he is actually snoring right now

Good Girl (Smut)

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Request: Can you do something like Keep It Down but with Aaliyah being in the room.

Word count: 3,512

Originally posted by sensualkisses


I was lying between each of Shawn’s thighs on the couch, my back resting against his broad chest and his arms wrapped tightly around me.

We were cuddled up and tangled together under a warm blanket, watching some random movie on the TV that Aaliyah really wanted us to see with her. Aaliyah was lying under another blanket in the beanbag in front of us, resting her head on the edge of the grey sofa.

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blacksunxo  asked:

hi mishi! i love you and your writing so much. do you mind writing new-york-november-college-au with will catching a cold and mike fussing all over him? thanks!!

AHHH I love you too! that means so much!! and this prompt is so cute, i’m happy to do it! they’re about 19-20 here, still in college, in new york to visit jonathan… i love writing college byeler lol


“No hospitals,” Will tells him when Mike takes the thermometer out of his mouth. He’s so congested though it comes out as some undecipherable mumble and Mike stares at him incredulously.

“You’ve got a fever of 102. We should go to the doctor,” he says, rolling his eyes when Will whines out a loud “nooooooo” and buries himself under the covers. They’re in New York for the week, visiting Jonathan, but their flight had gotten delayed in Chicago and Will got sick from there, and it’s been a day since they landed but here they are in their hotel room, a mountain of used tissues around Will’s bed while Mike’s been snoozing on the couch. “Seriously, Will come on.”

“I just need rest,” Will’s voice is muffled and Mike has to ask him to repeat himself twice before he emerges from the covers, looking indignant. In any other circumstance, Mike would coo - with his bright red nose, flushed cheeks, and watery eyes, Will looks so cute. But Mike is far too concerned about his health to care about how cute he looks - much, anyways. In some way, Mike Wheeler is always thinking about how cute Will Byers is.

“Alright then,” Mike says as he rises. “You’re going to sleep and I’m going to go out and grab some soup and meds for you. Understood, Byers?”

“Sir yes sir, Captain Wheeler,” Will answers back cheekily. Mike wags a scolding finger at him as he exits. 

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Snores

(a/n) idk who requested this but i have so many in my notes and drafts but i’ll be getting on all of them over the next week or so.

Imagine~ Kai thinking you’re asleep and telling you his feelings towards you.

Silence echoed through the home as you slept peacefully on Kai’s chest, his eyes gazing over your features. The unbelievable loneliness of the prison world had lead you to where you were right now, lying on his chest with light snores escaping your mouth.

Even though your actions showed you were asleep, you were actually half awake, quietly listening to Kai’s heartbeat. You could tell Kai was awake, his breathing was inconsistent and fast unlike how it was when he slept.

Everything was mute which was why it surprised you when you felt his chest vibrate and whispers from him wave into you. “If only you knew.” he whispered and before you could speak he started again.

“I wish I could tell you how much you mean to me.” he whispered, “But I can’t tell you because it would ruin everything. Which is why I’m saying this whilst you’re asleep and can’t hear me. So basically I’m speaking to myself which is pretty dumb.” he chucked nervously but you could hear the hurt lacing his voice.

All of you wanted to reply but you couldn’t bring yourself to, so you lay there waiting in anticipation for what he was going to say next. Even if you were to say something it was unclear what you would actually say.

Before you could think about what you would say he spoke up again, interrupting your thoughts. “If only you could hear me right now, you’d probably laugh at me but I’d do anything to hear that laugh. In all honesty I think I’m in love with you.” he sighed.

Your heart rate sped up and you were so glad in this moment that he thought you were asleep. Something stirred within you and your heart warmed at his words as butterflies swarmed your stomach. You were hoping Kai didn’t notice the disrupt in your sleeping patterns but unfortunately he did.

“Y/N? You awake?” he whispered, a small amount of fear lacing his voice. You simply stirred lightly before fluttering your eyes open, acting as if his low voice had awoken you.

“Hmm?” you hummed, looking up at him with hooded eyes. A sigh of relief escaped him before he simply leaned in and left a kiss on your forehead. “Go back to sleep.” he sighed into your hair.

Slowly but surely you fell into a enchanted sleep along side the one who you’d recently discovered you were deeply infatuated with.

Saddle Up, Cowboy: 13x06 Viewing Notes

Long post ahead! Focused mostly on the destiel moments, because have you met me? I got to watch live tonight (yay!) so I actually had some time to type stuff up…

THE REUNION:

Dean standing there completely and utterly frozen like if he blinks or breathes, Cas is going to disappear. Cas looking everywhere but at Dean.

“I don’t even know what to say,” says Sam.

“I do,” Dean says, as he walks slowly towards Cas, a cross lit up behind him, and romantic music swelling in the background. The same music that changes tone for the Sam/Cas hug because something is different. It’s maybe even a little ominous sounding for the Sam/Cas hug. Foreshadowing perhaps?

“Welcome home, pal.”  Pal? Really, Dean? REALLY?! *eyeroll*

THE HUG. Dean’s grimace, and that little smile. Cas’s slow double blink as Dean hugs him. Misha’s no Jensen, but he’s quite good with micro-expressions too, because that blink Cas does? I’ve seen that before.

Compare this (from idjitlovespie):

With this (from canon spn gifs):

It’s Cas’s tell when he’s feeling a strong emotion, or startled, or can’t quite believe something’s happening and fuck am I here for it.

“Too damn long,” says Dean, with actual tears in his eyes.

Yes, yes, YES!!!! says me. 

(Also, I’m a little confused, because I thought Cas wasn’t supposed to remember The Empty. My 13x05 coda for last week specifically addressed this after it was brought to my attention. Nobody listen to Misha ever, he’s a lying liar :P )


THE BUNKER:

THREE different hugs for Cas in one episode is still not enough. Hug him always. Please.

“Watch this! I can move the pencil.” He’s so CUTE. ARRGH. Jack is adorable and precious and I can’t take it. I CAN’T TAKE IT.

Dodge City. Dean’s a dork. And Cas know’s all about it with that knowing look.

Two salty hunters, one half-angel kid, and a dude who just came back from the dead again. Team Free Will 2.0. HERE WE GO.


THE STAMPEDE MOTEL:

They brought costumes… and Dean has a hat box!

The Wild Bill Suite! Dean, you gigantic bisexual dork, checking out all the cowboys on the wall. Hey-oh!

