michael in middle one = me

you know when you haven’t listened to a band that you used to love with all your heart years ago and you stumble upon some of their old songs and listen to them and you just remember all the small things, like tears rolling down your face when you first hear a song that soon becomes your favorite or staring at the night sky in the middle of the summer, while mouthing along the lyrics, it’s just small stuff like that that makes you think “wow, i really don’t know why i ever let this go”

‘Cuddling on a Rainy Day’ Playlist

“Atlas Hands” - Benjamin Francis Leftwich
“Northern Wind” - City and Colour
“Stubborn Love” - The Lumineers
“Cherry Wine” - Hozier
“Holocene” - Bon Iver
“No One To Let You Down” - The Head and The Heart
“Always Gold” - Radical Face
“Blood” - The Middle East
“Banana Pancakes” - Jack Johnson
“Thank You” - Led Zeppelin
“Higher Love” - James Vincent McMorrow
“No Shade In the Shadow of the Cross” - Sufjan Stevens
“Snaggletooth” - Vance Joy
“Maps” - Yeah Yeah Yeahs
“Sand” - Keaton Henson
“Like Real People Do” - Hozier
“Love Love Love” - Of Monsters and Men
“First Day Of My Life” - Bright Eyes
“No Me, No You, No More” - The Staves
“Everything” - Michael Buble

anonymous asked:

Can I have slow, long and teasing 2009!Phan smut please !!

this is latelatelate

i added daddy kink bc i’m trash

ew this is shit but it’s 2 am shut up


Dan watched carefully from the doorway as Phil sat down on the edge of his bed, stretching his arms above his head.

He bit at his nails; a bad nervous habit he had developed recently, and gazed at him from under the hair falling in his eyes.

Phil realized after a second that Dan was still just standing there, and raised his eyebrows, sitting up.

“Well c'mon,” he said, patting the spot next to him on the bed; oblivious. “Don’t get shy now, it’s not like you haven’t been in my room before.” He flashed Dan a crooked grin.

Dan let his gaze fall to his feet. Fuck, he was already blushing.

“Hey… what’s up?” Phil asked, finally noticing something may not be right with the younger boy. “Did I say something? I’m really sorry if I did, I-”

“No,” Dan said finally, his voice coming out shakier than he would have liked. “Y-You didn’t say anything. It’s n-not that.”

“So what is it?” Phil shifted on the bed, tilting his head to the side and arching his eyebrows in question. Dan swallowed.

“Do you not want to have sex with me?” Dan blurted, his eyes widening and his face going dark red the second the words were out.

There was incredibly painful awkward silence, as Phil stared at Dan and Dan tried not to cry from the tension.

“What?” Phil finally asked, his voice breaking. Dan avoided his eyes.

“Do you not… want to have… sex with me…?” He repeated, slower. “Do you not, like, see me that way?”

More silence, and Dan felt as if his head would explode.

“Come here.”

He looked up, biting his lip and meeting Phil’s eyes.


“C'mere,” Phil repeated, motioning to him.

Dan inched forward, slowly edging towards Phil as if he was scared he would bite him. He moved to sit next to him, but Phil grabbed his wrist.

“Not there. Here,” he mumbled, tugging the boy down and onto his lap, so he was straddling him. Dan let out a soft gasp.


“Dan.” Phil cupped his face, holding his cheeks in both hands, and searched his eyes. “Of course I want to have sex with you.”

Dan blinked. “Y-You do…?”

“Of course!” Phil smiled. “I just didn’t want to… I didn’t want to push anything.” He shrugged. “I didn’t think you were ready.”

“Are you kidding?” Dan squeaked, placing his hands over Phil’s. “I’ve been ready since I met you. I’ve been really, really ready, and I’m tired of waiting.”

Phil laughed softly, letting one hand fall to Dan’s hip, the other staying on his face. “I just thought-”

“Well don’t think,” Dan breathed, pressing his lips to Phil’s abruptly. Phil froze, before melting into the touch. His hand moved to Dan’s lower back, pulling him closer and licking at his lower lip.

“Dan,” Phil gasped, pulling back and resting their foreheads together. Dan’s mind raced, filled with endless possibilities of what they could do, what he had wanted to do for so long. Maybe he was finally going to get what he wanted. “Dan, you have to be completely positive you want this. I am not stealing your first time, that would make me feel terrible.”

Dan blushed. Phil knew he was a virgin; it had been one of the first things they had talked about.

“I want it,” he whispered, licking his lips, his eyelashes fanning his pink-tinted cheeks. “I swear, I want it so bad. I want you.”

Phil slowly intertwined his fingers with Dan’s, sliding his hand into his. “I think we should go slow.”

Dan nodded, smiling. He wanted this, he really did, but that didn’t keep him from being nervous. Phil seemed so damn experienced, he was so much more mature in Dan’s eyes, he still couldn’t believe he was really in this situation in the first place. In Phil Lester’s bedroom, about to…

Jesus. His heart was just about jumping out of his chest.

“Thank you,” he muttered.

Phil hummed, nodding and mapping out a small area of Dan’s neck with his fingers, tracing the skin. Dan shivered, taking a shaky breath when Phil dipped his head, planting his lips to the spot and sucking.

“Oh…” he breathed, choking on the words. Phil wrapped his arms around Dan’s waist, holding him closer, and damn, he really seemed to know what he was doing.

Phil really didn’t know what he was doing, not a bit. All he knew was he had dreamed of having Dan in a situation just like this, and now that they were here, he was combining his pure desperate lust with his need to just kiss Dan’s skin as gently as possible, and making it into… whatever he was doing right now.

Phil nipped at Dan’s throat, and Dan tilted his head back, gripping Phil’s shoulders for balance, he whimpered, closing his eyes and focusing on the feeling of Phil’s mouth and lips and tongue on his skin. He was also focusing on not jizzing his pants.

Phil slid his hands over Dan’s bum, squeezing gently, and a high pitched moan fell from Dan’s lips. He immediately covered his mouth, his eyes widening; embarrassed.

“I-” he started, but Phil just shook his head.

“Do it again.”


Phil kneaded his ass again, sucking at the same spot on his neck, harder. Dan squeaked, moaning loudly and automatically rutting against Phil’s thigh.

“There we go,” Phil hummed, pinching Dan’s flesh and making him jump. “Good boy.”

Dan whimpered at the praise, moaning again and wrapping his legs around Phil’s waist, clinging to him.

“You’re shaking.” Phil kissed his nose, and Dan caught his lower lip between his teeth.

“Am I?” He whispered back. Phil nodded.

Phil gently tugged at the hem of Dan’s shirt, and Dan lifted his arms above his head. Phil pulled it off, tossing it aside and ridding himself of his own shirt.

In one movement Phil stood, holding Dan up and turning, pinning him to the bed so that now he was on top of him, hovering over him.

“I think you’re shaking too,” Dan breathed, kissing the side of Phil’s mouth.

“Sorry.” Phil laughed nervously. “I just really don’t want to mess this up.”

“You won’t.”

Phil bit his lip. “I could.”

Dan ran his hands over Phil’s shoulders, trying to calm his nerves. It helped to see that Phil was just as scared by this as he was, for whatever reason.

“But you won’t.” Dan pressed kiss after kiss on Phil’s cheeks. “Tell me something.”

“Hm?” Phil mumbled, his fingers gliding over Dan’s stomach.

“Tell me something. Like, something I don’t know.”

Phil chuckled breathily, running his fingertips over Dan’s button and tugging. “I’m slightly allergic to cats.”

“Really?” Dan put his hands on Phil’s, helping him unbutton his jeans, trying to ignore the fire in his stomach. He knew that already. He wasn’t sure there was anything about Phil he didn’t know.

“Mhm.” Phil nodded, his eyes brightening. He slowly and carefully pushed Dan’s jeans down his hips. “My middle name is Michael. But you knew that one.” He licked his lips. “I made a game when I was fourteen. I was really into programming I guess. Still kind of am.”

Dan gasped as Phil’s fingers brushed over his bulge, clinging to him. “That’s- so cool,” he breathed, digging his nails into Phil’s shoulders.


“Don’t back out now.” Dan whined softly. “Please, Phil, need you inside me.”

Phil moaned, nodding slightly and pulling at Dan’s boxers. Dan had no time to even think about being self conscious; Phil had his hand wrapped around Dan’s cock in seconds, his boxers clinging to his hips. Dan whimpered loudly, automatically bucking up into the touch.

Dan desperately tugged at Phil’s zipper, messily pushing his jeans down, and Phil removed them completely.

“How much,” Phil whispered, biting down on Dan’s neck, listening to his soft noises of desperation. “How much do you need me?”

“So much,” Dan gasped, scratching down Phil’s back. “So much, daddy, please-!”

A growl fell from Phil’s lips and he was sucking on his fingers, before pushing Dan’s legs up and circling his hole.

Dan whimpered, whining and squirming as Phil held him still, moaning when Phil pushed a finger in.

“Daddy,” he breathed again, and Phil groaned. He pumped his finger, digging his nails into Dan’s thigh with the other one.

“Dan, Jesus.”

Dan smirked, grinning at him and licking his lips. Phil leaned up to kiss him deeply, licking into his mouth as he carefully added another finger; stretching him.

Phil was not too quick with the stretching; it was Dan’s first time, and it really had to be perfect. He still couldn’t wrap his mind around the fact that Dan had chosen him for this…

He was always amazed that Dan liked him in the first place.

The next few minutes were filled with soft kisses and moans, clinging to each other like if they let go, it would all be over.

It took Dan a moment but he soon got used to Phil’s fingers, pushing back on them.

“Daddy, please,” he whimpered, meeting Phil’s eyes. “Want your cock, Phil.”

Phil took a shaky breath, and nodded.

“Are you sure you-”

“Yes, damn it!”

Phil laughed. “Alright, fine. Just making sure baby.”

Phil slicked himself up, lining up with Dan so that their hips were aligned, hovering over him. He kissed him softly, slowly pushing in.

Dan gasped, immediately tending up and clinging to Phil’s shoulders like his life support. Phil hummed, kissing his cheeks and all down his jaw.

“It’s okay,” he whispered. “Focus on me. Focus on the pleasure.” He slowly wrapped his hand around Dan’s dick, rubbing him in time to the thrusts, and soon he was moaning and squirming under his touch.

“Shit,” Dan hissed through his teeth. “Phil…”

“Good boy,” Phil mumbled, slowly thrusting, aiming for the places he knew would make Dan scream. “Doing so well, such a good boy for me, I- fuck…”

Dan moaned loudly, throwing his head back, practically drooling. Okay. Now he got it. It felt really fucking good.

Phil sped up, watching Dan’s face carefully and letting out quiet grunts ever time he moved. Soft noises of pleasure and the creaking of bedsprings filled the room.

“I-I can’t last much longer,” Dan whined, scratching his nails down Phil’s back. “Harder, go harder.”

“Baby I-”


And then Dan let out a noise that was probably the most angelic thing Phil had ever heard, and he was pounding into him, snapping his hips roughly as he fucked into him. Dan shrieked, a continuous wordless stream of moaning falling from his lips.

“I’m gonna- I love you, I love you so much, Phil, fuck-!”

Dan came over Phil’s hand and his stomach, whining loud and high pitched, and Phil gasped.

“Holy fuck,” he managed to groan, burying his face in Dan’s neck and letting go inside him, his hips twitching.

They stayed like that for a moment, Dan gasping for breath, his noises shaky, soaking in what he had done. Phil slowly pulled out, but they stayed tangled up together, all heat and sweat and pure exhaustion.

“I meant it.”

Phil looked up, brushing hair out of Dan’s eyes. “Hm…?”

“I meant it,” he repeated, grinning. “I really do love you, I don’t care if that’s weird.”

Phil’s entire face lit up.

“I love you too,” he breathed. “And I definitely don’t care if that’s weird either.”

drunk boyfriend tag

summary: dan and phil get drunk and film the boyfriend tag (similar to what shane dawson did)

tags: alcohol, so much sweetness and cuteness your teeth will hurt, extreme fluff

by: angelboydjh on tumblr

word count: ~1.8k

first fic posted!! please, ignore any mistakes and reblog and like!! ilu!! send in requests for fics :-)


dan and phil got a little drunk. they originally got out some Ribena, which is completely unharmful, until dan spotted vodka on the kitchen counter, which they only keep for parties. its almost gone, with a half a bottle left, so dan thought of an idea.

“phil, lets get drunk.” phil looked at dan confused; dan never really likes drinking as much as he used to, hes grown, the satisfaction of being drunk doesnt really thrill as much, and its the same with phil.

“why?” asked phil, sipping his Ribena.

“because why not! we have no meeting tomorrow, we are bored out of our minds, and itll be fun! we’ll even be safe, we can control each other well.” phil thought about it. he never really likes hangovers, who does? he gets them bad, and he knows dan gets them worse, but dan was right, they were extremely bored and had no meetings tomorrow. phil shrugged, and replied with a sure, causing dan to jump up with joy.

dan grabbed the bottle and went to phils room, closing the door, and sitting on his bed. he opens to bottle and pours a lot in his drink, doing the same to phil. there is now many 4 shots full left of the drink and dan was happy he rationed out well.

“wanna do a toast?” asked phil.

“with our vodka filled ribena?” chuckled dan. phil nodded, giggling a little.

“why not?” phil responded, and dan nodded agreeing. they lifted their glass cups up and they look at each other. “to us!”

dan laughed at the cliché, but echoed phil, and a clink noise was heard when the touched glasses. dan downed about half of his drink in that one sip, phil only taking a baby sip.

phil made a face, hating the taste of vodka. dan hid his disgust, looking at phil.

“now we wait.” dan took another sip, already feeling slightly dizzy.


dan was fully drunk. he was giggling, putting his head on phil, slurring his words, all of it.

phil was only tipsy. he didnt drink much yet, only about half of his drink. dan, of course, drank all of it, even the rest in the bottle!

“phil!” dan slurred out, and phil glanced over slowly, so he doesnt get dizzy, and raised his eyebrow. “we should do a boyfriend tag.”

phil thought about this. is he that drunk that he doesnt really care if they do one or not? yes. he doesnt really care, its not like itll be posted. phil knows better than that.

“sure.” phil got up to get his camera from the other side of the room, and dan plopped on the bed laughing at who knows what.

it took phil about 2 minutes to set up everything for filming, and an extra 5 minutes to find good goddamn questions.

he finally found some question, a total of twenty. he can barely read them because of his blurry vision, and since he didnt have neither his contacts or glasses on. so he grabbed his glasses from the bed side and put them on to see if itll help. nope. he took another sip of his drink and locked his phone. he’ll cross that bridge when he gets to it. he gets up and turns on the camera, praying to god its in focus.

“dan, its on, we are filming.” once those words left phils mouth, dan shot up from phils bed and looked at phil.

“okay, okay, okay, okay,” he kept repeating that until he finally was next to phil on the bed facing the camera. phil giggled at dan, dan looking at him with his red cheeks.

“okay, ready, babe?” asked phil, seeing double of dan. dan nodded, and smiled at phil and then at the camera.

“okay,” phil breathed in and then ‘took in his persona’.

“hey guys!” he said cheerfully, but all it did is make him dizzy. dan was like, on top of phil, so hes grateful that he was, or phil wouldve fallen over.

“im here with dan.” phil pointed at him, and dan waved, his white oversized cat shirt being exposed, and you could even see his naked legs, since hes wearing shorts. “we are doing the boyfriend tag.” phil said slowly, and dan nodded jumping up and down on the bed.

“phil is my boyfriend! boyfriend phil! philip lester, boyfriend!” he yelled, making phil giggle.

“okay, want ask the questions, or do u want me go ask them?” asked phil to dan.

“ask me the questions! then we will do it back!” dan suggested, and phil nodded encouragingly.

“okay, first question.” phil unlocked his phone and read it very carefully.

“when is my birthday?” he asked. “bonus points for the zodiac sign!”

“january 30th, that makes you a……” he strung out the 'a’ to think. “an Aquarius! aquarium.” he laughed, and phil chuckled.

“correct baby.” he leaned in to kiss dan, and dan kissed him, tasting of vodka and ribena.

“okay, now,” phil was going to go to the next question, but dan protested.

“now do mine! do mine!” dan pouted, crossing his arms.

“june 11th! youre a gemini.” phil stuttered out, making dan laugh.

“lucky guess.” he muttered jokingly.

“next question,” phil scrolled down the page. “where did i grow up?”

“im too drunk for this phil!!” he moaned out. “the north! thats all youre getting.”

“well, youre not wrong.” said phil. “ill give you the point.”

“what about me?” asked dan.

“the south.”

“ugh! exact place!”

“not fair, you didnt do that for me!”

“ugh, whatever.” dan pouted again.

“wipe that pout off your face princess.” phil whispered, grabbing dans chin.

“im just kidding philly!” dan kissed phil, getting him off guard.

“okay, next,” phil asked. “whats my middle name?”

“michael! these are too easy! i want harder ones. test me!” dan groaned out, and phil rolled his eyes.

“okay, okay,” phil said. he scrolled down to another website, which had different questions. “how about this: where was our first date?”

“EASY!” he yelled, throwing his hands up. “well, kinda,” he muttered. “its hard!”

“well, tell me.” phil said suggestively, leaning closer to dan.

