That moment when you’re watching/ reading a book/show/movie and see a popular ship and wonder “why does tumblr ship this?” Until something happens to Person A and Person B becomes devastated/desperate or they are determined to save them and suddenly it just clicks like
Recently obtained video footage casts new light on the 2013 shooting of Keston Charles. The 15-year-old black Brooklyn teen was running away from New York police officers when they opened fire on him in December of that year, hitting him once in the buttocks and twice in the side and chest.
Surveillance footage — obtained exclusively and published Friday by the New York Daily News — shows that Charles had his back turned when the first bullet hit him, and was raising his hands in surrender when the next two hit.
The NYPD officer took 16 shots total. Charles survived after being put in a medically induced coma for three weeks and undergoing surgery. He was holding a BB gun at the time of the foot chase, but no BB gun is visible in the video when the last two shots hit the teen.
Imagine laying in bed next to Calum, running your fingers up and down his back. Connecting the freckles on his back. Him humming along to your soft movements sitting on his phone, with a small smile on his face. Finally stopping, you can bury you’re face into his warm soft back. Turning around Calum would kiss your head and wrap his arms around your body pulling you into his chest and burying your face into his neck before you both fall asleep.
Also one time we ran out of chicken legs 30 minutes after we had turned off the fryers. This guy came in and wanted an 8 piece chicken, which includes legs. We offered to sub him other pieces of chicken, but he didn’t want that. We offered to turn the fryers back on, even though we’re really not supposed to, and cook him some, but he didn’t want to wait. Then he just looked at us like “Well?” Well what? I can’t pull them out of my rear, sorry. Then he did the “Well, I’ll just take my business somewhere else~” That’s fine. I don’t make commission.
You sat pouting on your couch as you flipped through the channels looking for something to distract you from your anger and frustration that Jackson had caused. You couldn’t find anything worth while on the television so you angrily took it off and huffed just as there was a knock on your front door. You rolled your eyes knowing that it was Jackson. You made no move to get up and answer it.
He knocked harder now and shouted through the door, “Come on Y/N, I know it’s one in the morning but I know you’re up!” You sighed and got up walking to the door and swinging it open harshly.
“What do you want?!” you shouted, glaring at him.
He sighed and rubbed the back of his head nervously, “Can I come in?” he mumbled quietly, looking down at the ground totally unlike his usual bubbly self.
“Yea whatever.” you said rolling your eyes and turning around walking back to the living room where you sat back down on the couch, not even looking at him as he closed the door behind him and came over to you.
“Babe I’m sorry.” he whispered apologetically.
“For what?” you asked glaring up at him.
He sighed, “For cancelling our date like I did before, I just got called into the studio and I am sorry.”
“Ok, cool” you said emotionless.
“Oh god! Seriously, Y/N just stop it will you! I came here after an exhausting day of work so at least I can spend some time with you just drop it and be normal will you?!” he said raising his voice at you.
“No” was all you said getting up from the couch and attempting to pass him to go to your bedroom but he held your arm and stopped you making you face him.
“Oh for fucks sake! It was just a date! A stupid date! We will have more! Why are you so fucking angry!” he yelled completely angering you now.
You wrenched your arm out of his grip and stomped over to the front door opening it, “Get out!” you shouted.
“Stop being so dramatic babe.” he mumbled walked over to you by the door but you shoved him outside so that he was on your doorstep looking at you confused and sad.
“I can’t believe you Jackson! It wasn’t just any fucking date! Did you forget it is my birthday! Well it WAS my birthday because it’s after twelve and I didn’t get so much as a Happy Birthday from you, you self centered asshole!” you screamed. His face dropped immediately, it was obvious he had forgotten it was your birthday, it was obvious that he now realized his huge mistake.
“B..babe I am so…” he began but you cut him off.
“Bye! And don’t bother knocking because I won’t answer!” you shouted slamming the door in his face and storming up to your bedroom angrily. You could hear him knocking and screaming apologizes but you didn’t care. He began calling your phone after a while and all you did was turn it off and forced yourself to go to bed.
