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I was tagged by @bkhrtn and @queen-of-lightning-and-fire :)

I’m so sorry! This is really late!

Rules: tag 20 of your amazing followers you’d like to get to know better: (this isn’t 20, sorry)

@elidexlorcan @bookocd @throne-of-feels @heir-of-terrasen @little-witchling-of-velaris @rhysandstrash30 @acourtoftears @acciocoffeee

Name: Maria

Nickname: Mia, Mini, 

Gender: Female

Star Sign: Capricorn

Height: 4′9 (yes i know i’m very short. I like to think i’m like amren and it makes me happier :)

Sexual Orientation: Not really sure right now.

Hogwarts House: Slytherin

Favourite Colour: Grey

Favourite Animal: Baby Foxes (Lucien, hehe)  

Average Hours Of Sleep: 7-8 hours on weekdays. 10-11 on weekends.

Cat or Dog Person: Neither, but if i had to choose, dogs

 Favourite Fictional Character: Dude, I CAN’T CHOOSE! THERE IS WAY TO MANY! *cough rhysand cough*

Number Of Blankets I Sleep With: 1 thick blanket.

Favourite Singer/Band: I really just love anything. And Hamilton. Everything and Hamilton.

Dream Trip: Scotland, New Zealand, London, New York and literally everywhere else.

Dream Job: Author, Book Editor, and Professional Fangirl

When Was This Blog Created: About 5-6 months ago

Current Number of Followers: 23

What Made You Decide To Make A Tumblr: Okay. To be honest, joined so i could read more fanfics.

RULES: ANSWER THE QUESTIONS IN A NEW POST AND TAG 20 BLOGS YOU WOULD LIKE TO GET TO KNOW BETTER.

tagged by @sorrysorry-suju Thanks for the tag!

NICKNAME: Sam

GENDER: Female

HEIGHT: 157cm

TIME RIGHT NOW: 11:06pm

LAST THING GOOGLED: hips (don’t ask)

FAVORITE BANDS: SEVENTEEN

FAVORITE SOLO ARTISTS: Jessie J

SONG STUCK IN YOUR HEAD: Laughter (SVT)

LAST MOVIE WATCHED: Arrival

LAST TV SHOW WATCHED: America’s Next Top Model

WHEN DID YOU CREATE YOUR BLOG: July of 2016

WHAT KIND OF STUFF DO YOU POST:  SVT stuff, mostly Jun stuff. Stuff.

WHEN DID YOUR BLOG REACH ITS PEAK: It hasn’t

DO YOU HAVE ANY OTHER BLOGS: Yes

DO YOU GET ASKS REGULARLY: Relatively

WHY YOU CHOSE YOUR URL: Is it not obvious enough

FOLLOWING: 1,185 (what can I say, you never have enough to follow)

POSTS: 708

HOGWARTS HOUSE: Hufflepuff

POKEMON TEAM: Mystic

FAVOURITE COLOURS: Pink

AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: 7-8

LUCKY NUMBERS: 9

FAVOURITE CHARACTERS: Hijikata from Gintama

WHAT ARE YOU WEARING RIGHT NOW: Pajamas

HOW MANY BLANKETS DO YOU SLEEP WITH: Right now 2

DREAM JOB: Voice actress

DREAM TRIP: Anywhere with my family (don’t mind the cheesiness look at who my bias is)

i tag: @fyeahwonhui @jeongshuas @chaokoal @boosnon @kenma-trash @lay-exotic-xing @thegayhope @one-to-larachelle @zaynxing @ttych95 @smilesaredeadly @jisoft @ynvox98 @bamsnbams @sweetlemonede @nagi-cchi @edgy-but-classy @indiegem @jeongahn @moonwarrior209 @17dad

tagged by: @enforcers-nine-and-twelve

the face your muse makes when they’re happy

the face your muse makes when they’re sad

the face your muse makes when they see something they want

the face your muse makes when they go berserk when their buttons are pushed 

(technically anger wasn’t installed when she was made, so for fun this is the icon i like where she’s angry.)

(realistically this is the kind of expression she’d get when shes super angry about something. you actually feel an aura of doom.)

the face your muse makes when they see someone they dislike
(IC)

(ooc)

tagging @promptoexe@g-rimace@freedomsrising @fxrtem @eldestamicitiason @sunnyfloridas @mumsthewcrd @laevisomnus-noctis

italeteller replied to your post:I think it’s worth pointing out that Nabokov…

if I may derail, this “old authors using current times fanfiction language” thing is absolutely amazing. do you have any more?