“we first met of course at the train station,” he muttered out. “and then we went straight to your house, and, did things. does that count as a first date?” this took him way too long to say, as he was stuttering madly.

“yes, it does. great job, cutie.” phil said happily and leaned in for a kiss.

“okay, let me ask the question!” phil started to give him the phone, but dan refused, saying he wants go make one up.

“whats the first thing you notice about me?” he asked a bashful.

“your smile.” phil said simply. no explanation was needed to make dan feel all warm inside. dan covered his face and leaned on phils shoulder, grinning like mad.

once he got up, he looked at phil, seeing his wonderful, eyes.

“you know what mine is.” he muttered, almost inaudible. it was phils turn to blush. they lean in and kiss once again, but longer than before.

when they pulled apart, dan was seeing actual stars, and couldnt even understand what was happening, completely forgot about the video.

“oh my god, i love you so much.” he said in a shush tone, with phils hand on his cheek. they were only a few inches away from each other, and phil loved it. phil was exploding every inch of dans face, and so was dan. every moment phil made, it made him more dizzy and more dazed, but he didnt care.

within a few moments, they both locked eyes, and somehow, both remembered they were recording.

“uh, one more question,” phil stuttered out, as dan looked around for his almost empty drink. “okay, last question. what is my favorite color?”

“easy, blue.” dan said, as he drank his final sips of his drink before crushed it and threw it.

“hey!” phil protested, looking over at the cup.

“ill pick it ip later, babe.” dan slurred out almost incoherently. “whats mine?”

“easy, pink.” phil mocked. dan smiled softly, putting his arms around phils neck, phil put this hands on dans waist.

“what kind of pink?” he muttered, with his sloppy grin on his face, his curly hair perfect in tack still. (which surprised phil)

“pastel.” dan groaned jokingly, letting his head drop down onto phils shoulders.

“oh my god, i tried to trick you!” dan yelled.

“well, you didnt. 8 years of friendship pays off.” phil joked. dan put his head on phils shoulder, his head facing the camera.

“can we finish? i wanna cuddle with you watch disney movies.” phil chuckled and nodded.

“we’ll finish, lets do the outro.” phil tapped dan, so he can get up from his shoulder, but dan didnt move a muscle, indicating hes not moving.

“okay, well, goodbye everyone, please like a subscribe to me and dans channel, and our gaming channel! love you!” he waved and awkwardly looked at dan.

“i need to turn off that camera baby.” dan groaned and got up from phils shoulder. phil got up and turned off the camera, sitting right on his bed again next to dan.

“can we just cuddle?” phil can tell dan was getting tired, and getting all drained. he gets like this when hes drunk, but also after recording videos.

“of course, princess.” phil laid down, then wrapping his arms around dan who is not next to them. they peacefully fall asleep, with the lights on and phils snoring.


it was the morning, and phil is posting his premade video on lessamazingphil, just a quick vlog from florida. its taking surprisingly long to process, since its only 2 minutes, but phil didnt question it. its almost done, so phil went to go see dan, who has the worst hangover ever.

“how are you baby?” asked phil, laying next to dan.

“better, how bad was it?” he asked, and phil laughed.

“you were fine, not as bad as a few months ago, but you were not any better.” dan groaned, and at that moment his phone dinged. he unlocked his phone to see the notification, YouTube popping up, and it was phils new video.

“uh, phil.” dan said.

“yes?” phil hummed.

“you posted the wrong video.”

“what?” phil yelled a little too loudly for dan, as he backed away and gave phil his phone in just one beat.

“i uploaded our drunk boyfriend tag.” dans eyes widen.

“we filmed a video? no way, i dont remember this. did we kiss?”

“i was drunk too!”

“well, i would keep it up.”


“we already made this mistake once, lets just let them have what they want.”

This does not pertain to the h/c content of my blog, but this teeny tiny prompt tugged at my heart strings.

So here’s a teeny tiny fic!

(Setting: Middle School, Jeremy and Michael first meet.)

Jeremy sets his limited edition Legend of Zelda lunch box atop the scratched, chipped lunch table located in the far corner of the cafeteria beside the trash cans. Just as he’s unlatching the small clasp to get to his food, a boy flops down onto the stool across from him.

Jeremy jerks back and blinks in surprise.


The boy has dark skin and equally dark hair that’s spiked up toward the ceiling. He’s got a thick pair of headphones around his neck, and he’s got a red hoodie on that practically swallows his small frame. His eyes seem impossibly big behind large, square framed glasses, and his smile is wide, almost blinding.

“Uh, hi?” Jeremy chirps back, tone sliding upward in a questioning tone.

“I’m Michael Mell! M and M!” He pauses, whipping out a bag of M&Ms from his giant pocket. “Just like these!”

His enthusiasm is overwhelming, and Jeremy finds he’s having trouble keeping up. He shakes his head and breathes out a low sigh. “I’m Jeremy. Jeremy Heere.”

“Jeremy… Here? Did you just talk in third person?” Michael pauses to laugh. “You’re funny, Jeremy!”

Jeremy’s eyebrow twitches and his eyes narrow. “No. Heere. H.E.E.R.E.”

Michael tilts his head, face thoughtful, then nods. “I see. Sorry about that!” His lips curl back up into a wide smile, and he motions toward Jeremy’s lunchbox. “So you like the Legend of Zelda?”

Jeremy’s gaze shifts from the lunch box then back to Michael. He’s been in this situation before. Someone comments on his lunch box, he expresses his interest in this particular game, and then he gets called a loser and told that “halo is better.”

He’s prepared for harsh comments when he nods with his eyes glued to the table, but he’s greeted with a sharp gasp instead. He glances up to see that Michael’s smile is impossibly big.

“Me too!”

Jeremy waits for the catch, but Michael only admires the lunch box with wide eyes. He relaxes his tense shoulders and nudges the lunch box closer to Michael so the latter can see better.

“Can I?” Michael asks, hand hovering over the metal box. “I know this is a limited edition.”

Jeremy’s surprised by Michael knowing this, and he wordlessly nods, lips absently curling up into a smile at Michael’s loud “yes!”

For minutes, he silently watches as Michael inspects every aspect of the lunch box with wide, shimmering eyes. When Michael finishes and sets the box down, Jeremy leans forward and props his elbows atop the table, dropping his chin into one open palm.

“Why are you being so nice to me? No one else ever is.”

He watches as Michael’s face briefly falls into a frown before shooting back up brightly. “Because I think you’re cool!”

Feel You (M)

Long but Amusing List of Warnings:

Asshole Jungkook, Jealousy, Angst if you squint, Eventual lovemaking, Slight Good Boy Jungkook, Muscle Pig makes an appearance, for those who want an emotional fap, Slight Dom Reader, Jeongguk likes that ass, in which Jeongguk really sucks at romance, but is good at fucking, etc etc

Word Count: 5.9k+


Jungkook could love you, if he would only let you show him what love really was.  


“Can I have a smut jungkook when he is very arrogant and he thinks he have any girl but you decide to show him if the another girl had sex with him you want to do something differently like make love with him?”


Here you go, babe. Enjoy. Title is based off of a song by Blackbear, it’s a 10/10 recommended listen.

- Admin Baby

Originally posted by hln-baby-doll

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2001. Let Mortal Heroes Sing Your Fame

is the fifth album by band Summoning. It was released in 31 October.

This release was a kind of combination between the old and new style of Summoning, with the keyboard lines being more epic and polyphonic while the guitars bore a similarity with the more complex and rock-esque guitar-style from Stronghold. This time the band used more spoken-word samples to bring a more dramatic style to the songs and for the first time the band works with clear vocal choirs on the song “Farewell”. The lyrical concept again was totally based on Tolkien’s Middle-earth, but for the first time it was combined with some inspiration from Michael Moorcock’s fantasy writings. It is also their first album to make extensive use of audio samples (taken from radio productions of The Lord of the Rings), giving the album a slight dramaturgic bent.

all albums of Summoning are great but this one is one of the main reasons why they are the Austrian Masters and believe me, if you are ever going to read something that was wrote by Tolkien, put some Summoning playing in the background and you’re going to feel one of the most fantastic experiences ever.

                                   Protector             Silenius

Promises c.h.


Summary: Gangmember!Y/N and gangmember!Calum made a promise to tell each other everything, but Calum breaks that when he goes after someone who was in Y/N’s past

Word count: 16,462

Warnings: language, violence, and some goryness

“Can you pass me my phone?” Calum requests.

“I don’t know, can I?” You reply whilst you make dinner for the two of you.

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure you can. I’m not sure if you’ve heard about them, but there are these things called limbs, and all you need to do is use your top limbs.” He fires back.

“Why don’t you use all of your limbs and get your phone.” You tell him.

“Shut up.” He laughs.

“Here,” you smile and throw him his phone, which he nearly drops. “I’m going to get in the shower, could you keep an eye on dinner for me?” You ask and press a kiss to his forehead.

“Yeah, sure, babe.” He nods and gives your lips a quick kiss before you wonder up the stairs. “Be careful!” He snickers.

“Fuck off, it was one fucking time! It just hurt to shoot for a few days.” You say, referring to the time you slipped over when you were getting out the shower last week. You’d slipped over and Calum came rushing in, thinking it was somone from another part of the city, but he found you laying on the bathroom tiles, clutching your shoulder, in your underwear, and laughing at yourself.

“Babe, what happened.” He laughs as he kneels down beside you.

“What does it look like, dumbass?” You question whilst raising an eyebrow.

“You fell over, and I can’t find anything me to care?” He answers with a question.

“Shut up, you love me, you’d get worried about me if I got a little scratch.” You accuse.

“Shut up,” he dismisses and picks you up, bridal style.

“Getting the treatment I deserve finally.” You sigh in bliss.

“Shut up or I’ll drop you.” He threats.

“You wouldn’t dare,” you eye him up.

“You sure about that, babygirl?” He looks down at you, before you get to fire off a remark, he pretends to drop you.

“Just sort me out, Cal, I don’t have time for your foolery.” You glare up at him.

“Don’t use those eyes on me, they are scary.” He chuckles.

Calum gingerly places you on the soft white sheets and his eyes trail down your body.

“Eyes up here, loverboy.” You tell him.

“Tell me when it hurts.” He ignores your statement and gently wraps his hand around your arm.

“It kinda hurts now.” You point out and he gives you a pointed look.

“I haven’t done anything yet.”

“I know, and it hurts.” You reply.

“Shut up or I’ll hurt the other one.” He threats.

“You wouldn’t lay a finger on me.” You say and he puts a finger on your stomach. “Not like that!” You laugh.

“Just shut up and let me help you.” He laughs in annoyance.

“Fine.” You sigh.

Calum lifts your arm, causing your shoulder to move.

“Ow, yeah, it hurts there.” You wince in pain when he moves it at a certain angle.

“I think you’ve just bruised it or pulled a muscle, nothing major.” He concludes. “What a shame, you can’t do any work for a couple of days.” He says sarcastically.

Calum has never liked the business you are in. You’re both in the same gang, and although you’ve been in the industry longer than him, he isn’t very fond of what you do. He doesn’t mind it when you go on a mission with him, one of the boys, all of the boys, it’s when you go on your own or with certain people.

He doesn’t stop you, he’ll never do that, he can see the passion you have for the whole gang scene. He just worries about you, the amount of arguments you’ve had about you coming back later than you said or changed your plan without telling him.

On the other hand, sometimes he adores what you both do. He loves seeing the smirk on your face when you threaten people, the small smile you have when you get what you want from people, the wink you give when people see what you can actually do, the way you use and handle a gun perfectly, and the regular lustful looks you give to him.

There’s no doubt about it, there is always sexual tension if you are in the same room together. It usually dies down if you are both in there for quite a long time, but if you quickly pop back to the headquarters while on a mission, a look is thrown at you and Calum has to try and control himself.

You’ll quickly walk over to him and give him a kiss, he’ll place a hand on the small of your back, sometimes going south. He tries to listen to what you are saying about what you’ve completed so far, but he just focuses on your body. The leather jacket always gets him worked up. He usually ends up asking the other boys about what you were saying.

Walking out of your shared bedroom, making your way down the stairs, and into the kitchen. Checking on the dinner, you notice that Calum isn’t in here, nor any trace of him. “Cal?” You yell.

“Up here!” He yells back, from what sounds like the top of the house.

Putting the lid on the sourcepan, you start to walk up the stairs, and notice the ladder to the loft is down. Deciding to check up on him, you climb up the ladder.

“Hey, baby, have a nice shower?” He asks as he picks up a small hand gun off of the spare bed we have up here.

You almost have to stifle a laugh at how sweet he is being, yet he has a ton of weapons layed out infront of him.

“Yeah, it was good.” You nod and pick up a a knife, swirling it around your fingers.

“Didn’t slip over this time?” He teases but shuts up when you look between the knife and him.

“What are you doing?” You question and sit on a spot where there are no weapons.

“I’m just checking on some stuff, seeing if they are fully loaded and what ammunition we have.” He explains and throws the small gun over to the other side of the mattress.

“Why?” You question, raising a perfectly shaped eyebrow, and watch his body language.

One of the many talents you have is detecting lies, you can see it as if it’s tattooed on their forehead. Some people you can detect easier than others, Calum you can suss out, he tends to raise his eyebrows ever so slightly. Sometimes you can read him but sometimes you can’t.

“Uh, I was bored waiting for you, so I came up here. I also don’t want to get caught off guard, if there are ever any emergencies or anything, you know?” He shrugs.

“Yeah,” you nod, not entirely convinced but let it pass, Calum always tells you what he is doing, business wise. He’ll tell you what mission he has to do and what he has to do. You do the same, but you are always a bit vague on what you actually have to do, or he’ll get worried and text you constantly or insist on coming with you, at least sending somone with you.

“How long until di-,” Calum gets interrupted by your phone ringing.

“Sorry, my boyfriend is calling me.” You tell him and answer the phone, making him playfully glare at you. “Hello?” You ask because you never actually got the choice to see the caller ID.

“Hey (Y/N), it’s Michael. I’m not interrupting anything, am I?” He asks.

“Just me and Cal fucking.” You say.

“Eww, now I got that image in my mind. Although I have been in the same building as you when you guys were doing it.” He snickers.

“Shut up before you get a boner,” you reply. “Anyway, what’s up? I’ve got dinner going.”

“Marcus wants you to deliver some drugs to that teenager with the Range Rover.” Michael answers.

“Can’t one of you guys do it? I’m tired and I need to eat.” You whine.

“You’re closest.” He tells me.

“Yeah, but I still have to go to the headquarters’ warehouse.” You point out.

“You can bring Calum, Luke said.” He bribes.

“Your bribery doesn’t work, Clifford.” You sigh. “Anyway, why don’t you get off your ass and do it, I’m the one that sorted out that middle-aged man today.”

“Marcus says thank you,” he informs you and you hear some mumbling on the other end “and he also says you always have been a stubborn ass.”

“Ugh fine, I’ll do it but I’m bringing Calum with me. You owe me, Clifford. Oh, and tell Marcus to go fuck himself.” You say with a slight joking tone, and hang up, before stuffing your phone into your pocket.

“What’s going on?” Calum confusedly questions from the bed.

“I’ve gotta go deliver some drugs to some kid, do you wanna come with me.” You offer.

“You can bet your ass I’m going with you, it’s 8 pm.” He exclaims.

“It’s barely dark outside.” You huff in annoyance.

“It takes half an hour to get to the headquarters, it will basically be pitch black by the time we get there.” Calum exaggerates.

“It will be pitch black when we get home.” You correct and pick up a pistol from the bed, and tucking it into the back of your jeans. “Maybe I should bring a shot gun with me.” You joke and pick up the deadly thing.

“It would protect you.” Calum agrees and picks up a pistol himself.

“Really? I don’t think it would, it would probably only leave a scratch.” You sarcastically reply.

“I’m sure if you caught your skin on a part of it, it would probably sc-,”

You shut him up by kissing him. You find yourself doing that a lot, trying to silence his sassy comments. Sometimes to protect your ego and sometimes you just can’t handle his comments, even though it’s a bit hypocritical because you are just as sassy and quick witted as him.

Calum seems taken off guard by this and freezes for a second, before he places his hand on your hips and starts moving his lips against yours in sync. Calum begins to back you up to the closest flat surface, which happens to be a wall. Cal grips your thighs and you take that as a hint to jump, so you jump and wrap your legs around his hips, and he moves his hands towards your ass.

Calum disconnects his lips and connects his lips to your neck. “Babe, we have stuff to d-do.” You comment and bite your to suppress a whimper.

“Go on then.” He says and you can feel him smirk against your skin.

You grind your hips into his and he lets out a small groan, making it your turn to smirk. “Okay then.” You shrug and unlatch your legs from his body, feeling your sock covered feet touch the wooden floor. You take Calum’s hands off your ass, and give him a wink.

“Such a fucking tease.” He mumbles.

“Well, my job here is done, meet you by the car.” You pat his shoulder and walk away.

You jog down the stairs and into the kitchen, taking the saucepan off the ring and put it on the one that wasn’t on, so much for looking forward to dinner. You make sure everything is locked and closed before you go to the front door and put on your ankle boots.

“Not done with you.” You hear Calum say as he comes down the stairs, his hand instantly connecting with your ass.

“What is it with you and your obsession with my ass?” You question once you are stood up straight.

“It’s just nice and perky, it also keeps my hand warm.” He winks.