“He really likes cowboys”
“Yes, yes he does.”
Cas could not be more the long-suffering spouse in this instant if he tried.

Aw, look at my boys, bonding over their lack of sleep.

Sam spotting that Dean’s in a good mood now all of a sudden. The unspoken implication there is of course, that their mom is still missing. Curious, isn’t it, Sam?

Cas = A pretty damn big win. Oh look, he spelled it out with his words in actual text. What the hell is happening right now?!

Cas and Jack bonding is so perfect. They’re both so good and pure!

Look at Dean all soft and snoring and perfectly relaxed and OH NO GUN!
Coffee first. And then the glare Cas gives Dean? HA. 
“I told you, he’s an angry sleeper. Like a bear.”

Okay, let’s break this down. We know canonically that Cas has watched Dean sleep. What we’ve now had confirmed, is that he’s also woken Dean up from sleeping. And if he knows that Dean wakes up like a grumpy old bear when he’s startled, how many times has he done this? And with that knowledge, how does Cas wake Dean up? I have a mighty need to see soft and gentle good morning murmurs between these two.

Also! Cas plunking his ass back down to wait for Dean to finish his coffee with no words exchanged. Gah. Give me all the domestic destiel. All of it. 

THE COWBOY SCENE:

I laughed so hard on first watch of this I had to go back because I didn’t even catch any of the dialogue. Dorky, bickering hunter husbands. Yes please! 

I don’t have a lot of notes for this scene, even on a second watch, because it was still just too much to take in. So I’m just going to sit here and think about Dean and Cas watching movies together, Cas giving in and watching the bad ones because they make Dean happy. Dean being happy that Cas is back, not because he can zap them places, or bring a man back from the dead, but because he’s the weird, dorky little angel he loves who watches stupid movies, deadpans the lines, and still doesn’t blend in, but goes along with the costumes all the same, because Dean asked him to.

THE MORGUE:

The undertaker is pretty… Sam thinks so too. Aww, and you just know that if Jack hadn’t been there they would have talked and bonded over Amanda Palmer. 

Her boyfriend is a colossal, abusive dick though. Blech.

THE SHOOTOUT:

Poor Jack. Why can’t Cas bring the bank guy back? I’m confused…

Can everyone stop almost hitting Dean with cars while he’s trying to chase bad guys? That’d be great.

THE PURSUIT:

Dean: “Aw hell.” I laughed so fucking hard at this. “Mnh- nope. I don’t wanna.”

Dean going headfirst down a dirty hole, grunting and sputtering…

THE CAR:

Baby has gone with Sam, and Cas, and Jack. Which is probably for the best, because a few scenes back, Dean just left her parked in the middle of the goddamned road. I was horribly offended for her.

Cas: “It’s a mistake. That doesn’t mean that you can’t be better. Do better. I believe that. I have to believe that.” OOF.

THE KILL SHOT:

I find it interesting that last episode Dean was ready to die and ready to pull the trigger himself. This episode? At gunpoint? Dean’s doing everything he can to draw attention from the innocent in the room, but he’s also plotting, and planning, and doing everything he can to live. Because, oh hey, he has something to live for again.

There’s also a marked difference between how Dean talks to the deputy here and how he talks to Sheriff Barker in 13x01. Here, Dean’s trying to preserve some of the illusion. With Sheriff Barker he was absolutely all out of fucks, and it was so atypical for Dean to just blurt everything out like that.

FINAL THOUGHTS:

While hilarious and awesome, I think it’s really telling that Cas has as much insight into Dean as he does, and much of it without words. How much Dean loves cowboys, how he sleeps, how he wakes up, how much coffee he needs. All of this contrasted with last episode and Sam’s misguided insight into his brother that we saw was painfully off the mark at times. Curious…

Boyfriend! Jaebum

  • Jaebum is famous in the college campus as the hot b-boy who seems rough and hard to approach, but girls just can’t seem to take their eyes off of him.
  • he likes wearing black and ripped jeans when he’s not in his comfortable loose fitting dancing clothes. 
  • has a part-time job at the coffee shop nearby the campus so that place is  mostly busy when his shift starts.
  • you met him at the shop because you like to people watch. 
  • little did you know, there’s a person watching you from the inside..yes that’s Jaebum.
  • He does subtle flirting when you order everyday; remain intense eye contact, smirk when you stumble on your order, repeat your name multiple times when writing your name on the cup..out loud, somehow whenever you look up he’s always making eye contact..
  • you actually never met him on campus before and just nicknamed him coffee boy because for some reason he doesn’t have a nametag??
  • he always forget to put on the name tag and also too lazy.
  • finally met you at the campus when the school had music festival and this time you were the vendor and he was hanging out with his loud friend who you believe was named jackson. 
  • still making very intense eye contact at you with that killer smile.
  • as cliche as this sounds, but he ask for your number on the coffee cup the next day when you went to the shop.
  • you said yes and the rest is history. 
  • he’s actually a softy. likes to cuddle you to sleep. tight grip around your waist when you fall asleep, but warm presents. 
  • when you wake up he’s already staring at you
  • “you were snoring a bit”
  • you: “…you haven’t brush your teeth have you. how long have you been up”
  • “ah i suddenly need your kisses right now gimme” scoots closer while puckering his lips.
  • he get distracted by stray cats because he said it reminds him of his cat back at home.
  • brings you to his dance practice to show off to you sometimes. you think he actually look pretty good all sweaty.
  • until he comes up to you cover in sweats and runs after you for a hug.
  • sometime you feel like he does those hip thrust a lot more when you’re around. why is he so into it stop being so extra.
  • likes to put his arm around your shoulder just because he’s taller and then proceed to give you headlock.
  • not big on PDA but subtle touches like the small of your back, folds of your arms, brushes your hair away from your face, or your leg touches when sitting close together.
  • he’s a jealous guy, but fumes in silents.
  • does pull you away from a situation that seems too risky though like a guy who is clearly trying to ask for you number while Jaebum is just 5 feet away.
  • “Just sit here and watch me practice”
  • you: “i been watching you, jaebummie”
  • “it seems i have to be watching you now by this rate.” side eyes the dude from before.
  • neck kisses. this man is low-key kinky. he seriously love your neck. sometime you think he might actually be a vampire or something. 
  • you guys have silver couple rings and matching thrasher hoodies.

anonymous asked:

"actually... I just miss you" for nurseydex when they're still crushing on each other pretty hard. congrats on the 800!

