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25) Tonight we strike!

Sucked In

Title: Sucked In

Author: Jude

Pairings: Sam Winchester x Reader

Warnings: Language, editing, implied abusive relationship.

Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Reader, Garth (mentioned), Johnny (dick OC).

Tags: @d-s-winchester @deanscherrypie (You guys said we could tag you in whatever fics we write if we want, and I want!) (tell me if you want to be tagged!)

A/N: I wrote this super quick cause I’m so so so behind on the due date, so I don’t really like how it turned out. So, without further ado/adieu, here it is @lunarsaturn88, hope you like it! Happy late late late late  late Birthday sweetie! 

Also this is for @katnharper ‘s 500 Follower challenge! (Two birds one stone I guess) My prompt was: Dancing!

P.S. Also, I chose Taylor Swift’s  “I Knew You Were Trouble” for @lunarsaturn88, but can I say that this is loosely based on it. Cause in the song, the guy uses her and I know Sammy would never do that. So….just go along with it.

P.S.S.  This is set in season 10-ish, the first case after Dean isn’t a demon anymore. 

P.S.S.S. The book I mention is this one. I suggest reading the summary to understand a later reference and because it’s awesome.

P.S.S.S.S. One of the characters is named after one of my tumblr besties @mamaimpala67 (Janelle!) I love you to bits and pieces and everytime I talk to you I blush cause you always find a way to compliment me! So this is my thank you!

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Salt

 Prompt: the reader thinks that Stiles is cheating on her with Malia and Stiles confronts her about it

Warnings: rude Stiles. Like hella rude.


“Hey Stiles!” Jumping, Stiles slammed his locker shut and whirled around to face me with wide brown eyes. I giggled and rocked back on my heels, hands clutching the movie case behind my back. “Guess what I rented for us tonight during my free period!”

           I expected a goofy face and some terribly off guesses. Maybe even a prodding finger, poking at my nose. What I did not expect was the word “Tonight?” to fall from his very pink lips.

           “Yeah…” I cocked my head to the side. “We agreed to watch a movie tonight- to celebrate all the exams we’re exempting. Pizza, soda, cuddles… the whole she-bang. A perfectly cliché movie-date to spend on a Friday night- which is also a bit cliché, but hey.” I playfully shrugged.

           Stiles pursed his lips, eyes trained above my head. “Oh, right, right… listen, about that…” I raised an eyebrow, starting to slightly dread the end of his sentence. I had a feeling it was going to crush me by the way his long fingers twisted around his pen, and how he chewed on his lip. “I promised Malia that I’d help her study- you know she’s really behind in her classes, and she still has to take all her finals.”

           I didn’t mean to come off as a bitch, but it sure sounded like it. “You’ve been helping her study for the past few weeks.”

           “Well, I guess not everyone can be a genius like you, Y/N. Hate to burst your blissfully-unrealistic bubble, babe.”

           Ouch. That stung. My gaze quickly turned to the floor. I hated when Stiles was upset- his typically endearing sarcastic personality would become razor-sharp and could nick you at the slightest touch. Hesitantly, I mumbled, “You and Malia have been spending a lot of time together lately.”

           “Oh my God.” A finger jerked my chin upwards, forcing me to stare into the brown eyes I had fallen so deeply for that it almost hurt. “Y/N, is this your way of telling me that you’re jealous?”

           I almost flinched at his cruel tone. He hadn’t sounded this harsh since he’d been possessed by the Nogitsune. “No,” I reached up to grab his hand, but he pulled away.

           “You have no reason to be jealous, okay? Malia is my friend, and I’m helping her out. I’m allowed to do that, you know.”

           “I know.” I assured him. “That’s not what I meant-”

           “I can’t spend every breathing moment with you.”

           My throat felt like it was closing up. “I don’t expect you to… we just had plans… and this is the fourth time we’ve had to cancel because you’ve been tutoring her…”

           “Three times. I’ve cancelled three times, and each time you told me it’s okay.” He put on a falsetto voice, “’Oh, Stiles, I think it’s so nice that you’re helping Malia with her schoolwork. You’re such a good friend to her. No, it’s not a problem. We can reschedule. I’m happy that you’re able to help.’” He ended with a brooding glare. “Were you telling the truth, or blowing sunshine up my ass?”

           It was like I couldn’t breathe. Stiles had never spoken to me this way. I wanted to scream; I wanted to cry. Why was he getting so defensive? Why was he so angry?

           A thought crossed my mind. It was so painful I almost cried out, but just then…

           “Stiles, are you ready to go?” I sucked in a breath, turning around to see Malia in all her bold, were-coyote glory.

           “Yeah, of course. We’re done here, right?” Stiles fixed me with a piercing stare, one that had me gulping and nodding. I had never been so afraid of Stiles- no, I had never been afraid of Stiles before. This was new, and terrifying.

           “Hey, what movie is that, Y/N?” Malia plucked the case out of my hands.

           With slightly shaking hands, I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. “It’s Guardians of the Galaxy.” Stiles had been talking about how much he wanted to see it for the longest time. He already had the commercials practically memorized, being the adorable dork he was. I was hoping that it’d be a nice surprise for him.

           She smiled. “Oh, it’s so good. You’ll like it. Stiles and I watched it last weekend.”

           I doubt jealousy covered the pain racing through my veins, injecting its poison into my heart, pumping it through the rest of my body. All I could do was nod my head. I didn’t trust myself to speak.

           “Hey dudes… and ladies… well, I guess there’s only one dude and two ladies, so it’d be dude and ladies. Although now it’s two dudes… whatever.” Scott bounced up to our small circle, beaming. “What’s everybody doing tonight?”

           “Malia and I are studying.” Stiles nudged Malia with his elbow, grinning. “Got to make sure she’s ready for final exams and stuff.”

           Scott nodded. “Nice. Good luck, Malia.” Then he turned to me. “What’re you up to, Y/N?”