“If you touch my ass one more time, I will make fucking sure you won’t be able to touch anything but your motherfucking coffin.” You threat and with each word you said, he backed away. “Love you.” You smile with a sickly sweet voice.

You throw Calum the car keys and he swiftly catches them, following you out of the house.

“You ready?” Calum asks as he starts to back out of the driveway, placing his hand on your thigh once you get onto the road.

“It doesn’t look like I have a choice, loverboy. Holy shit, the Sun.” You complain before reacking out to put for your jet black sunglasses, which never fail to intimidate.

“So who are we delivering to? We don’t usually do this type of work so I’m not really sure.” Calum asks whilst tracing random patterns on your jean clad legs.

“The kid that has the Range Rover. You know the one Luke and I are convinced is a son of a rich dick and has a drug problem, but uses his father’s money. I mean, what 17 year old can afford a Range Rover?” You explain.

“You could.” Calum points out with a smirk.

“Okay, what normal kid can afford a Range Rover?” You rephrase my question. “Or regularly buy a fuck ton of cocaine?” You add.

“You’ve got a point. Where does he even live? Are we going straight to his house or meeting at some private place?” He questions.

“The last time I did it was a couple months ago and it was a couple houses down from where he supposedly lives.” You answer.

You both continue to talk about all the people you’ve dealt with over the years, until you get to the headquarters building. It’s basically a fucking huge building, a few stories high, and very wide. It’s kinda like a museum, got all these rooms and hallways, just without the art work. Some people in the gang live here, it’s basically where everything is done. No one really knows about it, it’s in a very secluded place, very few who have found it made it out alive. The warehouse is just behind it and it’s safe to say it’s not as nice as the actual building. It’s literally a few rooms, heavily secured, and mainly metal.

Walking in hand in hand, you slam the door behind the both of you, alerting everyone that you’ve entered. Your boots clicking every time your heel collides with the floor. “There’s my favourite girl.” You hear people say when we walk in.

“I’m the only girl you’re in regular contact with.” You deadpan.

“Anyway, she’s my girl, so hands off.” Calum warns. “I’m gonna go out back, I’ll meet you by the car in 15.” Calum informs you and gives you a quick kiss.

“Okay, have fun.”

“Oh I will, partying and everything.” He rolls his eyes at your comment, you push him towards the direction he needs to go.

“So which one of you fuckers wants to go get me dinner?” You ask as you sit next to Luke, eyeing up the three boys you’d consider your friends and the two others who you’d only consider acquaintances. Ashton, Michael, and Luke are the people you’d consider your bestfriends, the other people in the gang you’d only consider acquaintances. Some of them are friends, but you’d never hang out with them outside of the job, you’ve experienced a lot of your teenage years with these people, some coming and going. You’ve learnt not to get too attached to people with this job, some are an exception, the boys for example, but that plays an important roll in why you’ve never gotten that close to most people in the organization.

You’re always friendly with them, it’s not like you are rude and ignore them, you’ve just never made the effort to get close to people, because this job is very dangerous.

“I’m sorry we took you away from your evening.” Luke apologises and places a hand on your knee.

“I don’t need your sympathy hand.” You tell him and he squeezes your thigh.

“Move it.” You order and he moves his hand up and down your thigh. You can’t help but laugh and throw his hand back at him, him having a small smirk on his face.

You all continue to talk and joke around before you realise you have to go. “Bye guys, I’ll see you tomorrow?” You question.

They all look at each other with a look you can’t quite read. “Yeah, of course. Have a nice night.” Ashton nods.

You give each of them a kiss on the cheek before walking out the room. “Thank God that bitch has gone.” Michael jokes, making you slowly walk back into room.
“What was that, Clifford?” You ask with a glare. Your glare is almost like your trademark, if you looked at someone for long enough, the guys are convinced you’d kill them.

“Nothing, Y/N,” he smiles nervously.

You walk towards him and grab his arm, pinning him towards the closest wall. “You may be taller than me, but it just means I can reach your balls faster.” You say.

“I could beat you at anything, any day, Y/L/N.” He smirks.

You grab his throat and push him harder into the wall, before grabbing your gun out of your jeans, and press it under his jaw, making him visibly gulp.

“I love having this advantage, I can make you do anything right now.” You laugh. “See you tomorrow, babe.” You pat his shoulder and walk out the door again, winking at the other boys on you way out.

You close the door behind you and being met with the cool May air. Looking to your right, you see Calum leaning against the car, smoking a cigarette.

“What took you so long, babe?” Calum asks as you get closer to him, smoke coming out of his mouth with every word he said.

“I had to deal with Michael,” you explain and take the cigarette from him, taking a drag yourself.

“Ohhhh,” he nods and accepts the cigarette back from you.

“Should we get going?” You ask.

“Yeah, need to get all the sleep I can get.” He says and stamps out his cigarette, before getting in the car.

“Why?” You ask.

“Uh, because sleep is good for you.” He tells you as if you’re the most stupid person.

“Okay.” You dismiss and give him a short glare.

You continue to try and subtly ask questions about what he’s doing tomorrow. He’s hiding somthing from you, you can tell, but he’s just not telling you.

“So what are the boys doing tomorrow?” You question.

“I’m not sure, I think Ashton has some old dude to deal with, apparently he didn’t pay the full price, but Johnny had to quickly deal with somone else, so he didn’t have time to sort it out.” He explains.

“Okay. Oh, that’s the dude.” You point to a person on the pavement, standing under a streetlight that keeps flickering.

“Okay, see you later.” He jokes.

“You can bet your ass you’re coming with me.” You give him a look that reads ‘idiot’.

You both get out the car, slamming the door behind you, and intimidatingly walked towards him.

“Hey, (Y/N) right?” He asks and gives you an annoying smile.

“No, we’ve gone over this before, no talking just give me the money.” You sigh.

“Who wouldn’t want to talk to Dillon?” He smirks.

“Just shut the fuck up, dildo.” You snap and take the envelope out of his hand. You peer inside and roughly check how much there is. “You’re 350 dollars short.” You declare.

This guy buys a lot of cocaine and it usually lasts him a month or so, we’re not some jackasses, who say it’s 100%, because no cocaine you get from people like you is pure.

“No, I’m not. You probably can’t count very well.” He replies and you raise your eyebrows.

“Do you want this or not?” You ask.

“Yeah.” He nods.

“Then pay the full price,” you tell him, ready to get your gun out.

“I’ve paid the full price, I can assure you.” He tries to convince us.

“Cal, count the money.” You pass him the envelope and you glare at the boy in the mean time.

After a minute or two Calum puts the envelope in his pocket and takes his gun out of his jeans, pointing at the cocky boy.

“You owe us 350 dollars.” Calum confirms.


“Now,” Calum demands and pulls the slide back.

Damn this boy is sexy when he’s serious.

“I don’t have 350 dollars.” He claims.

“Bullshit.” You spit and take the safety off your gun, cocking it back, ready to shoot.

“Make it 500.” Calum orders.

He pathetically glares at you two and pulls out a wad of cash. “I don’t have 350 dollars my ass.” You mumble.

“Here.” He grumbles and slaps the cash in Calum’s hand.

“Here.” Calum repeats his words and passes the dangerous substance to him.

“Nice doing business with you.” You smirk and walk back to the car, Calum walking next to you, also sporting a smirk.


Rolling over and nuzzling into your boyfriend, only to be met with cold sheets. Your eyes immediately snapping open and looking around the room, seeing nothing, no trace of him, and everything looks normal. “Cal?” You quietly call out.

No response.

You rip the duvet off of your body, which you only have Calum’s shirt and a pair of panties on. Due to the lack of clothing, you’re met with a chilling breeze. You reach into your bedside table and grabbing the cold, jet black gun.

Ejecting the magazine and find it’s fully loaded, you don’t usually use this gun, it’s more your emergency weapon. You slowly walk towards the door, which is slightly open, usually the door is closed. Maybe Calum has just gotten up early or somthing but better safe than sorry.

You safely hold the gun by your shoulder, pointing up towards the ceiling, and you pull the door open with your foot, quickly pointing your gun in front of you. Nothing, not even a sound.

Cautiously searching the rest of the house but find in nothing, not even a hint of Calum or an intruder.

“Calum?” You call out one final time before going into your room again. Something catching your eye that you didn’t see before, a note on his bedside table. Walking closer and picking up the note.

I love you so much, don’t ever forget that

-Cal xx

“You fucker.” You say to yourself and scrunch the note into a ball, before throwing it to the floor.

You walk over to Calum’s wardrobe, noticing a load of shirts are missing. “You don’t fucking want to, Hood.” You shake your head.

Pulling your phone out of the charger and quickly pulling Calum’s contact up. Pressing the mini phone icon, and listen to it ring, sighing when he doesn’t pick up, so you decide to leave a quick voicemail.

“Hey, Cal, it’s your girlfriend, I missed you when you weren’t still in bed this morning. Call me back, don’t ever forget that.” You spit the last part.

A method you’ve grown a custom to over the years is to start out sweet, but be a firm. Then when you next call him, you cut the act and dive straight in.

Quickly getting dressed and walking out the door, skipping breakfast. All of the cars are still here, but he could of gotten a ride from anyone. You get into a car and speed over to the headquarters.

He was acting all funny yesterday, like he was preparing for something. He never usually leaves a note like that if he’s up and out before you. Usually it would be an explanation on what he’s doing, and an ‘I love you’ not ‘don’t ever forget that’. You made a promise to tell each other what you are ordered to do, you may be vague on what you do, but you tell him.

“Where is he?” You ask as you storm into the building.

“Who?” Will asks, he seems to be the bravest out of the 10+ people whom is in the hallway, willing to take on your storm. Will is also part of the gang, he usually does the supplying.

“You know who.” You spit.

“No, I don’t.” He shakes his head and you give him a warning glare.

“Calum, or any of the others.” You state and make your way up to Marcus’ office.

“Ah, wasn’t expecting you so early.” He quickly says and stuffs somthing into a draw, when you harshly open the door.

“Where’s Calum?” You question.

“I’m not sure, I thought he was at home, with you, (Y/N).” He answers and swings his chair round a little.

“Okay, where is Ashton, Luke, and Michael?” You ask, taking a seat on the leather chair opposite his desk.

“Ashton is down by one of the stripclubs, Michael should be out getting some uh ammo, and Luke is just cruising around.” He explains.

“Why would Michael be out getting ammo? We already have thousands of rounds. That’s never been a problem for us. Ashton never goes out later than 10, it’s 9 right now, plus if he ever goes to one of the clubs it’ll be at the evening so it looks normal. Is it even possible for Luke to be up at this point to just ‘cruise around’?” You set him straight. “In the mean time, I’ll try and figure out what is going on, until someone tells me.” You glare at him and stand up, walking over to the door. Slamming the door shut behind you and blocking out his protests.

“Hey, Layton, where’s Johnny?” You ask as you pass down the rather extravagant staircase, a few hallways away from Marcus’ office.

“Uh, he is in the lounge area, I think.” He answers.

“Thanks.” You mumble and speed down the steps, walking all the way down and then taking the elevator to the bottom floor.

“Woah, who woke up on the wrong side of bed this morning?” A voice asks from behind.

“Not in the mood for it today, Jeff.” You tell him and give him a small glare over your shoulder. Jeff and you have a teasing relationship, which just consists of insults thrown from both teams, they are serious, but you don’t hate each other, it’s just a little fun.

“Missing your little Calum?” He cooes and by his words, you instantly pull your gun out and push him against a wall.

“What do you know?” You ask and press the gun harder into his throat.

“Nothing, I’m sorry, I was just joking around.” He apologises.

“Go fuck yourself, Jeff.” You mumble and walk away, leaving him rubbing his neck and muttering something along the lines of “crazy bitch.”

You walk down the long hallway until you reach the room at the end. “Uh, Johnny, can I talk to you for a minute?” You request and he seems taken back but gets up and follows you out to the hallway.

“What’s up?” He asks and rubs his hands together.

“Did you deliver some drugs to an old man yesterday, but he didn’t pay full price?” You ask.

“I didn’t yesterday but I did a couple days ago, but Ashton sorted him out a few hours later for me. Why?”

“Okay, thanks. Do you happen to know where all the guys are?”

“Uh, no, the last time I saw them was last night, well I saw Calum out back, I think you were here too though. Of course I saw Luke, Ashton, and Michael last night, they were just hanging around, talking to everyone. I may of seen them really early this morning, they were by Marcus’ office, but I was really tired so I can’t quite remember.” He explains.

“Son of a bitch,” you mutter, “Okay thanks, Johnny, see you around.”

“Any time.” He nods and goes back into the room he was just in.

With that you head out of the door, and into your car. Pissed would be an understatement.

Pulling your phone out of your bra, you attempt to call again, not really expecting him to answer, but someone has to stay loyal and tell them what they’re doing.

Of course, it goes to voicemail.

“Hey, you better tell me what the fuck is going on or you’ll be a dead man. I will not hesitate to put you in the fucking ground, Hood. You could’ve at least given me a better note with more information. What’s so important that you have to hide from me and leave a note saying you love me? You say you love me, but you don’t even give me any information, you could be in any deadly situation right now, but what a shame I don’t know where you are so I can’t bury your pathetic body. Motherfucker.”

Throwing your phone onto the passenger seat and finally being able to move, as you were at a traffic light.

If he doesn’t come home tonight, you are gonna kill him yourself.


“They told me not to tell her anything, at all, not even a hint. They also told all of us to look out for her, he didn’t give me a reason why, but he was really serious about that subject, they also said to sorta stay away from her because she could threaten somone who knows even a tiny bit about this, and with that she could figure out a lot, she’s really smart, so watch out. He said they are a mile or two away from their territory. Apparently it’s all going well so far, but they haven’t gotten to the really hard part yet. Matt has something against her but nobody knows what, not even Calum. So whatever happens, keep your mouth shut if
(Y/N)’s in the building or even in the fucking premise of the building.”

You were walking through the many hallways of the headquarters, when you heard some people talking in hushed tones. So doing what any nosy person would do, you listened, not expecting it to be the situation you’ve been fuming about.

It’s been a few days, nothing from Calum, Michael, Luke, or Ashton. You hadn’t sent any more voicemails, just to give him (or they because Calum probably let the other boys listen to them too) the illusion that you’ve given up or you are just waiting for him to come home.

You’ve kinda been on the down low for a couple days, just either planning out what you are gonna do about this all, who to question/threaten, and just trying to figure out what they are doing.

When you hear the name Matt, you immediately smirk but tense up at the same time. The boys have nothing to do with him, that’s your business, and they need to stay out of it. At the same time, you want to know what they’re doing with him, they’ve never had any experiences with him, that you know of, of course. There’s only a few people that know about him, you, Marcus, and a couple people who sorta helped out a bit, but they aren’t really relevant to him. Of course the whole gang knows about him and his gang, but they don’t know what went down and who’s involved.

“Ashton said they’re going out to their infamous club tonight, just to check it all out, and possibly get at least a look at them or establish some kind of contact/agreement with them. Michael heard that one of them works at the actual bar, so it could be easy to talk to at least one of them.” The voice feeds me indirect information.

“(Y/N) should be coming, in the next hour or so, Marcus called her in or somthing, so just be aware. You wanna go play some pool?”

With that question, you quickly pull your phone out and take about 8 steps back, to make it seem as if you didn’t just hear the missing part to your puzzle.

“Oh, hey, (Y/N),” the voice belongs to Freddy, and he waves as you walk past, Mason following behind him.

You give him a look that is a mix between ‘don’t you asshole’ and ‘you’re not worth my time’. Continuing your walk until you get to a lounge that is empty. There’s about 7 'lounges’ in this building, they’re kind of like a living room, and people just come to chill in them. They all have a couple of couches, usually a television, a game of some sort, either pool, darts, poker table, or some other entertainment of that sort.

Slipping in and closing the door behind you, you sit on one of the couches and place your phone on the coffee table. You need to think of a plan or at least add on to it.

Are you gonna join them? Tonight or in a couple of days? Is this gonna stir some shit up?

All these questions swirl round your head.

You play with your gun whilst you think it all out, taking the safety on and off, effecting the magazine and seeing how far away you can catch it.

After an hour and a half, you’ve figured it out, every detail, back up plans, how you’ll get there, everything down to what you are gonna pack and where you’re gonna stay.

You’ve decided to go tonight, well soon, if it’s true what Freddy said, they should be at Matt’s infamous club. You’ve been there a couple times, for business purposes. Nothing special, just your regular club, the drinks are a bit more expensive, is probably the only difference between that and one a mile or two away.

You’re not gonna go straight to Calum or any of the boys, only an idiot would do that. Instead, you are just go in to spy on them, see what they are up to. It’s not very wise to just go blundering up to them, you could be interrupting all sorts, so it’s best to just observe for a while. You might even go back home if you find out they’re not doing anything significant, you just needs this information so you can sleep well at night and not constantly be on edge. Most importantly, so you don’t have to receive the call that your boyfriend and best friends have died.

You were supposed to meet up with Marcus, but to hell with that. If you want to get to your destination at a reasonable time. It takes about 45 minutes to an hour to get to their territory from here, you also have to pack a few things.

Opening up the front door to the house you share with Calum, and quickly dash up the stairs and start getting prepared for the whole 'adventure’.

