bus bedroom

The Bus Smut

Summary: While on the TATINOF american tour bus, Dan convinces Phil to leave their own private bunks in the middle of the night to spend the night in the “forbidden bedroom” at the back of the bus. But, spending the night together innocently isn’t what Dan has in mind. Add a suspicious unnamed tour manager and a bumpy road and things get interesting. 

Pairing: Dan Howell/Phil Lester

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Daddy kink, rimming, blowjobs, unprotected consensual sex

“Bye guys!” I smile, Dan smiles, waving at the enormous crowd ahead of us, flashing lights and squeals bombarding us.

We walk off the stage, and once my eyes adjust to the significantly darker lighting backstage, I suddenly become aware of Dan’s erratic behavior. He grimaces at every person who walks past us, pulling off his gold show-jacket as he speed walks into the dressing room.

“Dan?” I yell at him through the people, running after him.

He doesn’t stop, plowing past staff.


He slams the dressing room door in my face, and before I can say anything, I hear the lock click.

“Dan? Come on, what the hell is going on?” I pound on the door.

I stand there for a few minutes, assuring all the staff that he’s fine. I make up a lie about him having a stomache ache, and the stage lights made it worse.

I eventually sink to the floor, giving up my fight, talking to him through the door. I gasp for air, my lungs still not adjusting to the extremely high altitude of Colorado. Mile High City indeed.

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anonymous asked:

You have probably made a post on this but could you link me or let me know your opinion on tour bus beds and them sharing a bed at the apartment please x

yes!!! i’ve written about that here :) that answer is more focused on their bedrooms at home. regarding the tour: i think the whole thing w dan losing a rock-paper-scissors battle and therefore being kicked out of the tour bus bedroom was bogus, and so overwrought as to be a kind of tongue-in-cheek joke for people who know really anything about dnp’s full story. the corresponding scene in the documentary is 100 percent staged. in case that wasn’t obvious there are even some clear continuity errors in the way that it’s edited (the pillows in the background change from the first part to the actual rock paper scissors battle. phil’s shoes disappear. etc.) it’s also thoroughly counteracted by the fact that they chose to also put in a clip of themselves lying in bed together while phil was sick, complete with dan playing with phil’s hair, as well as the somewhat less obvious shot of the bedroom door being decorated with a dnp cross-stitch. idk how they thought anyone would believe that dan squeezed his giant frame into a bunk that is actually shorter than he is, but i also don’t think they tried all that hard in making it believable–bc it’s just not. to me it just seemed like a big joke mostly aimed at thwarting casual or new viewers who might be watching their films and entertaining the classic questions about their relationship status. 


ao3 link

summary: There’s an ampersand glowing on top of their bookshelf and seven years between the two of them. He wants to give Phil everything. Or the cloyingly nostalgic proposal fic.

word count: 2.3k

warnings: swearing?? really this is just pure

notes: hi enjoy the quickest fic i have ever written (i wrote it in a night). i am a sap. that is all.

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General Election: 2017 and Ableism

I’ve said this before. The argument “you can become disabled at any time” is part of the problem.

Things shouldn’t have to affect you directly for you to care about them. There are disabled people now and they are suffering now, at the hands of the Tories. If you end up disabled tomorrow you’ll suffer a culture shock and will no doubt start preaching to the choir. I see it all the time.

“Oh I got sick/hurt a few years ago and it really opened my eyes!”

Disabled people have been suffering from systematic and institutional disableism since time began and you will tell us nothing we haven’t already told you before. No we don’t get free cars, no we don’t need to live in a care home, yes we really need those bus passes. Yes we know there’s not enough toilets or dropped kerbs and yes we’re very aware of how nobody listens to us when we talk.

Care now. Do the right thing now.

Ffs, don’t vote Tory.

Stockholm Syndrome;

Stockholm syndrome: feelings of trust or affection felt in many cases of kidnapping or hostage-taking by a victim towards a captor.

Genre: Abduction AU

Word Count: 3.7k

Pairing: Hoseok x Reader x Namjoon

A/N: I’m finnaly done with exams so i’ll be able to post more regulary during this next two weeks^^

Summary: In a life of luxury it’s hard to find fault, nothing could go wrong, at least that’s what you thought. Models have stalkers, it’s common but what if that one specific stalker begins to act on his obsession? All Hoseok ever wanted was your picture but now he wants so much more, he wants you, all to himself. 