           Feeling very small, I shrugged. “Nothing, I guess.”

           His mocha eyes widened excitedly. “Cool! Neither am I! Mom’s working late; do you want to hang out? Liam’s camping with Mason, but he lent me a video game. We could play that. Or we could go to the arcade! Kira’s got some tickets that she’s not going to use- she and her parents are going out to eat tonight.” He let out a breath. “Wow, how desperate do I sound?”

           Despite everything, I laughed. Scott just had an infectious energy: when he was happy, you felt happy. Truly, genuinely happy. “That sounds like fun.”

           “Awesome!” He gave me a high-five before shoving Stiles’s shoulder. “I guess I’ll see you two nerds later. Y/N, need a ride?” Realizing that Stiles had driven me this morning, I nodded. “Cool. Let’s go.”

           As we walked down the hallway, I couldn’t help but glance over my shoulder. To my horror, Stiles had his arm around Malia’s shoulders, and she had one of her hands in his back pocket. They were laughing. They looked happy together. They looked together.

           

           “So, what do you want to do tonight?” Scott asked as we walked in his front door. “If you don’t feel like going out, we could order pizza- or, actually, I think I have some frozen pizzas in the fridge. I need to go check.” He dropped his backpack on the couch before walking to the kitchen.

           The entire ride to Scott’s, my mind was reeling. I honestly felt like I was going to be sick. All I could see every time I blinked was the way Stiles and Malia walked down the hall. It was as if, as a cruel joke, someone had tattooed it to the inside of my eyelids.

           Slowly, I sank down onto the sofa, hugging my backpack to my chest. I needed to tell someone, otherwise I was going to explode. What better person to talk to than Scott, really?

           “Hey, Scott?” My voice sounded off. Thankfully he was still in the kitchen, rummaging around for who knows what.

           “Yeah?”

           “I want… I need to talk to you about something.”

           “Sure; what’s up?”

           Taking a deep breath, I said it. No beating around the bush. Like ripping off a band-aid. “I think Stiles is cheating on me.”

           For a moment there was nothing but complete and utter silence. Suddenly Scott was beside me, eyes wide and concerned. Incredulous, even. “What?”

           “He’s just… lately he’s been spending so much time with Malia. We make plans only to cancel them because Malia asked him to help her study or something. I know, that’s stupid for me to make a big deal about, but it’s all the time. And it’s not so much the cancelling and all the time spent together that bothers me- and it does, a lot- but it’s the small things too. It’s like… she moves, he moves. They’re like magnets. They’re always so affectionate with each other. And the other day, Stiles and I were planning on doing something, and he cancelled again- not because he had to help Malia study, but because she had asked him to go get Subway with her. Stiles hates Subway. But you know what he said? ‘Malia likes it, so I thought I would give it a try.’” By this point tears were stinging at the corners of my eyes. I could feel my cheeks flaming. My heart pounded demandingly against my rib cage, as if it wanted to rip itself out in order to escape all the powerful, consuming emotions I was feeling. “And then the things he said to me in the hallway-”

           Scott scooted closer to me, wrapping an arm around my shoulders and pulling me into his chest. “What things? What did he say to you?”

           Gasping, I got out, “I’m sure he didn’t mean to be so- so harsh, but-” I shook my head, squeezing my eyes tight and biting down on my lip. I was not going to cry in front of Scott. “It doesn’t matter.” I decided when I had got myself under control. Scott tried to protest, but I cut him off. “Look, I just- you know Stiles better than anyone. Do you think…?”

           I didn’t even finish my question before Scott was shaking his head. “Definitely not. Stiles loves you. He would never do that. Malia is just his best friend-”

           “No, Scott, you’re his best friend. Pretty much his brother. Malia is…” I didn’t have a nice word, so I stopped right there.

           Scott sighed and ran a hand over his face. Then he moved to where he could look my directly in the eyes. “Y/N, Stiles is not cheating on you. If he did- which he wouldn’t- you can be sure I’d kick his ass.” I gave him a small smile.

           “Thanks Scott.” I whispered. He kissed my forehead before saying, “I think a change of scenery is in order. How about we go see Avengers: Age of Ultron?”

           —

           Going to the movies with Scott was kind of like taking your new, friendly puppy to a dog park: he was incredibly nice to everyone; he wanted to get snacks; he also wanted to play the stupid little games outside the theater; during the movie he would make little comments just to get my attention and make me laugh. All in all, I had a great time. Scott was a truly amazing friend.

           Because it was a Marvel movie, everyone stayed in their seats when the credits began to roll. It was kind of common knowledge that at the end of every Marvel film, a little clip hinting to the next movie waited for the eager eyes of the audience. “I bet it’s going to be something goofy like Shawarma.” Scott poked me, causing me to giggle loudly.

           At last the highly-anticipated snip-bit came. There was lots of shushing, and then total silence. At the end, a very familiar voice exclaimed, “What did I tell you, Malia? I totally called it!”

           I froze. Scott and I exchanged sideways looks before scanning the rows below us- since we were the losers who had wanted to sit at the very top.

           It was easy to spot Stiles’s thick head of hair. Malia was leaning against his shoulder, laughing, while his arm was wound around her, holding her close.

           “Oh.” Scott said. “I thought they said they were studying.”

           “Yeah.” My voice cracked. “So did I.”

           —

           “Y/N, please.” Scott begged. “This is the women’s room. I’m not supposed to be in here. Let me take you home- or to my place, whatever works. Let’s just get out of here.”

           We were crammed in a tiny stall, girls chatting and texting and blowing their hands dry all around us. At first, when I ran out of the theater, Scott hot on my heels, I had been going for the exit. But Stiles and Malia were there, lingering near the games I had thought were cute when Scott was trying to play them.

           I didn’t want to try and walk past them. I couldn’t figure out if it was because I didn’t want them to see me, or if  it was because I didn’t want to see them. Either way, I had run to the bathroom, and Scott had followed me in, without thinking.