After half an hour, you’re all packed, clothes for specific occasions, guns, ammunition, knives, and some other bits and pieces. Swinging the duffel bag onto your shoulder and gracefully jogging down the stairs, setting down the bag by the door. You head into the kitchen, to make some food for the journey and grab a couple bottles of water. Walking towards the fridge when suddenly you feel some arms harshly wrap around your neck and waist.

Almost like a reflex you take the heel of your ankle boots and kick the persons shin, then drag the other one down his other shin, by the noises they make, you guess it’s a man. Quickly elbowing his stomach because he seemed to of stupidly forgotten to add your arms into his grasp. This makes him bend over and lose his arm around your neck.

You grab the closest object, which happens to be a spatula. Great. You stab his arm with the blunt as fuck spatula, which actually makes him hiss. You try to pry his arm off, because he’s busy still clutching his stomach, but you can’t get enough leverage.

Throwing the spatula across the room, which startled him a bit and he starts to drag you back. Quickly grasping at the knife block as you get dragged past it and reach for the carving knife. Sliding the knife up his bare arm, because you can’t stab him just get, because there’s a chance you’ll stab yourself too.

“You, bitch!” He yells and let’s go of you and you turn around, to see his eyes widening at the sight of his arm.

“Who even are you?” You question, not even waiting for an answer you go straight at him with the knife. Puncturing his chest and leaving the knife in there, you almost have to stifle a laugh at how stupid he looks.

Going into one of the draws and grabbing the gun from the back. Calum insisted on putting a gun in every single room, literally. Although right now you are greatful for it, because you don’t have your gun on you right now, you can’t exactly say you were expecting a visitor.

Taking the safety off and cocking it back, before shooting the intruder right in the middle of his forehead and he instantly becomes limp and crashes to the floor. A puddle of blood leaking from him and onto your freashly cleaned tiles.

Better be safe than sorry, so you check all around the house. Finding nothing different, also locking everything on the way.

“Give me a fucking break.” You cry out when you see another man in your house.

As he turns around you shoot him straight in the heart, he instantly clutches his chest and falls to his knees, then face planting the ground in a big thud.

You roll your eyes and walk into the kitchen again, stepping over the dead body, and fetching your sandwhich and water, also putting the gun back where you found it.

You pack your bag into the car, before sending a quick text to Jeff, asking him to clear up the bodies and informing him where the spare key is, although he could probably easily pick the lock if he wanted to.


It’s been a couple hours, right now you’re getting dressed up to go to the club. Not for fun, not at all, strictly work, well more to check up on your favourite people. You need to see what’s actually going on, you hate being left out of the loop, it’s one of the most frustrating things, especially in this industry, it makes you feel like a child.

You’re not usually one to wear revealing clothes, depending on the type of mission and what people you’re dealing with. You’d very rarely have to wear somthing low cut. You wear tight as fuck jeans most days, and when you wear a skirt, you don’t shy away from it being short, it’s just your torso that you cover up usually.

So, with that, wearing a really tight dress is somthing you’re not really familiar with. You very rarely have to do this type of work and blend in, so it’s somthing exciting to do, you can’t fault that. You’re wearing a skin tight, black dress, which complements your body type perfectly, it leaves some parts to imagination, it ends a little bit above mid-thigh, has some lacy parts on the waist and the chest area.

Your make up is quite heavy, but bearable, brown smokey eye, winged eyeliner that could kill a man, dark red lipstick, all in all you look hot and intimidating.

You would’ve just gone into the club in your usual attire, but you can’t by any circumstance get caught by either the boys or the opposing gang, or your whole cover will be blown. If you make eye contact with the other gang, it will probably be okay, you’ll be able to scrape by, but with the boys that’s a whole different story. If they even catch a glimpse of your face, your cover will be blown into shreds. With Calum, if his eyes scan the crowd and they quickly skim over you, he’ll recognise your body in a heartbeat.

There’s a few places you can go to sit back and observe. If they are sitting/standing in one corner, you could settle down by the corner to their left or right, depends which corner they’re in, not diagonal though, there’s a high chance you’ll make eye contact with one of them that way. It all really depends on where they are and who exactly is there.

Paying the driver then stepping out of the car, being surrounded by quite a few people who are hanging around outside. It’s around 11 the whole party scene is bursting with life, a few people already look so drunk and a few smokers have come outside to smoke and get some fresh air. Ironic really. You are allowed to smoke in there, the amount of joints people have smoked in there is almost alarming.

Walking up to the entrance and stopping by the bouncers, because you know they’ll want to see your ID. Obviously you use a fake one for these type of jobs, you’re not stupid.

“ID, Pretty Lady.” The burly dude with a big beard requests.

“Of course.” You play along with a smirk. You hold it out to him with your two fingers and he accepts it and reads all the information.

“Have fun.” He sends you one last lustful look and you walk in, almost feeling his eyes rake over your body, making you have the urge to shudder. I wonder if he knows he just let someone in with a gun up their dress, is in a gang, let alone a very high up the chain organisation.

Keeping your head down and head straight to the bar, trying to blend in. Your eyes quickly scan the intoxicated crowd, not recognising anybody. Yet.

Ordering your drink of choice, flirting with the bartender to hurry up the process, you don’t want to stay in plain sight for a too long. You thank and pay the bartender quickly before scoping out a place to settle at. Your eyes pick out a place, quite a secluded spot, dimly lit with colourful lights, a seating area that runs along all the walls. It looks like a place where people get stoned, but do it right. There are people who get high right and people that don’t get high right. Obviously they get what they are craving, but they just don’t do it right, where you’re aiming to sit, is where the 'cool people’ get high. That make sense?

“Hey,” you greet and sit down at the end, you’ve still got a good view of the whole club.

“Hello.” Some random people reply, you can see their figures through the thin but growing cloud of smoke.

Not intending to take this conversation further, you try and seek out specific people, which is kinda hard considering it’s dark in here. Then as if the light gods listened to you, the forever moving lights shine on a familiar head of green hair, which just so happens to be one of your best friends. Next to him is none other than Ashton Irwin, who is actually facing you. With that information blaring in your head, you quickly turn away from the bar and face the group of stoners. Not all of them are wrecking their bodies with different types of drugs, some are just chilling out with a drink in their hand.

Taking a sip of your drink and slowly facing the bar again, they pay for their drinks, spotting a specific drink that belongs to Calum, it’s usually the drink of choice he goes for when you’re out. Your eyes follow their backs and watch where they head to.

A wave of comfort washes over you as you see the one person that you’ve always been seen as home. In fact all four of them you consider home, but Calum is somthing else.

Although that comfort doesn’t last too long when you remember why you’re here in the first place. Your soft eyes switch to a death glare in seconds and you lean back, watching it all unfold.

Constantly looking around the densely packed room, people with sweaty, drunk, high, bodies. Not finding anyone who you recognise, besides the boys of course. Looking up at the ceiling, noticing there’s a mezzanine floor running along the whole ceiling edges. That must be where the important people are.

Carefully scanning the whole floor, until you spot a man that makes your skin crawl. Toby Dorsey, almost the leader of said gang, he is so far up Matt’s ass, just so he can be the leader when Matt retires.

He’s leaning against the railing, overlooking everybody, feeling as if he owns them. In a way he kinda does, he could get them to do whatever he wants with the threaten of a gun. You could too, Calum, Ashton, Luke, Michael could as well, you can bet your life that there are other deadly people up there with guns. A lot of guns.

Having the urge to punch somone repertitvly just thinking of them. You’ve got a history with them, not a good one for both of you. Marcus designated a special task for you to accomplish, it was your second or third big job to do. You completed it, but you ended up getting stabbed in the leg, then you couldn’t do anything for a couple of months, not just because of your injury but because Marcus wouldn’t let you.

You get fed up of just watching, you are craving some action, new information, anything but just watching gets boring. It may not be wise but you really aren’t in your usual attire so it might be quite hard to recognise you. Leaving the people you really bonded with and talked to so much.

Keeping your head down as you walk towards the people that let you know everything. Sitting down in the semi circle next to them, that has a few people but they all seem like strangers to each other. Obviously you’re not an idiot, they can’t see you, there’s a fence type wall that goes all the way to the ceiling, to give you some privacy and for decoration.

“So have you heard from, Y/N, recently?” The voice of Ashton catches your attension.

“Uh no nothing actually, nothing from anyone at the headquarters either. I’m kinda worried…” Calum strains off.

“Why don’t you look at the security footage.” Michael suggests and your eyes widen, have they really been watching you this whole time? Does that mean they saw you walk out the door?

“Good idea.” Calum says and what you imagine is that someone takes their phone out. For a while they stay quiet before Calum speaks up, “oh shit, look away.” He laughs.

“Nothing I haven’t seen before.” You can hear the smirk in Ashton’s voice.

“Yeah, but you haven’t seen my girlfriend like that before.” Calum tells them.

“Why is she even walking around without a top on? Does she usually do that?” Luke asks.

“Yeah, but she usually doesn’t wear a bra.” He snickers. “Kidding, she’d kill me if she could hear me right now. She claims she can enjoy breakfast more without a t-shirt, I’m half convinced she just forgets to get fully dressed.”

That’s where he is wrong, you’re tempted to kill him right now, but that wouldn’t do anyone any good. Plus, who does he think he is talking to the guys about your morning routine?

“Can we skip talking about my girlfriend’s habits and fast forward?” Calum asks in a groan.

“Well, at least she’s fully dressed now.” Michael speaks up after a while and you hear him getting hit.

“Just shut up.” Luke says and they go silent again.

“Oooh, okay, she must be heading to the headquarters, because Marcus told us that he called her in.” Ashton points

Oh yeah, that was supposed to happen.

“Fast forward, she’ll probably stay there for a while.” Michael tells them.

“Holy shit, is that a dude walking in?” Luke exclaims after a while.

“Oh my God, yeah.” Ashton confirms.

“Another one is walking in.” Calum adds.

“Did Y/N not lock the door or somthing?” Michael asks.

Of course you fucking did.

“She’s back, oh shit, she looks mad as fuck.” Luke stares.

You kinda were, you were - still are- sick of everyone knowing what’s going on, when the person who is closest to them out of everyone there knows nothing.

“She could be mad, sad, happy, any emotion, I don’t care, what I do care about is the two men inside that fucking house, which by the looks of it, she is oblivious to it.” Calum says.

No, you invited them over for lunch.

“She’s got a bag now,” Ashton points out.

“Did Marcus summon Y/N to do anything?” Luke asks.

“Not that I’m aware of.” Calum answers.

“Oh my God, he’s coming up to her.” Michael nervously says.

“No, no, no, no, no,” Calum cries out, you’re guessing they’ve gotten to the part where he grabs you.

“Really? A fucking spatula?” Michael questions.

“Ah, fuck.” They all cringe when you drag the knife across the man’s skin.

“There’s the Y/N I know.” Ashton cheers.

“It’s like a really gory horror film.” Luke winces as he continues to watch him fall to the ground.

“There’s still another man in the house.” Calum speaks up.

“Well, she’s going round the house, she’s bound to find him at some point. Switch to another camera.” Michael tells them.

“Thank fuck.” They all sigh in relief.

“She just steps over the dead body.” Ashton laughs.

“Who’s gonna clear up the bodies? We all know Y/N doesn’t like dealing with that side of the industry.” Calum questions.

“I don’t know she’ll probably get someone from headquarters to do it.” Luke says.

“Fast forward through it.” Ashton says. “Ah, Jeff.”

“So like, what did Y/N do?”

It’s been around an hour or so and you’re still sitting in the same spot, listening to their conversation. At times you feel bad, but you remember that they didn’t tell you anything, so it’s okay. The amount of times you’ve wanted to add somthing to the conversation, or wanted to laugh at what somone said, is painful.

You can’t exactly say you’ve heard anything new, they’ve just been messing around, you’re not really sure how they get anything done, but you’re the same when you’re with them.

“Marcus said it happened quite a few years ago now, we probably shouldn’t talk about this here.” Michael replies.

“We’ll shoot or punch anyone that’s listening.” Ashton shrugs and you have to stifle a laugh.

“What Y/N did, was it good or bad?” Luke asks.

“Depends what way you look at it. For us it was great, for them, not so much. They lost some very important people, but now we, more specifically she, is in a bad situation, now.” Michael states.

What’s going on? What do they want from you now, after all these years.

“We need to keep all eyes on her and make sure she is safe, at least for the time being.” Calum sighs.

They’re doing a great job at that.

“Have you seen anyone from the opposing gang?” Luke asks.

“No, unfortunately, we just need to talk to them for two to three minutes, that’s all.” Ashton says in frustration.


“Does anyone know where the actual base is?” Calum questions.




With that they all sigh.

“But like, what do they a want from her and what are they gonna do to her.” Michael questions.

“Anything, money, drugs, lewd acts, want her to join their organisation, or even kill her.” Calum shrugs.

“What are the chances that she’ll get caught or taken hostage by them or somthing?” Michael asks.

“It’s Y/N, nothing will go down without a fight, so we’ve got a little bit of time before shit hits the fan.” Luke replies.

“Guys, look to your right a bit, that guy has been staring at us the whole time we’ve been here. Subtly, guys.” Ashton points out and in instinct, you turn your head to see a slim man, a lady by his side, who’s probably as thick as a brick, glaring daggers at both you and the boys.

“What’s his fucking problem?” Calum questions in annoyance.

“He looks like someone from the gang.” Luke mumbles.

“Do we go talk to him or…?” Michael trails off.

“Wait until we see somone else.” Ashton advises.

“Oh shit, who’s that?” Calum questions.

As he says that, you begin to say your first sentence to them “hey, what do you say we go get a drink together?” You smirk at him, completely ignoring the girl clinging onto his arm.


“He’s got a girlfriend.” She cuts him off, her 30 metre long finger nails digging into his arm.

“Oh yeah, who?” You ask and look around.

“Me.” She glares at you.

“How about we leave this grade-A bitch and get a drink? You’d look cuter holding my hand anyway.” You trail your finger up his chest.

“I knew I had a good grade in somthing.” She muses and you laugh.

“The only A you get is your bra size.” You tell her then turn to her so called boyfriend.

“Let’s go.” He winks and wraps an arm around your waist.

You look at the ground so your hair covers your face, because you know the boys are watching this all. You both order a drink and sit at the bar.

“So, what’s your name?” He questions and you quickly think of a name.

“Samanther, but you can call me Sam or Sammy. How about you?”

“I’m Christian.” He nods but the name doesn’t ring any bells, then again, you’ve never seen the man in your life.

“Nice, you from around here?” You ask.

“Yeah, lived here basically all my life. You?”

“I’m visiting my uncle, he actually owns this place, Matt Craig.” You tell him.

“Oh really? I’ve met him quite a few times, quite close actually.” He nods and takes a sip of his drink. “What does he do?”

“I’m not really sure, I think he owns other clubs and stuff, I don’t see or talk to him much, this is the first time I’ve seen him in months. Sad really.” You sigh

So sad.

“I could probably get him to see a pretty girl like you a lot more.” He winks and you have to hold back the urge to gag.

“Aw, so kind.” You bat your eyelashes at him and pretend to be all flustered. “Do you know where Matt is right now?”

“He’s either somewhere in here, most likely in there or up there,” he points to a door on the other side of the room and up on the mezzanine floor. “How long are you here for?” He questions and places his hand on your knee.

“A couple more days, depends on how busy Matt is.” You say and lean into his touch.

“What if he’s busy?” He raises an eyebrow.

“I’ll head home because I’m bored, but if I have someone and somthing to do with them, that’d be my last thought.” You smirk.

“Really?” He smirks back and trails his hand up your thigh.

“Yeah,” you nod and bite your lip.

“What are you doing tonight?” He asks and you have to quickly remove his hand from your thigh because firstly, it was making you uncomfortable but you can’t show that to him, and secondly, he would’ve felt your gun, so you move it to your hip/waist.

“I’m not really sure, Matt will be expecting me though.” You explain. “In fact, I should be getting to him right now. Could you do me a favour?”

“What is it?” He rubs up your waist.

“You know the table that I came from, the one next to me, the one with the guy who has green hair? If you could give them a note, I’ll write it out for you, don’t give them a name or anything, just simply drop the note onto their table, then come back to me.” You explain.  

You came prepared, so you pull a sticky note and a pen out of your bra, and begin writing.

Matt is in this building right now, be careful. You don’t belong here, go back, you’re not welcome here. If you really have to be here, their base is around a mile from here, just follow the road outside here for a while, then turn right when you reach a huge library, follow that for a while then it should be there, you can’t miss it. They’ve got a room full of guns, explosives, knives, and deadly things, so watch out for that, if you need some new weapons, it should be round the back somewhere, it’s hard to miss. Please don’t fuck too much up

Folding the note up and putting the pen back, before passing Christian the note. You obviously changed the handwriting so they don’t recognise it.

“Make sure to come back okay.” You wink and he gives you a smile, setting out on his difficult task.

You watch from the corner of your eye, he passes through the tons of people until he finally reaches their table. Politely dropping the sticky note onto the table, ignoring their confused and questioning looks and walks back to you.

“Done.” He grins and places his hand on your ribcage.

“Thank you, now why don’t I give you a, little reward.” You smirk and play with the hem of his shirt.

“Ohh, I like where this is going.” He smiles.

“Follow me.” You lure him in and grasp his cold hands.

He follows you as if he was duckling and you were the mother duck. You can feel his eyes on your body, looking at you in the most disgusting way. Only one person can do that to you.

