I mean come on, we hunt monsters. What the hell? I mean, normal people, they see a monster and they run, but not us. No, no, no we-we search out things that want to kill us, yeah, huh, or eat us. You know who does that? Crazy people.
dating draco but being in different houses would include...
him thinking you look cute in your house colours
“give us a twirl, babe?”
“you just always look so good in y/h/c.”
him giving you gifts in your house colours
him talking about your house more than you
your favourite colour is green because of him
and his favourite is y/h/c because of you
him secretly being ok with you not being in slytherin because he thinks you’re too sweet and kind-hearted
but he also really likes the idea of you in a slytherin uniform
you always sitting with him at the slytherin table for breakfast, lunch, and dinner
and holding hands under the table
and snape being ok with it
but everyone who isn’t friends with you and draco doesn’t like it
you being such a proud y/h, and draco loves that about you
him sneaking into your common room in the middle of the night to cuddle with you and make up for the time you didn’t get to spend with each other earlier in the day
and this happens every night
having a secret knock so you know it’s him
holding his face and kissing him at the door every time he comes in
“i like it here, it’s a lot nicer than our common room.”
“…you’re in it.”
and draco insisting that you never try and sneak into the slytherin common room because he’d rather him get caught than you
you both secretly wishing you were in the same house so you could be in the same common room without having to sneak around
snape knows but doesn’t say anything because he secretly thinks it’s really sweet
but one time he gets caught by mcgonagall and you spend all night waiting for him to show up
and he feels super super bad about it but you assure him that it’s completely fine and understandable
some of the slytherin girls that like draco use your house to make fun of you out of jealousy
but draco shows them and you that it doesn’t matter what house you’re in because he loves you no matter what
“y/n, babe, you know it literally means nothing to me as to what house you’re in. i love you so much, please stop worrying about it.”
and he knowingly kisses you in front of all the jealous girls
and none of the boys who like you in your house even think to look at draco because they’re scared of him
thinking about him whenever you see something with colours similar to slytherin
you sometimes wearing his slytherin robes because you know he likes it
and you like it too
“i mean, it’s a little big on me, but i think it looks good. what do you think?”
“are you wearing my robe… and tie?”
“sorry, you want me to take them off…?”
“for merlin’s sake, no.”
him cheering you and your house on for quidditch matches
and you doing the same for him and slytherin
both of you getting disapproving looks from your house mates when you do it
but you don’t care
as he’s the slytherin prince, you’re known as the y/h princess
both being the best of friends since first year even though most people didn’t like it
when you first started going out everyone thought it wouldn’t last, the main reason being you’re in different houses
but you’ve been together so long it actually made other students more confident to be in relationships with people from other houses
“dray, see that cute hufflepuff-slytherin couple holding hands over there? they came up to me earlier and wanted to thank us for giving them the confidence to tell their friends they’re together. isn’t that lovely?”
“not as lovely as you.”
him remembering how happy you were when you were sorted into your house
both of you finding it silly that eveyone makes such a big deal out of it
but it makes a good joke from time to time
the other two houses that have nothing to do with either of you are sick of hearing about you
all of draco’s friends thinking you’re really chill
and, as well as him, they don’t care that you’re in y/h
you prefering his slytherin friends to your few y/h friends
blaise teasing draco by saying you’re a ‘slytherin at heart’
but you don’t mind it because you have a secret love and fascination with the house
but blaise goes on to ask draco ‘what’s it like to f**k a y/h’
“it’s… just… shut up, blaise.”
you secretly wanting him to answer
“no, draco, what’s it like?”
you wearing his green scarf in public
mainly because he wanted everyone to know you were together
you feeling bad for him because of the slytherin stereotype, because he seems really mean and spiteful to everyone else, but to you he’s the sweetest, loveliest and most generous person ever
you always reassuring him that being in slytherin is a good thing
because it is
being the only person in your friendship group who’s not in slytherin
you joking around and using his house traits to flirt with him
“quite the bad boy, aren’t you, malfoy?