The next day when you turned on your phone you saw the numerous texts and calls from him but you didn’t care, you just rolled your eyes and ignored it. However after a little while your phone began ringing and you saw that it was him again. You didn’t answer you just let it ring out.
You went through your day doing your daily activities and finally around mid day you got fed up of your phone only going off so you answered it, “What?!” you snapped.
“Babe I am so so so sorry.” he said, it was clear from his voice that he was very surprised that you had actually answered.
“Yea ok cool bye.” you retorted.
“No, wait wait wait, come to my place tonight please, I have something for you. Please, please, please.” he begged sounding so desperate.
Even though you were crazy mad at him, you still loved him and you felt pity for him since he sounded so broken, “Yea ok fine, I will pass at eight.” you said quickly and then hung up.
You kept your word and at eight you arrived at his house. You got out of your car and went to the door knocking on it softly. “Come in the door’s open.” you heard him shout from inside. You frowned and pushed the door open, locking it behind you and making your way to the living room where you saw he had just run in from the dining room looking flustered. You didn’t question him because you were still angry.
He walked over to you and hugged you tightly sighing in content when you didn’t push him away. “I am so so sorry baby” he whispered before pecking your cheek and pulling away. “I am so dumb for forgetting, I don’t deserve to be forgiven but I hope you forgive me babe because I am going to make it up to you, hopefully tonight.” he said smiling at you as you just looked at him unsure if to forgive him now or not.
He took one of your hands in his and led you to his bedroom. When you entered you saw a box on the bed. “Happy Birthday.” he said with a smile looking at you. “Open it.” he whispered.
You nodded and walked over to the bed with him right by your side. You opened the box quickly and smiled. Inside was a beautiful flowy red dress that you had been eyeing at the mall for a while now. You turned to him smiling widely. “Thank you Jackson.” you said pulling him in for a tight hug.
“You like it?” he asked beaming down at you and you nodded. “Try it on for me will you babe? I’ll wait outside ok?” he asked.
“OK.” you replied tiptoeing and giving him a slight peck on his lips making him smile as he left the room. You looked down at the beautiful dress hugging it in your arms before you tried it on. You gasped when you looked in the mirror, it fit you like a glove. You were so excited to show Jackson.
You quickly went to the door and opened it but frowned when Jackson was not there. “Jackson!” you called.
“In the dining room babe!” he shouted back. You walked quickly to the dining room smiling the whole time.
When you entered the room however, you gasped staring in awe. Jackson had prepared a cute romantic dinner for you two. The table was laden with your favorite foods, there were a few candles around decorating the room, creating the perfect atmosphere and next to the table stood Jackson smiling at you in your dress and holding a bouquet of roses.
He walked over to you making you take your eyes off of the table and now train them on him which is when you noticed that he was dressed smartly in a shirt and dress pants. “You look absolutely beautiful baby.” he said pecking your lips and handing you the roses. You take them and stare up at him in awe.
“You did all of this for me?” you asked.
“Of course baby, to try to make it up to you for yesterday.” he smiled taking your hand and leading you to the table pulling your chair out for you and pushing it back in slightly for you to sit comfortable at the table. He took his place on the opposite side before pouring some wine for both you and him.
You both had a lovely dinner, the food was great and the conversation was flowing. You forgave him obviously, noone had ever done something so romantic for you before and you really appreciated it. After you ate, you just smiled and looked at him as thoughts ran through your mind.
“So do you forgive me?” he asked looking over at you hopefully.
“Of course I do.” you replied making him grin. You then got up off of your seat and walked over to him sitting down on his lap so that your legs were to one side and you were facing him he smiled as you leaned in and attached your lips to his kissing him slowly and passionately as you wrapped your arms around his neck.
He slowly wrapped his arms around your waist holding you close as he slipped his tongue into your mouth and you immediately began playing with it with yours. You played with the little bit of his hair at the nape of his neck and bit down on his bottom lip before pulling away and looking down at him. “I love you Jackson, and I want to give you something tonight.” you whispered.
“What?” he asked slightly confused.
