swirling wheel

What You’ve Done (P4)

Trigger Warning: mentions of abuse, throwing up, flashbacks, some swearing

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You have two days to bring me Y/N. I’ve found out some… devilish details about Sammy boy. Would be a shame if people were to find out about them.


The three of them sat there in silence. Sam sat on the chair in the library, fingers hovering over the phone in front of him. He had no idea how Clyde had gotten his number; they’d only met once. He didn’t even have the same brand of phone at the time.

Y/N had her elbows propped on the table, sitting beside the chair across from Sam. Her fingers were woven together, her mouth masked by them. Her eyes were squinted slightly, brows scarcely pulling together. Sam looked between her and Dean, but neither twitched their gaze from the floor or the table; they were exactly still, Dean leaning against the wall, facing slightly away from them. His face was pulled into an expression of confusion.

“So,” Sam coughed. “What-”

“How the hell did he get your number?” Dean asked harshly. He seemed… tense. Irrationally so.

“I don’t know,” Sam replied honestly. “We haven’t seen him in years. Beats me how he did it.”

“He has a lot of pull in communications.” Y/N spoke from her seat, unmoving. “He’s got connections everywhere. Clyde gets notified every time someone important gets a new phone, and he knows how to find and track the signal. It’s easy as putting together a jigsaw puzzle for him.”

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Patching Up

Imagine Billy gets hurt and you have to care for him.

Author: Me!

Content: Fluff.

Characters: BillyxReader

(I’ll be honest, this isn’t what I originally wrote! The drabble I came up with was turning into a five page thing, so I had to scrap it and cut it down to something else to meet my own rules for drabble length! :D Still, I hope you enjoy it to all those that requested and were waiting for it).


Sunshine bursts through the small doorway of the tent, washing you in comforting warmth. But still you shiver, exhaustion and fear gripping the edges of your mind like a fog.

It only clouds your thoughts more as you stare down at Billy, spread on a makeshift canvas bedroll. You’d done your best to wash away the blood and sand that stained his skin, but it only revealed how pale and ill he looked. The sight of it makes your stomach knot so tightly you can barely breathe.

“What were you thinking?” you whisper at his sleeping form, gently pressing a cool, wet cloth on his brow.

As the fabric touches his skin, he gasps and his eyes shoot open.

You flinch in surprise, but jerk forwards as the large man tries to struggle into a sitting position.

“Stay still!” you order, frowning as the wounds on his side you’d spent so long cleaning starts bleeding once more at his sharp movement.

He hisses loudly in pain and you help him to sit himself up, though he wobbles a little and you put a hand on him to keep him steady. His gaze flicks frantically around the tent before landing on you, and you see then tension in his body soften.

“What happened?” he asks, his voice cracking. You hand him a mug of water, which he gulps down gratefully.

“You were on deck,” you say, taking the mug back, before moving your focus to cleaning his wound again, “one of the new crew was struggling with the anchor…” Your words trail when you see the memory flood his face, his handsome features twisting into a wince.

The pole had slipped free of the man’s hand, sending the wheel swirling around in a flurry. Billy had dragged the man out of the way, but had taken the force of the hit instead.

“How is he?”

You frown and sit back. “Seriously? You’re sat here with a chunk taken out of your side, not able to move for the bruising, and you’re asking about him?” You scoff a laugh. “Why am I not surprised?”

His lips curve into a half smile at your reaction, before he jumps as you press a little harder on his wound trying to clean out the sand.

“You don’t play doctor very often.” His gaze flicks up to meet yours.

“I wouldn’t do it for anyone else, you know that.” The honesty in your voice makes your words catch in your throat and you feel heat on your cheeks, so turn away to hide it.

He catches your hand as you move, and you twist back to face him. His grip is firm but soft, the touch sending a wave of warmth flooding through you and making the chill that had seized you before dissipate.

“Thank you,” he says, his thumb rubbing along your palm. It’s an innocent touch, but you think it might set your heart exploding in your chest.

You smile, unable to hold it back. “Of course.”

He lets go of your hand, and it falls to his chest. He carefully lays down, his eyes falling shut, and you can feel the steady beat of his heart beneath your fingers. It’s a soothing rhythm, one that calms your fears.

He’s going to be all right.

The realisation hits you like a hammer against glass, and the adrenaline you’d been running on all day and night finally cracks. Fatigue grips you and you can’t help but flop down beside Billy.

The gap you’d left between you and him is suddenly closed when he shifts himself close. You barely move as his arm curls around you, and instead you revel in the feel of it, allowing your eyes to flicker shut.

You’d never slept better in all your life.

Dancer- Calum Hood

Request: Can you do a smut with Calum where your a dancer and you just got home from dance practice and then the dirty happens??????