“you certainly know what you want, don’t you, draco?
“going to show your ambition and kiss me, or what?
“you slick, cunning, little flirt, draco malfoy.”
playing on it even more
“100 points to slytherin for draco malfoy being the cutest boyfriend ever.”
Things I learned you’ll actually need for your dorm after one year of college that you probably won’t see on pinterest
So, I recently finished my first year at college (which was definitely an adventure, and probably one of the best years of my life so far) and I’ve made a few mistakes, but none that couldn’t be fixed. For example, I really didn’t do adequate research as to what I’ll actually need for my dorm room because I was too busy fantasizing how I was gonna diy decorate my dorm room into a pinterest masterpiece. Anyway, I quickly learned my lesson.
Basically, your dorm room isn’t just for display. You live there. It’s gonna get messy, it’s gonna have to store a lot of stuff, and you’re not always going to have time to keep it in pristine condition because life gets crazy. But you can deal with it, I promise, and for all the new freshman prepping for their first dorm experience, I want to give some advice on how you can be prepared for what college life actually hits you with.
Alright, so I actually ended up being in a triple (so I had two roommates) which meant I had even less space than the average broom-closet sized dorm room and I had two people I had to get along with. Thankfully, we all ended up being really close and very considerate of each other, and I am incredibly grateful for it. We learned our lessons together, and this is the list of stuff we came up with:
1. Vacuum: Get a real vacuum, maybe a cheap one (not like a crazy dyson), but a real one. Not just a handheld one (like we had) because it won’t be enough. Girls shed hair. A lot. (especially three long haired girls like us) People might accidentally spill a bag of powdered sugar on your rug, or you might rip open a bag of cereal a little too vigorously, or, more seriously, you might break something like glass and you don’t want anyone cutting open their foot on a shard.
2. Swiffer: If your floor was linoleum like ours (that’s why we needed a rug, which I’ll mention later), then it will get dusty and dirty. Having a swiffer is just nice to have because once you vacuum your rug clean, you don’t want the dirt on the linoleum getting on the rug. Plus, it’s gonna a rain and there’s gonna be mud. It’s gross.
3. Brita filter: So my dorm was actually the absolute best freshman dorm not just because the people were amazing, but because we had sinks. IN OUR ROOMS. It is just so CONVENIENT. Anyway, I am fully aware that not everyone is as lucky as us and the only sinks will be in the bathroom. A Brita filter pitcher is nice to keep in your fridge because you can have fresh clean in your room at any given moment.
4. Trash can: We had three in our room for each person but they kinda ended up being shared based on location in the room, but yeah. You need somewhere to throw away stuff.
5. Plastic bags or just garbage bags: And not only do you need a place to throw away stuff, you need plastic bags or garbage bags for clean disposal. And trash piles up real fast in your tiny room, so you’ll need to replenish these bags very often. I learned from my mom that you always have a place to store your plastic bags, and so we had a designated plastic bag drawer where we kept all the bags from our local campus convenience store, or the drug store, or wherever. Trust me, it’s saved lives. (as in, barf bags)
6. Command hooks: So we had to bunk two beds and loft another to have enough room and it’s kind of a pain in the ass to constantly climb down to throw something out so we had a trash bag hanging from a command hook on my roommate’s lofted bed and yeah. That bag has saved lives. (same situation as above) Plus, you can hang hats, bags, towels, little caddies for your toothbrush off of these hooks and it’s just so nice because you don’t lose things.
7. Clorox wipes: Again, stuff gets gross, and you’ll unfortunately need to clean things (ie your mom doesn’t clean everything for you anymore). Have two packs stored because you never know.
8. Dish soap: Real dishes need to be washed well, or else you’ll get sick.
9. Sponges: For the dish soap. And the dishes.
10. Windex: For our mirror, which we wrote on with washable marker, and I killed ants with it too.
11. Storage for food: Something airtight so bugs can’t get to it, like a trunk. We also had mice sometimes go into our vents. And then into people’s rooms. They’re looking for a warm place to hide, and food. Don’t leave food out is the lesson. But also have food in your room! Our room was well known to always have food and its really nice when you’re staying up late and everything is closed.