“My…virginity.” you mumbled. His eyes widened in shock, he knew you were a virgin obviously, he was just surprised that you wanted to give it up to him.
“Are you…are you sure?” he asked.
“Yes I am.” you replied. He smiled and stood up picking you up bridal style in his arms as he carried you to the bedroom and rest you down on top of the bed. He slowly began to unbutton his shirt and you quickly stood on the bed on your knees placing one of your hands over his to stop him. He looked at you confused. “Let me.” you whispered and he nodded removing his hand.
You slowly undid his buttons and then slipped his shirt off letting it fall to the floor. You bit your lip and stared at his toned upper torso letting your hands trail from his shoulders all the way down to his abs where you fondled them, loving the feeling of them under your touch.
“Y/N” he whispered breaking you out of your trance and making you look up into his face.
“Can I take off your dress?” he asked and you nodded slowly, moving closer to him so that he could have easier access. He placed his hands to the back of you and slowly unzipped your dress before raising it over your head. He then placed both of his hands on your cheeks rubbing them softly before he let his eyes trail down to your newly exposed skin. “You’re beautiful.” he whispered pressing a soft peck to your lips and making you blush. “Lay down.” he said and you laid down feeling a bit nervous.
He climbed onto the bed as well and pressed his lips to yours softly and gently, moving them very slowly against yours as one of his hands trailed up your side and began rubbing your stomach gently, making butterflies flutter inside of you. You wrapped your arms around his neck deepening the kiss. You bit his bottom lip softly asking for entrance which he gave you and you began playing with his tongue with yours making him moan softly into the kiss.
You pulled away and looked up at him, he was looking down at you lovingly. He could sense your nervousness. “Don’t worry, I’ll take it slow. You can always tell me to stop if you want.” he whispered and you nodded. He smiled reassuringly making you feel more comfortable.
He leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to your lips before he began kissing down your body starting from your neck. He ghosted his lips on your neck sending tingles down to your core making you want him. He then kissed your shoulder softly before he kissed right under your collarbone and then he was face to face with your bra.
He looked up at you, silently asking for permission and you nodded slightly giving it to him. He undid your bra and threw it to the side before he looked at your now exposed chest. He leaned down and took one of your nipples into his mouth sucking on it gently making a soft moan leave your lips. He kept the nipple in his mouth and began circling his tongue around it making more moans leave your lips. He flicked your nipple hard and you gasped squirming slightly under him. Soon he pulled away and then took your other nipple into his mouth giving it just as much attention if not a little more.
“Jackson.” you moaned tugging his hair slightly showing him just how much you were enjoying his lips on your breasts. He pulled away ad smirked up at you.
“Yes baby?” he asked cocking an eyebrow.
“It feels so good.” you whispered.
“Just wait until you feel my lips somewhere else princess.” he said sexily and you couldn’t help but moan in response making his smirk grow even wider. He leaned down and now resumed kissing down your body. He kissed softly down your stomach and then harshly kissed each of your hips, sucking on one a little leaving a very faint mark.
He was now looking at your undies, you had soaked through them from how aroused you were. “You must really want me babe.” he said and you moaned for he was so right, you wanted him so bad. He quickly rid you of your soaking wet panties leaving you fully naked now. He got in between your legs using his hands to push them wide open, revealing your core to him.
“Fuck.” he mumbled as he stared at it almost in a trance. He leaned down and pressed a kiss each to your inner thighs. He then used his fingers to open up your folds, revealing you better to him. He blew some cool ear onto you and you moaned, the feeling of that coldness against your heated pussy felt amazing.
He finally leaned in and licked a long hard lick up your pussy making you arch your back and scream slightly since you were so aroused and you were finally getting the friction you desired. He continued doing that over and over, licking you so good. You reached down and tangled a hand in his hair tugging on it gently as you moaned and gasped at what he was doing.
He soon licked an extra hard lick up to your clit where he gave it a soft yet pleasing suck before he began circling his tongue around it, intensifying the pleasure that you felt. “Fuck!” you screamed having never felt so good before in your life. “That feels so good Jackson.” you moaned closing your eyes and wrapping your legs loosely around his neck drawing him closer to your needy core.