>> Part.1 | Part.2 <<

“Excuse me, Miss.Y/L/N?” there was a tap on your shoulder, and when you turned around you found a dark haired male before you, “-You dropped your phone” he extends his palm out with your phone in hand.

“Oh my gosh… thank you so much” you never even realised you dropped it to begin with but luckily he found it, “You’re a lifesaver” you thank him again, about to walk away when he speaks up, this time asking you if he could get a picture.

“Sure,” you say with a bright smile, posing for one or two shots before you bid him goodbye but just like before he speaks up causing you to turn around once again,

“You’re really beautiful,” he says whilst looking at what must be your picture, “Thank you” you blush slightly because you found him kinda cute for a photographer “No really-” he continues with his set of commentary “–No wonder you’re a model… your smile is really-”

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Falling apart without you - imagines

*Harry’s POV*

I don’t know why this time was any different from the others. I had done this for 5 years. From the age of 16 this is all I have known, touring, performing and spending endless nights in the tour bus and at different hotel rooms. This was my life, my career and my dream. So why is it that now I am feeling so panicked about being away from home?

For the last hour and a half I have been locked in the tour bus bedroom, curled up in a ball on my bed and taking in short, sharp breaths that did little to satisfy my need for oxygen. I was on the verge of a panic attack, on the edge of falling in to a complete state of hysteria while I attempted to catch my breath and bring myself back to sanity. The boys were still out, they had gone to dinner hours ago, offering me a place at the table but I had turned it down. I wasn’t hungry and hadn’t been for days, the most I had eaten was a bowl of soup and even that made me feel sick. The boys had noticed that something was wrong but they were yet to say anything.

As the first tear slipped down my cheek the door of the bus was loudly thrown open and three distinct voices broke my silence.

“Harry?” Louis called. I said nothing.

“Mate we brought you back some food if you are hungry” he said, as someone closed the door and another kicked off their shoes. They would find me in a minute. They would come bundling through the door into the bedroom and find their friend curled up in a ball on his bed, his cheeks tear stained and his voice hoarse.

“Harry?” Louis said as he pushed back the door to the bedroom and blinded me with the sliver of light. He was quite for a moment, observing my breathless form before he placed the bag on the floor and came to my side.

“Mate what’s wrong?” He asked, crouching down beside my bed and tilting his head to the side. I never understood why people did that, tilt their head to the side when someone in front of them is upset or hurting. How does it help? Do they think that by changing the angle of their head, the thoughts of their upset friend will suddenly become clear to them, like writing on a wall? Or is it sympathy? I wasn’t sure.

I opened my mouth to speak but instead let out a soft hiccup before the tears started to fall faster. By now Liam and Niall had walked in as well and were standing behind Louis, looking at me with worried eyes and folded arms. They stayed quite.

“I-I don’t k-know, I j-just feel s-so down and sad all t-the time” I said, the sentence broken up by a series of hiccups and soft sobs. I sniffed and wiped a hand across my cheek, catching several falling teardrops in the process but they were quickly replaced by fresh ones.

Louis looked at me with furrowed eyebrows and a frown on his lips. He breathed out and sighed before speaking.

“It’s because of her isn’t it” he said, more of a statement than a question.

Her. My Y/N. Of course it was because of her. My girl was left behind, I left her behind at home while I jetted off across the globe, living the life so few would ever be able to experience. But I had never been away from her for this long. 3 months. 3 months with only phone calls, text messages and Skype dates to keep my endless longing for her at bay. But it isn’t enough. Nothing is. The only way I will ever have my longing for her fulfilled is if she is in my arms, lying beside me at night sound asleep while I gaze at her beautiful face. Sleep is easy when she is beside me. Breathing is easy when she is holding my hand. Living is easy when I have lips whispering soft ‘I love you’s’ when she thinks no one else is listening. But when she isn’t by my side, sleeping is impossible, breathing hurts and living becomes a chore. How can I exist when the only thing that keeps me alive is asleep in our bed alone. The time ahead frightened me as well. I had another 4 months of this. 4 months away from her. 7 months in total. It was almost an entire year. I would miss her birthday, Valentine’s Day and half of her holiday from university.

I began to sob harder.