12. Tissues: Freshman plague is so real. You will most certainly get it, and probably several times too.
13. Vitamins and medicine: Your immune system is gonna get a work out in college. Help it out with some vitamin C tablets. Have some tylenol or advil for headaches and aches and pains. And side note, if you’re really sick, just go to the health center, you don’t have to suffer through it.
14. Slippers: Get a comfy, cheap pair (because sometimes dorm hallways are gross, especially on the weekends) that you can wear all around your building and still be comfy.
15. Power strip: So much stuff needs to be plugged in and you definitely won’t have enough outlets between you and your roommate(s).
16. Printer: Okay, this seems a little unreasonable, but we were lucky because my one roommate had a spare one at home (how though??) and I have frequently said it is my favorite thing in our room. It has come in clutch so many times. But if you have a campus printer near you, or if its too expensive, it’s fine not to have one. But if you do get one, I would recommend getting one that is NOT wireless. University wifi doesn’t like you using other wifi (ie it won’t work). Get a printer that has a cable.
17. Plastic plates and forks: We have real dishes and silverware too, but plastic stuff is just easier clean up.
18. Rug: I almost forgot about this one.The floor gets cold and a rug also makes a room feel homier. You and your friends are gonna sit there and bond all that fun stuff, and someone might even sleepover on it (if they have a sleeping bag).
19. Chairs: So we actually didn’t have any other chairs other than the ones that university gave us for our desks and those are okay and everything, but some of our friends had these amazing, foldable, springy chairs that were so comfortable and also a lot of fun, and I am definitely getting one for my room next year.
Other things you might need but might forget (maybe?):
Make up wipes
Of course, this is not an exhaustive list, you’ll definitely need other things (like a fridge, microwave, sheets, pillows, decorations, etc), or see that you really don’t need some of the things I’ve mentioned. Honestly, do what you feel is best and good luck! I loved my first year at college! Like basically everyone, I had some trouble adjusting at first. I felt pretty lonely in the beginning too, but once you start going, things start to fall into place. I met some great people, had some great classes, and honestly, I’m going to miss my first year–even with all the excitement of being an upperclassman next semester.
I hope this helped and that you have just as great of an experience in your first year as I did–actually, even better!
April Fools’ Day… the Snowbaz possibilities are endless. Also: @snowbaz-feda looks great and everyone should go check it out
you do to him?’
girlfriend has followed me out of the dining hall, her hands on her hips and
her pretty eyes glaring.
know what you’re talking about,’ I say, arching one eyebrow, and it’s true; I
have no fucking clue what she’s on about, except that it’s about Snow.
Everything is about Snow.
isn’t your doing?’ Her eyes are still squinted suspiciously.
can’t take credit for whatever has befallen Snow, but I’d love to hear about
it.’ I pretend that I’m not worried. I tell myself that I’m glad if he’s hurt.
huffs. ‘Just stay away from him, Baz.’
going to be difficult, given that we share a room,’ I drawl. I suppose it’s no
use telling her that I can never get far enough away from him. (I can never get
close enough, either.)
serious. I know you’re enemies and all, but that’s just politics. If you break
his heart I swear Penelope will curse you so hard you’ll still be screaming
from across the Veil. Hell, I’ll even do it myself.’ She’s practically spitting
fire at this point.
what the fuck are you on about?’
and crosses her arms. ‘Simon broke up with me.’
I try to
squash down the hopeful feeling in my chest. It’s not like this is going to do
me any good. (Anything is possible). (No, not this.)
condolences,’ I say drily. ‘Or perhaps I should deliver them to Snow.’
up with me because of you,’ she
snaps. ‘Because of his feelings for you.’
me?’ I try not to let it show on my face. How fast my heart is beating. How
much I want this to be true.
don’t use this to hurt him,’ she insists. ‘That would be low, even for you.