Thank you for this cute prompt!  I hope you like it!


“actually… I just miss you, dude.” Nursey says it while he’s half asleep laying his head in Dex’s lap. They were talking about their winter breaks. Nursey had insisted that Dex pet his head because “that would be the hashtag chillest”. He always gets this way after he had couple of beers and too many slices of Bitty’s Pie. He is just so soft (and has no fucking filter apparently). 

Dex is internally freaking the fuck the out. This isn’t them. They expressed their feelings and care through fond bickering and exasperated chirping.  It like the foundation of their relation–friendship to antagonize the shit out of each other. Dex has no fucking idea how to respond this vulnerable honesty.  

They have this unspoken rule to not mention the stares, the overt flirty chirps, the lingering “not bro” touches, and, how they are basically cuddling on this fucking gross ass couch right now. Dex isn’t sure if he is ready to risk the chance that maybe Nursey doesn’t actually like him like that. Maybe he’s the idiot who falls for the first boy to show him affection and attention.  Nursey’s soft snores pull him out of the train wreck of his internal monologue.  

Dex leans over to whisper into Nursey’s ear “ I missed you too, asshole”, Nursey snorts and pushes the lingering smile further into Dex’s stomach. It tickles, and, Dex just can’t help but laugh softly. They’re are so ridiculous and Dex wouldn’t have it any other way.  

Haunting Halloween : After the Party

Genre: Fan Fiction (Vikings)
Pairing: Ubbe/Reader
Warnings: N/A
Rating: G
Length: Drabble
Disclaimer: a strict work of fiction, I own nothing except the original characters and the plot line. In no way am I affiliated to any of it.  

A/N: I know, it is not Halloween, but it took a day or two to craft this. 

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Read:  Haunting Halloween

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txf-fic-writein prompts: visuals: sheets

The sheets are cool against her back, his body next to her warm and inviting. He is asleep, his back curled to her, shoulders rising and falling with each deep breath, snoring softly.

She tangles her fingers in the soft, wispy hairs at the nape of his neck, and he stirs. The ceiling fan whirls overhead. though the air it blows down is hot rather than cool due to open motel window.

Of all the places they’ve stayed, this may be one of the nicer motels. Actual vacancy, no cockroaches, and semi-working air conditioning. So the sheets are scratchy and the comforter is heavy, but Mulder is warm next to her and that’s really what’s important right now.

How did she get here? How did she end up in this motel, in this place, Fox Mulder’s naked body next to hers? She knows the logistics, the details of the case that got them sent to this rural town, but how did she end up on this trajectory and in bed with him?

Her head is too heavy for such thoughts. A glass of wine at the place he took her to dinner still coats her tongue, sticky-sweet and a little sour, now. She forgot to pack a toothbrush and she contemplates just stealing his.

Instead, she rolls over, settling against the warmth of him. She knows if she arches right her spine will poke into his (he complains she’s too bony, sometimes,) and she sticks her feet between his legs, knowing they’re cold, knowing it will wake him and not caring in the slightest.

She belongs in this bed, next to him, and that is all that matters.

Rumors

Prompt: Sleeping

AU: ???

 Day 1 prompt for the gtjsefanclub anniversary! I’ll be honest, the sleeping in this is minimal, the story kind of got away from me a bit.


Jack had heard the rumors. Everyone in his small town had. Some believed it, while others made fun of it, saying it was just a story made up to keep kids from going out in the woods. The rumor itself was relatively new. Jack had first heard about it the year before, in his junior year of high school. It blew up there because of how crazy it was.

The rumor was as follows. Don’t go too deep in the woods, for a giant, man-eating beast lives out there. And if it even catches one sight of you, you’re dead. Of course Jack never believed it, and neither did any of the other high schoolers. The rumor itself was made more for little kids to not wander off and get lost.

So, then, why did he find himself going deep into the woods this friday night? Well, multiple reason. The main one being his friend Felix had dared him to. He was childish like that, but he did offer Jack 50 dollars if he did it. All he had to do was take a picture of the road at the other end of the woods and he would get the money. Jack accepted the challenge, the only real challenging part being how far he had to walk. He wasn’t scared.

Well, not of a giant man-eating beast anyway.

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I’d Do It Again If I Had To 

(This is part two of I’m Going To Make You Pay For This  the imagine where Damian saves the Reader from Killer Croc)


Jason and Damian brought you back to Wayne Manor in order to be treated for your injuries. Alfred had to wire you up to several different machines, including one to help you breathe. You are in a critical condition, only time itself will tell if you will survive through the night or not. 

Damian sits at your bedside holding your hand desperately. He hasn’t moved a muscle since the minute Alfred let him into the room, just sitting there clutching your hand in hopes that you will come around. You don’t look at all like yourself right now, your skin is bruised, pale and there is a blue tinge to your lips. It hurts to see you this way. If Damian ever encounters Killer Croc again, he will make sure he suffers more than he has every felt in his life for what he has done. 

“You have to wake up, I need you to.” Tears start to fill his emerald eyes as he presses a gentle kiss on the hand he is holding so tightly, afraid to let go. 

Little does he know Jason is standing at the door listening to him. Damian is soon aware of his presence when he looks over his shoulder for a brief moment. With his free hand, he wipes away his tears, not wanting to show weakness, especially in front of Jason. 

“I thought you could do with some water.” Jason holds the glass out for him to take. 

“Thanks.” Damian gives an abrupt reply before gulping down the water and sitting the glass on the bedside cabinet to his left. 

It has been a long night for both of them, they are both clearly exhausted but neither are willing to rest until they know for sure that you are going to be okay. Jason pulls a seat to the other side of your bed, taking hold of your other hand. Damian gives Jason a slight glare, he brushes it off. Normally he wouldn’t but in this case he will let it slide. He is aware that Damian wishes to be alone with you so that he is the first person you will see when you wake up but Jason isn’t going anywhere. At least this way you will have your two most important boys with you in your time of need. 

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noodle--nerd  asked:

I am interested in Don't Leave Me as a possible fic, and Horror Movie Night sounds swuper 'derble!

Ah okay I got a request for “Shadow” so I think I’ll pair “Don’t Leave Me” up with that one for double reapy goodness, but in the meantime here’s some Horror Movie Gency goofiness.