Hemingway: drabble challenge, 100 word challenge, yes the title is included in the word count, fight me, angst, sad, baby shoes

F Scott Fitzgerald: idk what I’m doing, lol party fic, I’m supposed to be working on something else right now, the real otp is despair

Virginia Wolfe: stream of consciousness, tw: depression and anxiety, tw: food mention, not sure what else to tag this as

Sylvia Plath: esther is not like other girls, depression, suicide, hurt/comfort, fuck the patriarchy

Edgar Allan Poe: detective au, everyone’s a suspect, darkfic, this was supposed to be satire, I’m not sure what happened,

Shakespeare: historical au, for Lizzy <3 <3 <3, either everybody lives or no on lives I haven’t decided yet, dick jokes, puns, stole this from Marlow not even sorry lmao

Jane Austen: hurt/comfort, fluff, angst, true love, dancing!, slow burn, don’t worry they all get there in the end (:

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Playing with a lazer and a cat – Voltron level

WELL, @klanced made me do this sketch ; and then @loveanimationfan came up with this idea and…

Here is the Lance & Blue comic I promised !
Omg I spent way too much time on this …
I really LOVE to draw Lance & Blue <3 My fav paladin & Lion.
(And yes, Paladins playing with their lions would be the cutest thing.)
(I will definitely draw more lion stuff.)

[ 00 - 01 - … - Halloween special - christmas special ]

Rick and Morty: The Experience

What you think you’re getting when you start watching Rick and Morty:

Originally posted by rick-and-morty-gifs

What you actually get:

Originally posted by fyeahrickandmorty

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it occurred to me tonight that…none of you know what I look like. which weirds me out a bit? I rant a lot on this blog and talk to quite a few of you and none of you have seen my face (except becca and jayne cause they’re stuck on this island with me) soooo here are two pictures of me awkwardly smiling after my cousins wedding. goodnight friends 🐢
(please do not re/bl0g)

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So about a week ago I made this stupid starring thing

A comment I saw a lot (besides true, accurate, I’m dying and among another things (yes I read your tags and comments and thanks guys, it really means a lot to me how much you enjoyed it ;u;)) was “I hope this becomes real” or something along those lines. I don’t have the animation skill, voice acting, or budget to make a show so instead I making a little comic series of it 8D ((btw yes swap sans threw swapfell at the end there))

For now I’m planning to release a comic a week on Mondays (yes I’m aware it’s Tuesday, I just didn’t have time yesterday to finish this)

Warning for this comic series: Some if not all these characters are going to be very out of character, this whole series is a joke

  • Saeran: You remind me of Rapunzel.
  • 707: Really?
  • Saeran: Yes, but instead of letting down your hair, you let down everyone in your life.
  • Rowan: I'd walk into the burning heart of hell itself to find you
  • Aelin: I'll always find a way back to you
  • Me: WELL IT LOOKS LIKE YOURE BOTH GONNA HAVE TO NOW THAT EVERYTHING HAS GONE TO SHIT
Carmilla OG Creampuff Bundle Giveaway!

All right, it’s that time!

With the help of fellow Creampuffs, we now have 5+ OG bundles to give to some lucky Creampuffs in need! 

We’ve never organized a giveaway before but here goes: 

Reblogs help to draw attention to this post and your blog name. 

Hearts/Likes will indicate that you are interested in potentially receiving a bundle (unless you specify otherwise in your tags).

A Follow will draw more attention to your blog name as well, would be appreciated but not mandatory by any means.

Any of the above + a comment OR tag of : “Yes, please.” would make it easier to tell who is interested in the bundle and who is just trying to help spread the word. It’ll make it easier to narrow down the potential winners at the end.

So finally:  From now (November 18th) to November 25th at about 6PM PST have fun sharing this, we can’t give all Creampuffs a bundle but we can try to reach a few.  

If/when you win a bundle, all you will have to do is message/inbox us a working email address to send the bundle to. Any questions or if you want to give a bundle too, you can message or inbox us for that too. 