The boys looked at me like I was a bird with a broken wing, they wanted to help but they didn’t know how. How could they, when even I wasn’t sure how to help myself. No one could help me now. No one but her.

*Louis’s POV*

I don’t think I will ever be able to understand what Harry is going through, there are few who will. It is rare that you find the one person you are supposed to spend the rest of your life with at such a young age. Yet here he was, my best friend, completely and utterly in love with an amazing girl. He has been happier since he met her, he smiles more, laughs more and generally just has a much more positive attitude towards life. That is, until she isn’t by his side. When they are apart his body grinds to a halt. All the joy that previously oozed from his every pore seems to be sucked away, replaced by a longing for the one person everyone knows he truly wants to be with for the rest of his days. I knew this was coming of course. It was only a matter of time before everything he had been bottling up exploded in a mess of tears, cries and silence.

I noticed it first a week ago, when he slowly started to lose his appetite. He would eat small mouthfuls of the food that was put in front of him but would push his plate away half finished, a disgusted look on his face. I took it personally at first, thinking he didn’t like what I had cooked, but when he started doing it with the meals he was making, I knew something was wrong.

I couldn’t imaging her doing any better. Harry was her lifeline, her guardian, her everything. I could picture her, lying in bed in one of Harry’s t-shirts, holding his pillow close to her at night as she fought to fall asleep, only to open her eyes hours later and sighing as once again, she would be subjected to another restless night. Harry was the same, tossing and turning in his bunk and sighing when his eyes refused to closed.

But we needed our boy back. We needed happy, well rested and complete Harry. Not tired, sad and hungry Harry. We needed our fourth member and there was only one person who would be able to bring him back.

*Liam’s POV*

Louis only had to look at me once and I knew exactly what what was going through his head. I nodded and he looked back at Harry. Niall patted me on the back and I excused myself into the living room of the bus, pulling my phone from my jeans pocket and dialling her number. I made sure to keep my voice down, this would only work if Harry didn’t know.

She picked up in 4 rings.

“Liam? Is everything ok?” She asked, her voiced laced with exhaustion and it was only now I realised the time difference, it would be 4 in the morning at home.

“Shit, sorry I didn’t even think about the time difference, where you asleep?” I asked.

“No”. She sighed.

“Listen, we need you out here, Harry needs you out here” I said, running a hand through my hair and breathing out gently. She sighed.

“Liam you have no idea how much I want to be there but I can’t with work, I need this job before I go back to uni in 3 weeks. I need the money”. She said.

“Y/N please. Harry is falling apart without you, he needs you here”.

“And you don’t think I’m falling apart without him? I can’t Liam, I need this money”.

“What if we gave you a job on tour for a couple of weeks? You could help Lou out with hair and make-up and that way you could be here with Harry and earn money at the same time”.

She paused.

“I don’t know Liam..”

“Please Y/N, he needs you”.

That was all it took for her to agree.

*Harry’s POV*

I was beyond concerned now. Y/N hadn’t been answering her phone for nearly 6 hours, I had called, text her and messaged her on Skype but each attempt when unanswered. She hadn’t even read my messages. There was a small part of me, deep down, that feared the worst. Feared that my girl had been taken away from me by some drunk driver. But then, wouldn’t I have heard from the hospital, her family, anyone? Someone would have called me, her boyfriend of 3 years. No. She is alive. That I am certain of. I just don’t know where she is, and that terrifies me.

I paced back and forth in the dressing room, the corner of my phone pressed to my lips as I waited in vain for it to ring, for her voice to flow down the line and for her to tell me that she is fine and I shouldn’t worry. But nothing. Six hours became seven, which then became 8 and by now, I was borderline hysterical. The number of unanswered calls had reached 100 and the texts were beyond count. Why isn’t she answering me? I would have cried if I had any tears left to shed, by I had run dry after last night. The boys sat with me for three hours while I sobbed and pleaded for them to get Y/N out here, only to have Liam inform me of what I already knew. She had a job, and university in three weeks. She wouldn’t have time to come out. That made me cry harder.

There was a knock on the door and I mumbled a quite ‘come in’, still packing back and forth and running my hands through my hair. Lou was going to have fun trying to sort it out for the show tonight.

Niall stuck his head around the door.

“Mate, Lou’s ready for you now” he said with a huge smile. I frowned at him.

“What you looking so happy about?” I asked, slightly jealous of his clear joy while my world was falling apart around me.