He placed both of his hands on your butt and pulled you even closer as his tongue sped up on your clit and you screamed as you undid your hand from his hair and began clawing the sheets beside you as moans spilled from your lips.
Without any warning at all you felt one of his fingers prod your entrance before he slowly pushed it in and you instinctively clenched around it for it felt good to have something in you. He began to move the finger at the same pace as he was licking your clit and it felt almost overbearingly good.
You soon felt another finger enter you, not hurting at all. He began to move the fingers in you sort of stretching you out which you knew was in preparation for his cock. It felt really good though. You could feel something building in the pit of your stomach, your orgasm. “I’m close.” you moaned down at him and he began moving his fingers and tongue more quickly.
“Oh Jackson!” you screamed as you clenched around his fingers and arched your back cumming hard. He pulled his fingers out of you after a while and licked your juices off of them before he stood up off of the bed and stripped himself fully. You gasped when you saw his cock stand upright. It aroused you and also made you a bit nervous.
He climbed back onto the bed and hovered above you looking down at your face and noticing your nervousness again. “Do you want to stop?” he asked.
“No of course not, it’s just that well you know it’s my first time and I am afraid it might hurt a lot.” you mumbled biting your lip.
He smiled down at you, “Yes it might hurt a little but I can assure you, you’re very wet now so there is no way it would hurt a lot and even if it does I will stop, I don’t want to hurt my princess.” he said making you blush.
“Ok.” you responded and wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him in for a peck before resting your forehead against his and looking deeply into his eyes. “I’m ready.” you said assuring him. He nodded and you felt his tip at your slit.
He rubbed it up and down collecting some arousal on it before he finally began pushing it in at your entrance. He did it slowly studying your face the whole time. When it was a quarter way in you began to feel some pain and you winced making him stop right away. “No keep going.” you said for the pain was bearable. He kept going in and was finally totally in you. It was paining for sure but just as he said it wasn’t that bad due to how wet you were. He stayed still for quite a while before you whispered, “Move.” and he did as you said.
He began moving very slowly inside of you, with every thrust your pain subsided until finally it was totally gone and you began to feel some pleasure. A soft moan left your lips which made him smile for he knew you were finally enjoying it.
“How does it feel?” he asked.
“Good.” you moaned as he began moving slightly faster in you.
“You feel amazing around me.” he groaned as he moved in you. This was the first time you were having sex, the first time you were feeling these things and now you understood why people liked it so much, it felt amazing, not only the pleasure but being so close and vulnerable to Jackson.
You wrapped your legs around his lower torso which pushed him deeper inside of you and you moaned loudly for the new places that he was now hitting felt really great. You tangled your fingers at the hair on the nape of his neck playing with it lazily as he made sweet love to you.
His forehead was still on yours looking down at you. Savoring the looks of pleasure your face were making. He was happy he was doing this with you, happy he was this close to you and that he was making you feel so good. He felt so honored that you gave him your virginity.
He began moving faster in you now as he grunted with pleasure. You could tell that he was feeling good and so were you as you tugged at his hair and moaned clenching around him. You could already feel an orgasm building within you since you were still sensitive from your first.
His cock was making you feel so good, so pleasured, you never imagined you could feel this good. You clenched around him again and tugged hard on his hair moaning louder this time. “I’m close.” you moaned and he nodded telling you that he was also so close.
He thrusted into you deep and precisely a few more times before you felt it. You clenched hard around him and moaned his name as your body released your orgasm and you felt like you were seeing stars. With that he also came moaning your name as his sweaty forehead still rest on yours as he took in your orgasm face thinking it was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.
He pulled out of you afterwards and laid beside you pulling you in to snuggle. “I love you.” you whispered snuggling your face into his chest and taking in his scent as you closed your eyes,
“I love you more.” he mumbled sleepily making a lazy smile spread on your lips as you drifted off into sleep.
I finally just called it done. It ended up being not quite what I envisioned, but it -is- very gay and very anarcho-socialist. 5000-ish words. Also on AO3.