Who wants to help us reach that next cookie? 

trace

anonymous requested: Bucky fluff! He needs to be happy. One morning he wakes up before you and you’re turned to face away from him. He starts tracing shapes on your back and you wake up, but still pretend to be asleep. You feel him trace “Will you marry me?” You turn over and face him and trace “Yes” on his arm. :)

tagging: @redgillan@mattymattymerduck, @avengerofyourheart, @wakandasoldier, @darlingbuchanan, @bemystucky, @idorkish, @iwillbeinmynest, @aubzylynn, @angryschnauzer, @almondbuttercup, (and just for fun) @bovaria, @hymnofthevalkyries, @beccaanne814-blog, @capsbuchanan, @brighterlights, @bbbarneswrites, @writingbarnes, @buckysglow, @buckyskorpion, @austinamelio, @bionic-buckyb

warnings: nudity, implied smut

additional: i realize now that my fics either start with the character waking up in the morning or waking up in the middle of the night. also i’m bad at titles. thank you for the request!

The warmth of the sun on his face woke him up. Around nine o’clock, Bucky opened his eyes and was immediately met with an image of you, asleep, curled up with your back to him. He grinned at the sight of you, your body still bare after the events of last night, save for the covers tangled haphazardly around your hips. He let his eyes trail down your frame, following the curve of your shoulder, the shadow of your lower half beneath the blanket. His gaze paused to admire the ridges of muscle in your back, and he felt the urge to touch you again, so he did, grazing your shoulder blade with his fingertips. He used his right hand so he could truly feel the soft, warm pliancy of your skin.

It always felt unreal to him, the fact that he could touch you like this, not even because he wanted to, but because you liked it. You wanted him, and after all this time, it was still unbelievable to him. He loved you, and you loved him back. He hadn’t ever felt this way before, so sure of what he wanted, of whom he wanted. He wanted to lay there in bed with you forever, tucked under the covers and tangled up in each other. He wanted to spend every waking moment with you, protecting you, holding you, kissing you. He wanted just as badly to be protected by you, held by you, kissed by you. Bucky knew what he wanted; he just couldn’t believe you felt the same way. You loved him. And the thought of you loving him brought a giddy smile to his face.

You made a soft, tired sound, and Bucky felt you stir beneath his hand. His smile deepened, and he could see that you were pretending to sleep now. He stroked your back, drawing swirls across your skin, listening to your breath as it sped up just slightly, notifying him that you were indeed awake. Fine. He wanted to ask you this aloud, but if you were going to be a tease, so would he. He scooted closer to you and went back to tracing shapes on your back, slowly, efficiently, hoping you would realize what he was doing. W-I-L-L… Y-O-U…

Bucky hadn’t even started the last word when you turned over in bed suddenly, launching yourself at him with a squeal of delight. He laughed while you lay on top of him, kissing his face over and over and over. “Good morning to you, too,” he muttered while you held your lips to his cheek and made exaggerated smooching sounds.

You pulled back to gaze down at him, your eyes glassy with unshed tears. You were smiling; the sight made his heart swell in his chest. He could feel your fingers on his arm, but he was too lost in you to understand what you had traced. “Yes,” you murmured to him, your voice soft.

Bucky blinked, his eyes wide with disbelief. “Yes?” he repeated, dazed. “You mean—”

“Yes! My answer is yes, James!” you exclaimed. You brushed a strand of hair from his face—so delicately, he almost sighed with content—and kissed his temple. Smooch. “You’re such a romantic, admit it.”

Bucky scrunched up his nose in faux disgust. “No, I’m not.”

“Yes.” Smooch. “You are.”

“No.”

“Yes!” Smooch, smooch.

“You already said ‘yes’ to me, doll.”

“Oh, I’m not your doll.” This time you smooched the spot right between his eyebrows, then the tip of his nose, the cleft in his chin. “I’m your spouse.”

“You’ll always be my doll.” His hand had found its way to the back of your thigh; he squeezed it affectionately, and his other hand rose to cup your cheek, his thumb stroking your cheekbone. He tilted his head up to kiss your lips but you pulled back just out of reach. He frowned, brows knitted together in a pout. “And we’re not even married yet, sweetheart.”

“Key word: ‘yet’.” You kissed the corner of his lips, eyeing him cheekily. Your mouth ghosted over his, waiting for his next move.

Bucky grinned and kissed you back.