Just leave him alone.’
I’m still stuck on the part where you said Snow has feelings for me?’ My voice
sounds too high.
well, so am I,’ Wellbelove mutters. ‘I mean it, Baz. Don’t hurt him.’
makes you think I can?’ Either Wellbelove is mistaken, or I must be hallucinating.
Snow can’t have feelings for me. Snow hates me. He thinks I’m every kind of
evil he’s ever known.
he told me,’ she says. ‘He says he’s in love with you, and I sure hope for his
sake that it’s not true. I know you don’t think I’m much of a threat but I
promise you, if you hurt someone I care about, I’ll fucking end you.’
I say. I’m not scared of Wellbelove, but the way she’s looking at me right now,
maybe I judged her too quickly. I want to tell her that she doesn’t need to
worry, because I’m so in love with Simon Snow that even on good days I think
it’s going to kill me, and all of this sounds way too good to be true.
it,’ she says, and turns to walk away.
I manage to choke out, and now that her back is turned, I let the mask fall.
I’m standing rooted to the spot staring after her with what must be a
completely shell-shocked look on my face and – Aleister fucking Crowley.
Snow can’t be in love with me. It’s impossible. It’s brilliant.
back through the door to the dining hall, and I see Wellbelove walk back to her
table, and I realise Snow has been watching for her to come back.
There’s something I’m missing.
she tell me that Snow has feelings for me, if she thinks I’m going to use it to
I remember. Today is the last day of March. And that means tomorrow…
I draw in
a sharp breath. It feels like I’ve been kicked in the gut. Fuck him. I fucking believed her, even if it was just for a minute.
Fuck him for doing this to me. I want to march in there and drag him out of his
chair and beat the living daylights out of him (I don’t. I don’t want to hurt
him). I want to break down and cry, right here in front of the entire school.
Natasha Pitch’s son, the vampire, a heartbroken, sobbing mess.
Maybe your head is unable to function after the many hours of crying into your pillow or maybe your heart is burnt out from the tsunami of emotions. For some reason, all words and social etiquette have escaped you, and you’re left dumbly staring at the blonde standing in front of you.
“Hey, (Y/N). Uh, we’ve never met in person, but my name is Sharon Carter.”
Ah – this is blonde girl who asked if you were okay right before you sprinted out of the Student Gov office. Your manners snap back into place and you hold out a hand. “Sorry I’m a little out of right now. You’re on Student Gov, right?”
“Yes. I’m the VP of External Affairs. I work closely with Steve.”
Steve’s betrayal is still very raw, your lungs feel like they’re going to collapse at the sound of his name. “Look, I don’t mean to be rude, but I’m not really in the mood to socialize,” you say, your voice low and strangled.
“Wait!” Sharon draws in a breath before letting it rush out. “Dot was lying about the carnations. Steve wasn’t playing a cruel joke, because he never sent the flowers to you.”
For @snowbaz-feda day 29. Baz takes care of Simon, and Simon accuses Baz of plotting.
I didn’t want to go off and kill them all, I thought I could
fight the beasts and chase them away, but there are too many of them and none
of my spells are coming out right and there are cuts across my body where
they’ve slashed me with their claws and I can’t. I can’t fight them. The sword
drops from my hand, the magic spills over, and I feel the explosion at the same
moment I hit the ground.
Snow barely makes it through the door and to his bed before he
collapses, his upper body slumped across the bed with the rest of him still
hanging off it, knees scraping the floor. I wait for him to heave himself the
rest of the way up, but he doesn’t move. I can smell blood, and his shirt is
torn in a few places.
I ignore the sensation of my fangs filling my mouth and
cautiously step closer.
There’s no answer, not even a groan, and he’s still not moving.
I take in the dishevelled state of his hair and the scars on his back, visible
through the tears in the fabric of his shirt, and I forget all about keeping my
distance and rush to his side. I grab his wrist.
There’s a pulse, but it’s slow and irregular, and he seems to be
struggling to breathe.