“So I’d like to thank Winston for getting the rec room set up, and everyone tonight for coming together to help prove my point,” said D.Va, holding up a holovid package proudly.

“They are not here to prove your point, they are here to choose for themselves!” said Reinhardt.

“Well yeah, but when they watch your movie, they’re all going to fall asleep and forget why they’re here,” said D.Va, tossing the holovid package over to Winston and putting her hands on her hips.

“You kids have no respect for the classics,” muttered Reinhardt.

“Remind me again the purpose of this?” said Symmetra, glancing up from her tablet on the couch.

“Three years ago, the horror movie ‘Raven Witch’ came out in Korea,” said D.Va.

“A shoddy remake of the German classic, ‘Nimmermehr,’” said Reinhardt, folding his arms.

“Uh no, it’s a vastly superior remake,” said D.Va with a roll of her eyes, “So, tonight’s movie night theme is we’re going to watch both and you’re going to vote on which is better!”

Symmetra gave a skeptical glance to Winston, who shrugged and said, “I don’t have time to pick a movie every week.”

“I think it’s a good idea,” said Genji. Symmetra shot him that same skeptical glance. “Well… we haven’t seen a horror film yet, have we?” he said.

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fan-of-encouragement  asked:

God I need help b/c you know Levi probably didn't hear many nice words after his Mom died and he has trouble sleeping until Eren starts saying sweet things to him and soothes him to sleep and alskabkdk I HAVE SLAIN MYSELF WITH FEELS.

oOFOGOOFOG DDUDUDUUDE, u shouldnt have sent me this bc now i am crying as well ;______; i swear i didnt mean for this to happen but it did so yeah, have a drabble

It’s just past midnight, and as usual, Levi cannot sleep.

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Leaving the timestamps to display my shame, lmao. Anyway I guess for MAJOR fights, the nebulous Krell plot (x) probably tops the list. Especially between Rex and Cody, since it’s also kind of a weird echo of Order 66 in that Rex goes rogue earlier on while Cody remains in step with the corrupt authorities longer than he should. For Fives and Echo, there’s a major learning curve in dealing with each other after Echo loses his limbs. But that probably deserves its own post. I do have some thoughts scribbled down, but it’s still a very rough draft. So I’ll move on for now. Between all the bros, there’s a lot of back-and-forth leading up to collectively accepting that their parents are kind of shitty. 

But for smaller disagreements, here is a long but still very incomplete list of things that that cause the boys to bicker, squabble, argue, fight, and occasionally come to blows:

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Did I ever tell you... (OB, F)

🎉🎉HAPPY BIRTHDAY CL 🎉🎉

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

@writings-by-cl / @admincl my Tumblr better half, half of Clecca, softest most emotional person I know, I hope you have a very very happy birthday! I debated between making you suffer with a tremendous amount of smut or a big lovely fluff scenario…. I wanted nice and sweet, so I hope you enjoy it! May all your wishes come true today, may your skin be clear, may your money multiply, may your curls be bouncy, may your sex be fantastic!

This is an Optional Bias Scenario, so you can imagine any of your biases as your chosen suitor!

Word Count: 1379 

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: cute fluffy stuff may lead to puking rainbows. Also, this is domestic/academic AU.

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I Can’t Lose You || Calum Hood

back at it again with the calum imagines! lol

Summary: Calum’s insecurity ends up biting him in the ass when the fight between you and him affects his performance. He gets a panic attack and the only person who can calm him down was you.

I M A G I N E 

“Y/N, why the hell would you put on that short, skimpy-looking pair of shorts?” Calum yelled at you as he was pulling down his black tank top. Calum was overreacting to the fact that you were wearing a fairly short pair of shorts. But, it was the summer time and you were practically melting. So, you thought that wearing such shorts would keep you cooler. Although they did, it produced a heated fight between you and Calum. 

“Calum, it’s summer time and it’s fucking hot!” You yelled, watching as he gave you a glare. He was ruffling his hair before a hairstylist came in to fix it up for him. The show was about to begin, after all. “Why else would I wear these shorts, Calum?”

“I don’t know, maybe to grasp the attention of other guys?” Calum pointed out as the hairstylist awkwardly trimmed a bit of his hair. “C’mon now, Y/N, it makes your ass look divine.”

“I’m not trying to wear it to look good!” You yell, rolling your eyes at him. “I would be sweating cats and dogs if I wore leggings or some jeans.”

“Then why not wear a long skirt?” Calum suggested, looking you dead in the eye. The hairstylist fled from the dressing room, realizing how bad this fight was getting. 

“I feel uncomfortable with skirts, and you know that!” You argued, feeling yourself get hotter from the yelling. 

“I would rather you be uncomfortable than totally exposed!” Calum said, going all up in your face. He was breathing heavily, seeing as his chest went up and down quickly with big inhales and exhales. “It’ll help me be at ease.”

“Oh, so my comfort doesn’t matter so long as your comfort is in tact?” You said, fairly offended at how selfish Calum was. You understood the jealousy, but that was because he cares about you and doesn’t want to lose you. But why can’t he trust you? “You don’t trust me, and that’s fucked up, Calum.”

“I do trust you!” Calum disagrees, flailing his two arms in the air. “I just would feel much better if you didn’t wear that overly-exposing pair of shorts to show the entire world how sexy your ass and legs look!”

“But Calum, that’s not my damn intention!” You say pleadingly. “I just want to wear a pair of shorts because it’s way too hot!”

“Five minutes, Calum!” A worker peeks into the room and says. He then escapes to do other work, leaving you and Calum practically oozing with heat. You sighed, looking away at Calum. Finding yourself to play with the hem of your shorts, you begin to feel bad. The extreme urge of apologizing felt crucial even though you didn’t necessarily do anything wrong. But, it would make the situation much better if you apologized and moved on.

“Calum, I just want to say that I’m–” you tried to apologize but Calum wasn’t having it.

“Go to the fucking bus and wait there,” Calum said coolly, not even bothering to go look at you. “I’ll see you after the performance.” Calum began walking away, leaving you hurt and confused. Did he not want you there to watch the performance and be there for him.