           At first no one had been in, so I paced and struggled to keep from yanking my hair out. Scott tried to calm me down, but he only made it worse. He heard someone coming and quickly pulled me inside a stall, sitting on the toilet and pulling me onto his lap in hopes that whoever was coming in would be done with their business quickly and never even know the two of us were in there.

           Well, that didn’t happen. More and more ladies showed up, and now we were stuck until they all left. Unless Scott was feeling brave… but I didn’t think I had the strength to endure the looks we’d surely earn if we were to step out of the stall now.

           “I don’t want to go.” I whispered into his neck between sobs. “I don’t want to see them.”

           “I know you don’t.” He murmured soothingly, rubbing my arm with his thumb in small circles. “But the only way we can get away from them is if we leave. Please, Y/N.”

           Reluctantly, I consented. “Okay.”

           —

           A hammering fist on my bedroom door had me jerking awake at ten o’clock the next morning. “Come in,” I groaned, rubbing my eyes.

           To my surprise, Stiles threw open the door. His mouth was set in a stern, unhappy grimace. It hurt to see him, especially when he looked so angry. That’s when I noticed the black eye. “Stiles, what happened?” I threw off the covers and ran to his side, pulling his face down to my level so I could get a better look.

           “Scott punched me. In my face!”

           “What? Why?”

           “Because he thinks I’m cheating on you with Malia!” Stiles pushed my hands off him, beginning to pace my bedroom floor. Slowly, I sat down on the corner of my bed. “He came to my house last night at like ten and when I answered the door, he clocked me in the face!”

           “Oh.” I mumbled, fiddling with my fingers. I didn’t know how to react to the whole situation.

           “So then I pulled his dumb ass inside and put a bag of peas on my face, and he sat down at the kitchen table and started talking about Subway and the movie theater and school and somehow these things all connected, making him believe that I was cheating on you, which really pissed me off, to be honest, because I’m so freaking in love with you that it’s like I can’t see straight sometimes. It hurts, loving you this much. A lot. More than my eye does right now. Which is also a lot.”

           A breathless laugh left my lips, and a tear trickled out of my eye. I quickly swiped it away. “I think that’s the most romantic thing you’ve ever said to me, Stiles.”

           Stiles stopped pacing. “You didn’t think that I was cheating on you, did you?” He whispered.

           “Yeah I did.” More tears came out now, making me feel like a total idiot. There was no stopping them though. Stiles rushed to kneel in front of me, pushing my hands from my face to wipe tears away and force me to look in his eyes. I was reminded of yesterday, and how different the touches had been: that one too rough, this one tender.

           “Y/N,” He said, “I could never, ever cheat on you. I love you too much to ever do that to you. Malia is just my friend. Yeah, she and I are close, but it’s a sibling sort of bond we’ve got. I’ve been helping her study because she’s really behind. Last night we went to the movies to celebrate the fact that she completed her final exam review and got the entire thing correct. It was a big deal for her, and she offered to pay for my ticket, and I’m sorry, but I wasn’t about to pass up a free ticket to a Marvel movie. And the whole Subway thing was just a misunderstanding. Please believe me. I am so, so in love with you, baby.” And with that, he placed the sweetest kiss to my lips.

anonymous asked:

Naturally, haha! With music from our lord and saviour Lin-Manuel Miranda there's no way a movie could even be remotely bad *giggles* Thank you so much for your suggestions, I'm gonna watch Aladdin tonight >w< - Tall Anon

*smiles* ah Lin is amazing! Also yeah I think I’ll watch it again tonight too.
-Prince

R-E-D 1-2-3

Neighbors,

Hello neighbors.

Winter is over.

No more orange cloud night skies.

The sound of passing cars and falling snow.

I forgot what warm weather was.

Hahahaha.

Yes, yes.

I heard what happened.

It’s always funny.

To hear a song,

To see a face.

And wonder

Just what that feeling is.

When it seems so familiar.

Yeah,

He’s a total dick.

Tonight I’ll watch the bats fly.

They scare me,

But they don’t care about me.

They’ll shoot by overhead,

And I’ll watch them.

Always just a little nervous

Of what they’ll do if they see me.

Oh,

I dunno.

He always seemed fine to me.

I see those faces in my dreams.

I have those same feelings

Over and

Over

Again.

And I’ll wake up crying.

Shouting at that fear.

Cursing the thought of death

The slow release of my heart.

The beat.

1-2 rest.

3.

Then it beats black.

And I fall down.

Blue.

I didn’t know they knew each other.

When next Sunday evening comes

I’ll carry the orange waves in my eyes

To the nearest tree,

And I’ll fall asleep on the branches

As the pink breeze

Presses into my skin.

And I can hear my

Heartbeat.

I guess he’s just better at hiding it.

Jealous/bitchy Laurel and Olicity engagement (Drabble)

Anonymous asked: Prompt: LL gets Jealous and bitchy when Olicity announces their engagement

This is not a sequel to the previous drabble. And this is not a Laurel friendly fic, obviously. So you have been warned. 

Nevertheless, enjoy! 

Set sometime after the mid-season finale.You can also read it on A03.

No beta, so any mistakes are mine, and I’m so sorry!

Originally posted by sharingmyworld

“Are you running for President now?” Laurel asked when Oliver and Felicity entered the loft.

Oliver’s grin disappeared from his face and he frowned. “Hmm?”

“The last time you told us to gather in one place, saying you have a big announcement to make, you informed us that you were running for Mayor. So now that you won… are you planning to run the whole country?” she chuckled.

“No.” he almost rolled his eyes. “That’s not why we invited you here.”

“Yeah. Ollie, about that. Could you not summon us, and then make us wait for you?” Thea looked at the watch. “I have a date tonight.”

“Yeah, and I have a toddler at home. So hurry up, man.” Diggle added.