Up close the smell of blood is stronger, and I can see that he’s
unconscious. Whatever it was has seriously hurt him. He starts to slump back
towards the ground and I catch him with an arm around his shoulders. I try to
figure out how to move him onto the bed with the least physical contact
possible. In the end, I scoop him up with my other arm under his knees, and I
try not to hold him too close as I lift him up and gently lay him on his back
on the bed.
I take out my wand and spell away the tattered remains of his
shirt, dropping them onto the floor for him to deal with later. There are cuts
and wounds all over his chest, some bleeding quite badly, and his face looks
pale underneath all the blood and grime and he looks like he could be dead.
There’s a strange ache in the pit of my stomach, and I won’t pretend I don’t
know what it is. (It’s the feeling of seeing the one you love close to death,
and realising how close you are to losing him.)
I cast every healing spell I can think of, repeating them over
and over, until the scars finally start to shrink and the colour returns to his
jimin: hey jungkook, why don’t you come to my room when I tell you to? you’re so disobedient, what happened? jungkook: *comes to jimin and j-hope’s room every night* jimin: stop coming to our room every night it’s so annnoying! ><
interviewer: who do you want to go on a trip with? jimin: not jungkook, because he’d make me do everything >w< paper interview: who do you want to travel with and why? jimin: jungkookie! within the country though, it’s dangerous to go abroad with jungkookie~ ^^
jungkook, probably: so wtf do you want from me ._.
“Hi mom!” Your eight-year-old calls as she comes in the front door. She’s later than usual, only a few minutes but it’s enough to make you curious.
“Hi Sweetheart. Everything okay?” You ask as you swat one of Bucky’s hands away from the after school snack you’ve got waiting on the counter. He chuckles and catches your hand, pressing a kiss to it as your daughter comes around the corner.
“Yes mom.” She says, with plenty of attitude. One doesn’t become the daughter of you and Bucky Barnes without a little extra helping of sass. Even at eight you’re 100% sure that she’s going to be a handful at sixteen. She drops her backpack on the floor next to the stool she slides onto and reaches for one of the celery sticks when you see it. Blood on her knuckles.
“Ashley Natasha Barnes why is there blood on your knuckles?” You demand catching her wrist before she can hide the evidence.
“I beat up a bully after school today.” Ashley says it so simply you’d think you’d asked her what she wanted for dinner. You stare at her for a second until Bucky lets out a surprised laugh.
“Thats my girl!” He says giving your daughter a tight squeeze. “Hit em right in the mouth didn’t you? Cut your hand on his tooth?”
“Rookie mistake.” Bucky says with a grin, “No broken wrist means it was a straight punch and no broken thumb means you tucked it on the outside. Just like uncle Steve and I taught you.” You’re staring at your husband with your mouth slightly open and eyebrows raised. He and Steve taught her how to fight? He high fives her and passes her a few Girl Scout cookies from on top of the fridge. Not exactly the reaction you were looking for but it’s typical Bucky for sure.
Before you know it Bucky’s got Steve up on FaceTime and is telling him ‘the exciting news’ about your little girl’s fight. If it can even be called that.
“Mom?” Ashley asks softly.
“Are you mad at me?”
“I haven’t decided yet. Why don’t you tell me the whole story and then we’ll talk about it.” If she jumped straight into violence, yes you’re going to be a bit upset but if it was for self defense or to protect someone else it’s hard to be angry about that. Given who her family is, and one of her namesakes.
“Well Mark was being mean to Naomi. He kept asking her when she was going to go back to China. But mom, she’s not even Chinese!”
“Did you try to use your words first?” You ask patiently while attempting to ignore your husband whose now on FaceTime with Natasha.
“Of course I did mom.” She huffs after chewing her peanut butter slathered celery stick, “I told him to stop it because Naomi was born here so she’s from here just like he is. And he told me to make him stop it so I did.”