“Those who…have paid with blood and tears for their spiritual awakening…know, whether love last but one brief span of time or for eternity, it is the only creative, inspiring, elevating basis for a new race, a new world.” –Emma Goldman
Rose’s back is turned when Pearl steals through the heavy-curtained door. The blush-pink curve of her neck reveals itself like a sliver of moon between locks of hair dotted with sumptuous white flowers. “Oh dear,” she says, the suggestion of a delighted chuckle running under her words, “you’re all fancy. Are we going out?” She turns, glowing in the lamplight. “Don’t you like them?” Pearl can just make out her mischievous smile, glinting forth from behind a curl.
You woke up screaming, yet another nightmare that haunted your
dreams. They had gotten better but recently started again. Probably
because you had to do your fear landscape soon and you were
terrified. If there was any way around it you’d take it but there
„You okay?“ Four sits up in bed next to you, his hand moving up
and down your back in a soothing motion, „What happened?“
„N-nothing…just a nightmare.“ You stutter out and turn your
back to him, trying to end the conversation.
You got more anxious, distant and moody in the following days and
Four noticed. He tried to talk to you but you shut him out, not
wanting to talk to him about it. The thought of facing your fears
soon kept you on edge.
You didn’t want Four to see them, you had even tried to talk Eric
into doing it but he said he already had enough to do with the other
whiny initiates and shut you off pretty quick.
„Are you ready?“ Four asks as you lie down.
„No.“ You answer truthfully, you weren’t ready at all for this.
He just smiles and gives you the injection, while you wait for all
the horrible stuff to show up. And it showing up it did. You cursed
yourself for choosing dauntless and making yourself go through all
this shit. You didn’t know how long you were in the simulation but it
felt like hours when you woke up again, sweat running down your body.
You were shaking as you looked at Four who gave you a strange look
before he walked over and hugged you.
„I’m not going to hurt you, Y/N. You’re safe with me.“ He
whispers close to your ear before letting you go.
okay but you can’t convince me that Pidge isn’t the type of person to stick their tongue out/flip you off every time you turn around then smile and pretend they’re doing nothing when you turn back around
I turned around from my place in the front seat to look at the four boys spread out across the back of the car and raised an eyebrow.
“Really, you trust my decision?”
“Not really, but it’ll shut them up.” Joe said with a smirk from his spot in the drivers seat. I smacked his arm and turned back around, grabbing the iPod already plugged in and started to scroll through the selection while Josh, Oli, Caspar, and Mikey shouted out suggestions from the back.
The boys and I were currently all on the road heading to the northern part of England. Joe and Caspar both had some press work to do up there, so I had decided to tag along, deciding it was better than moping around my apartment while my boyfriend was off having fun. Oli tagged along because I would need company whilst Caspar and Joe were busy during the day with their press work, and then Mikey invited himself along because he wanted to get out of London for a bit. When we figured out that there’d be four of us driving up, Joe had shook his head and ordered a car for rental. None of the cars anyone owned would have fit us comfortably.
We had only been on the road for about a half hour, and most of that time had been spent arguing over what music to play. Finally selecting a song I knew everyone would like, considering they each had been talking about it recently, I hit play and placed the iPod back in its spot along the dash. Joe reached over and gave my knee a quick squeeze before placing it back on the gear shift as the opening notes started.
“Yes! Favourite song right now!” Mikey exclaimed from the far back, where him and Josh were sat. Caspar leaned forward from his seat behind mine to turn the volume up while Oli started dancing in his seat behind Joe’s.
As soon as the words came out of the speakers, the boys were all singing along at the top of their lungs. Laughing, I grab Joe’s vlogging camera and start recording for him, panning around the car.
He notices me filming and starts singing to the camera, purposely going off key. I roll my eyes at him, knowing he can sing much better, before turning to focus on Caspar and Oli, who attempt to do an interpretive dance while still in their seats, with Mikey and Josh belting out the words behind them.
By time the song fades out, I can feel tears falling down my cheeks from laughing so hard, confident that most of the footage I had filmed would have to be cut because it would be too shaky.