“Guys, could you just… stop talking for one moment?” Oliver almost plead. He paused, trying to collect his thoughts. “Felicity and I…” he looked into her eyes, his voice softening and his arm tightening around her waist. “We are engaged. I proposed to her today and she said yes.”

“OH MY GOD!” Thea gasped.

Felicity grinded, placing her head on Oliver’s shoulder.

“FINALLY!” Thea ran to her brother and his fiancée, and hugged them both as tightly as she could. “I thought this would never happen!” She released them from her hold. “For a badass vigilante, you’re a big chicken in your private life.” She teased him.

Oliver chuckled, shaking his head. “Thank you, Speedy. That means a lot.” He placed his hand on her shoulder, squeezing it lightly. 

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United We Purge

Inspired by Anonymous’ Request: “Hello is it possible for you to write a purge style prompt for kastle?”

Author’s Note: So this is the thing that has been my obsession recently.  This (plus my marathon, but that doesn’t count) has kept me off of all things social media in order to get this done.  Tbh, I’m not proud of a lot of my work, but this little piece was a blast.  I have a HUGE obsession with these movies…like, for real.  And the second one?!  The very best.  You’ll see I was heavily inspired by that.  Anyway - I’ll shut up, enjoy! AO3


“Blessed be the New Founding Fathers for letting us Purge and cleanse our souls, Blessed be America, a nation reborn.”

His finger twitches at his side as he stares at the television screen behind the glass of a small electronics shop.  Fucking cowards, every last one of them.  Justice is deserved three-hundred and sixty-five days out of the year and these wannabe vigilantes think they’re actually accomplishing something under the blanket of legal activity within the twelve hours of “freedom”.  And to those only serving their selfish desires?  Lower than cowards.

But he was generally considered out of his skull, so what could he possibly know about something as politically charged as the Purge?  He knows this isn’t the country he fought for and it certainly isn’t the country he killed for.  News outlets and political figures can brag all they want about the low crime rates that exist because of the Purge.  But what about the blood thirst their society now sees as normal?  What about the greedy taking advantage of those less fortunate and offering protection at a premium cost?  What about a society so focused on one night of revenge that the rest of the year is spent making some sick sort of grocery list of things they wish to do with their twelve-hour rampage?

This new tradition has created a culture of addicts.  People who crave blood, desire what’s not theirs, and actually believe it’s their American duty to go out and get it by whatever means necessary.  In his darkest hours he’s almost glad his family hadn’t survived long enough into this sick holiday to see it’s ripple effect.

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Reader in Wonderland - Part 1

Summary: Gabriel x Reader - The reader tumbles down the rabbit hole and into a wonderland of Gabriel’s making after the trickster decides to help he unwind with a book.

Triggers: None

Word Count: 2224

Y/N = Your name  Y/H/C = Your hair colour  Y/E/C = Your eye colour

Part 2   Part 3  Part 4  Part 5  Part 6  Part 7  Part 8  Part 9  Part 10


You’d been dozing in your room after a particularly hard hunt when the bed disappeared and the floor fell out under you. A silent scream left your surprised lips as you dropped into the seemingly unending darkness that had replaced your bed. Your fingers grasping in vain for something, anything, to grab onto as your stomach flew up into your throat from the sudden display of gravity in motion. The scream that finally pushed its way past the shock and out of your lungs was swallowed just as quickly by the impenetrable darkness surrounding you. The fall seemed endless, to the point where screaming seemed pointless as you floated, almost weightless, down into oblivion. But no matter how much you tried you couldn’t reach the walls on either side of you, or do anything but let yourself fall, waiting for the abrupt stop a fall like this would have to end in. 

It felt as if you had been falling forever when your quick descent into, well, nothing, slowed. Leaving you to slowly sink like a leaf in autumn to the black and white tiled floor below you. Frowning at the surreal situation you found yourself in, you quickly pulled yourself together and had a quick look at your new surroundings. You were a hunter, and if there was one thing you’d learned over the years it was that any new place should be scoped out thoroughly. Careful to make as little sound as possible you slowly circled, leaving no corner unexplored with trained eyes and calculated movements.

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A 1x13 Morning After Coda

Oliver squints against the morning sun and turns back into the pillow, away from the light. He clings to the last dregs of sleep but knows it’s a losing battle and eventually pushes himself up. He sits on his bed, pillows and blankets piled around, and lets his head fall in his hands with a groan. His entire body aches and his head is pounding. He didn’t think he’d had that much last night but maybe this is just another one of the amazing things he gets to look forward to now that he’s getting older. Hangovers that are extra horrific to go with those gray hairs he found last week. Whoop-de-freaking-do.

Throwing off the sheets and comforter tangled around this legs, Oliver heads into the bathroom. After taking care of things, he peels the dry contacts out of his eyes, washes his face, and starts brushing his teeth. The routine helps him feel a little better, a little more human, and gives him a chance to replay last night in his head.

Meeting Connor’s friends had been wonderful. They were all so nice and fun and Connor was nice and fun around them. And Oliver and Connor got to be nice and fun together around them. He had actually been a little surprised how easy they were around Connor’s friends. Meeting the friends always creates some hiccups but there really hadn’t been any last night. They had just been themselves. It had been almost like they were real boyfriends.

Boyfriends.

Why is that word reminding him of something last night and oh no!

Toothpaste on his chin, toothbrush poised midair, Oliver looks up to see his own panicked expression in the mirror.


No. We’ve waited long enough. I wanna be boyfriends again. 

I wanna be boyfriends again.

Boyfriends again.

Boyfriends


Dammit!

He wipes the toothpaste off his chin and rinses his mouth, trying to remember what else had been said in his drunken, handsy, filter-less state. Connor had said something. Something about Oliver getting sober and sleeping and…and what? There was something else. Something more. Connor had said something else and what was it? Then Oliver remembers what he’d breathed out as he fell asleep.