“I’m glad you stood up for your friend but I don’t want you getting into fights all the time. Leave that to your daddy okay?” She nods in agreement as someone pounds on your front door. You make your way over to it and open it, looking down at you is a rather large man who would be intimidating if you weren’t married to an Avenger.
“Are you Ashley Barnes’ mom?” He demands, his voice loud and angry.
“She assaulted my son.”
“Don’t you think that’s a bit harsh? She’s eight.” You say a hand on your hip.
“No.” He snarls taking a menacing step toward you, he’s glaring down at you looking more than a little furious. You stare up at him coolly then his eyes go wide and he takes a few steps back.
“Everything okay babe?” Bucky asks resting his hand on your lower back.
“Yea. This is Mark’s Dad. Apparently he’s angry about our daughter defending her friend.”
“Sh-she punched my son.” His bravado has wavered since Bucky has come into the room.
“Your son was being racist against one of our daughter’s friends. You know where they learn that.” Bucky says bluntly. Mark’s Dad sputters for a few seconds then he turns red, turns around and walks away muttering something about the fucking Winter Solider. Bucky chuckles lowly then turns you in his arms as he shoves the front door closed. “You mad?”
“No.” You answer honestly. “Where was I when you taught Ash how to fight?”
“Uh, during the girl’s weekend you, Natasha and Wanda had.”
“Is she any good?”
“Kid’s a natural.” He grins down at you, looking 100% proud poppa.
“Of course she is.”
Request: I think i already respuest something but i have another idea🤐😂 you and shawn hate each other so much (secretely in love but things that happened wont let you love each other) but your families are so close, you go in a trip together and because of some mistake you have to share rooms. in the middle of a fight, somehow you end having crazy passionate craving hungerly type of sex and you confess feelings ❤❤❤ LOVE U
A/N: I still don’t think I’m any good at smut, but let me know what you think :)
It was the weekend I dreaded every summer. I felt like some dumb, stereotypically angsty teenager, but I genuinely didn’t want to go on this family trip. While Muskoka was beautiful, it was also boring. All my friends were still in Toronto for the long weekend, while I was being forced to spend my time at a rented cottage with my family and the family of my parents’ friends.
The son of my parents’ friends was my age, which means you’d think after all this time being forced to hang out together we’d become friends, but in fact the opposite was true. Shawn was the scum of the earth, and the reason I dreaded going so much for what had become an annual tradition. It didn’t matter how good looking he was or how nice he was to his younger sister or the passion he put into his music, he was still an asshole. I felt my stomach drop when I saw him come outside with the rest of his family once we’d arrived at the cottage.
That’s why when Tom came along, I was so happy to prove her wrong for once.
No one will ever love you, she said. My “peculiarities” were too much to handle. That’s what she called them, my peculiarities. She didn’t want to acknowledge that it might be something real–not her daughter, not the daughter of Miss Orange County, 1980.
He first knew it when Potter was sitting with him during Potions in their eighth year. He could smell him, he could see the way his hands shook whenever he would work on a potions lab.
Seeing Harry Potter in all of his magical glory was really what helped Draco realize it.
“Draco,” Potter grinned one morning as soon as Draco sat next to him in Potions, “goodmorning.”
This confused Draco to no end. First off, since when were they on a first-name-basis? Secondly, he couldn’t understand how it could possibly be a goodmorning for him, considering he had to sit next to Potter and listen to his nonsense for an hour.
The portrait of his godfather explained the potion they would be brewing today, Pepper-Up Potion. Draco quickly sent Potter off to retrieve the ingredients from the cupboard at the back of the room, while he prepared the cauldron and the tools they would be using.
It was common knowledge that Harry Potter was not an excelling student in Potions, but Draco couldn’t understand why it took him five minutes to fetch the ingredients. He impatiently strolled to the cupboard to see what was holding him up.
As soon as he entered the cramped cupboard, he ran into the back of the one-and-only Harry Potter. He was having a hushed conversation with Theodore Nott. Once his presence was known, the talking ceased, and Potter grinned at him.
“Why, Draco,” he began, “fancy seeing you here.”