“You guys are such dorks.” I tell them, switching the camera for the iPod, deciding on the next song.
“Just jealous of our amazing singing skills, aren’t you Y/N?” Caspar asks, leaning his cheek against the headrest of by seat.
“Nah mate, she can actually sing. Unlike you lot.” Joe chimes in from his seat, and I shoot him a small glare. I rarely sing in front of people, took me forever to do it in front of Joe, and I still believe I’m not that great.
“Ignore him, he doesn’t know what he’s saying.” I say to the boys, ignoring Joe as I click on for the next song. Again, the boys start to sing along, and Oli starts trying to get me to sing along. With a roll of my eyes, I finally cave and start to mouth along to the words, thinking it’ll be enough. Apparently not.
“Come on, love. Just let it out!” Joe encourages, looking at me and giving me that adorable smile of his. With his words, I finally give in to the urge and start singing along properly to the song, getting into the song.
Letting the feeling of the beat wash over me, I close my eyes and immerse myself into the words, singing without a care for who hears me. When the song ends, I open my eyes to silence in the car.
Next to me, Joe is grinning proudly, while the other four in the back all sit with their mouths agape, staring at me.
“Holy, you could give Conor a run for his money!” Josh pipes up, and I blush at the comment.
“Why have you not been singing sooner?!” Oli grins at me, leaning forward. “You have a great voice, Y/N!”
“I always knew you were a natural singer, always knew.” Caspar says, earning a ‘don’t be stupid’ from Joe.
“We need to get you and Joe to sing a duet together for his channel. The viewers would go crazy!” Mikey suggests, but I shake my head.
“No thanks, I’ll stick with just the car for now.”
“And I still refuse to pull a Conor Maynard on my channel. You know that.” Joe calls back, earning a laugh from the boys.
“Next song! You are singing for the rest of the journey, Y/N!” Caspar reaches forward for the iPod, selecting the next song.
While the new song fades in, I reach my hand over to Joe’s, placing it over his on the gear shift and smile at him as thanks. He takes my hand and raises it to his lips, giving it a quick kiss before moving back to the gear shift, his smile never leaving his lips.
The rest of the car journey, I sang along to every song.
Summary:Dean Winchester: an FBI agent that got down graded to a desk job due to a slip up that nearly costing a man his life.
Y/N, or better known as ‘Miss Jackson’: a black widow killer on the rise with money in her bag and murder on her mind.
Hold on tight, folks. This is going to be one hell of a ride.
HUGE Disclaimer: This is gonna be a dark fic. It involves murder, death, killing, and other dark themes that will be introduced as the story proceeds. If that doesn’t sound like your thing, I suggest turning back right now.
Also, I am in now way trying to romanticize mental illness/murder. I don’t think it’s ‘cute’ or ‘attractive’, I am simply using these things to create a story.
Notes: After a bit of a hiatus, Miss Jackson is back in full swing, baby! If you’re wondering why it disappeared for a few weeks, my flashdrive broke (like, in two pieces kinda broken) and I thought I had the next two parts on it. I was so depressed and moped for three days until I realized that they were safe and sound in my google docs. So.. yeah. Super lame.
Warnings: Everything in the disclaimer, cliffhanger. Italics = flashbacks.
“I actually think I may be possessed with demons, I was dropped on my head as a kid.” BTK (Dennis Lynn Rader, American serial killer who murdered ten people in Sedgwick County, Kansas, between 1974 and 1991. BTK stands for ‘bind, torture, kill’.x)
Looking through hundreds of books certainly wasn’t at the top of Agent Dean Winchester’s bucket list. In fact, it made him want to stab his own eyes out after just one hour. It was the same thing over and over and over again without getting anywhere further. And sure enough, no one else reported finding a lead, even though they looked through thousands of books.
Dean was about ready to rip his hair the moment he collapsed into his desk chair in the hotel room he was already starting to get sick of. “Okay, Cas, since that was a complete dead end, what do we do now?”
“We don’t think so literally,” Cas answered simply, letting out a long breath through his nose and taking the paper from Dean’s hands again.