I love you.

Did he really say that? Oliver turns away from the mirror to lean back against the sink and presses a hand over his mouth. Did he really tell Connor he wanted to be boyfriends and that he loved him? Really! That’s really what happened last night. Then and there, Oliver decides he’s never drinking again. 

This is a disaster. He can’t believe he screwed this up so bad. Connor is going to freak out. Connor’s going to freak and he’s going to leave and Oliver ruined everything. Again!

He was drunk. If Connor brings it up he’ll just say he was drunk and play it off like it isn’t a big deal. Because it isn’t a big deal. Drunk people say and do stupid things all the time. It’s not important. It’s not like Oliver meant it or anything.

Except he did. He really, really did.

Oliver lets his head fall into his hands again and just wishes he could go back to bed.

“Hey, you’re awake,” Connor says, peeking into the bathroom. “Here, I come bearing gifts.” He holds out a glass of water and some aspirin, which Oliver happily downs. “So, how you feeling?”

Oliver gives him a look and puts the glass down on the sink. “I’ve been better.”

“Well, I figured as much.” Connor leans against the doorframe and crosses his arms. “But really, how you feeling?”

“I don’t know.” Oliver shrugs. What does Connor want with this? “Head hurts. Don’t feel up for running any marathons.”

Connor hums in sympathy. “But, on the whole, you feeling okay? Or—I don’t know—sober?”

With that, Oliver remembers. I want this and you. I really do…when you’re sober. He locks eyes with Connor and sees more than he ever hoped for. “Painfully sober.”

Connor pushes off the doorframe and crowds Oliver back against the sink. He takes Oliver’s hips in his hands and pulls him close. He leans in until their lips are almost touching and breathes out, “Good.”

channel 3 ~ calum

unedited bc it’s 11pm and I’m dead ass tired and too lazy so sorry if this is absolute trash

You really didn’t want to get up at 6am for volunteering, that was the last thing on your mind on a Sunday morning. But you had to, it was part of your college graduating requirement, so your prof had set it up for you. You groggily drove over to the school, met with the teacher you were assisting and had a quick cup of tea.  You were really not excited considering they had placed you in a highschool, the last place you wanted to be. When you went to teacher’s college, it was because you wanted to teach kids, not teens. 

It had been a few weeks now, and you’d become unusually close with one of the students, she was smart, funny, and a bit of an outcast. It turned out that you actually didn’t quite mind the highschool, maybe you were lucky because most of the kids in the class were good kids, it almost made you miss being in highschool. You were grading quizzes at the front of the room while the teacher was giving a lesson when you heard her sniffing from the back of the room. 

“Billie? Are you alright back there?” The teacher called her out and she shyly shook her head no. “You can be excused with Miss Y/L/N for right now okay?” She nodded and stood up, grabbing her backpack, I followed her out into the hall where she immediately burst out into tears. 

“Jesus Billie, what happened?” I wrapped my arms around her, even if it was against school property. 

“I-Um..you have to promise me you won’t tell anyone Y/N. Please-” She begged.

“Of course I won’t. My lips are sealed.” 

“So..I’ve been um..sleeping with one of my dad’s friends and..he just called it off because he was worried about my dad finding out. I know I shouldn’t have done it in the first place but- I’d had a crush on him since I was little and we were both drunk at a wedding and it just turned into something. I don’t know I’m so fucking stupid for thinking he’d want anything more from me anyways..I just really like him.” She ranted, tears streaming down her cheeks, I sighed.

“Billie…You aren’t stupid..you maybe just let your feelings get in the way of thinking is all. Really, it’s his fault for taking advantage of you..I mean, at least you’re legal, so it’s not that bad. But…”

“He isn’t a bad guy Y/N, he’s..well, amazing. That’s why this sucks.” She smiled softly and I wiped a tear from her cheek.

“I won’t say a word okay?”

~

Fast forward a week, I’m in the classroom after school, simply sitting and grading essays like usual. A faint knock at the door startled me a little bit considering I’m usually the only wont around school by this point in the day. I almost fell out of my chair when I saw a man standing at the door in a suit, his tie undone a little bit and his hair curly and messy. His tan skin making the white dress shirt he was wearing his bitch. I would have jumped him right then and there if I could. 

“Um, hi?” I stood up and he walked over to me, shaking my hand.

“Hi, I’m Billie’s dad.” A lump immediately started forming in my throat. “You’re Y/N right? I’m just assuming, you fit Billie’s description.” His eyes scanning my body, making me shift uncomfortably. 

“Well what do I owe the pleasure Mr.Hood?” I asked and watched his tongue flick out of his mouth and lick his bottom lip.

“It’s Calum.” He smirked down at me. “Billie speaks so highly of you, she really loves you. Says you’re kickass. She doesn’t really connect with people often, it’s nice that you’ve been here for her, she’s been going through stuff lately which she refuses to speak to me about. I wanted to know if you want to come over for dinner, as a thank you.” He said sweetly and ran his hand through his hair, I couldn’t find the words, I mean, Billie was gorgeous, so I assumed that he parents were goodlooking but, lord jesus. 

“I-uh..Sure yeah, I’d love that.” I smiled and he smiled back, 

“Right okay, we’re getting Chinese. I’ve never been a good cook, and it’s pretty late to start dinner now.” He rolled his sleeve up slightly and checked his watch. 

“Oh, you meant tonight? Um-” I stuttered.

“Yeah, is that a problem? If you have to get back home to your boyfriend or whatever I understand.” He was fishing, I could tell.

“Nope, I have an automatic feeder for my cat so, it’s all good.” I wanted to slap myself in the face, I was so lame. 

“Okay, yeah. Good. Want to follow me or?” He asked and I nodded. We chatted as I gathered my things and walked out to my car. I learned quickly that Billie’s mom wasn’t in the picture, he didn’t have to say it. I realized I recognized him from magazines, TV, something. 