Dragging him to where you were previously, although all the stoners have gone, there’s just one person sitting there.

“Hey, could you move to a different place for a while?” You request.

“Uh, sure.” The dude furrows his eyebrows but gets up and stumbles off somewhere else.

“So what have you got in store for me? I did do a very hard job.” He rubs his hands together as if you were a piece of meat.

“Yeah, so hard.” You wiggle your eyebrow.

“Al-,” he gets cut off by you punching him in the face. “What the fuck was that for?” He yells and touches his jaw.

You ignore him and punch him again, this time in the nose, wishing it breaks. He lets out a groan and cups his nose, and checks for blood, which is very much there. You grab his hair and bring his face to your knee, and that’s kinda hard to do in a tight dress. You would bring out your gun but you don’t want to kill him.

Repetitively kneeing him in the face, gripping on his hair even more when your grasp starts to falter. Pushing him back, which causes him to stumble and land on the seats, you walk towards him and punch him in stomach, making him bend over in agony, with this new position, you dig your thumb into his back muscles and have a firm grip on his shoulder that’ll no doubt leave a mark for a while.

“Who the fuck are you?” He hisses in pain.

“The names Y/N Y/L/N.” You say and his eyes widen, then they burn with fury. “Do me another favour will you and tell Matt I sent you.”

You punch him in the face a final time and ignore the stinging pain in your knuckles. “That was for treating me as if I was worth nothing and only useful for sex.” You huff. “Dirty motherfucker.” You spit and step on his foot with your highheel as you walk away.

Feeling people’s eyes on you, but you ignore them and walk towards the exit, needing to get away before anyone catches you.

“Get out.” You demand through gritted teeth at a group of teenage boys who are in a decent car.

“What the fuck, no,” the driver states.

“I didn’t want to do this, but as you left me no choice.” You sigh and pull your gun out from under your dress, pointing it at them.

“Woah, woah, woah, calm down have the fucking car,” he begins to panic and they all get out of the car.

“Here,” you say and pull out a wad of cash from your bra, smacking it in one of their hands.

“Thank you?” He trails off but you are off in your own world.

Speeding off towards your hotel, which is a couple miles away from here.


It’s been a few days, and you’ve just been spying on them for a while. They haven’t seen you, but they’ve most probably heard you. You tripped at one point, but saved yourself by putting your hands out, but you actually landed on a piece of glass. That made you fall over anyway and make a hole in your jeans, you had to quickly scoot into an ally way, so they couldn’t see you whilst you took the shard of glass out of your palm. That ended in you leaving a trail of blood behind you.

You haven’t really found out anything new, you’ve just secretly joined their mission. You overheard them talking about sending somone over to Calum and your’s house, but you’re not sure if they went through with it. You transferred hotels, you moved to their hotel so you can keep track on where they are and where they go. You haven’t followed them every single time they’ve gone out, mainly because they haven’t been very productive, so why would they all of a sudden productive?

Whilst they were out, you broke into their room. Not finding anything, just a load or weapons laid out on the bed, clothes scattered about on the floor, and open laptops. You managed to disconnect some cameras, only a few of them, you left some up, only so it doesn’t look too suspicious. You also got the chance to delete all the footage that’s been recorded, watching it first, obviously fast forwarding it, because you don’t have 48 hours worth of footage to watch to spare. They probably thought that was a little suspicious, but they haven’t done anything about it.

“Had any more of Y/N’s scary ass voicemails?” Ashton asks.

They’re currently walking along some random street, with you trailing a couple metres behind, your head tilted down pretending you’re on your phone. Which technically you are, but you’re not paying attension to it. It’s dark and raining outside, so you really don’t know what they’re doing.

“No, I haven’t heard anything from her or any updates from anyone about her.” Calum shrugs.

“Do you think it’s possible that she went to a hotel or something to stay at for a while? You know, because of the people that came in or somthing.” Luke questions.

“That’s a good point.” Michael nods.

“It’s Y/N we’re talking about, she doesn’t get scared about anything, besides spiders and bugs.” Calum laughs.

“Maybe that’s what she wants you to think, but in reality she needs you to be her knight in shining armour.” Michael says with a slight joking tone.

“I’ve only ever been her 'knight in shining armour’ a few times. Regularly outside of the job, but she’s a boss ass bitch when she’s working, and she doesn’t need anyone but herself.” Calum chuckles.

“How do you find somone who’s not afraid of what you do?” Ashton whines.

“It was easy for me, she was already in the business when I met her.” Calum smugly states. “We probably would’ve died that day if she wasn’t there.”

“What were we thinking taking on a dude that high up on the food chain?” Luke shakes his head.

“We can’t say we exactly knew who he was, he kinda came on to us.” Michael shrugs.

“Despite the situation, we would’ve probably died if she didn’t kill him.” Ashton tells them.

“I was traumatized for a while on how she did it.” Calum shudders.

You’re guessing they are talking about the day you met them. They were getting jumped by this man named Dean, he was very angry that day, so he just took the closest thing to him, which happened to be the boys and tried to take his anger out on them. They got some good shots on Dean, but that just riled him up even more. You came round the corner and saw all this, thinking nothing of it because you were so used it, but then you saw who it was beating up the boys. You were gonna just leave it, that was until you saw him pull his gun out. With that sight, you brought yours out and shot him in the leg, and that caught them all of guard. You ran towards them all and started punching Dean until he couldn’t stand up anymore, then you stuck your thumbs in his eyes whilst dgging your nails into the side of his head. That probably wasn’t necessary, but you had so much anger in your system that you didn’t care. Then you proceeded to stab him repetitively in the torso.

When you finally got up, you’d forgotten all about the boys in front of you. They had eyes as wide as saucers and looked at you in fear. “Uh, sorry you had to uhm, see that.” You muttered and began to walk away.

“Hey, wait up!” Calum called after you and you turned around, Calum being a little closer than you thought.

“What?” You asked and he held onto the top of your elbow, the other hand holding your neck/shoulder.  

“I just wanted to s-say thank you.” He whispered as he looked into your eyes.

“That fucker deserved it.” You mumbled . “I’ll see you around.” You winked and began to walk away from him, not knowing that they were going to join the gang a couple months later.

That wasn’t just your first encounter, but the beggining of somthing truly beautiful.

“Still to this day, we don’t know what she or they had against eachother.” Ashton muses.

“Woah, guys, hold on.” Michael stops them and holds his arms out in front of them.

“Is that who I think it is?” Calum question in a whisper.

“No, it can’t be.” Luke shakes his head.

“I think it is.” Ashton sighs.

You have a look yourself and see a group from Matt’s gang, they’re powerful, and very skilled.

“Do you want to confront them?” Luke asks then all.

“We have to, really. I can’t leave Y/N alone any longer, it’s not fair on her.” Calum says and you have to suppress the urge of going up to him and giving a huge hug full of love and comfort. You’ve missed his hugs, kisses, and just his touch. You may be mad as fuck at him, but that doesn’t mean you don’t love him.

“We need to be more prepared with weapons, right now we’ve all only got just a hand gun on us.” Ashton states.

“Okay, uh, two of you go back to the hotel and me and someone else will stay here.” Michael plans out.

“Me and Luke will go back, because we can run faster than you both.” Calum informs.

“Okay, hurry up.” Michael nods.

Luke and Calum turn around, but before they sprint off, they both give you a weird look, especially Luke. You continue to look down, hoping your hair will shield your identity, which it seems to do because they walk right past you and they run off, leaving you with Ashton and Michael.

Swiftly walking past them and into an allyway, hoping it doesn’t seem too suspicious. It shouldn’t because this leads to a block of flats, they may belong to drug addicts but that doesn’t matter right now. You can’t hear them, you can only see them, which you guess is okay for the time being.

The hotel really isn’t that far away, just down the street, then turn left, follow that for a couple kilometres and then you’re there, so it shouldn’t take too long.

After a while, Luke and Calum come back, panting and a tiny bit sweaty. They’ve got about four duffel bags full of weapons. One full up ammo, pistols, different tyles of rifles but mostly assault rifles, and the final bag filled with explosives, knifes, smoke bombs, and little gadgets/knick knacks.

You watch as they talk, probably making up a plan, whilst you try to think what they could possibly want to do with them. As far as you know, they’ve never had any relations to Matt, besides Dean, but that was just a hit and run.

They begin to walk towards them, looking intimidating as fuck, having a cocky little smirk plastered on their faces, and no doubt about it, Calum looks hot. Are they gonna just bring the guns out and shoot them, or at least negotiate about whatever they are here for?

Matt’s little puppies all begin to turn round, one by one, looking a little worried. Michael begins to talk to them, by the looks of it, in a calm way, but you could be wrong. They seem to reply with a mirrored smirk.

Damn all these gangmembers and their smirks, they seem to think they can do anything with that cocky persona.

As time goes on, they all seem to get worked up, which can’t ever be good, although angry Calum is such a turn on.

“Why the fuck do you want her?” You hear either Calum or Ashton yell, in so much rage.

All of a sudden the boys look at each other with a nod, then they all in sync punch four of them in th face. If this carries on - which is a very high chance - it’s gonna be a 6 against four. Matt’s organization is more into guns than muscle power. Sure, they can throw some good punches, but they’d rather use their guns, that explains how they got so far up the chain so fast. At first they used to think with their fists, now they just think with weapons. In this business, it’s kinda acceptable, but it’s frowned upon and classed as cheating in a way. It’s got them far so it clearly works.

Michael and Luke punch the two others, whilst Calum and Ashton deal with the four who have already been punched. You see one of them press a button of some sort, and you take a wild guess and say they’re calling for back up.

Ashton pulls out his gun and shoot the guy in the head, and get goes down like a sack of potatoes, in a sick twisted way, you find it funny. Nothing can really be sick and twisted in this business, everyone is always killing eachother in some of the most gruesome ways or without any heart. If you did have a heart, you wouldn’t get anywhere, just crying in your bedroom about what you saw.

Luke punches a guy in the jaw and knocks him out, and he joins his friend on the wet ground, that is collecting more and more puddles. It’s not coming down so hard that you’re gonna get drenched, but it’s not just spitting by any means.

Michael grabs this guy’s head and smashes his face against their car, guaranteed to of broken his nose and lost a couple teeth. He does this a couple more times and then throws him to the wet concrete.

Just as Calum shoots two guys in the head with one bullet, around 10 more show up in a two cars.

Luke quickly shoots the sixth guy in the chest and he crawls off towards the pavement and takes shelter, whilst clutching his chest, in pure agony.

You see them all mutter a curse of some sort and talk with each other. They take in a deep breath and begin to approach the deadly people. Matt’s crew immediately start firing, causing Michael to duck. This makes him mad and he begins shooting back, missing most of them all but he hits one of them, but he doesn’t go down, just clutches his wound, which will no doubt scar if he makes it out alive. Michael reloads and is ready to go again.

All of a sudden there’s a fuck ton of gun shots and they scramble to get some cover behind a car. Gun shots fill your ears, but you’re way too used to them for the sound to affect you.

The boys resurface a minute or two later and are more confident than ever. They pull their triggers, keeping their distance, and anger flooding their system. Luke runs over to one of the duffel bags and picks up two assault rifles, then runs back and passes the other one to Michael, they start spraying at them, a couple going down, some getting injured, and some being missed all together.

Somone must have called for even more back up, because around fifteen more people arrive and you are convinced you’re gonna lose somone special to you.
How is this gonna be a fair fight?

20 vs 4

Worry is plastered on your face, along with a load of other emotions going through your body. Fear of losing your bestfriends and soulmate, angry at the people they’re going up against, and guilt because you caused this.

Suddenly you see around six to eight men come from behind them. You’d been so caught up in watching what was going on in front of them, that you forgot to check behind them.

They begin to check their guns and begin to aim.

“CALUM!” You shout and run out of the ally way, tackling Calum to the ground.

“What the f-,”

“Shut the fuck up” You spit.

Getting up, you pull your gun out of your leather jacket, you begin to fire at them. Walking closer to them, pulling the trigger at one of dudes who is clad in black, he goes down with a bullet to the chest. They begin to fire at you, and you go to pull the trigger, but only to find that the mag is empty. “Fuck.” You hiss and run towards one of the cars to take cover, whilst you reload, the people still shooting at you through the car.

Ejecting the magazine and throwing it down the street in frustration, shoving a new one in and smacking it against your palm to make sure it’s in properly. “Here, so you don’t get caught off guard.” A voice makes its way into your ears and you look up to see Luke crouching in front of you holding out a gun.

“Uh, thanks.” You nod and stand up, taking the gun from his grip, and putting it into your jeans. “Watch out.” You warn and rest your hands on top of the car, beginning to shoot at them, which catches them all off guard. You shoot one guy in the stomach and he falls to the ground, letting out a scream in pain.

By now, Luke’s long gone, he’s off shooting the people in front, which you should be joining in on after you kill the final two guys. Coming out of cover from the car, you fire until there’s one man standing.

He pulls the trigger, and the bullet goes into the right side of your stomach. “Shit.” You mutter in pain. This makes you see red and the guy that shot you just so happens to be in the middle of it. Charging right at him and punching him in the face, until his nose starts to bleed. He uses his now useless gun to hit your forehead, that will no doubt bleed.

You take your knife out and stab him with so much force under his chin, and you wouldn’t be surprised if it went into his mouth. His eyes widen and he claws at his neck, making all these spluttering sounds. Yanking your knife out and pushing him to the ground before stabbing him in the chest.

After successfully taking down 7 men, you have to deal with yourself. Luckily you’re wearing a black shirt so you can’t really see it. Patting the sensitive area, your hand comes back red, and the pain is nearly unbearable, but you have to get on before you can seek medical attension of some sort.

Walking over to the boys, every step is excruciating pain, but there’s no way you can show that, you’ll be a target otherwise.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Calum hisses when you stand next to him.

“Now’s the right fucking time, Calum.” You glare at him and just start randomly firing.

He shakes his head and goes back to shooting. “There’s a load of guns in a bag over there.” Ashton informs you.

“I know.”

You and Michael begin to take on 3 people, two shots going off at two different people. Michael shoots behind you and you quickly turn around to see the third guy crash down. Giving Michael an appreciated squeeze on the shoulder you move on to different people.

After 20 minutes, the opposing gang have called for back up three times, a lot of them have died, no ones quite sure how many people are left, but there’s around 10 men standing, that could be all that’s left of the whole gang, or there’s a still a couple hundred people left. Judging by the amount of people you’ve all killed, there can’t be anymore people left. You killed Christian and you actually laughed when you shot him, which made all the boys look at you weirdly. You’ve seen Matt in one of the cars a few times, and he stares right back at you with the same hollow, dark eyes, which makes you shudder.

You’ve felt a little light headed and whoosy every now and then, but it passes after 30 seconds or so. You know it’s not very wise to be doing this whilst having a bullet wound in your stomach, but it’s not an option right now to just leave.

Matt all of a sudden gets out of the car and orders his minions to stop and they all look dumbfounded.

“Guys, stop.” You warn.

“What the hell (Y/N)?” Michael questions.

“Just follow my lead, I’ll explain this all to you when this is over.” You sigh and begin to slowly walk towards them.

“Are you sure this is wise?” Calum asks.

“Maybe, maybe not. When I run my hand through my hair, shoot all the other people, but leave Matt to me.” You explain.

They all nod and look at each other in fear.

“Ah, (Y/N)! Long time no see.” He greets with his arms out.

“Matt, so lovely to see you again.” You smirk and give each other a hug.

“You’ve got some talented boys on your side.” Matt says.

“Yeah, but they’re not important right now. What do you want?” You ask.

“I think you know what I want.” He replies.

“I think the fuck not.” You spit.

“You do.”

“Look, it happened years ago, let it go. I don’t regret it.”

“Well you should regret it, because you have no idea what could happen.” He whispers in your ear.

“You’re just bored and wanted to stir the rivalries up, and you’re jealous because we’re dominating the market.” You hiss.

“Well, that, and you killed my brother, my most important and talented man, oh and my son.” He says and caresses your jaw. Matt mainly said that to the boys, but he was facing you.

“They fucking deserved it.” You push his hands away harshly, which makes him chuckle.

“They did nothing to you.” He states.

“They did nothing to me? I had to kill your brother because he stabbed me and would’ve done a lot worse. I also had to kill Dean because he would’ve killed these guys, and it was part of my revenge because he was in with your brother. I killed your son for the sole reason that he was your son.” You inform. “So yeah, one of them wasn’t called for, by he only would’ve turned out to be a cocky, drug addict, hiding behind people because he can’t fight his own battles, like you.”

“You stole a load of my money and sold a lot of my drugs.” He adds.

“Well I did it better than you could ever. You cheated your way to the top, used your weapons, and you don’t even do anything, you just hide behind your minions because you’re a coward.” You accuse. “What do you even want from us?”

“I want you and only you.” He answers.

“Matt, this isn’t a romantic movie.” You tell him.

“I want you to join my gang.” He proposes.

“Why would I want to join a gang that barely has anyone in it anymore?” You furrow your eyebrows.

“With you, we can build up again and make a better, stronger gang than before.” He attempts to lure you in.

“If you could tell me you’re the best gangmember in this business, we would be nothing without you in our gang, please, I’m begging for you to join, I’ll think.” You ask him to feed your ego.

