he shut the light, once again only illuminating the two of you with the moonlight from the open window. His hand dropped to your lower back and rubbed slow circles, moving to lightly massage your bruised hips as he kissed the top of your head.

“That’s our safeword from now on, okay?” You were half asleep when his deep voice jolted you awake.


“Enchiladas.” You chuckled softly, still not really sure where that had came from.

“It literally completely took me by surprise and made me snap out of it. It’s weird enough where I think it’s a really good safeword. Do you think that’s okay?”

“Yeah,” you agreed. “Maybe we’ll keep the rough sex to a minimum for the time being though.”

“We literally don’t ever have to do it again,” Calum said. “That was terrifying. I never want this to happen again.”

“It’s okay.” You pressed a kiss to his dark skin. “It’s was an accident and a stupid mistake on both our parts. We know better now. We don’t need to stop altogether, we just need to be careful.”

“I just don’t wanna hurt you again,” he mumbled.

“You won’t,” you assured him. “I’ll just start yelling every Taco Bell word I can think of. Enchiladas, quasadillas, fajitas, I’ll just name them all.”

“Don’t forget guacamole,” Calum mumbled into your hair, holding you tighter. “Bitches love guacamole.”


If you want me to do one for the other boys, please request! I’d be happy to!