One Of The Worst Things You Can Do Is Take Advantage Of Someones Softeness And Kindness. Dont Keep Good

one of the worst things you can do is take advantage of someone’s softeness and kindness. don’t keep good people around if you know you can’t be just as good to them back. and don’t keep doing shitty things and expect that they’ll always take you back with loving arms. own up to your mistakes, genuinely apologize, and fix things through actions. leave if you have to. and leave when being asked to leave. just stop hurting people who love hard and real. 

family: why won't you come with us?

me: there must always be a stark at winterfell

the fact that calum is musically gifted, athletic, kind, funny, and attractive really fucks me up

So I saw a thing and can you write something about neck kisses? Preferably Michael but do whatever floats your boat

BROOOO BRO BRO BRO I AIN’T EVEN QUEUEING THIS SHIT I’M DIVING STRAIGHT ON IN

because michael would be totally weak to neck kisses. you two would be on the couch and you’d be straddling his lap and just completely going for it. and your lips would travel from his lips to his jaw and then down the length of his neck and this boy would just melt, like full on, head falling back, arm brushing down your back, light moan melt. you wouldn’t even need to give him a hickey to get a response out of him, although he did love it when you licked and sucked at his skin, leaving dark purple marks on his pale skin that he would have to explain the next morning

and with calum, it would be in the middle of a hot and heavy make-out session, when you’re pulled on top of him and grinding up on him, and his hands are cupping your ass over your jeans, pressing you into him. and his lips are soft as pillows and welcoming as all fuck, but you just have the most primal urge to kiss his tan skin on his neck and right by his jaw and down by his collarbones because holy hell he has the nicest collarbones. and you would kiss and kiss and kiss, not staying in one place too long but savoring the taste of his skin, sucking a hicky right above his collarbone, yelping when he smacks your ass because “baby, I’m going to get so much shit for that tomorrow morning”

and luke luke luke omg scruffy neck kisses down your neck while he’s laying half on top of you on the couch and the tv is blaring in the background but you’re just focused on his lips on yours but- wait- you lose contact with him only for him to begin peppering kisses down the side of your neck, brushing your hair out of the way to give him access to more skin. and the scruff along his cheeks tickles you, and you start to giggle before he bites down harshly on your skin at the base of your neck, nipping playfully as his hand comes around your waist and pulls you in closer to him, rolling you underneath him

ashton would focus in so hard on what he was doing because he knew that there was one spot that always made you weak; and he knew this because the last time you two were making out like you were now, he had hit that spot, and you had let out the most pornographic moan that made ashton swear that he would find that spot again. and so he lifts his mouth off of yours and begins pressing kisses down the hollow of your neck, tilting your chin back and kissing all the way down to your sternum. and there’s just a lot of moving around and testing the area out until he hits that one spot, right underneath your jaw, and you lace your fingers tightly through his hair and let out a gasp, grinding your hips against him.

omg can you do you overhearing calum talking to the boys about how great your sex life is and they have no idea that you were listening

he would be sauntering around the backstage room with his shirt off, just to let everyone see the scratches you had left down his back the previous night. he did it on purpose, wanting the rest of the guys to see how you had clawed him up, as if they couldn’t hear you two going at it. hotel walls were notoriously thin, and calum apparently had a thing for other people being able to hear you two.

and michael had seen the scratches on calum’s back, had raised his eyebrows, and high fived him, going, “nice.”

cal was a cocky shit about it too, going on about, “couldn’t keep her hands off me,” ignoring the retching sounds from luke in the back, because the last thing luke wanted to hear about was cal’s sex life. especially after luke had been kept up all. last. night. “must be doing something right,” cal laughed, slinging his t-shirt over his shoulder in an attempt to stay shirtless for just a bit longer, to rub it in for just a few more minutes.

to be quite honest, you couldn’t believe that he was talking about your sex life without even mentioning how he was, how he came undone underneath you at the end of the night. there were a lot of scratches down his back because of you, but there was no way that they could’ve heard his whispered pleads with you, telling you how much you turned him on, just please, please, don’t tease. how he hissed at the feeling of your nails digging into his skin, the sinking of your teeth into the flesh on his hip bones. because cal was first and foremost, a sub, and he refused to admit it.

and you were so pissed at him that later that night, when he pleaded with you, you said no, and dragged it out just a bit longer. he could boast all he wanted to the guys, but you two both knew who had the upper hand.

i still cant get over this