You’re not going to do it again. That’s not the point. You are going to do it again? Booth… Just give us a minute… She’s not going to hit anyone. We accept. We’re not accepting. We accept. No, we’re not going to take that. That’s fine…
“Tell me.” You prompted again, stepping forward and eyeing Harrison; silently pleading with him to tell you the truth…
You weren’t sure if it was just a trick of the mind or if he’d done it specifically for you because about ten minutes after you sought Harrison out - burying your tear-stained face against the paradise that was his shoulder and crying your eyes out over the fact that Jay had dumped you - he was ripping himself away and heading down the corridor. If you hadn’t heard the yelling and earth shattering crash in the cortex as both men knocked over a case full of glass beakers, you probably wouldn’t have ever known Harrison had stalked off to rip Garrick a new one. It was only after you ran into the room that they stopped and took a step away from each other with sheepish expressions like a couple of dogs who had just gotten caught digging through the kitchen trash.
“Harry. Tell me…” You tried again. “Why did you hit him? I want the truth.”
“Because I’m…” With tense shoulders, he shook his head and wiped a hand over his mouth before looking to you, nearly exasperated as he continued searching his mind for the right words. “I’m hopelessly in love with you.”
I don’t know the story of this self defense shooting but here are some things we can learn: 1. Speed, surprise, and violence of action is demonstrated. 2. Close quarters gunfights last seconds. 3. One shot usually isn’t enough to stop someone. 4. Bad guys work in pairs. From the looks of this video, the guy in dark clothes has a revolver of his own, but flees as soon as shooting starts. Why? Because most criminals are cowards and flee at the first sign of resistance. They don’t expect resistance. They expect an easy hit. 5. Even if the odds are against you numerically… you can still triumph and protect others through your decisive action. Train hard everyone. Keep your head on a swivel. Carry a gun with a lot of bullets. - #selfdefense#shooting#protectothers
this has major daddy kink (bc its ash like come on) and its his birthday so why not dedicate a smut to the now 22 year old hunk of aussie?
enjoy friends xx
You slipped the hotel key into the slot, letting yourself into the lavish hotel room you and Ashton had rented exclusively for tonight. It was more of a penthouse, large windows overlooking the city below and the bedroom was unreal. He was throwing his 22nd birthday party downstairs at the hotel’s bar, and you had snuck off upstairs to get changed into something more appropriate for when Ashton came up. You found a bottle of champagne sitting out already, and quickly grabbed one of the glasses sitting next to it and popped the bottle, pouring yourself a glass and one for Ashton, leaving it for him.
Kicking off your heels, followed by your tight dress, you reached into your bag and pulled out the light pink lingerie set you had bought specifically for his birthday; Ashton loved it when you wore lacy lingerie, and he loved how he could just tear it right off your body. Once you slipped on the delicate garments, you stepped back into your black stilettos and scurried to the bathroom to touch up your makeup quickly.
Puckering your lips and marveling at your appearance in the mirror, you ruffled your hair some, hearing Ashton fumble with the door. This was your cue to make your way to the bed, taking a seat with your champagne glass in one hand and your legs crossed teasingly.
“Baby? You in here?” He called out, making his way to the door to see you sitting there, finishing off the glass.
You turned to face him when you were done with it, smirking up at him whilst his mouth hung slightly open, shocked to see you all ready for him. You stood up, walking over to the bedside table and leaned over to set the glass down, making sure to sway your ass a little and show off the lacy thong you wore. Ashton hadn’t said a word, just swallowed the lump in his throat as you walked back over to him, slipping your hands past his waist and gripping the back of his shoulders, pressing your lips to his. You trailed light kisses all along his jawline and up to his ear, nibbling on it before whispering to him, “Happy birthday, Daddy.”
Of course, Michael is late. He shows up to the meeting spot
ten minutes after the agreed time, trailing a body guard behind him, a leather
jacket thrown over a ripped tee shirt and a snapback barely hiding how messy
his hair is.
You greet him with a scoff.
“Is this how you dress for dates? No wonder you’re endlessly
He scowls right back at you.
“Not everyone is as superficial as you.”
“Why couldn’t this whole thing have been with Luke?” You
“You like Luke?” Michael asks, disbelief mixed with disgust
and something else you can’t quite place dripping from his voice.
“At least he dresses well. Where’s your YSL clothes?”
“He’s got a contract with them. It’s not like he chooses the
“Right. And of course I’m stuck with the one who’s not
important enough to have contracts with designer brands.”
Michael looks like he’s about 0.2 seconds from attacking
you, and thinking of the paparazzi due to take pictures any minute now, you
send him a disarming smile.
“Anyway love, I think we should get a move on. The
restaurant’s this way,” you say brightly, and blinks at you half in horror,
half in confusion before following your lead silently.
Summary: Loosely based off of Garden by Halsey. You and Calum have been having relationship struggles for a long time but after taking a short trip down memory lane, the both of you promise yourselves that you will make it work.
A/N: So this was half-written in my Google Docs for months and months before the audio of Garden was even released. I just fell in love with the lyrics that had been posted on Twitter. Anyway I haven’t written in way too long and the smut is a bit short but I still like this a lot. Pls give me feedback, it’s been a while :-)
“When I first met you, there was a garden growing from a black hole in my mind.”
Calum wasn’t an open book and you were never in the position to pry. You did not want to, nor did you need to. His love was lain in his actions; the way his eyes would drag over your face earnestly, how his fingertips delicately traced the outline of your every feature, when he merely breathed in your presence as if his lungs weren’t full enough. Calum scarcely voiced his thoughts or the way he felt for you. His low, confessional tone was a rarity. That was okay at the time.
When you first met him, there was a garden growing from a black hole in your mind. You sensed yourself getting better. You were blooming, growing with each and every passing second. Feeling remotely anything at that point in your life was an extraordinary step forward, so you couldn’t bring yourself to mind if Calum was detached.
He was seemingly devoid of the strength to clearly communicate his emotions. Calum was company and that was enough for you in itself. He was someone who occupied the empty space on the right side of your mattress. He was someone whose touch could revive the wilting flowers that lingered behind in the realms of your thoughts. He was someone who bettered you, and back then, that was your perception of love: it made you better.
Although it was six months later and the garden in your mind was dead. The black hole returned like a dark cloud hanging over your head. It swallowed up all of the light and brightness and vibrance. It was back and you could feel it looming over you ominously, draining you, hindering your every action with layers of exhaust. You had been allowing the raven haired boy with the deep eyes to plant flowers in your brain for too long, and now that your life with him was falling apart, so were you.
It wasn’t right to depend on Calum that much. You invested every fiber of your being into a boy who came along and made you warm, felt like a second sun in the sky. The epiphany hit you once you realized you couldn’t quite depend on him anymore. Not when he was leaving you every other day, packing up his bags to go spend the night in another city with his bandmates. His voice would be hoarse from yelling and your cheeks would be stained from crying. You had given your all, but still, that never changed the fact that the majority of your relationship was spent with Calum halfway across the globe. You tried and tried, but the garden that you had spent so much time nourishing was dead.