Me: I should tag this post with all my disorder tags think of all that attention

Also me: Yes but someone will read through all your tags and know what an attention seeker you are

Me: Jeez well when you put it that way…Damn, guess I’ve got to feel guilty now. I better go make a post about how ashamed I feel and tag it so everyone knows

Inktober #18 - Vampire AU Cherik, as prompted

Some of my favourite relevant fanfics, where at least one is a vampire:

- Vampyr by shizuke
- And the Gunslinger Followed by musical_emjay
- The Beginning by beren
- Dear Neighbor Mine by issabella
- Does Not Ebb by StarkMad
- vampire au ficlets by madneto

Below cut is the first vamp au pic that I refuse(d) to post:

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Ha ok, this is based off of this joke from Gravity Falls, the idea just came to me while I tried to fall asleep one night and wouldn’t leave me alone so!

Also bonus morning after:

Yes. Yes he did. And it’s all your fault, Missy.

Senior Initiate Kenobi

Hello There! I just wanted to thank everyone for their overwhelming response to my first little bit fun with Ahsoka and Tiny BB! Obi-Wan. (That is totally his name now and no one will convince me otherwise.) I am so, so humbled by all of the lovely comments and tags and reblogs you’ve given me and I cannot thank you all enough!

And now, we return to our previously scheduled Adventures of Ahsoka and Obi-Wan!

And if you have no idea what I’m talking about Part One is right here! And you can find Part Three here!


Was Ahsoka losing her mind?

“I’m sorry. What did you say your name was?” she sputtered in shock.

If it was possible, the boy in front of her looked even more crestfallen than before, his blue eyes darting off to the side as he hunched his shoulders defensively and bowed his head. “My name is Obi-Wan Kenobi.”

Yes. Ahsoka decided she was losing her mind.

Or maybe this a dream? Or a Force vision? Yes! Let’s go with Force vision. But what is the Force trying to tell me?

And why did this tiny version of Master Obi-Wan look so terribly depressed?

“It’s nice to meet you, Obi-Wan,” Ahsoka finally said, returning his bow with one of her own. “Where were you headed in such a rush?”

Obi-Wan seemed startled at her kind words and looked up at her, his wide blue-grey eyes doing that squinting thing Master Obi-Wan’s did whenever Anakin was trying to pull a fast one over him. It was almost comical coming from a child half her age.

Comical and heartbreakingly familiar.

“I was on my way to saber practice with Master Drallig,” Obi-Wan sighed, apparently deciding that Ahsoka was to be trusted. “I’m afraid I shall be late now. Master Drallig will be most displeased with me.”

Saber practice? With Master Drallig? Then that meant…

This is the Temple. I’m in the Temple. On Coruscant. This is a vision of the past. Of Obi-Wan’s past.

But why was the Force showing her this?

“Why don’t I go with you and explain it to him?” Ahsoka offered, a smile on her face. “If it hadn’t been for me, I’m sure you would have been right on time, right?”

Obi-Wan bit his lip and looked off to the side, his hands clasped behind his back as he rocked on his heels. “Ah… well, to be perfectly honest, Master Ahsoka, I am already tardy for my instructions.”

“How late are you?” Ahsoka asked, incapable of believing that Obi-Wan Kenobi could be late to anything, let alone to a class on lightsaber instruction. Anakin, yes, but Obi-Wan? Never!

Obi-Wan frowned. “Class started fifteen minutes ago.”

“Fifteen minutes ago?” Ahsoka echoed, shocked. That did not sound like the Master Obi-Wan she knew. “Why are you already so late?”

And why do you still look so sad?

Pursing his lips, Obi-Wan managed to get out a pained but polite answer. “I was talking with Master Sinube and he can be a bit… loquacious. It would have been terribly rude of me to interrupt him! He is a very wise master and I… eh-hem. And now I am even more late, Master Ahsoka.”

Then Initiate Obi-Wan did the same thing that Master Obi-Wan did when it was clear he was done explaining himself: he pulled his hands from behind his back, set his chin, and nodded solemnly. When she had been younger it had been intimidating at first, then amusing and now, to see the origins of that little head nod on such a small boy, it was positively endearing.

“Well then at least let me go with you to explain my part in this whole mess,” Ahsoka smiled, a soft and affectionate laugh following her statement. “Where is the class being held?”

“In the Northern Solar Room,” Obi-Wan explained, marching forward and his head held high. “And thank you, Master Ahsoka, but you need not impugn your honor on my account. I, alone, am responsible for my actions. I chose to offend Master Drallig’s sense of punctuality and I should pay the price for it.”

Ahsoka shook her head, a feeling of warmth and affection for this tiny version of her master’s master suffusing the Force. “I think my honor can take the hit, Obi-Wan.”