“Okay, you’re the best gangmember in this business, we would be nothing without you in our gang, please, I’m begging for you to join.” He repeats your words.

“I can see you clearly have nothing to offer me, you thought you could just easily take down our gang, for somthing that happened years ago, they all fucking deserved it.”

You run your hand through your hair and say: “Go get 'em boys.”

They all smirk and begin to aim at the people that are left alive, they’re only left behind because they’re cowards like Matt, so they hid behind the more talented. It’s kind of a shame that all those people died because some were really talented.
“What are you gonna do now that all your cover is gone?” You ask in a slight baby voice.

“This.” He says and is about to pounce on you but a gun shot is fired. Looking to your right you see Calum breathing heavily, his gun still aimed at Matt, and fire burning in his eyes.

“Not even in your fucking dreams.” Calum says.

You pull the slide back and press the gun to his head. Calum shot him in the shoulder, you’re not sure if that was his plan or if he meant to kill him. If Calum wanted to kill him, he would’ve easily struck success, so you conclude that, that was his plan.

“Any last words?” You ask with a raised eyebrow.

“Fuck you all, you’ll pay for this!” He spits.

“But you’re dead.” You state.

“S-,” you shoot him right in the centre of his forehead.

“I guess we’ll never know.” You shrug, watch his body slide down the side of a car and to the left.

Sliding your gun back into your jacket, and looking at all the carnage you’ve all made. Bodies everywhere, blood everywhere, abandoned guns everywhere, and bullet holes everywhere.

“Shit.” You mutter and lean onto the bonnet of the car, clutching your stomach.

“Woah, babe, you alright?” Calum asks, rushing towards you.

You remove your hand and wince at the amount of blood, on your hand. Looking up at Calum, his eyes widen and instantly holds the small of your back.

“You got shot?” He asks for confirmation.

“No, I did it myself.” You snap.

“When did this happen?” He questions.

“When I shot the people behind you guys.” You say, although it comes out quietly because it’s so hard to talk through the pain. “Shit.” You whine and you feel yourself begin to fall.

Luckily Calum catch you easily because he had his hand on your back in the first place. He gently lays you down, him sitting down as well, and he rests your head on his lap.

“Somone get a clean rag or something.” Calum orders. “Stay with me, baby.” He cups your jaw.

Calum pulls your old band shirt up, revealing the wound and the three all cringe. “Here.” Ashton comes back, a t shirt that he’d taken off some dead body.

“It’s okay.” He soothes and runs his slender finger through your hair, whilst he gingerly presses the fabric to your stomach, putting direct pressure on the wound.

“Cal.” You whine and cover your eyes with your hand.

“It’s gonna be okay, honey.” He assures.

“Calum,” you moan, “I prefer saying that in bed.”

“Me too.” Calum agrees.

“Guys! This is no time to be doing this right now.” Ashton exclaims.

“We need to get her to the hospital, Cal, she can’t carry on like this.” Michael tells Calum.

“We need to get into a car or somthing, there’s no way we can get to a hospital fast enough.” Luke says.

“Ashton, go steal a car.” Calum tells him and goes back to playing with your hair in a soothing manner.

“I’m fine.” You groan.

“You’re clearly not fine, (Y/N).” He declares.

“I’ll be… fine.” You breathlessly say and attempt to get up.

“No, let me take you to a hospital to get professional medical help.” Calum pushes you back down.

“I’m okay,” you sigh and you attempt to get up again but it hurts too much. “Okay, I’m not okay.” You admit.


“I’m about to shoot somone if you don’t stop babying me.” You claim.

“I know you hate this, but that isn’t an option right now, just work with me.” Calum sighs.

“Okay, I got a car going but it’s gonna be a little cramped.” Ashton tells everyone.

“This might hurt.” Calum says.

“At least you are telling me somthing, this time.” You mutter and Calum gives you a deadpan look.

He shakes his head and begins to lift you up, bridal style. “Does it hurt?” He asks.

“No more than it did 10 seconds ago.” You roll your eyes.

You’re all in the car, Ashton’s driving, Luke’s in the passenger seat, Michael is on the left side of three seats in the back, Calum is on the right, and you are laying on them, your head on Calum’s lap and your feet on Michael’s lap.

“You’ve got blood in your belly button.” Michael breaks the silence.

“Thank you?” You trail off. “At least you’re all being honest now.”


You’ve been in the hospital for a while now, you had to have surgery to take the bullet out, treat the wound, and stitch it up. Ashton, Luke, Michael, and Calum have all been by your side through it all, which you are kinda greatful for.

You’ve been shot a few times before, nothing as major as this, just in the leg or shoulder. You’re healing up really well, should be back on your feet in a couple days.

Calum has been sitting in the same chair the whole time and holding your hand. Luke has been talking to Marcus and updating him on what has happened. Ashton wonders around the hospital, going from hallway to hallway, he’s often been sent back by nurses. Michael is having a case of cabinfever, he reliefs that by driving around, picking up some food, anything better than this cardboard shit. You on the other hand, have been confined to this damn bed for three days, having things attached to you, dealing with nurses that constantly flirt with all the boys, and being bored out of your brain.

You’ve been building a plan, with all of this time on your hands, you may as well think of a plan to break out of here… and it should begin very soon.

“Can you get me some ice cream?” You ask Calum and grab his hand.

“Sure.” He laughs. “Are you gonna be okay on your own?” He questions and runs his hand through your hair.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine. How long will you be?” You question, playing with the band the hospital gave you.

“30 to 45 minutes.” He shrug.

“Okay, bye then.” You say.

Calum gives you a quick kiss before they all wave goodbye to you and walk out your room.

They’ve all gone back to the hotel, to freshen up, pack all their things up, and then they’re gonna go get some food.

You wait five minutes, just in case they forgot their wallet or somthing, before taking the IV drip out of your arm. Throwing the covers off of your body, then sitting up, ignoring the pain in your stomach and arm. Taking some clothes out of the bag you sent Ashton and Luke to get from your hotel room, which by the way, made the whole room go silent when you said where it was.

You can tell they’ve been itching to ask you all these questions, but they haven’t had the balls to ask yet.

After doing everything you needed to do, you leave your room, trying to act as natural as possible. With this job, you’ve learnt how to blend in, which can be a very useful skill to have.

Keeping your head down, until you get all the way to the car park.

“Hey, can I borrow your car for like 10 minutes, I’ll bring it back as soon as possible. I need to check on my grandma.” I beg a middle aged man.

“Uh, sure, you’ll bring it back right?” He asks.

“Yeah, of course. Here I’ll pay you.” You pull some money out of your pocket.

“Well, here are the keys.” He laughs.

“Thank you so much.” You smile and take the keys from him, before getting into the car and putting your bag down on the floor of the passanger side.

There’s no way this guy is getting his car back.

Speeding off and leaving this toy town, making your way back to your house that you share with Calum.

After getting lost multiple times, stopping once at a shop to pick up some stuff for the trip and dinner tonight, and stopping at a petrol station, you finally get home.

Parking the car on the driveway, slamming your door shut, going over to the other side to get your bags out, pushing that door closed with your foot, before walking towards the front door.

Inserting your keys into the lock, turning let and walking in, being greeted by the familiar sense of comfort. You notice the bodies have gone and you make a mental note to thank Jeff.

Quickly looking round the house for anything suspicious, because you don’t want a replay of what happened again. Finding nothing different or out of place from when you wear last here. With that safe feeling, you head down the stairs and into the kitchen, so you can make dinner.

Contemplating if any of them are smart enough to figure out your game soon enough that they’ll be home in the next few hours. There’s a possibility, so you go ahead and make enough to go round five times. The boys don’t usually come round for dinner that often, maybe once every couple of months, but if they do work out where you are, they’ll all come round, because they’re that predictable.


You’ve eaten, showered properly for the first time first in a while, and now you’re chilling in the living room, you’ve got some random tv show playing, a gun in your hand that you’re just playing with, the safety is on so you’re fine.

It’s really late - or early, depends how you look at it - 2 am to be exact, but you’re not tired in the slightest, wide awake even.

Suddenly you hear a car pull up, then the door agressivly slamming, and finally the little jingle of keys. “Hey.” You smirk, not even taking your eyes off the screen.

“You run off without telling anyone and all I get is a hey?” Calum exclaims and you finally look at him, he seems absoloutly fuming. The others seem a little ticked off, but they know what can come out of a situation like this. All hell could break loose when both of you are riled up, and they honestly get a little terrified. It’s not always wise to leave you two alone when you’re in this state.

“All I get is a note,” you stroke your imaginary beard, “sound familiar to you?” You muse.

“This is different, (Y/N).” He shakes his head.

“How? You left me alone without any clues or material to work with. If you had more than one brain cell, you would be able to figure out where I was.” You tell him.

“I thought you’d been taken hostage or somthing.” He claims.

“As if.” You mutter. “What were you even doing with Matt? That’s none of your business.” You spit.

“I believe it is my business when he tried to kidnap you.” He states.

“Nothing I couldn’t handle. Where were you when I had to fight off two guys, in our house?” You question. “You went in knowing nothing! I had to give you a message telling you where their fucking base was!”

“That was you?” Calum furrows his eyebrows.

“You’re a fucking idiot.” You groan and get up, making your way into the kitchen, and they all follow you. “I was the one who beat up that guy, I had to warn you fuckers some way, or you would of blundered in and got shot faster than you last in bed.”

“Shit, that’s fast.” Michael and Luke snicker.

“We all know Calum doesn’t last long in bed.” Ashton says and they all high five each other, besides Calum of course.

Calum and you both glare at them, which shuts them up immediately.

“I was even in the fucking booth next to you.” You confess.

“You shouldn’t of even been there in the first place.” Calum raises his voice.

“Well if I hadn’t, you’d all be dead.” You tell them bluntly.

“Wow, (Y/N)’s ego is here.” Calum announces.

“I fucking saved your ass, you would’ve been shot from behind, you can’t tell me I didn’t.” You reply.

“I’ll give you that, but I’d rather I get shot or one of them than you. What exactly went down between you two?”

“It was one of my first major missions to complete, Marcus sent me to steal a load of drugs from them, that was when he was a complete dick to everyone. Obviously, I got caught, ended up fighting with his brother, that scar on my leg is from when he stabbed me. I killed his most powerful member, Dean, for a couple reasons, firstly so he didn’t kill you guys, and so I could get revenge on Matt. I know it’s such a fucked up thing to do, but he only would’ve turned out life his father, a complete asshole. Anyway, he was older than me.” You explain.

Calum just shakes his head with a humourless laugh, walking up and down the room.

“Guys, go to the headquarters, I’ll meet you there.” Calum sighs.

“How long will you be?” Michael asks.

“I don’t know, probably not long.” He shrugs.

“Okay, let’s go.” You smirk and begin to walk towards the door.

“Not you.” He spits and pulls you back by your shoulders.

You both wait until they leave the house, and once the door closes it’s complete silence.

“What is your fucking problem?” Calum speaks up.

“My fucking problem? You actually have to ask?” You glare at him. “We made a promise to tell each other what we have to do. I may not tell you everything, but I still tell you roughly. You could’ve told me, gave me a quick text or phonecall on what you were doing and I would’ve left you alone, or at least gave you somthing to work with. But you broke that, and I’m not sure if I can forgive you for that.” You confess and lean against the wall.

“I know and I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, you only would’ve worried about me/us. I wanted to, I really did, but it wouldn’t of been a good idea. I’m sorry, I messed up, and it ended in you getting shot, and I never like seeing you hurt. I indirectly shot you and I can never forgive myself for it!” He tells you.

“Give me a solid reason why you couldn’t tell me.”

“I was only trying to protect you!” He shouts.

“I can protect myself without you!” You shout back.

“So you’re saying you don’t need me?” He questions walking slowly towards you.

You swallow the lump in your throat and nod. “Yes, that’s exactly what I’m saying.” You confirm.

“Are you sure about that?” He questions as he is one step away from you.

“Yes, and what are you gonna do about it?” You raise an eyebrow.

Calum presses himself up against you, placing his hands on your hips, and leans down to your ear.

“If you didn’t have me, then there’d be no one to satisfy you like I do, or as well as I do.” He says into your ear, moving down to your neck, feeling his warm breath, almost making you shiver.

“Are you sure about that?” You ask.

“Do you need me to demonstrate for you, babygirl?” He teasingly hovers his lips over your neck.

“I’m already picturing somonelse satisfying me, much better than you could ever dream of.” You smirk.

“I think you really need to be reminded of what I can do, babe.” He whispers and grinds his crouch against yours, finally connecting his lips to a part of your body.
He sucks on your neck, emmitting a tiny whimper from you.

Calum intertwines his fingers with yours and holds them above your head. This isn’t just part of his act, but an unsaid promise which speaks louder than words ever could.

Calum sucks on a sensitive spot, making you let out a small moan in pleasure, and that let’s him know he’s got you.

“Top or bottom?”

“I don’t have a bunk bed.”

Pride Month Prompts 2/30: Rainbow

Fandom: Be More Chill

Relationship: Boyf riends


Basically a #forthepatch fic as well as something extra to go along with it! I tried to make it longer and it’s kinda late cuz I got lazy in the end. But I hope you enjoy it!

When Hot Topic arrived at the mall back when they were in middle school, Jeremy and Michael had finally found a reason to go to the mall. There was anime, Pokémon, music, it was like a paradise for them. Even more so to Michael.

They could spend hours looking at the new stuff, looking at clearance stuff. It used to be a normal thing for them to be there every Saturday. Michael would spend all of his allowance there.

Jeremy was just looking through and found himself looking at some of the patches they had. Jeremy himself wasn’t a patch person, but he did find a lot of designs really cool. He then pulled out a patch that was a simple rectangle but had each color of the rainbow.

Jeremy immediately thought back to a couple of weeks ago where Michael had came out to him. He was nervous, but Jeremy told him that it was okay. Jeremy was glad that Michael told him this. He then got an idea.

“Michael!” He called. The store was small enough so that Jeremy knew that Michael could hear them despite the loud music that was playing in the store.

“Yeah?!” He heard, he then started walking in the direction he heard his best friend. He found him near the jackets and sweaters area. Michael then turned to Jeremy.

“Hey! Dude, check this out.” He then pulled off what seemed to be a big red hoodie. It looked extremely large, especially for someone of Michael’s size.

“So, it LOOKS like a normal hoodie right?” Jeremy nodded, but then Michael turned it around to reveal a familiar picture on the back.

“Is that…?” Jeremy started to ask.

“Unknown Pleasures by Joy Division? You bet it is!” Jeremy knew that Michael loved that album. It was something Michael could listen to non-stop. “But that isn’t even the best part!”

Michael then took off the hoodie from the hanger and put it on. It was absolutely huge on him. But he then turned around and put on the hood to reveal a polar bear.

“That’s awesome Michael! But do they have it in a smaller size? You look like you are going to be swallowed by the polar bear.” Jeremy laughed. Michael poured, Jeremy stood quite a bit taller than Michael. Taller then most kids really.

“No, this is the only one left. I’ll just grow into it.” Michael said.

“If you can grow and bigger.” Jeremy teased,

“ Shut up.” Michael muttered giving Jeremy a light punch to the arm. Jeremy then remembered the patch in his hand.

“You know what else would look good with it?” Jeremy asked.

“What?” Michael asked confused.

Jeremy then showed the patch, Michael’s eyes widened as blush quickly came to his face. But stared at the patch in wonder. But then Michael shrunk back as he started fiddling with his fingers.

“A-a pride patch?” Michael asked.

“Yeah! I mean, now that you’re out and everything y'know.” Jeremy said.

“Well, thats kinda like, announcing to the world. I-I don’t-”

“Michael.” Jeremy put a hand on his shoulder. And looked at him in the eyes, “You shouldn’t be ashamed of who you are, in fact, you should be happy! You know who you are. And the world can’t give a damn.”

Jeremy then held the badge to Michael’s other shoulder. Holding it there. He then looked again at Michael.

“It looks pretty natural to be there right?” Jeremy asked.

Michael laughed, “it sure does. How much is it?”


“Damn it, I don’t have enough money for the jacket and the patch.” Michael said.

“I got it.” Jeremy said.

“What?! No way dude.” Michael said.

“Yeah! C'mon.” Jeremy then led them to the line to check out. Michael took off the hoodie so he can pay for it.

“Jer, I don’t feel right with you paying for that.” Michael said.

“Think of it as a ‘thanks’.” Jeremy said.

“Thanks? What do you have to thank me for?” Michael asked with a grin.

“For… I don’t know… being comfortable about coming out to me.” Jeremy said.

Michael’s smile then turned brighter then the sun, “Of course, I wasn’t just NOT going to tell my player 2! Jer, I would tell you anything.” Michael said as he walked up to the cashier.

Jeremy smiled at his words and watched as Michael payed for the jacket. As soon as he was done, he placed the patch down and reached for his wallet. But as he looked up at the cashier, he saw a look of disgust.

Jeremy flinched at the sight he felt his cheeks turn red. But pulled out the money and paid anyway. When the cashier gave him the bag, Jeremy knew that cashier was avoiding any physical contact. As he walked away and approached Michael he could still feel the glare on his back.

Michael looked shocked, then looked to the ground in guilt. Jeremy then knew that he had seen what happened. Jeremy then put his bag down and wrapped his arms around Michael.