“Nothing” he said with a quick shrug before shooting me another smile and walking away, leaving the door slightly open. I sighed and ran my fingers through my hair once more, before heading down the hall to hair and make-up. I kept a tight grip on my phone, in case Y/N tried to get in contact.

I threw the door open carelessly and kept my head down, eyes cast on the ground, as I trudged across the room and sat in the chair. I looked at my phone once more. Nothing.

“Wow, what got you all in a huff” she said. But it wasn’t Lou. It wasn’t any of the stylists. It was a voice that had the power to build me up, break me down and have me a moaning mess within seconds. It was the voice of an angel. My angel. And she was here. My head shot up and I looked in the mirror, only to find my girl standing behind me with a hairbrush and hairspray in her hand, a bright smile adorning her perfect face. I was lost for words.

“So Harry, what can I do for you?” She beamed. That was enough, I was on my feet before the end of the sentence, the chair flung to the side and forgotten as I took my girl in my arms, holding her slender body tight against mine and I buried my face in her neck. She dropped the brush and hairspray and wrapped her arms around my torso.

“Oh god, oh god oh god” I mumbled into her hair, kissing her neck, her cheek the top of her head, everywhere my lips could reach I pressed a kiss.

“Oh god baby, I missed you so much. What are you doing here? You said you had work” I rambled. She pulled away and looked me in the eye, her arms keeping a firm grip around my waist.

“Liam gave me a job as Lou’s assistant for the next three weeks, so I’m going to be here until uni starts” she said, her fingers gently tracing my cheeks and running through my hair. I closed my eyes in pure ecstasy. I moaned and pressed my lips firmly against hers. Our lips moved together until we were interrupted by the door opening. The boys popped their head around the door and smiled at us. Louis winked.

“You can thank us later” he smiled, before they disappeared again and closed the door.

Y/N and I laughed before he lips were back on mine.


I am too tired to proof read this, if there are any mistakes I’m sorry.

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Can we get a bus houseplant?

This is a one shot that a wrote based on a post that @phanconcept posted. Here’s the finished version, hope you like it.

It was a Friday evening and the tour was in full swing. We were travelling to Kentucky to perform in Louisiana and I was glad that I had only fallen off the stage once (well, sort of glad). The nerves didn’t get to me as much as the tour progressed and I became more confident while performing.

I was sat by the window in our tour bus bedroom, looking out of the window and watching the world rush past my eyes. I was surprised that I had been able to stabilitize my car sickness for so long but I still wasn’t risking it so I sat by the window for most of the journeys to and from theatres, watching the houses and hills roll by. The sun was setting so it made everything outside look better.

I had started to get a bit homesick and the trees and plants the sides of the roads weren’t helping. I missed Poe and my other houseplant so much. Yes, they were plants but they were sentimental to me. I turned my head to see Dan sat on the bed a few metres away from me, scrolling through tumblr on his laptop, occasionally mumbling under his breath about how bad the wifi was. He had just finished straightening his hair so that there was no hobbit to be seen, his yeezy jumper hung from his frame and his grey joggers with black socks completed his look.

“Hey Dan?” I said as he lifted his head up to face me. “Can you believe we’ve been on tour for nearly a month? I’m starting to miss home, especially the plants. Can we get a bus house plant?” I asked.

Dan chucked slightly as I looked back out of the window.

“We are not getting a bus house plant, no way Phillip. There’s not enough space in here as there is. And I really can’t believe that it’s nearly been a month either. Everything’s gone so fast. But time is just an illusion though so it doesn’t bother me as much.”

I gave Dan a death glare as he sat laughing quietly to himself on the bed.

“Way to ruin it Dan.” I sighed as I pulled myself away from the darkening window and laid myself next to my boyfriend.

“Look Phil, I’m just stating the facts here, if I have an existential crisis, you can blame me.” He chuckled.

“You’re the worst person in the world.” I replied as I leaned my head onto Dan’s lap, letting his gentle fingers dance along my scalp. I sighed happily as he placed a kiss into my hair.

Moments like that I could savour forever. Everything peaceful and calm. Being with the one person that puts a smile on my face daily. Doing things that I love. Having everything taken care of and nobody bothering you. That’s the best feeling in the world and I wished that I could savour it forever.

“You love me really.” Dan replied.