“Yes, fancy seeing me in my own class,” Draco rolled his eyes, “I came here to fetch the ingredients that you obviously couldn’t.”
He began to collect what he needed, only to notice that Nott had left. He required the “eyelashes of Hippogriff” which was on the highest shelf. Draco wouldn’t admit it to anyone, but he wasn’t particularly tall. He strained his one hand up, only to feel the pressure of hands lifting him up.
This was not a position Draco Malfoy wanted to be in, at the time, but he took the opportunity and grabbed the jar anyway.
Once he was on his feet again, he nodded at Potter who had rosy-tint to his cheeks, but was smiling nonetheless. Leaving the cupboard, he tried not to look baffled even as everyone (including Dumbledore who “coincidentally” entered Snape’s portrait at the time) looked at the duo as if expecting something.
As they arrived at their seats, Draco watched as Harry began chopping up a basil leaf. He saw his hair sticking to his face from the heat of the cauldron, and his glasses fogging up. Oh, Merlin. Draco knew it then.
Once he knew, he figured that the whole school was most likely in on the secret. Except for, newly-appointed, Headmaster McGonagall, actually. He figured this when he was inside of her office (which still smelled like Dumbledore, for the record).
“No, Mr. Malfoy. I will not change your rooming arrangements. We must enforce house-unity, and what better way to get through to the younger wizards than to place the eighth years in mixed-house dorms?”
Draco though of several different methods, perhaps even eliminating houses all together. He knew to keep his mouth closed, though, because the look in the woman’s eyes showed that she would not be convinced otherwise.
The wrinkles surrounding her eyes also showed that she was way past her expiration date, and he constantly wondered how she managed to avoid death. If I was death, Draco thought, I wouldn’t mess with Minerva McGonagall, either.
“I understand that, Headmaster, but Weasley constantly sneaks into the room in the middle of the night, no doubt from Granger’s room.” They ignored the chuckle Dumbledore let out from his portrait above them.
“I don’t see how a room-change will prevent that from happening.” She sighed these words out.
“It doesn’t matter to me if it stops, I just don’t want to deal with it.”
“Mr. Malfoy, I can’t ju-”
“No, no, I think the boy is right,” Dumbledore spoke gruffly from his portrait. You could hear the smile in his voice, “Perhaps, we should switch Mr. Weasley with Mr. Potter?”
Draco Malfoy couldn’t deny that he liked where this was going. What he didn’t understand was how Dumbledore caught on to his feelings for the messy-haired boy so quickly. Draco made a decision to hide his feelings better, because if old men in portraits could figure them out, he was sure Potter could.
“Now, why would we do that, Dumbledore?”
Minerva McGonagall was practically competing with Harry Potter to win the title of ‘Most Oblivious Person in Hogwarts’.
The sound of Dumbledore sighing was heard in the room, and Draco couldn’t help but agree with the man.
“Well, I’ll be going now. Perhaps I could get a few hours of sleep before Weasley comes into our room, only to leave again with Granger.” Draco spoke as he rose from his seat to leave the room.
With McGonagall’s complete lack of knowledge towards Draco Malfoy’s feelings for Potter, he assumed that maybe the school didn’t know. Maybe it was only Dumbledore. That thought alone made him feel a bit at ease.
Until the next day.
He was strolling down to the Great Hall that morning, only to be yanked into a corridor. Pansy Parkinson and Hermione Granger looked at him expectantly, as though he was the one that pulled them into a corridor.
“What?” He questioned impatiently. If their little chat was going to happen at this rate, he would miss the fried tomatoes.
“We think that you should stop acting oblivious, and just be with Harry.” Granger rushed out as Pansy nodded alongside her.
“I’m the oblivious one?” Draco said incredulously.
“Oh, you have to forgive Harry,” Granger waved his comment off with a flick of her hand, “he doesn’t get things sometimes.”
“I’ll have you know, I am completely fine with pining after Potter. Leave me alone.” These were words that Draco never thought he would ever say in his life. His father was writhing in his grave.