“Wait…are you the news anchor on channel 3?” I gasped. “Holy shit! I’m talking to a celebrity.” I pretended to fan myself and he laughed. 

“Yeah that’s me.” He turned around and gave me a huge cheesy smile. 

“Billie never mentioned it.” I hummed and unlocked the car, sliding into the seat and rolling down the window, he leaned against the door with his arms up on the hood, I almost passed out at the sight. 

“She’s embarrassed of me.” He chuckled.

“I can’t see how anyone could be embarrassed of you.” I blushed and he smirked down at me. 

“I’ll see you at the house then.” He said and I quickly nodded. 

~

The house was huge, approaching it I felt as if I might be a little under dressed. I followed Calum closely behind as we laughed about a ridiculous news story he had to cover that morning. We both stopped dead in our tracks in the entrance when we heard moaning. I wanted to scream and warn Billie because I knew. I knew even before we walked in what we were going to see. His jaw tensed along with his fists.

“Maybe we should go-” I started to say and he shushed me. He marched straight towards the moaning and I immediately gasped when I saw Billie getting fucked over the kitchen counter. 

“What the FUCK!” Calum shouted so loud I swore the floor shook. The man, who I had to assume was the friend of Calum’s, pulled out of her and shoved his dick back in his boxers. He stood infront of Billie while she screeched and covered herself up.

“Dad! What the fuck are you doing here? You aren’t supposed to be home-” She hid behind the man who stood pale faced infront of us, I could see the panic in her eyes and I felt so bad for her. “Wait, Y/N? What?” 

“Don’t you dare try and turn this around to be my fault! Michael was just fucking you on the kitchen counter! What the fuck!” He practically launched himself at the blue haired guy, 

“Dad!” Billie cried out and tried to push herself inbetween them which did no good. 

“I swear to god, I’ll fucking kill you! You were supposed to be my bestfriend!” He screamed in the guy’s face, he said nothing, too in shock of being caught to speak. 

“Dad please!” She begged and pulled at his arm, he shrugged her off easily and kept his grip on Michael’s shirt, punching him once, twice, three times in the face while still keeping the grip. Blood sprayed across Billie’s bare chest and she shrieked. I took it as a sign to jump inbetween them, putting my hands up to Calum’s face and making him look at me.

“Stop. Calum, stop.” I said sternly and I put one of my hands on his chest which was heaving up and down. His eyes were wild, his knuckles bruised and bloody. “Just…I know..I know..please..come with me..calm down…” I said softly and he unclenched his fists. 

“Both of you get fucking dressed. Don’t you dare leave this house.” He pointed at them and turned around, making his way up the stairs. I turned around to Billie who whimpered a thank you before Michael wrapped his arms around her and kissed her forehead and whispered ‘it’s okay’ to her, just loud enough that I could hear. I ran up the stairs after Calum who was shaking, his hands tugging at his tie, ripping it off and throwing it along with his suit jacket, he gestured for me to follow him into the bathroom so I did. He opened the cabinet and sat on the toilet seat with his face in his hands. I rummaged through the cabinet until I found some stuff to clean his knuckles. I knelt down in front of him and took a deep breath, grabbing his hand in mine and carefully started cleaning the wounds. He winced and sighed deeply. “I…I can’t believe this..I’m…I…” He stuttered.

“I…can’t imagine what’s going through your mind right now..but I just want to say that Billie is a smart kid. She’s amazing. She would never do anything stupid or reckless, she seems to do everything with her heart. It’s obvious she feels something for him, she’s not doing this to hurt you. I don’t think either of them are.” I said and looked up at him, his eyes were vacant, like his heart was just in shock. “I think…I know I don’t know anything…but I think you should..listen to what they have to say..before you do something you might regret.” 

“Yeah…yeah you’re right…Billie is my smart girl.” He smiled. “I knew she always had a crush on Michael, but I never thought..I mean…of course I never thought she’d actually act on it.”

“It kind of looks to me like he cares about her. I know you don’t wanna hear that.” I mumbled and started to clean his other hand. 

“Thank you..for um..calming me down and stopping me before I killed Michael.” He laughed and stared down at me, I could feel his eyes but I didn’t look up. “God, you’re beautiful. Billie was right when she said I’d like you.” I blushed and continued to avoid eye contact. 

“You’re welcome.” I smiled and wrapped up his hands, my fingers lingering on his before standing up and finally making eye contact with him.

“I don’t know if it’s the adrenaline, but I really want to kiss you right now.” He stood up and backed me up so I was practically pressed against the cold bathroom wall. “And can I be honest?” He whispered, his hot breath hitting my neck I could have moaned right there. His hand finding it’s way up my dress and he wrapped his finger around the string of my underwear and tugged me closer to him. “I’ve been thinking about fucking you against this sink since the minute we stepped in here.” He chuckled deeply and I let out a small whimper unintentionally. 

“It’s definitely the adrenaline.” I managed to breath out and he smirked against the skin of my neck before biting it, my hand flew up and grasped his hair almost instantly. “I don’t think you know..” I whispered. “How many times I’ve watched channel 3 and dreamed of this happening.” I said and he laughed. 

“Mmmm, you should have come to the station. I would’ve taken any chance to fuck you over that desk too.” He hummed and kissed down my neck and onto my chest. 

“Jesus christ-” My knees almost gave out, it was all too much. The fight, now this. His hand moved from the string of my underwear to my ass and grabbed it firmly, still scattering kisses on my chest, I could die right here and I would be happy. 