Obi-Wan looked back at her, one eyebrow arched in skepticism. He gave her a long look with those clear blue-grey eyes before he came a conclusion and shook his head. “As you wish, Master Ahsoka.”

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“How do I…?”

“How do you look?”

Aithlin’s brows flattened, but the warmth in Dorian’s eyes coaxed a smile out of him. “You shouldn’t interrupt me, but… yes, how do I look?”

“Like the most beautiful creature in Thedas.”

“’Aside from myself, of course’.”

Dorian laughed, low and sweet, and shook his head, forefinger tucked up beneath the curve of Aithlin’s chin. “There you go, putting words in my mouth again, when I’d much rather you find another way to engage it. A kiss, maybe, if you’re feeling adventurous?”

I was so so amped to get a chance to commission @oatson, and let me tell you, I wasn’t disappointed with the experience! Not by a long shot. Please, if you have a chance, go commission her. She’s such a sweetheart and (obviously) so talented! I mean, look at Aithlin’s arms.

Halloween Horror Nights; C.H.

First of all, I’m sorry it took me so long. Secondly, even though Halloween has already passed, who cares?! It should be a week festive instead of one night, so now you can enjoy Halloween one more time! And last but not least.. I’m really not happy with this piece.. 

I never thought that anyone could persuade me to do this. From when I was young, I have maintained that I never, never, and I repeat, never would go to a haunted house. Of course at that moment in time you don’t think you’ll have a complete sappy crush on one of your so-called bosses. And you don’t stop to think then that he might be so charming that when he asks you to please, please tag along it’ll be great, you simply mutter a dreamily ‘yes’ without thinking twice.

And that’s happening right now. For years, my friend had tried to persuade me. For years I have slipped between the meshes of the net. And what happens? Some handsome man with a smile that’ll make your knees weak makes you throw your principles right out of the door. I’m royally screwed.

“What scares you the most?” Calum grins as we line up to enter the Halloween Horror Nights.
“Jump scares? Which is why I didn’t want to come with you, fucking prick.” I roll my eyes as I rub my hands along my upper arms. I hadn’t been this nervous is months, maybe even years.

“Oh, yeah. You’re in the wrong place then. I thought you hated clowns?” He raises an eyebrow and as he finishes his sentence, I can feel the hair on the back of my neck stand up in complete and utter fright.
“Are you trying to inform me that there might be a clown jump scaring me?”

“Well, there’s always a distinct possibility, Y/n. But don’t worry, I’ll protect you.” Calum slings his arm over my shoulder and I scoff loudly, almost wanting to push him away but feeling more at ease with him in such a close vicinity. And maybe, just maybe I’m enjoying this a bit too much.
“Oh please. As soon as Pennywise shows up you’re a goner.” I chuckle at his mock hurt face, but soon my smile is wiped off of my own as I see we’re next in line.

“I’m going to murder you if I survive this.” I hear Michael snigger behind me and I turn around with the harshest glare I can muster. “I hope Freddy Krueger is here to get you.”
“Low blow, Y/N. It’s zombie apocalypse based anyway.” Michael mutters and I smirk triumphantly, winking at Ashton before I turn back around. “You guys, it isn’t real. We’ll forget about it like an hour after we’ve come out of this shit.” Luke tries to comfort me as he smiles down at me, but I’m not buying it.

“Have you ever seen Andy and Amy’s Haunted House? Where Ellen Degeneres decided to fuck some co-workers? That Andy guy, that’s me. And I’m not even scared of the Walking Dead.”
My eyes cast upwards when I hear a shrill shriek resonate through the human scattered area, my eyes glancing over the bold lettering of Universal Studios.

“That was hilarious.” Calum mutters with an amused grin, but as closer as I walk to the entrance my amusement dies down. I feel Luke’s hands rest on my shoulders as he gives me soft squeeze when I stop mid walk. “It sucks when someone makes you stop thinking and you agree to stupid shit, huh?” Luke whispers before he pushes me forward and I groan, regretting ever confiding in Luke.

I trail behind the boys, in hopes of not having to deal with any jump scares. My tactic included letting them squeal like little girls while I laugh, because I would’ve already seen it coming. I could feel my heart rate increasing as the boys walked a bit further, my eyes darting in every direction in search for a crack someone might leap through. Because of this fascination, I didn’t pay attention to the more obvious zombies – and I considered them props anyway – which seemed to be a very, very bad thing for me to do.