“But Calum, I always watch your performances!”  You called out, but Calum was already out the door. You sighed unhappily, looking down to the ground. He didn’t want you to see him perform… It shattered your heart a bit to think that he sent you away to the bus rather than being on left wing to watch him perform. With you shoulders falling and head down, you trotted out the dressing room and towards the tour bus. 


“You alright, mate?” Luke asked Calum during the middle of a song break. Michael was telling the audience about how Ashton dropped an open and entirely new pack of Vegemite on the ground. Ashton was trying to deny it, but held the face of pure embarrassment. 

“No,” Calum said, his voice croaky and strained. “I fought with Y/N before the show tonight, and I can’t seem to shake this stomach ache I have because of it.” Luke nudged Calum, giving him a reassuring smile.

“You’re probably just a bit hungry, too,” Luke said, taking a swig of water. “Just talk it out later, okay?” Calum shook an unconvincing nod before going to his mic to ready himself for Beside You.

Calum was doing just fine during the performance. But he couldn’t help but start to feel himself swim through rough waters when he began the next verse of the song. You just kept showing up in his mind, your smile, your laughter– it was taunting him. Because right now, he was sure as everything that he had lost you and he was so mad at himself. He kept looking at left wing, feeling sad when he didn’t see you there. That was his fault. 

Bring me back, bring me back to you…” Calum sang, feeling his heart get slower as he was begging for air. His heart was having a bipolar moment, with his heart moving like waves, but then suddenly going as fast as a speeding train. “When we both wake up underneath the same sun. Time stops, I wish that I could rewind…” Calum stopped playing his bass, holding onto the mic stand as though he was going to fall. “So close but so fah…” before everyone knew it, Calum fell to the ground and began to cry, feeling himself lose breath dramatically. 


You were sitting in the tour bus, crying. You feared that Calum didn’t want you anymore. He sent you away to the tour bus, denying you the pleasure of watching him perform. It hurt your feelings as you were browsing through potential plane tickets and flight dates. You supposed that you were going home. 

Of course, until a wild Michael Clifford came rushing in the tour bus, pale and sweaty as ever.

“Y/N, fucking come over here now!” Michael grabbed your wrist and pulled you out the door. As confused as you were, you frantically joined him anyways. Stuffing your phone in your pocket, you actually ran at Michael’s pace. 

“Mikey, what’s going on?” You asked as security let the two of you in the stadium. You guys were rushing passed workers and worried management. You were confused from their concerned faces and looks. 

“Calums having a panic attack, and nothing is calming him down!” Michael said as you felt yourself grow goosebumps. Calum is having a panic attack? A surge of worry and fear filled you as you began to run faster than Michael. “He’s in his dressing room!” Michael yells, knowing you were gonna make it quicker than him. You dashed over, passing by bodies as you made it to the dressing rooms. Once you saw Calums name on the door, you shoved the door open and was introduced to a series of painful screams. 

“Calum, it’s okay! Relax, mate, please!” Luke cooed, holding onto his hand as Ashton held the other. A few of the doctors that were part of the management were there, trying to calm him with a series of medications and images of ‘soothing things.’ But you felt your lips quiver when you heard Calums voice. 

“I can’t! I c-can’t!” Calum screamed, tears oozing from his eyes as he was lying down on the couch. “Breathe-! I can’t breathe!” You ran to the couch, instantly picking up Calums head and placing it on your lap. You began playing with his hair as he was shaking in fear and anxiety. 

“Hey, I’m here, baby, I’m here!” You cooed, kissing Calums forehead gently. “It’s all okay, Calum, I’m here and I’m not going anywhere!” Calum looked into your eyes with his, full of horror and distance. 

“Y/N! Y/N, is that you?” Calum asked, his voice immensely shaky and croaky. His tears still existed though his crying was calming down. “Y/N, please don’t–! Don’t ever go, please! Tour bus, never! Never again will I send you there!” 

“And I’ll never go there!” You say, beginning to cry at his sad face. “Even if you say so, I will be there at left wing. Always, Calum!” Calum instantly shot up from lying down and sat up straight. He immediately took you into his arms and sealed you there, rocking the both of you back and forth. You smiled, your head leaning on his chest with your arms loosely around his. 

“F-fuck, I love you, Y/N!” Calum said through his crying. “I c-can’t lose you, and I never will even dare let you through my fingers!” You felt his heart beat slow down to a normal pace as he held you tighter. 

“I love you, too, Calum,” you whispered, planting a small kiss on his chest before closing your eyes. “You won’t lose me, I won’t let that happen, either.” And that did the trick. Before the boys and the management knew it, Calum rested his head on yours, with his rocking gradually stopping. He joined you in closing his eyes, but then ended up falling sleep. You smiled at the sound of a now calm and snoring Calum Hood. 

“I can’t lose you, Y/N,” Calum whispered in his sleep, his hold on you still strong and passionate. “Without you, I wouldn’t be breathing right now…”

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#221: You Sleep At His Place For The First Time

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Luke:

“You think it’s gonna clear up?” You questioned while hovering over your shoulders, torn between leaning down completely and putting them on or just stopping already. Your jacket was half thrown over your shoulder and pulled into one of your arms, resting against your waist and you looked up at hear him say a few mumbles. “It doesn’t look like it.” He mumbled, hands holding onto the curtain so he could look outside at the storm that never seemed to have an ending. You sighed softly and left your shoes to head towards him, wanting to look outside as well but that was when the electricity went out completely, leaving you in darkness. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” You commented with wide eyes, having to adjust to the sudden light change and watched as Luke used his phone for a flashlight. A huge sigh came from your lips when you fell back to his couch, eyeing him find a package of matches and lit some candles around his coffee table. “What do you want me to do?” You questioned when he sat back, hand coming up to run through his hair and the other grabbing yours gently. “You know what I want to do?” He answered the question with a question and you furrowed your eyebrows. “I want to go upstairs, lit a few more candles and find another sheet from my closet. I want to go find my favourite shirt and put it on you, find some sappy movies on my Netflix Account on my laptop and afterwards fill a tray with candy. I want to go to bed tonight thinking that I can both kiss you goodnight but also kiss you good morning. I want to wake up to your messy bed hair and beautiful face knowing that the day will start out great no matter what because you’re there beside you.” The more he explained, the more he was smiling and it was making your stomach erupt with butterflies. “What are you saying, Luke?” You questioned, already knowing what he was going to say. He sighed softly by your words and pulled you into his side, kissing your forehead gently. “Would you please stay the night with me? Both because of the storm but also because I feel like we’re ready to take that next step in our relationship.” He somehow felt nervous with asking, looking down at you with hopeful eyes and it seemed to ease up when you smiled all over your face and giggled. “Sounds really nice.” You hummed, giggling again when he had you pinned down on the couch, his lips finding yours for a brief kiss. “Looks like we’ve got all night then.”  