“I’m sorry you had to do that. You didn’t deserve it.” Michael muttered to his shoulder.

“No, I’m glad it was me instead of you.” Jeremy said. He knew that Michael would face a lot of hardships and judgement with the way he was. But Jeremy promised himself that he was going to be there for him.

The hug ended shortly afterwards and Michael wiped a few tears from his face. Jeremy picked up the bag and handed it to Michael, which Michael hesitated before taking.

“Hey, don’t worry. You can wait as long as you need before wearing it. Just know I will never judge you for who you are.” Jeremy said. Michael smiled at him, causing Jeremy to slightly blush before smile back.

The next day at school Michael wore that hoodie and dawned that patch. His walk had never been so confident.


The memory was a precious one at that. And Jeremy couldn’t help but look back on and smile. Michael had many patches on the sweater now, and some others were also from Jeremy but the rainbow on his shoulder still shined the best.

When Jeremy decided to come out to Michael years later he then knew why Michael was nervous.

It’s not like Jeremy thought Michael would judge him or be mad it at the time. It would be the first time he said out loud that he was bi. And it kinda scared him. But luckily when he did, Michael was super supportive in every way.

“Dude!” Jeremy said when he opened up the door to his boyfriend that morning. Senior year was starting soon and they needed to spend every waking moment they had hanging out before their freedom. But when Jeremy open the door he presented to Michael his new sweater. His new Thespian Presidency sweater.

“Dude!” Michael said back. Dawning his own new sweater.

Jeremy didn’t know how, but he was chosen to be Vice President of the Thespian Society. Which was… insane to him. Michael had actually been chosen as Senior Techie as well. Both getting handmade jackets with their school colors, names, and positions listed.

Jeremy knew very well that Michael wouldn’t wear the jacket often. The hoodie from all those years ago held a special place in Michael’s heart. But Jeremy knew Michael would wear it for official stuff, and he was glad because Michael looked really good in the jacket.

Really good.

Jeremy let Michael inside the house which Michael gladly did, giving him a kiss on the cheek as he passed by. Jeremy blushed and they went down the stairs to their normal set up.

“So, what are we gonna do first?” Jeremy asked, taking his place on the bean bag.

“I don’t know.” Michael said with a shrug. He kept standing, hands inside the pocket and if you looked closely enough, you could see Michael was fiddling with something.

“What’s up? Is something wrong?” Jeremy asked.

“N-no! I just… I have something for you.” Michael said nervously.

“Okayyyy… what is it?” Jeremy asked.

“You kinda need to stand up.” Michael said.

“I swear Michael if you are gonna prank me-”

“I’m not! I promise.” Michael said, “I wouldn’t prank my favworite person.” He put on a pout and a cutesy voice for the last part.

“Your track record shows differently.” Jeremy sighed as he got up from the beanbag.

“Shut up. Now, close your eyes, I’ll get embarrassed if you are watching me.” Michael said.

Jeremy had a slight bad feeling, but ignored it as he closed his eyes. He then felt Michael moving his jacket a bit. There was a bit of struggle and nervousness but then Michael stopped.

“Alright. You are golden.” Michael said.

Jeremy opened his eyes and looked to see what Michael had done. His eyes widened to see a pin on the jacket, it was shaped with a heart with two lines in the middle and different colors filled up each one to represent the bi-sexual flag.

He looked up at Michael, “Just like old times right?” Michael said, the pulling out of his pocket a similar pin, but instead it represented the homo-sexual flag.

Jeremy laughed as he took the pin and connected it to Michael’s jacket that he was sure would be filled with other pins sooner or later. He kept his hand there as he then pulled Micheal into a passionate kiss.

It was meant to be brief, but with boys like them. They didn’t officially end the kiss until 10 minutes later with now Michael on a bean bag and Jeremy being on his lap.

They laughed and after calming down Michael gave Jeremy a heart-felt gaze.

“I’m pretty sure…” Michael said as they intertwined their hands “that was the day I fell in love with you.”

Anyone who looked at Michael from 8th grade on-wards knew who he was. Because of the rainbow patch on his shoulder on the jacket he wore everyday.

Now everyone would know who Jeremy was. Because of the pin on his jacket that he wore everyday.

And everyone knew that Jeremy and Michael loved each other because whenever you saw them in their patch or pins. They would be together.

William Nylander #2

Anonymous said: Could you make one where you met William nylander family for the first time?


A/N: apologizes for any spelling or grammar errors, as usual i wrote this at some god awfully late time. but hope you all liked it!! :)

Word Count: 2,759

If your boyfriend thought you were just casually going to up and meet his family then he was crazy. And after walking into the suite you normally sat in during Leafs game, it was confirmed - William Nylander was freaking crazy. Cause staying around was his entire family, visiting from Sweden, and looking at you as if you had two heads.

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Just a Secretary Tommy x Reader

Here’s my Tommy fic that I’ve made all of you wonderful people wait too long for.

Request: OK so here it is: Tommy being in love with a younger reader and being like super protective/jealous of her around Finn and Michael and smut happening cause she’s a teaser

Hope this is OK anon. I changed it a bit unknowingly.

Warnings: Cursing, terribly written smut

Walking into Shelby Brother Limited, I took off my hat, shaking the drops of rain off my shoulders before hanging my coat up on the hook.

“Good morning boys.” Finn was sitting on Michaels desk, talking in hushed whispers. They both turned towards me, smiles stretching across their faces.

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@bottomtothetop I accidentally deleted your first ask but here you go - You offered three so I did three! *evil laughter* Dw I toned down the angst for this one, I couldn’t hurt my babies again. Thank you for the prompts! I’ll try to answer your other one as soon as possible :)

15 - “I don’t want to hurt you”
34 - “If you really love you, you’ll let me go”
37 - “Because I love you god damn it”


In some way, Jeremy knew what he was doing was wrong and stupid and irrational but he found himself doing it anyway.

After the Squip was defeated, Jeremy had started to sink back into his daily routine. He was still mostly on edge, waiting for a voice in the back of his head to tell him what he was be doing wrong, but for the most part he had gotten used to his own free will. Ironically, Jeremy was now more popular and happy with his friends than he ever had ever been when the Squip was around and he loved it. He loved his little friendship group, something which he had wanted all of his high school life. But something was still wrong.

He still had the doubts. The lingering thoughts that he was going to do something again and shock everyone around him, ruining the friendship they had sprouted together. He was going to say something and without the Squip’s guidance it wouldn’t end well for anyone. He was going to hurt someone, like he had once before. He was worried he was going to hurt Michael.

No matter how many times Jeremy had apologised and Michael had told him that everything was ok, he still didn’t trust himself to not hurt his best friend like that again. He wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he left Michael in the same state he had done at the Halloween party. But without the Squip, Jeremy didn’t know what to do to avoid it. So he did the one thing he was good at: disappearing.

He started to intentionally miss classes and after school practices, using the Squip incident as an excuse to get out of talking to people. ‘Sorry, I’m just recovering,’ he would say to anyone who wanted to talk to him. It was for the best, that way he wouldn’t hurt anyone accidentally. But it soon got out of control. Jeremy stated to block out the people around him, not even acknowledging their presence. He was in a constant state of zombie. The Squip may have gone a long time ago, but he still had compete control over Jeremy.

Eventually, he was snapped out of his trance when a boy in front of him in a red hoodie, who had been trying to get his attention for days now, dragged him out of the cafeteria and into a somewhat empty hallway.

“Alright Jeremy, I’ve had enough,” the boy, Michael, said in a loud-whisper so he could hear him clearly. “You can’t do this to m- to everyone again. You need to focus! The Squip’s gone, you’re safe! It’s ok-”

“I don’t want to hurt you.” He heard himself say in a monotone voice, as if watching the scene from afar.

“Hurt… hurt me? Jeremy, you’re already hurting me! Do you know how it feels to be completely ignored. Twice! Like hell Jeremy. It hurts like hell.”

Jeremy wasn’t processing anything his best friend was saying. If he did, he told himself, he might use it to hurt Michael. Hurt Michael…

“JEREMY!” Michael screamed, snapping his best friend out of his hypnotic trance for a few seconds. “Please! Listen to me.”

“Why- why should I?” He slowly replied, lifting his head to look at Michael. “If I do, I’ll only make everything worse! I ruined your life once Michael, I can’t afford to do it again…”

“No… no you don’t get to choose whether my life is ruined or not ok? All you have to do is be there for me! You’re my best friend!”

“And what if I can’t even do that Michael? Huh? Then what?” He stated a little louder than before to get his friend’s full attention. “Michael I’m doing this for your own good!”

“Don’t give me that bullshit Jeremy! Please, you can’t possibly think this is a good idea-”

“Well what else am I supposed to do? Let myself run around the school shouting things that will get me beat up, that will make me lose all my friends. I have to! The Squip… may have been right. This is the only way to help the people around me…” Jeremy slowed down his speech, drifting back into his zombie-like state.

“Jeremy please-”

“Give me a reason Michael. Give me one fucking reason why I shouldn’t do this.”

“Because I love you god damn it!” Michael shouted, gripping onto his best friend’s shirt and yanking it forward so that Jeremy came face to face with him.

Jeremy should have processed what was happening right then and there. His best friend just confessed to him, in the middle of an argument, trying to convince him to give him the light of day. Of course, Jeremy only knew how to make matters worse.

“If you really love me, you’ll let me go.” He whispered, trying to turn away. He couldn’t do this, not now. He knew that if he stayed he’d say something or he’d do something stupid to hurt his best friend. To hurt Michael. Hurt-

Jeremy was suddenly shattered from his trance to find Michael had smashed their lips together in an attempt to save him from his own hell. It was far from a perfect first kiss between the two, for starters Michael’s glasses would have to go, but it was enough for Jeremy to understand. All this time, Michael wasn’t in fear of his best friend hurting him again like he did on Halloween. He was trying to help him. Michael had always been there for Jeremy and now was a more prominent example than any other. Michael had stood by his side until Jeremy had forced him to break away. But even now, after everything that had happened, Michael was there. Michael would always be there.

The two stood there for a few more seconds, lips pressed together and eyes closed just taking in all that had happened - a silent apology shared between them. They seemed to have completely forgotten that the school bell had just rang and that most of the students were walking past them kissing in the hallway.

Down by the lockers, a pouty Chloe slipped a $20 note into a smug looking Brooke’s hand.


Originally posted by peakyblinded

You felt so small in the big new city of Birmingham. While it was nothing close to New York, it was new and exciting, and the haze that had fallen over it was homely all the same. You couldn’t believe that you were on your own; that your parents had agreed to let you go half way across the world to go to one of the best universities. Your veins were buzzing as you walked down the street, trying to find the house where your uncle lived (that really being the reason they let you go so far, because you had family there to watch you).

You weren’t really paying attention to the men and women, some finely dressed and others not, walking around the street, chatting and going about their normal day as you your letter close, trying to follow the directions scratched on the paper. You were walking down the road and reading at the same time (something your mother frequently warned you about doing) when you bumped into a man, his cigarette flying onto your favorite dress.

“Oh shoot.” You say, your hands flying to get it off before it burns a whole through the lace. The boys friend snickers but you don’t really notice.

“Oh shit, I’m so sorry. I didn’t see you there, it was my fault.”

“No worries, I probably should of been paying more attention.” You say, finally looking up into the cold eyes of the man.

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* = smut


Catch Fire (Luke Hemmings fanfiction)*
When a one-night stand turns two-night stands turns friends-with-benefits turns…well good question or when youtube singer Lou met and somehow ended up hooking up with her celebrity crush, this is not what she expected would happen

Daylight (Highschool!Calum AU)*:

“I loved a challenge. And breaking a heartbreaker’s heart? Well, that was interesting…” or when Luke’s best friend moves to Australia, she makes a vow to take revenge on Calum Hood, the school’s bad boy, for having broken so many hearts



If you don’t know:
a bad break-up from Michael’s POV based on the song

Michelangelo, really?:
your roommate has a hookup over so you decide to meet your neighbor and ask for a place to sleep

so maybe Mike and you both have an obsession with winning, so what?

Whiskey on the rocks:
someone slaps your butt and you turn around to see Michael Clifford behind you???

Walks of shame AU:
you meet him while doing your walk of shame

a few stolen moments with your inspiration Michael

There’s no way that we can rewind:
you fucked up and everything hurts

Priorities AU / Part 2Part 3:
Fratboy!Michael can’t figure out his priorities

You’re it for me:
Michael and you get into an argument because you won’t let him meet your strict parents and he thinks you might be ashamed of him

Just one little problem AU:
Calum is a great roommate…the only problem is his best friend

A daydream away:
your best friend sympathizes a bit too much with the boys you date

Silence makes you an accomplice:
two band members prepare a prank

PR teams are a painPart 2Part 3:
you were already having a bad day, and then you found out you had to PR date the one celebrity you hate the most…..yay?

Dirty laundry looks good on you:
you think Michael deserves better than the mess you are…he kindly disagrees

Step by step:
getting over your ex isn’t very easy

Paris, city of love:
Michael fucks up his proposal but it’s perfect and god, you love him

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(Holy shit my dudes this took too long.  Most comics will not be in this clean, colored style, but I really wanted my first comic for the blog to look nice so here.  Next up: how Jeremy actually discovers his powers.  That one will not be colored so it should be up much sooner.  Hope this was worth the wait - Mod Z.)

(Also for this AU, Jeremy, Michael, and Christine have all been friends since they were little kids.  Jeremy did have a crush on Christine back in middle school but it went nowhere and he grew out of it after realizing he’d rather just have her as a friend.)

Maiden’s Unfair Heart

Warning: THIS IS EXTREMELY LONG. Also, this fic takes place in the Middle Ages so sexism is an obvious. Of course 21st century Harry wouldn’t dare say these things, however please keep the time era in mind. The girl’s name is Jo only because this story is an original story with Harry’s name instead of the original: Michael H. Fitz. This one shot is inspired by the novel “Ransom My Heart”. If you love History and Romance together, this is the right book for you :)

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Through Your Eyes

It’s less shippy than it sounds

A follow-up fic to a Blind!Ryan AU short that @gangsandglory wrote a LONG time ago so… y'know :,)

Geoff paid for the bill on their way out of Denny’s. The total was higher than expected by the end of the outing thanks to Gavin daring Jeremy and Michael to a pancake eating contest. Needless to say, the two were forced into the back of the van together, in case anything came back up.

As Geoff was handed his receipt, Ryan brushed past him and headed for the front door, which Jeremy was holding open. “I’ll get that,” Geoff called, grabbing Ryan by the arm. The short-stack Bostonian gave a shrug and rubbed his aching belly.

Ryan tilted his head in Geoff’s direction. “Oh c'mon boss, you just can’t grab a blind man like that,” he quipped with a smile tugging his lips.

But Geoff was in no such mood. “Jesus christ Ryan,” he sighed, leading the man towards the door. “Listen; yeah maybe I should have paid more attention to the dynamics of my team but-… Well there’s just no guessing one of your crew mates are blind now is there? Why didn’t you tell me when I-, well I dunno, hired you?”

“Geez,” Ryan’s nose scrunched in disgust. He went quiet for a second as he found his footing and stepped off the curb. Sounds of the bickering lads pointed him in the direction of the van. “For fucks sake Geoff, I really never expected you to be so angry about it.”

“Never expected-…!” Geoff’s face flushed red as his blood pressure went through the roof. It took a minute for him to collect his thoughts. “Meet me in my office after we get back to the penthouse,” he managed, before reaching the driver’s door.

No one else seemed to hear the angry boss’s request aside from Jeremy, who helped Ryan into the middle row of the van. “Everything okay?” He whispered.

Ryan was silent. He ripped the buckle from his caretaker’s hand and helped himself. Jeremy looked hurt, but understood, and he manuvered his way to the back. With Gavin asleep from the post-meal itis and Michael with his headphones on, it was a painfully quiet ride home.

Much Later that Evening

“I thought I told you to come see me,” Geoff’s irritated voice called out before his footsteps fell silent at the doorframe.

Vagabond was sorting and resorting his knife set in his room. “…Sorry,” he mumbled. “I didn’t feel like coming…” His hands settled and he took a breath. He began sorting the knives by size.

Geoff watched the rhythmic exercise take place. He’d pick up a knife, rub his thumb along the hilt, and place it somewhere new. “Excuse me? It was an order, not a suggestion. I need to talk to you right now.” Boss gnashed his teeth and let himself into Ryan’s room. Leather peeled and stretched as he sat in the corner chair. Soft taps resonated across the floor.

Ryan sighed and rested his hands.

He started sorting by sharpness.


“Your wearing those shitty sneakers you got from Payless,” Ryan noted, almost accusingly. “You spilled booze on them last weekend…”

“Listen to me-”

“Did you just come in from a smoke? What brand is that, Newport?” the lump in his throat grew.

“Ryan, you stop this,” Geoff sighed, tucking the pack of cigarettes further down his jean pocket.

“I know what this is about,” Ryan said without facing him. He continued sorting. “I know why you called me in and I don’t want to talk about it.”

“It’s a big fucking issue Ryan,” the seat creaked as he leaned forward, “and I dont recall you ever telling me before! And telling me when im drunk doesnt count.”

“You trusted me before you knew why dont you trust me now?” The rythm stopped.

He began sorting by weight.

“Because now I know! We dont keep secrets here and-”

“That’s a lie.”