It’s not even in my face, but when I see the movement in the corner of my eye I already shriek so loud the boys stop in their tracks and whip around as if I were being murdered. I’m pressed against the wall, my heart visibly beating in my chest as I stare the character down.

There is a zombie, eyes wide and a wicked grin on his face, groaning in my face. I swear that the people that take on these jobs just love seeing people pee their pants – although if it weren’t me I’d probably pee myself laughing as well. But when I’m on the receiving end I’m anything but thankful for his exquisite performance.

I feel warm fingers slip in between mine and I jump in my spot again, eyes wide but heartrate slowing just the slightest bit when I feel the tug and see Calum sympathetically smile in my direction. “Come on.”

“I hate you for this.” I whisper, my eyes darting in every direction as I hide behind Calum’s rather tall frame. Calum humourlessly chuckles, I’m sure he’s thriving on my anxiousness right now. “This is a house?” I mumble when I stick my head from behind Calum, seeing we had passed the hallway and were now entering a bath room.

“Zombies are in homes too, Y/n.” Calum shrugs as he steps beside me, his gaze, just as mine, scanning the perimeter for any jump scares. “Where are the boys?” Before Calum can answer me though, two zombies suddenly jump out of the bath tub, sheet roughly pulled to the side as they make a bee line for me. A loud shriek leaves my lips and I use Calum as a shield. He realises what he has to do and walks to the other side of the room with me behind him, through the door and away from the two characters.

“Fucking hell.” I feel my nails digging into Calum’s waist and he is tense as well, though doesn’t make any sound. We’re in the living room now, a few zombies loitering around. They turn their heads as we make an appearance and start towards us. I’m not scared of those though, as I can see them advancing towards me. Calum circles us around the sofa and I had seen him before Calum has, and I completely throw him off guard when the loudest yell to be produced by me leaves my lips.

There’s one on the ground, his legs seemingly cut off but that doesn’t mean he isn’t damn fast. He crawls towards Calum is record speed and before I realise it, Calum is pressed against the fake fire place behind me, his eyes wide and trained on the zombie. I burst into hysterics, almost bend over double as I try to contain my giggles to a minimum. “Why the fuck are you laughing?” Calum growls as the zombie backs away and Calum almost makes a beeline for the exit door, towards the kitchen.
“That’s called desperate laughter.” I stumble behind him, my hand curling around Calum’s tensed biceps when I press my cheek against his black shirt.

“Remind me to not ask you to join my squad when the apocalypse is near.” Calum grumbles, sticking his head into the kitchen and sighing when he sees the coast is clear – you’d think we’d know better by now.
I see the creak of what I think is a storage room and I know one is going to pop out when we walk past that, and I’m pretty proud of myself for noticing before it has happened. This is the last room of this personal hell and I can’t wait when I see the darkness of the night again.

And of course, being so focused on that exit, I forgot to think about the table. As soon as the hand curls around my ankle, along with the gorgling sound when his face comes into view, I leap into the air so high my arms are tightly around Calum’s neck and my legs are slung over his hips. “No, fucking – no!”
“You don’t do that!” I yell down at the now grinning zombie man and Calum laughs along with him.

Calum carries me out the door and I let out a sigh of relief when I see it’s over. I jump off of his back and dust myself off, keeping my eyes glued to the floor because to be honest, I’m completely and utterly ashamed with myself. Calum starts walking towards the general direction of people – actual people, not props, zombies or characters – and I jump to keep up with him. I curl my hand around his arm again, because somehow I feel like this isn’t over yet.

“I’m sorry I dragged you into this. I’ll treat you on a date.” Calum says in such a nonchalant manner; I don’t even register the words when they’re first spoken. “What?”
“Do you want to go on a date?” Calum seems a lot less confident now that he has to repeat his words. He trails a crack in the concrete beneath our feet with the tip of his rattled old sneaker.

“Well, that depends. Are you dragging me to another one of these haunted houses? Then I’ll thankfully recline.” I grin as I punch his shoulder, walking away from him, but slowly enough to give him time to catch up to me. “I’ll make sure I won’t.” Calum laughs as he throws his arm around my shoulder, both of us walking up to the others who we sort of had lost as soon as the first zombie jumped in my face. “Then, yes, I would like that.” I grin up as we stop right in front of Luke and Ashton, who are laughing at my expense. I didn’t mind the slightest bit.