“Sometimes I wish I didn’t though. I just can’t say no to you.” I smiled.

I tilted my head up as my gaze locked with Dans. I sat up slightly and leaned towards his lips.

“See!” He smiled contentedly as I carried on leaning until my lips pressed against his.

The kiss wasn’t quick or rushed, it was gentle, us both taking our time and the rest of the world becoming oblivious. It was just us in that moment and that made everything better.

We pulled away as my forehead rested against Dan’s.

“I love you.” I smiled.

“I love you too.”

I let out a small yawn as Dan giggled beside me.

“Go to sleep Lion.” He hummed into my ear.

I curled up on Dan’s body as his arms coiled around me, holding me into him and keeping me safe.

“Goodnight Phil.” Dan whispered as I smiled into his chest, shutting my eyes and letting my dream roll through.


 ضيّ (Light)- A short Egyptian independent film (English Subtitles)

Film synopsis from Tropfest: A young girl whose brother [family] disapproves of her dress is then harassed on a bus. Later, in her bedroom she feels wistful and sad. She notices the clock ticking and then, feeling the warmth of the sunlight through the window, hopeful thoughts transport her to a faraway place by the sea.

The film was a finalist at Tropfest Arabia (2013) festival and the actress Tuqa Mcawi تقى مكاوي won the award for “Best Female Actor”. Tuqa Mcawi is also the vocalist of the Egyptian - Alexandria based band Aqsa Alwasat أقصى الوسط. An excerpt of their song “Enti أنتي” can be heard at the end of the film. 

one direction // preference // when a bandmate has a wet dream about you
  • harry: the tour bus was his only bedroom for the entirety of the tour, so he was constantly hearing all the noises that the other boys made in their sleep. after he got off the phone to you, he had crawled into his bed and closed his eyes, even though sleep felt like it wouldn't come. he was about to check his phone for the time when he heard a few moans and groans coming from the bed across from him. he couldn't help but grin, pulling back the curtain as he heard niall let out another moan. but his smile dropped as soon as he heard your name fall from his lips. instantly he got up, ripping back niall's curtain and jolting him awake, 'don't tell me you're dreaming about fucking my girl, you prick.'
  • zayn: all of you were sitting backstage hours before the boys' concert. you were curled up in zayn's arms, liam asleep on the armchair in the corner. the rest of you were chatting quietly when a soft grunt from liam caught everyone's attention. everyone chuckled as he let out a soft moan, moving his hand to his crotch. zayn rubbed his jaw, shaking his head before stilling as liam groaned your name. he furrowed his brow as everyone lost it laughing - which caused liam to wake and look around frantically. 'might wanna go change your boxers mate.' zayn muttered, 'and get the image of my girlfriend out of your head.'
  • louis: after harry had moaned your name in the middle of his sleep, louis sent you a text to ensure that the two of you weren't sleeping together or anything. and you weren't, but it was no lie that harry had always had a little bit of a crush on you - despite the fact that it was clearly louis that you were dating. louis sent a text that told you that he would be dealing with harry since his wet dream was clearly about you, before he moved over to the curly-haired boy and sat down, letting out a weak laugh, 'having fun there?' louis asked, shaking his head, 'mate, if you ever moan my girl's name in your sleep again, i will kill you.'
  • niall: it was zayn who had said your name as he roused from his wet dream, quickly excusing himself from backstage as his cheeks heated. he disappeared into the bathroom, niall chewing on his nails as he waited for zayn to return. the whole room was quiet for a moment before niall finally spoke, jaw rigid and his tone definitely not radiating happiness, 'so, are you sleeping with my girlfriend?' he asked, to which zayn furrowed his brow and shook his head, 'then why are you fucking dreaming about her mate? you've cum in your pants over my girlfriend.' niall shook his head and left the room, harry moving after him to try and calm him down, while zayn felt the embarrassment resonate through him.
  • liam: when louis reappeared from the bathroom after changing his boxers, he moved over to harry and quickly bragged to him about the dream he'd just had about you. liam, who wasn't all that far away, heard every word. he made his way through the tour bus and pulled louis up by his shirt, pressing him to the wall as he gritted his teeth, 'i'll forgive you for the fact that your mind imagined my girlfriend doing whatever the fuck it was in your dream, but don't you go bragging about it. she is my girlfriend, and i don't fucking want to hear what your little fantasies are when it comes to her.'