“We dont keep secrets that endanger the team,” Geoff said firmly. “I need to know these kinds of things to-; would you look at me when I’m talking to you?!”

Ryan slammed a knife against his dresser and whirled around. “What do you want see? This?!” In one swift motion he whipped around threw himself at Geoff, his hands gripping the armrests of the chair. Their faces were inches apart.

“You… wear contacts,” Geoff breathed, searching the milky eyes staring through him. No wonder he thought Ryan’s eye were so blue.

“I wore contacts, Ryan huffed. “Why should I hide it anymore?” Their gaze remained locked until Ryan cast his eyes to the floor. Slowly he stood straight and backed away.

Creaks from the bed frame filled the silence as Ryan sat opposite of Geoff. “Look,” Boss said calmly, “I understand that you’re good at what you do-”

“Then let me do my job…”

“Just listen,” Geoff sighed, resting his chin in his hands.

“I’m always listening. I can hear your calloused hands running over your face. I can tell you haven’t shaved in three days from the friction of your beard. I can hear Jeremy and Michael bickering about the pancake contest outside. I hear Gavin laughing at them. I hear Jack in the garage, fixing your bike; Geoff I can hear everything.” Ryan emphasized. “I was hoping, if you ever knew… if I ever told you, that you’d understand. I can still see,” Ryan looked at Geoff. “Just not like you can.”

The boss remained silent. As mysterious of a character Ryan’s been since they’ve met, Geoff’s always trusted him. He’s never given a reason to show he’s incapable of doing what the job demands. Even before they hired Jeremy, the man’s taken good care of himself. And when Geoff couldn’t be there he’s done his part to take care of the crew.

“…Ryan I,” he started, the words caught on the lump in his throat. “I’m sorry.” With that, he gathered himself and stood to leave. “I never meant to make you feel like your differences made you unwelcome here,” he said as he walked away. His footsteps stopped at the doorframe.

Ryan tilted his head to face him. “I don’t need acceptance boss,” he said blankly. “I just want to be trusted. That’s how we get the job done.”

Geoff bit his lip and turned to walk away. He passed another crew member in the hallway but didn’t make an effort to acknowledge them.

Ryan waited a few beats before speaking up. “What is it Jeremy?” he spoke quietly. His face was turned out of sight.

Jeremy sighed and leaned his shoulder on the door. “I trust you, Ryan.”

“…Do you accept me?” He asked, turning to face him.

“You know I do,” Jeremy said quickly, rushing to Ryan’s side. “And the crew does too. Even Geoff. They’re just in shock.” He placed a hand on Ryan’s shoulder. “Give them some time, Rye. They’ll see that there’s nothing you can’t do.”

Ryan sighed and hung his head. A few moments peace settled their conversation until Ryan’s mind wandered elsewhere. “Michael beat you by two pancakes, by the way. Just give Gavin his money,” he said.

“Shut the hell up!” Jeremy chuckled. Ryan let out a quiet laugh and leaned against his caretaker. “Are you going to be okay?” Jeremy asked after a beat.

“With you here, I’ll be more than okay.” Ryan said quietly, “…Will you take me to the lake tonight and describe the sunset again?”

“It’s going to rain,” Jeremy said sadly.

“That’s okay. You can describe the storm. I just love seeing the world through your eyes.”

Jack Maynard Imagine - Gone Wild (SMUT)

“I dare you to give Jack a hickey”

It all started two hours earlier. The boys had invited you over for a chilled night in when Mikey called saying he really wanted to go out. Although you weren’t really in the mood, you agreed because, even if it sounded mainstream, you only lived once.

Turns out when Mikey arrived he let the others know that going out wasn’t enough. That he wanted to get a little drunk before they headed out for the club. You were no one to turn down alcohol. So Conor suggested the five of you - Josh, Mikey, Conor, Jack and yourself - played a ‘good old game of truth or dare’ which you knew wasn’t going to end well.

Jack was your best friend. Well, technically Josh was your best friend, Jack was more like the guy you pretended to be really good friends with, but who in fact had you wrapped around his finger. It all had been a bed of roses until Josh found out you had a tiny little thing for Jack, and he never let you out that one ever since.

What was worse than having your best friend teasing you about your crush all day, was your crush’s brother teasing you about your crush all day. Conor found out by himself, as he said “By the way you look at him when you think he’s not looking”. The good thing was, at least you knew your dirty secret was safe with them.

Or at least you did think so, until Michael Pierce found out. It had been an accident, a terrible accident. Conor was in the middle of one of his comments about Jack and you, and he just figured. He promised not to say anything, but you weren’t sure how long he could keep that secret from.

And he could keep it for exactly 5 days and 2 hours, until he dropped the dreadful dare you were expecting, but hoped you wouldn’t get “W-What” you mumbled, your glass of beer dangerously moving on your hand.

“You bloody heard me!” Mikey said, excitedly. Josh and Conor were laughing their asses off, while Jack just stared at the floor with a huge smile on his face. You knew he wasn’t that drunk yet, so you just didn’t get it.

He lifted his head to look at you, then tilted it so to have his neck exposed, a huge smirk on his face.

Of course it wasn’t the first time you had given someone a love bite. But doing it to Jack felt so wrong, yet so right. You let out a long sigh and moved towards him, so your lips could work their way on his neck.

The boys cheered as Jack put both hands on your waist and held you on his lap, which in fact made your task easier. Still not convinced, you slowly leaned into his neck, breathing the heavy scent of his cologne. They cheered again as your lips touched his skin and sucked on it, making you more turned on than you’d wanted to.

Jack’s grip on your waist tightened, and you knew you were doing it right. Without even realizing it, you had already given him one heck of a hickey, but you decided one was nowhere near enough. You moved your head up his neck and started all over again.

“The nearest room is just around the corner!” You heard Conor laughing, but you were actually taking his request into account.

“Fuck” Jack whispered as you sucked harder on his skin, his voice making you get goosebumps. When you finished the second hickey, you put both of your hands around his neck and looked directly at his eyes, still straddling his lap. The boys were still loud in the back, but you only felt Jack’s presence in the room, his blue eyes filled with lust, looking right back at yours.

The game went on for a couple of rounds before you decided it was time to leave to the club. You walked towards Jack’s room to grab the jacket you had left there earlier, when you felt a strong pair of arms around you and you immediately recognized the scent of Jack’s cologne.

“I’m not really in the mood for clubbing anymore” he whispered into your ear, your bodies pressed together, swinging softly from side to side.

You laughed “And what do you suggest we do?”

He pinned you against his closed bedroom door, smashing his lips against yours. It was a sloppy kiss, full of lust and desire. Your tongues played with each other’s, and slipped into each other’s mouths, until you heard someone knocking at the door just behind you.

“I get you’re not coming with us” Josh shouted from the other side, and you could hear Conor laughing “I’ll see you guys tomorrow. Jack, for fuck sake, just treat her right” you heard him say, and you rolled your eyes. Still you were thankful you had someone who took care of you besides Jack.

“Be safe!” Conor shouted, and a few seconds after you heard the main door closing. Jack put a hand through his hair, your hands still holding on his shoulders.

He looked right back at you, the same wicked smile he was wearing earlier, now came back to his face “Where were we?” He attacked your lips again, his hands getting under your knees to lift you up.

You wrapped yourself around his waist, your lips still not leaving his. He was so damn good at kissing. He fought for dominance and you let him win, because you just couldn’t resist yourself. The idea of Jack touching you and pleasing you, the picture of his big hands roaming your bare skin, has always been too much for you to take. And now you were living that moment.

You bit his lip before he entered your mouth again, slower this time. The pace was killing you, yet you didn’t know if you were going to die of pain or pleasure “I want you so damn bad, Y/N” he whispered rawly, and it reminded you so much of his morning voice you loved so much.

He sucked hard on your neck, causing a small moan to scape your lips “Jack” you breathed. In a matter of seconds, he had moved you to the bed, carefully placing you on top of the mattress as he played with the hem of your blouse “Just fucking take it off” you impatiently said “Take it all off”

He laughed at your desperation, but followed your orders. Not long afterwards, you were on your underwear. Jack supported himself above you, kissing you as roughly as before. You couldn’t taste a single drop of alcohol on his mouth. Suddenly he moved a hand down your covered down-area, making you jump slightly. As he started drawing circles with two of his fingers, you moved your hips towards them, asking him without words to get inside you already.

“How bad do you want me?” His voice was raspy, and your grip on his hair tightened at all the sudden feelings. You had been with other boys, not many, but some. Jack was the first one to make you feel so much without actually doing anything.

“So freaking bad, Jack” you begged, and so he responded to your pleas. With one swift move -or maybe two- he took off your panties and teased you at your entrance before sliding his middle finger inside you, making your hips pump. His tongue travelled his way down your breasts as you arched your back in pleasure, now feeling two fingers inside you. They were so big and moved so right you thought you were going to explode.

He took your lace bra off with his free hand and nibbled at your nipples, making you moan louder this time “Jack, I- I’m…” you could barely let your words out before another wave of pleasure summoned you, making you let out a loud noise instead.

Jack moved his free hand down his pants, and for the first time you noticed how big his bulge was. You held a hand out and squeezed it, wanting to tease him as bad as he had teased you. But he didn’t let that happen “Now, baby” he said, sliding his fingers out of you. You felt empty “Tonight I’m taking good care of you, alright?” He took off his pants and jumper, making his length more evident now. He leaned in and gave you a little kiss on your forehead “Just relax, and enjoy” he teased, and you couldn’t believe how cute he was being despite the situation you found yourselves into.

However, cuteness quickly turned into lust again as soon as he took off his boxers. You admired his length for a moment, before realizing that it was actually going to be inside you. You’ve always suspected that Jack was big. His friends even hinted it at some point. But you’d never imagined he was so damn big. He rubbed his member before taking a condom from the drawer and putting it on “Safety first” he let out a nervous laugh as he winked at you. He climbed on top of you again and positioned himself at your entrance.

“Jack, I…” you held onto his shoulders, looking down in hesitation “Are you sure it’s going to fit?” You asked, slightly embarrassed of having said that out loud.

Jack smiled “I’ll make sure it will” he said, before leaning down and kissing your lips again “Are you ready?” You nodded, and he slowly introduced the tip inside you.

You flinched as his member filled you completely, digging your nails into his back. You screamed as he hit the very end “Fuck, Jack” you moaned, and you noticed he was already out of breath.

“You’re so fucking tight” he whispered, his hair falling into his eyes as he breathed heavily.

“No, you’re so fucking big, that’s the problem”

He slowly began picking up the pace, sliding himself in and out of you. You moaned in pleasure every time. You needed to get even closer to him but you couldn’t, and it was driving you inside. He thrusted into you carefully, yet roughly because there was nothing more he wanted than to make you scream in pleasure. He wanted to be the only one who filled you, in every possible way.

“I love you so fucking much, Y/N” he moaned, grabbing your legs and lifting them up even more. His hands were on your hips, helping you to get closer “I-I can’t hold it much longer, fuck”

Jack moaning and swearing out of pleasure, a pleasure you were causing him, wasn’t helping at all to pull yourself together. You were a moaning and sweaty mess, now hiding your face on his neck as he thrusted in deeply “Jack, I-I’m gonna c-come” your voice broke as the pace was so fast.

Jack grabbed your butt cheeks and sat down, placing you on his lap so you were now on top. With your face still on his neck, breathing heavily, you rode him until you felt your walls clenching, and you knew it was there.

“Fuck” Jack moaned loudly as his muscles relaxed, and so did yours, when you finally reached your high. He didn’t remove his member out of you, still wanting to feel close. You searched for his lips and smashed them into his, passionately this time.

“That was amazing, Jack” you whispered as you pulled away, touching your forehead to his. He pushed your hair back with both of his hands, only to pull you into a hug when he did so.

“I really do love you, Y/N” he said as he tightened his grip around your shoulders “I don’t know how much yet, but I know I love you way more than as a friend”

You brushed the side of his mouth with your finger, “I love you too, silly” you told him.

“Let me take you out on a date, and we’ll see where it goes” he said, his hand going to your cheek.

“I’ll be pleased to go anywhere with you” you said, and he smiled, lifting your chin so your lips met again. You noticed how he was still inside you, yet you didn’t want him to remove himself off you. For the first time in ages, you felt at home inside his hug, against his touch, and you didn’t want to leave, ever.

Writers Creed Interviews: @mikefrawley

For our fourth interview, we have had the privilege of getting to know Mike from Florida, USA. Please take a moment to find out all his great stories from work from when he started writing as well as what inspires him and much more. Thank you for participating, Mike! ❤

Writers Creed: Thank you for joining us! We’d like to start off with a brief introduction. Tell us your name and any nicknames and / or cool story involving them (if any) :)

Mike: First of all I cannot begin answering questions before thanking you for this completely unexpected honor and pleasure. As for nicknames, the number one perk of being named Mike is no matter how old I am or ever get, I shall always be a Mikey, and yes I do like that. Michael is actually my middle name, and I’ll spare you the gory details, but that is confusing. I have a much stranger nickname at work, Frank, as in Frank Frawley. For the past fourteen years I’ve worked for the same family owned business, and for reasons yet unknown, one of them has and will probably always call me Frank. It’s now a running joke, and everyone including me when I’m in a good mood finds this hilarious.

WC: Haha that is a great story Mike. We’ll make sure to stick to Mike and not Frank haha. So onto the real writing questions, what got you into writing?

M: I actually started writing at one of the lowest points in my life, and never had much if any desire to write prior to 1999. Fighting a losing battle with addiction, I had chased away love, most if not all of my friends, and totally destroyed a 21-year career. I wrote about 4 poems to pass the time and hopefully keep some of whatever was left of my sanity. Several years later I was able to share one, “Hush” with a severely depressed friend. She loved it and passed it around to everyone else, who also said they loved it, and I was hooked. Thankfully, she’s now an RN, a happily married mother of two, and I’m doing much better as well.

WC: Wow that is a great answer. It is incredible how people are able to turn tragedy into something positive
and in turn also inspire others through their writing

M: People are actually pretty amazing, and when I don’t have my head buried deeply up my behind, I realize, or remember that the true gift of writing is found in the hearts you touch.

WC: Well said, “the true gift of writing is found in the hearts you touch.” 😊 Love that. So what usually motivates you to write? What are the subjects you most touch upon?

M: The motivation like everything else has changed over time. After my first few poems, I started writing to share with my friends at work. Along with enjoying their positive feedback, I totally unexpectedly discovered that I actually loved to write. There are so many thoughts and feelings that I feel I can adequately express only via written words. In our words, we can be actors, saints, sinners, lovers, dreamers, and anything else we can imagine. In its own way, I’ve found writing to be a very liberating experience. Early on, the mostly spiritual books I was reading often inspired me, and of course music, always music. By far my favorite topic has always been love in its many hues, from romantic to tragic to altruistic. A few of my favorite themes are of course pirates, The Tin Man from The Wizard of Oz, God, self-love, and most definitely dreamers.

WC: Lovely answer, just spot on. You have a wonderful point here about how easily it is for us writers to take the role of any character we choose and really go with it. The power to be able to create is fascinating. How long have you been writing?

M: As I mentioned, I wrote about 4 poems in 1999, and for reason I saved them while going through some shall we say pretty interesting times. Several years later when I began sharing them with friends at work, I probably wrote one or two per week at most. You may find this moderately humorous, after a while I started sharing prose on Fridays, and having never heard of prose along with only knowing that a blog had something to do with the internet, I referred to them as Fake Blog Fridays. Since joining Tumblr in December of 2010, and counting whatever I wrote prior to that, I’m “guesstimating” that I’ve written somewhere around 4,000 poems and other types of creative writing.

WC: Haha that is amazing! You know, I think we (all writers on Tumblr who have been blessed with your work) can agree that it was the best thing you did to start writing when you did! ❤
Any strange, interesting, cool stories or experiences happen to you because of the fact that you write?

M: I can’t think of too much other than in my early days of writing at work. I had a readership of about 50 people, and I used to go around each morning whenever I had written a new poem passing them out on company paper, and time. My boss heard about it a few years later, and while shaking his head in disbelief, smiled and said, don’t do that anymore. Also, I’m not generally very comfortable meeting new people, and it certainly was an ice breaker. New employees would often come up to me and ask, “Hey aren’t that poet guy?” Minor though it was, I’m sure I enjoyed the notoriety as the only fish in a small pond.

WC: Cute :) Well now for the last question, tell us a fun fact about you :)

M: Why did they get tough at the end? LOL. For some reason you just reminded me of one of my father’s favorite stories that he loved to share even into old age. His passion was traveling, and as a Marine Corps Officer was allowed 30 days of vacation each year. In a little pale blue Tempest hauling a camper trailer we literally traveled around the country for 3 or 4 weeks once every year. I’ve been in 40 plus states as well as both Canada and Mexico. Yellowstone with its geysers and bears was one of my favorites. Anyway, back to his story. Apparently at least one of my school teachers had called the house expressing her concern over my apparent chronic lying, and when he inquired as to why, she replied, every time we have a geography class and discuss a new location, he says I’ve been there. My father smiled and answered, he has. I can only imagine her expression.

WC: No way! Haha that was epic!

M: I heard that story many times and smiled with each retelling. :)

WC: I can see why. It sure brightened my day.

M: This has been very enjoyable!

WC: Thanks! Well thank you so much for doing this and sharing your soul with us today!