I hope this is okay and i hope you like it! :) 

“I bet she’s only dating him because he’s famous.” I heard a girl with a tight bun whisper from the front of the room.

“Well, I mean she must put out if he’s still around. I mean, she’s not that pretty.” her friend with a high pony tail whispered back, looking over her shoulder at me.

I was the talk of the class when I started dating Calum Hood, everyone making speculation as soon as it hit the tabloids. I’d learned to ignore the hateful comments and the eye daggers the other girls threw at me. I was here to dance, not make friends.

I’d danced for almost twelve years back home, it was my first love. Ballet and jazz were fun, but my real passion was hip hop, mainly lyrical hip hop. I could express myself through dance in ways that I couldn’t even put into words. When I found this studio that offered adult classes I jumped at the chance to join. I’d forgotten how catty some girls could be to outsiders until I showed up for my first class. It took me a while, but I fell into my own groove, easily finding a place at the middle of the class.

“Maybe he’s just slumming it until someone better comes along.” Bun Girl laughed.

Normally, I’d let these things slide, but I was in a mood and I was not going to let these girls think that it was okay to talk about me while I sat five feet away.

“Why don’t you ask him when he gets here?” I piped up finally.

They both turned around with annoyed looks on their faces, like I was the one who was being rude.

“What do you mean ‘when he gets here’?” Ponytail squeaked.

“He’s coming to see me dance today,” I rolled my eyes, “and if you ladies think that he’s 'slumming it’ and would rather be with someone like you, by all means, go for it.”

Thankfully, the instructor walked calling class to order before anything else could be said. I rolled my eyes as they scoffed and walked to their spots.

“Okay, class today we’re going to be handing out solos!” our instructor said, clapping his hands together, “we’re going to be making a promo video for Youtube and we want our strongest dancers featured in it. So, I’ll put the music on repeat for about an hour, workout about a minute and a half routine, that’s about a verse and a chorus. It can be whatever style you think is appropriate for this song, and don’t forget to have fun guys!”

The song couldn’t have been more perfect, Love Me Like You Do by Ellie Goulding. It was a good beat and enough heart and emotion for me to add my own flare to it. Plus, I was excited to be dancing to a song that Calum and I both loved.

After an hour we all shuffled out of the room to wait in line as we were each called one by one  to dance. I dug through my bag, bringing out my phone to shoot Calum a quick text.

Y/N: Are you gonna be here soon? They’re handing out solos and I’m auditioning soon! :)

Cal: I’ll be there in two minutes, think I’ll make it?xx

Y/N: I think you’ll make it! Can’t wait to see you :)

“What’s wrong?” I heard a voice snicker behind me. I turned around to see Bun Girl and Ponytail hovering above me, “Did your boyfriend bail? What, he didn’t want to see a mediocre dancer fall flat on her face?”

“Actually,” I smiled as I saw Calum walk up behind the two obnoxious girls, “I came to see my amazingly talented girlfriend kick all of your asses.”

He came up next to me, kissing me on the cheek and throwing an arm around me and smiling cheekily at the two brats. They looked at us, completely dumbfounded.

“Y/N,” my instructor said, “you’re on deck.”

I bounded up to the front where he was.

“Thanks, Mike!” I said with a smile, “is it okay if my boyfriend sits in? He wanted to come see my dance today.”

“Yeah that’s fine!” he smiled back, “it’s always nice when the boyfriends want to some support their girls.”

I smiled again and waved Calum up to the front.

“Thanks for, ya know back there.” I mumbled.

“Hey,” he said, wrapping an arm around my waist and pulling me close, “No one messes with my girl.”

I sighed heavily, now a little nervous that he was here and that I was be judged by all of the schools instructors.

“Good luke kiss?” I asked, looking up at him.

“Like you even need to ask.” he chuckled, placing his hand on my cheek and placing his lips softly on mine.

“Okay, Y/N, you’re up!” Mike said, motioning me through the door.

I stripped my giant baggy sweat shirt off, handing it to Calum, leaving me in a crop top and a pair of semi baggy sweat pants.

“Where would you like the song to start?” a woman with long brown hair asked. I’d seen her before, if I was remember correctly her name was Dana and she was Mike’s fiancee and co owner of the studio.

“Beginning of the second verse please.” I smiled.

I stood in the middle of the, what now seemed huge, wooden dance floor. I looked at Calum who was beaming with pride and smiled, closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

“Holy shit, Y/N!” Calum bellowed, banging on the steering wheel, “that was fucking amazing!”

“It was okay,” I laughed, sticking my feet out window and leaning against his shoulder.

“Um, clearly it was more than okay because they picked you!” he said happily, placing an arm around my shoulder.