Calum:

”If we continue like this you’ll end up falling asleep.” You hummed against his cheek, eyes looking up at him lovingly and saw his he fluttered his eyes open. “No, no I’m awake, don’t worry.” He commented in a raspy voice, eyes glancing towards the TV screen in front of his bed and confusion hit his face. He definitely hadn’t remembered this part of the movie and it was totally spoiling that he had been half asleep since putting it on. “I was just resting my eyes for a short minute. Or twenty.” The last part was said in a mumble and you giggled lightly by his words, sitting up from his bed and stroke your arms. “No, no don’t go.” He whined when your feet touched the carpet, peeking one eye open by you looking over your shoulder. “I have to get back, the last bus drives within 15 minutes and I have to walk as well.” “Take the first that goes tomorrow morning.” He mumbled into the pillow without hesitation but you shook your head disagreeing and giggled. Moving down to grab your sweater and wanting to pull it over your shoulders you were quickly prevented by Calum wrapping his arms around you and pulling you back to the bed. You knew the act was only for fun, he never wanted you to leave but somehow this time you couldn’t even pry his arms off you. “Calum I have to go.” “Stay.” It was like silence fell upon the bedroom, you couldn’t even hear the sounds coming from the movie playing in the background. “Stay here for the night.” His tone was soft, rubbed his tired eyes and sat up on the bed. “It will be easier and I’ll drive you home tomorrow if you want that.” “But I don’t have anything to sleep in.” You didn’t say it to make an excuse, it was the first thing that came to your mind when he said the word stay. He only smiled softly, removed the sheets from his body and walked over to his dresser. You sat with a curious expression and watched him, a smile coming to his face when he fished out a t-shirt of his. “Think I can convince you now.” A small blush came to your lips when he threw it towards you and crossed his arms. “I’ll go change then.” You grinned, taking the shirt in his hand and stood up from the bed. The smile on his face couldn’t compare to anything else, his eyes watching you as you headed past him to get outside but not before he grabbed you by the arm and kissed you. “Thank you. Little spoon position has been clarified as taken.”  

Michael:

“Look, I even bought these wet cloth so you can remove your makeup.” He happily exclaimed when flicking on the lights to his bathroom, walking inside and grabbed a small basket with stuff. “Okay to be honest I didn’t really know what kind of brand you prefer so I kind of just bought every kind there was.” Your eyes widened in surprise by the at least five different of packages, smiling brightly by his excitement. “You really did plan this out.” You smiled, deciding to take a seat on the bathroom counter and watch him grab his toothbrush. He nodded his head in agreement, he had been like this since you arrived and it was contagious. He had been cooking dinner, found a few movies you could watch and also made sure there was an extra pillow on his bed for you. At first he had claimed that his chest was enough but considering he was also the kind of person to move around all the time in his sleep, might as well be better for you to have one as well. Everything had been amazing, but it hadn’t been until now you were suddenly feeling uncomfortable. “What?” He was quick to observe, a worried expression on his face. “Did I buy the wrong ones?” “No, no, it’s not that.” You commented hesitantly, fingers caressing the package. “What then?” He questioned and let go of the toothbrush he had just prepared. A deep sigh came to your lips because you just felt pathetic, you felt that this was ridiculous and you were overreacting. “Mike it’s just that uhm-, I’ve never really shown myself without makeup to a guy… I know it might sound pathetic but it’s really a huge problem of mine and I had already prepared myself for this but yeah… Sorry I know I’m weird.” A soft smile came to his face by your words and he reached out to take the package and open it. “I will only love you more by seeing how you can show yourself in your weakest moments.” Taking out a cloth he moved it up to your cheek and slowly started to clean your face. You hadn’t realized you were holding your breath and watched him carefully, admiring the smile that almost couldn’t grow bigger. “It shows how committed you are to me, and that literally means the world. No kidding.” A blush came to your cheeks by his comforting words, feeling how your stomach erupted with butterflies. “See.” He softly said, looking over at the mirror after removing the rest of the makeup from your face. “You’re beautiful no matter what. Don’t ever forget that. And if not I’m here to remind you.”

Ashton:

“You know this is kind of weird.” You commented, fiddling with the sheets between your fingers and looked up at him with a smile. “What?” He questioned back in thought, leaned down to grab the hem of his t-shirt and pulled it over his head. You watched him carefully as he threw the shirt towards the floor where his pants were also resting, a huge pile of his clothes scattered around. His curls were sticking in every possible direction after running his fingers through it and his tongue was resting between his lips when looking over at you. “That I don’t have to leave. That I don’t have to worry about anything and that I don’t have to literally force you to drive me home at 4 A.M in the morning.” He smiled softly by your words, nodding his head agreeing and let his head fall down to his pillow. “That is kind of nice. For once I can do this without having you to whine and complain saying that there isn’t time for it.” In one swift movement he had pinned you down to the bed with him, thrown the sheets over your bodies and wrapped his arms around you. You giggled softly in reaction into his chest, feeling how he was vibrating and shutting his eyes already pretending to sleep. “I gotta warn you though.” You commented and moved your face up to look at him, his chin scratching your forehead. “I might end up knocking you out of the bed, just a heads up if I manage to hit you with my arm.” He moved his face down to look at you, noses rubbing together and a smile came to his face. “Well I snore a lot so if I’m disturbing your sleep just shake me or turn me on the side. It’s not really something I can control, just a heads up.” The last part was said with a wink and he kissed your nose softly before looking up at the ceiling, thinking how nice it actually was to have you here right now without having to worry about anything, there was no rush. Just the silence between you and your noses breathing in and out, feeling each other’s hearts pound. “What a perfect couple we are already.” You hummed lightly, feeling how his chest vibrated again in giggles and you looked up at him to his lips pressing against your forehead lovingly. There was nothing that had felt safer in life than right there with him and you had to fight a yawn escaping your lips. “Goodnight beautiful.” He hummed and closed his eyes with a smile, affecting you. “Goodnight Ashton. Thank you for letting me stay.”