“Is this okay?” He asked quietly, I nodded quickly and he grinned, making me gasp by pulling my underwear down without warning. “So pretty,” He ran a finger over my clit and I moaned, he covered my mouth. “Tsk, tsk, we have to be quiet now okay?” He pushed my dress up and slid a finger into me, it was almost impossible to stay quiet, I looked up at him, his curls dangling down in his face, the white dress shirt buttoned down almost all the way, revealing a few chest tattoos. This wasn’t something I ever did, I never hooked up with someone an hour after meeting them, that just wasn’t me. But maybe he was right, maybe it was the adrenaline. “I’m gonna eat that sweet pussy now okay? I wanna thank you.” He licked his lips and I almost passed out as he got on his knees infront of me, he ran his hands down my thighs before throwing one of my legs over his shoulder and going right in, not wasting any time. I pushed my back against the wall and groaned quietly, tilting my head back and shutting my eyes as he worked away. “What a sight you are..” He mumbled against my lips and started sucking on my clit, “You like that beautiful?” It hit me then that he was a talker, and I was so into it. “Answer me baby, do you like it when I suck your pussy like that? Hmm?” He flicked his tongue and ran it up my slit.

“Holy fffuck yeah, yes.” I bit my bottom lip so hard I thought it might bust open. 

“Do you know how sweet you taste? God I could eat you for breakfast, lunch, dinner and desert.” He moaned against me and pushed a few fingers inside me, it was getting hard to stand at this point, the pleasure almost too overwhelming. “Are you gonna cum on my tongue gorgeous?” He asked.

“Jesus-” I moaned as quietly as I could and he worked faster on me, “Fuck, fuck I’m gonna cum, Calum-” He continued to run his tongue back and forth while rubbing my clit harshly. I arched my back and came silently, too breathless and shocked by how damn good he was at that to even speak. He brought his fingers up to my mouth. 

“Taste how sweet you are.” I’d never, ever in my life been with someone who wasn’t overly vanilla, so this was pure bliss. I took his fingers into my mouth and sucked on them, his eyes burning into me, I probably looked wrecked. “So damn delicious. Can I fuck you now sweetheart?” He asked.

“Oh god yea, please.” I begged and felt so dirty watching him unbuckle his belt and throw it across the room, not daring to tear his eyes away from me for a second, he reached into the drawer behind him, lifted a small container and pulled out a condom, putting it inbetween his teeth and unbuttoning his pants, my hands went to his shirt and unbuttoned the rest of his shirt, practically ripping it off of him. His lips pushed against mine for what I realized was the first time, he had got right into eating me out that I hadn’t even gotten to kiss him until this point. 

“Turn around baby.” He tugged my dress off and dropped it to the floor, I turned around and bent over the sink, his hand rubbing my ass cheek before slapping it hard making me gasp loudly. “Every part of you is just…gorgeous..I can’t wait to watch you in the mirror while I fuck you.” He smirked and kissed my shoulder. 

“You don’t want me to?” I asked and looked down at his cock which was pressed against his stomach. 

“No baby, I just wanna fuck your pretty brains out.” He chuckled and without warning thrusted himself into me, I moaned loudly and he stopped, “Remember we have to be quiet or we’ll have to stop, and we don’t want that do we princess?” He grinned and I shook my head. “Answer me.” He demanded and grasped my ass hard.

“No. Please, please, I need you.” I begged and I watched him bite on his lip in the mirror, he pressed his palm on the small of my back and held my hip with the other hand while he thrusted into me, harder and deeper everytime, I couldn’t breath, watching him fuck me was going to make me cum in seconds. He pushed his sweaty hair out of his face and threw his head made, grunting loudly. 

“I can usually…go longer than this…but you’re so hot…and god I’m not gonna last long..” He admitted and I could see his cheeks turning a deep red. He whimpered and grabbed my hair, tugging it slightly, I moaned and he took that as approval to tug even harder. His hand coming down on my ass again, the sound echoing through the bathroom. There was no way that we weren’t being heard downstairs. I grasped the edge of the sink so hard my knuckles went white and he mercilessly thrusted into me, we were both whimpering and groaning so much like we were in a damn porno. “I’m not gonna cum until you do gorgeous..think you can cum soon?” He breathed out and I nodded, “Good girl…” He wrapped his arm under my stomach and leaned forward, kissing my neck and pushing me right over the edge. 

“Fuck, Calum, fuck I’m gonna cum.” I almost screamed and he covered my mouth. 

“Mmmmoh my god, oh my god. Fuck, fuck.” He swore and slapped my ass one more time, slowly, but intensely bringing his hips to mine one last time before pulling out of me. Watching him cum was a religious experience, I was seeing stars, I turned around and kissed him, he smiled against my lips. “That adrenaline eh?” He chuckled and I let out a loud laugh, resting my head on his chest, barely able to stand at this point. I picked up my dress off of the floor and he took it from my hands. “Have a shower. I’ll grab something from Billie for you to wear….say you spilled something on your dress or…”

“Calum, there is no possible way they didn’t hear us fucking up here.” I laughed and he sighed. 

“Well…they deserve to hear it after we walked in on them..” He slid his boxers on and opened the bathroom door, quickly turning around and kissing my forehead before disappearing into the hallway. I stepped into the shower and started to laugh, I couldn’t believe that actually just happened. I got out to find a pair of yoga pants and a baggy tshirt laying on the counter. I put it on and threw my hair up into a ponytail before tiptoeing down the hallway. Calum grabbed my hips and pulled me back into him, he had changed too, into a band tshirt and black jeans. “Those pants were a bad idea, I wanna fuck you again.” He said and I giggled, pushing him away. 

“Easy big boy. I think you should probably go talk to Michael and Billie now.”

“Do I have to?” He groaned and I nodded.

“Unfortunately. I should..probably go..I mean, this is a family affair and-”

“No. Stay.” He coughed awkwardly. “We still have to have dinner. I don’t want you to think I’m the kind of guy who fucks you and makes you leave. Stay. We can all have dinner…you can restrain me from punching Michael again…then we can watch a movie or something….” He winked and I rolled my eyes. 

“Okay..yeah, I’ll stay. Only if you order me an extra spring roll.” I teased and he grinned. 

“Deal.” 