“And can I just say how unbelievably sexy you look while you’re dancing?” he said, wiggling his eyebrows at me.

“Oh really?” I smirked.

“Yeah,” he smiled, “not gonna lie, it kinda turned me on.”

“Yeah I noticed,” I laughed, gesturing at this lap, “want me to help you with that?”

Before he could respond, I was already sliding across the bench seat attaching my lips to his neck and running my fingers lightly up his thigh.

“Uhh, Y/N?” he said, clearing his throat, “is this a good idea? I’m kinda driving here.”

“Mhm,” I mumbled against his neck, “just keep your eyes on the road Hood, I’ll do the rest.”

I continued my work on his neck, leaving small red marks every so often as my fingers easily popped the button on his jeans. His breathing hitched a little as I dipped my hands into his boxers, getting a firm grip on his already hard member. I pumped his length a few times, runnign my thumb over his head, making him shiver a little. I detached from his neck, giving him a wicked smile.

“Can you handle it?” I said, innocently.

“I can, but you’re so gonna get it when we get home.” he warned.

“Not if I make you cum before then.” I smirked.

“Is that a challenge?” he asked, trying to keep his eyes on the road.

“Damn right it is.” I smiled.

I dipped my head below the steering wheel, swirling my tongue around his head before taking him into my mouth entirely.

“Oh, not fair,” he groaned, placing a hand on my head.

I hollowed out my cheeks trying to create a little more friction, as my head bobbed up and down. I could tell he was on the brink of cumming when I felt the car come to a stop and Calum cutting the engine. I sat up a realized that we were already home.

I looked at a flushed Calum and smiled before he gripped the back of my head, pulling me in for a swift hard kiss.

“Inside. Now.” he commanded as he adjusted himself so we could get inside.

We were perfectly civil on our way through the apartment complex, Calum politely making conversation with the little old lady from across the hall in the elevator. As soon as we reached our door and bid the nice woman goodbye, I was backed against the door, Calum’s lips attacking mine as he fumbled with the lock. When we pushed threw the door clothes were already flying off as he nudged the door shut with his foot.

I was pressed against the wall right next to the door as he pulled my tank top over my head.

“So, are we gonna move to the bedroom or?” I trailed off, messing with his pants again.

“Nope, no time!” he said, trailing kissing down my bare torso, stopping at the waist band of my sweats. They were of in one swift movement along with my panties.

“Jump.” he said as he gripped the back of my thighs. He shimmied out of his jeans and boxers while holding me up with one arm, our lips never parting. I braced myself as he eased into me, digging my nails into his back.

“You okay?” he asked before making any sudden movements.

“I’m good,” I laughed, tangling my hands in his hair, “now do me!”

He chuckled as he thrust deeper, making every movement count.

“Fuck you feel amazing.” he moaned against my lips, never missing a beat.

The only sounds that could be heard were our heavy breathing and skin making contact with skin. 

“Put me down,” I said, trying to unhook my legs from around his waist.

“Why?” he pulled back, giving me a look.

“Don’t worry, we’re going to continue fucking just in a different position that isn’t hell for both our legs.” I laughed.

“Oh, okay!” he said as he pulled out and set me down on the ground.

I turned around, placing my hands on the wall. I stuck my ass out and arched my back, looking over my shoulder.

“Well?” I questioned as he bit his lip at the sight of me.

Before I could get another word out he slammed into me,

“Holy fuck Calum,” I moaned loudly as he picked up the pace.

“I’m not gonna last long like this.” he grunt4ed, placing a hand on the small of my back trying to keep it arched.

“Me neither, babe.” I whined, “I’m already close.”

He removed his hand from my back, bringing it around to rub circle eight on my clit, bringing me closer to the edge.

“Fuck, I’m gonna-” I moaned, biting my lip hard.

“Cum for me Y/N” he said through gritted teeth, trying to hold on.

“Fuck!” I cried and I felt my high take over my entire body.

“I’m cumming too, fuck!” he half yelled.

I felt him pull out before spilling out on my back. We both stayed in the same position, trying to catch our breaths.

“Let me grab a towel.” he said quietly before kissing my shoulder lightly.

After I got cleaned up we both flopped down on the couch, now exhausted and still half naked.

“So, can I come see you dance next week?” he smiled, kissing the top of my head.

“Babe, you can come see me dance whenever you want, as long as we get to do that afterwards!” I laughed.


-xoxo Liz

Beyond the beguiling skin, the Libra’s passions, love, and intelligence runs into the 
blood of the Warrior spirit that exists in their bones and this swirls
with the colour wheel of a dainty forest fairy, sitting high on the clouds blowing tranquility into every calamity.
—  Cherry 🍒