The Unknowns: Four

Originally posted by hunterchesters

Originally posted by hunterchesters

This is a continuation for The Unknowns.  Which was a one shot and is now a long ass Prologue.  Part One.  Part Two. Part Three.

Dean x Psychic!reader

Teaser/Summary: An AU sparked from a songfic challenge, The Unknowns is based on Season One Episode Nine, Dean met reader in Lawrence as a child and they created an unbreakable bond. At the end of The Unknowns, reader decided to stick with her boys because she felt something coming but she holds secrets; one she holds close to her heart and a few that she doesn’t even really know yet.

Word count: 4926

Lines borrowed from season one episode fourteen, “Nightmare” in Bold.

A/n: THANK YOU for all the amazing feedback!! <3



The drive felt claustrophobic which was a first that I could remember and it was all my fault. Dean didn’t seem mad or anything other than amused the few times I caught his eye but this was one conversation that I couldn’t get out of my head. The fact that it happened in my mind, our minds, didn’t seem to weigh as heavy as what I thought he might want to talk about.

We need to talk.

Dean and I never had a relationship where that was really something that was said. Was it ever said in real life like that? That’s the thing in shows and movies that’s either something serious like ‘your mom and I are getting a divorce’ or some stupid made up teen drama like ‘I think we need some space, it’s not you, it’s me’.

So what the hell did dean need to talk about that couldn’t happen right then? He basically admitted that he wanted that sentence to be just between us, he had tried to talk to me without speaking and it actually worked. It didn’t last for long and I wonder how much of that was also my fault since I’ve been stressing about the damn thing for hours.

The first hour of the drive, Sam and I had searched through the newspapers he grabbed at the airport, we found nothing in our wheelhouse. We grabbed more at each stop and went through the same with the same results but at least, the reading kept my mind occupied. Now there was nothing but baby’s hum, those four words, and dean’s glances in the rear view mirror.

I wondered if he was trying to have a conversation and realized I hadn’t felt anything while we were in the car. It wasn’t exactly new, sometimes it was just second nature for the block or filter to automatically go up when I got into a car but if Dean could feel that, it wouldn’t bode well. But we’d spent a full nine hours on the road with stops and no real destination and he’d acted completely fine the whole time.

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“You Have One Missed Text Message” (Part 4)

By Admin Evie

Summary: Jay just stood there, starring at Evie. She tried to begin to explain, but Jay wasn’t listening. He started to think of Carlos, and how he had been acting with him. The eye contact, the way he spoke to him and how much he was avoiding him. It all made sense, but at the same time nothing was clicking in his head. 

Word Count: 1790

Author’s Note: I know I’ve take like a year long hiatus from this fiction, but I still want to give this world and the characters some life. This summer I’m going to have a lot of free time in front of a computer, so I thought this would be the perfect opportunity to get back into the fan fiction world and gives this story an ending. While I’m finishing this fiction up, feel free to send me ideas, any ships or non-ships. I want to get my write on!! I hope you guys like this angsty chapter. Things are starting to heat up (I promise some fluff very soon ;))

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dragonshost  asked:

“Why exactly do you need chloroform at 2AM?” - CoLu

“…I beg your pardon?”

“Do you have any chloroform?”

“No,” Cobra sat up, fully awake now.  At first he had thought it had been an elaborate dream, another version of his many fantasies involving Lucy, but he quickly realized that it wasn’t and that the object of his affections was actually in his tent with his best friend snoring not two feet away from them.  “What the fuck, Lucy, how did you even find us?”

“Small details,” she waved her hand.  “How do you not have chloroform? You’re the Poison Dragon Slayer!”

“You realize that I don’t actually produce specific poisons at will, right.  And that the poison I do produce is unique and not replicable in a lab.”

“Can’t you just make some?” she begged.  Her lips were pushed out in a pout and he resisted the urge to wipe it off her face with his mouth.  He had more important things to do at the present moment.  Case in point: figuring out why his girlfriend had tracked him down for the incapacitating agent.

“Why exactly do you need chloroform at 2AM?”

“Because,” she hissed.  “It’s Gajeel’s birthday tomorrow and it’s my job to get him to the party location without him finding out, so if I knock him out, he’ll never know!”

“…Lucy, I don’t know if you use this, but it takes close to five minutes for chloroform to take affect in the way you think it will, and even then you’d need to drug him.  In those five minutes, Gajeel will break you because he thinks you’re attacking him, and then I’ll have to break him for hurting you.”

Lucy groaned, toppling forward onto his chest and pushing him back onto his bedroll.  Cobra’s arms came up to wrap around her waist.

“Now how am I gonna get him there…?”

Cobra sighed.  He hated it when her plans got foiled - the gentle trill of her soul turned much darker and it rubbed him the wrong way.  

“If you’re gonna do this then I’m joining you to help subdue him.  We’re gonna need chlorine and methane and then something hot enough to burn at 500 degrees.”

Lucy squealed in delight, kissing every inch of his chest that she could.  “Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

Cobra rolled over so she was pinned beneath him and his dark grin.  “But first…it’s been a while, Lu-cy…”

“Midnight is right there,” she breathed, but her hands came up to tangle in the thick mass of his maroon hair anyway.  Cobra pressed a searing kiss to her neck, whispering, “Then I guess you’re going to need to be really quiet…”

“I am awake, you heathens.”