“Alright, put on your fake news anchor smile and go downstairs.Actually, can you order the food first? I’m starving.” 

“Me too, but not for chinese food.” He smirked and I punched his shoulder.

“Such a charmer Mr.Hood.” 

“If I’m a good boy and play nicely down there, will you go down on me later?” He asked and I shrugged.

“Deal. As long as I get that extra spring roll.” 

“Deal.” 

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“I’m only bringing you down…Just let me go…” with Mikey? 💖

Michael was ecstatic. Absolutely pumped after playing that show tonight. Sweat was glistening his face but in the most angelic way possible.

All he wanted was to go backstage and ask his gorgeous girlfriend what she thought of the show. Michael always had a post show tradition with you where he would come crashing in and attack you with hugs and kisses before asking what you thought of the show. He valued your opinion and with the new songs they sang tonight he was super excited.

But what Michael didn’t expect was an empty figure in the dressing room where you usually sat. Confused, he went to check the tour bus to see if you were there. But all he found was an empty space, bare of all your items with nothing but a piece of paper left on his bunk.

Nerves coursed through his veins as he opened the letter and began to read its content.

Hey Mike, so you’re probably wondering where the fuck I am right? I know, I’m writing a letter. So old school. But a text seemed far too little and meaningless and a face to face conversation would have destroyed me.

So yeah I’m writing a letter. I watched majority of your show tonight and you killed it love. As always. I’m so so proud of you Michael you don’t even realize it. But in order for you to continue this success, your career needs to be put first. Which is why when you read this note, I’ll probably already be on a plane.

I love you okay? Don’t ever doubt for a second that I didn’t. And I know you gave me everything too. But in your world, emotions are like doorways to doubt. They just get in the way. Can’t make you see clearly, think clearly, act clearly. I can’t afford to cost you your career Michael. That would be selfish of me.

You need to focus on yourself, the band, the fans. That’s what you should be doing right now. Not worrying about me and wasting your time on a relationship. I’m only bringing you down…just let me go okay? This is by far the most difficult thing I’ve ever had to do and I only hope you understand why I’m doing this. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but please for me, at least try.

I know you’ll be just fine without me rockstar. You’ll move on from me in a matter of time and forget all about us. I wish you the utter most success Mike and I know you won’t let me down. I’m sorry, I love you.

Take care, Y/N

Michael couldn’t think straight right now. He fell onto the couch, mind racing. Anger, confusion, sadness, heartache, he was conflicted with emotions and he didn’t know how to feel.

Who was he without her? The love of his goddamn life just walked out and he didn’t know if he could ever be the same.

But little did he know, as you sat down on the airplane seat, tears streaked down your face at the pain you know you caused to the love of your life as well.

Clumsy - Chapter 2 - Halloween (Rafe x Reader)

You can find chapter one here and chapter three here.

Description: After accepting the fact that Rafe Adler is going to be your roommate, life goes on. With Halloween upon you, you have a new goal - you want your crush to notice you. That means being brave and going for it. You aren’t sure how it is going to pan out. You are sure, however, that Rafe will drive you crazy along the way.

Warnings: No smut. Cursing.

Word count: 3,730

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   “Rafe, what is this?”

           “What?”

           You point to your bed, which is covered in his clothes. They are neatly arranged in piles, seemingly by colour and type of clothing. Rafe turns around to see what you are pointing at.

           “I’m folding my clothes.” He says to you slowly, as if you are very stupid.

           “Congratulations on that. Truly. But why are they on my bed?”

           “I have a lot of clothes.” He replies almost defensively.

           You drop your backpack on one of the piles with a sigh of relief. You had been carting that thing around all day. Rafe lets out an alarmed noise, as if you had just kicked his puppy. On second thought, you can’t imagine Rafe actually owning a pet.

           “Whoa, what are you doing?” He hurries over, pushing your backpack to the floor which you manage to catch in time.

           “Jesus, can you not? I have my tablet in there.”

           “These clothes are worth more than your tablet.” His tone is stern as if he is gearing up for a lecture.

           “Yeah, Rafe, I know. Designer clothes. Why are you folding them by colour?”

           “Just makes sense, doesn’t it? Although I can’t say the same for the way you put your clothes away.”

           You close your eyes and count to three while taking a deep breath. This has been your go-to method for dealing with Rafe since school started about six weeks ago, near the end of September. In the six weeks you two have been stuck together, you have gone through the stages of grief.

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What is love? - Part 4 (You & EXO OT12-You decide who you end up with)

A/N: It’s finally here! I’m sorry for making you guys wait soooo long, that won’t happen again, hope you guys like it as much as I loved writing it <3

Part 1/ Part 2/Part 3

Chapter 4: “ Did I ever imagine?”

I was woken up by my aunt; I was hoping she would let me sleep in today, but no. I had some clothes on and tried to eat something, but I was never a breakfast person so I just skipped to the car. As we got to the boys dorm they all came out sleepy, probably tired from the long practice they had yesterday, Chanyeol, as always, greeted you happily, “Y/N! We missed you after you were gone yesterday” You smiled and said “yes, sorry, I wanted to say goodbye but your choreographer probably wouldn’t be too pleased with me if I did” He laughed and said “Yeah, but it’s okay, come to the van with us” He nodded his head for you to follow him, that’s when Chen appeared right beside you “hey Y/N!, good morning” “oh hey Chen! Good morning” you answered and he smiled. ”Why don’t you come with EXO-M today? The other guys want to meet you”, that’s when Chanyeol said “what? No, she’s coming with us, right?” “I…” You began saying but Chen stopped you, “come on, Chanyeol, let the girl meet all of us” “He’s right” You Said to Chanyeol, He looked at you for a few seconds and sighted in defeat “fine..” he said as he pouted  , “ at least you’ll know how boring they are and how much better it is to come with us” Chen laughed loudly at his comment and you smiled at Chanyeol.

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