Never, never | C.H

Never, never | C.H
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Summary: You should do one where you and calum are at like the the reason 5sos home and you are like being close to michael but as a friend and he accuses you of cheating and after you fight you yell WHY WOULD I CHEAT ON THE FATHER OF MY BABY but calum didn’t even know you were pregnant
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A/N
OKAY IVE HAD TO RE POST THIS LIKE SIX TIMES IDK WHATS GOING ON

“I dunno… she’s just seems, different.” Calum explained confusedly, “One day she’s happy and excited to see me then the next day she’s cussing me out about dumb shit.”
Recently, Y/N and Calum had been bickering about random little things. If it wasn’t about Calum spending latte night out, then it was about Y/N out of control temper.
“You know I read this article in Cosmo, and it was saying how sometimes guys distance themselves and start problems because they don’t wanna be in a relationship anymore… You think that sounds like Y/N? I mean, I know she’s not a guy but it could go both ways..” Luke detailed as the two guys sat on the couch, game controller in hand as they ate away at a bowl of chips.
“I think she could be cheating on you Calum.” Luke spoke.
“What?!” Calum yelled, “Luke what the fuck are you taking about? Why would she cheat on me?” “I dunno man!! Maybe she just doesn’t like you anymore, bedsides Calum I told you when you first met the bitch that I thought she was a bit of a ‘sleeper’. I’ve never really liked her.” Calum looked at Luke with anger still lingering in his eyes, did he really want to believe that his girlfriend, the love of his love life was actually cheating on him?
“How can we prove it?” Calum asked randomly.
“Prove wha- Oh. That.” He started. “Well, I think I have an idea but I don’t know if it’s gonna work, or if you’ll like it.” Calum snored impatiently as he ran a hand through his hair.
“What could be worse then thinking your girlfriend is cheating on you?” Calum asked.
“Alright well I’ve noticed that Michael and Y/N have a really good relationship, right?” Luke asked. “Yeah but they’ve been friends since before I even knew Y/N.” “And you don’t find the fact that their hanging out RIGHT NOW suspicious at all?” Luke commented. There were so many thoughts running through Calum’s head right now, and suddenly he it was all coming together to him.
Y/N often spent times at the movies with Michael, or going shopping at the mall, going to ice cream parlors, and Calum wasn’t even with them half the time; Calum could now say he was pissed as an electrifying and dangerous energy awoke inside him.
“Where’s Michael?!” Calum spoke angrily as he flipped the bowl of chips onto the floor.
“WHERE’S MICHAEL?!!” He yelled again, and a small smile crept onto Luke’s face.
“He’s downstairs, with Y/N.”
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The small kitchen light Flickered on an off quickly as Michael began setting up the amp to his guitar.
“Tell me again why we’re doing this at almost midnight?” You asked him as he took a seat next to you on the couch.
“Because I want you to hear this.” He spoke, referring to some solo or something that he has just come up with. You sat on the edge of the couch comfortably as you munched on a bag cheese puffs. “I really wanna hear your solo and all.” You mumbled as you chewed wildly, “But I’ve really gotta pee so can you hurry up and tune that.” Michael only laughed as he continued to mess around with the nobs on the top of the instrument.
“Patience young grasshopper.” He spoke as he pat your head.
Silence filled the room and a few minutes later, Michael loud voice drowned it out.
“So… Have you told him yet?” He asked. “What?” You asked, playing it off as if you didn’t know what he was talking about.
“You know, your boyfriend? Calum? Did you tell him you were pregnant?” He reminded, not that you needed it. You were pissing like a race horse and you couldn’t stand up for more then fifteen minutes without your feet getting swollen.
“Oh, that…. No I-I haven’t gotten around to it.” You admitted sheepishly. “Y/N..” He warned. “You seriously need to tell him soon. Preferably before you give birth on the living room floor.” He joked, and you slapped his arm. “I am not gonna give birth on the floor!! You guys are slobs and I don’t want my baby’s first interaction with the world to be with a fungi that’s grown somewhere on your floor.” “Yeah., that’s probably a good idea.” He laughed.
“Okay it’s tuned.” He interpreted and smiled in succession.
“Finally.” You smiled, and Michael
threw you a side eye. “Sorry.” You smiled.
Michael looked at you nervously before he began playing something that sounded a bit off on his guitar.
“Fuck. Wait I got this.” He spoke to himself and he started playing the same rancid note over and over again.
“Calm down Mikey.” You laughed as you grabbed his hands. “It’s just me dude, you don’t have to be so tense.” You reassured him.
“Yeah, I know. But I always get nervous when I play with you- wait let me stop because that sounds dirty.” He butted in, and you couldn’t help but fall into a fit of laughter.
“Hey I didn’t mean to say that!!” He tried to defend himself, but nothing seemed to break you out of your laughing trance.
“Okay Y/N you can stop laughing now.” Michael smiled as you fell onto the floor, clinging onto your abdomen.
“You think that’s funny Y/N? Well I’ll show you funny.” Michael moved his guitar over to the side and got on the floor over top of you, immediately attaching you stomach with his soft tickles.
“NO MICHAEL STOP!!” You laughed as you kicked your feet rapidly. Your arms where spread crazily in the air and you couldn’t help the laugher that irrupted from your throat.
“MICHAEL IM GONNA-”
“WHERE’S MICHAEL?!!” A familiar voice boomed from upstairs. Michael immediately froze as heard the yell.
“What the hell?” He asked as he got of you.
Before you could even get a thought our, Calum came running down the stairs with Luke trailing behind him.
He looked over at you on the ground and Michael hovering above you, a frightening look in his eyes.
“You know I wanted to think that you weren’t actually doing this.” Calum started. “Doing what-” “I never thought you’d be the type to cheat on me with my best mate.” Okay, now you were really confused. Why did he think you were cheating on him. “Calum what are you-” “But I guess it just proves.” He started, “You can’t turn a whore into a housewife.” He spat, and you got up off the the ground, an ache burned through your chest as he said that.
“What the fuck is your problem?!” You asked, “Why would you think I’m cheating on you?” “Oh come on Y/N it’s obvious!! Look at yourself right now! You’ve obviously had plans of fucking my band mate.”
Your looked down at your body and noticed how you looked. Your shirt was a bit open down the middle and you could feel your hair sticking up in random places, your pajama shorts where starting to ride up your ass but that you couldn’t control.
“Oh okay Calum I know how this looks, but think about it!! Why would I cheat on you?” You asked, “Michael was tickling me and-”
“Y/N I DONT WANNA HEAR WHAT YOU HAVE TO FUCKING SAY!! SLUTS LIKE YOU DONT GET A CHANCE TO SPEAK.” Calum yelled, his voice took you back a bit but you were scared. Michael went to intervene but your mouth shut him up.
“IM NOT A SLUT CALUM!! WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU GETTING THIS FROM?!” You yelled. “OBVIOUSLY A VERY RELIABLE SOURCE YOU FUCKING WHORE!! GOD I WISH I NEVER MET YOUR CHEATING ASS!!”
“WHY THE FUCK WOULD I CHEAT ON YOU CALUM?? IM FUCKING CARRYING YOUR BABY FOR CHRIST’S SAKE!!” You yelled without thinking.
And that’s when everybody stopped talking.