Draco now figured that, yeah, the whole school was probably aware of his problem. You would think that maybe someone would actually help him solve it, but he continued to talk to Parkinson and Granger about how this was all his fault for not taking action and winning Harry over.
The thing is, Draco isn’t a man of action.
So people knew, that is, except for Potter (and maybe McGonagall, as she tended to watch them closely nowadays, as though they would break out into a fight at any moment). Which was quite a nuisance really, because now here he was in the library. The Boy Who Lived was his only companion, completing a Transfiguration Essay, and he was burning with want.
Over the past few weeks, Potter had weaseled (no pun intended) into Draco’s everyday life. They played chess, went to Hogsmeade, and ate together. Draco was in no position to complain, but everyday he found that he craved Potter more and more.
The library was silent, except for the quiet sound of Dumbledore trying to make his breathing inconspicuous. All he smelled was musty, magical books and the boy next to him. He seriously wondered how a boy capable of defeating the most powerful dark wizard in the world could be so absolutely oblivious.
Now, for the record, Draco Malfoy was not an observant person, himself. He had only realized his true feelings for the Golden Boy a few weeks ago. Whereas, the majority of the school population had figured it out during their sixth year (according to Seamus Finnigan who explained that he and Nott have a bet going on how long it will take for Draco to cave into Harry. The bet has been running for over two years.). Draco didn’t understand how he could have gone for so long without thinking about Potter that way.
Harry Potter, however, was a different level of obliviousness than Draco had ever had the displeasure of encountering in his life. It was a wonder that the boy realized there was a nose-less man after him in the first place.
“What are you reading?” Potter turned to him and pushed his glasses up.
Draco simply turned his book to show Potter the cover.
“You know, you don’t have to stay with me while I finish my essay.” Potter smiled at him.
“Well, I can’t leave you alone, now can I?” Draco rolled his eyes.
“Don’t be daft.”
Potter casually toyed with a piece of Draco’s hair, and even though his face was set in a frown, it secretly drove him mad.
He and Potter continued to share light conversation. They covered news concerning Quidditch, their N.E.W.T.s, and the other eighth years. Draco found talking with Potter was quite easy. Their conversations drove late into the night, and Draco was still not fulfilled. Eventually, Harry decided he ought to complete his essay, and Draco finish his book.
Draco had yet to figure out what got him in this dilemma. He had half-a-mind to pin it on McGonagall and her attempts at enforcing “house unity” between the eighth years. If he had stayed with his fellow Slytherins in their chambers, he would have never noticed the way Potter’s hair flopped into his eyes. He would’ve been too busy restoring the Malfoy name to care about Potter’s matured voice. He definitely wouldn’t have noticed the way the boy’s eyes gleamed with determination as tried to complete a potion. He would’ve never realized what he’d known all along. Damn it, Minerva.
As Draco pondered over the absurdity of his situation, a light snoring from his side shook him out of his thoughts. Potter had fallen asleep on his parchment and the ink on his quill was beginning to drip. He looked so vulnerable and delicate lying there. The light pink of his cheeks, accompanied by the gentle rise-and-fall of his lungs shook something inside of Draco.
Draco thought quick about what one of Potter’s friends would do. Making a natural decision, he gently shook Potter’s sleeping form.
“Potter,” his shaking only resulted in Potter crinkling his nose and then recommencing his snoring, “wake up.”
Draco sighed and felt a bit bad for trying to awaken the boy. He had been working so hard recently. It was no surprise he was exhausted. So, Draco carefully scooped the boy up in his arms. Throughout the past year, Draco had grown slightly taller than Potter, whilst keeping his lanky form. He silently enchanted their equipment to follow them as he begun to walk to the Eighth Year Common Room. There weren’t a large amount of returners, and they couldn’t simply sleep with the underclassmen. McGonagall decided to place them all in the same quarters. This was also another attempt to promote the idea of house-unity to the younger wizards.
Draco tried to walk without running into any bumps. He narrowly avoided any disruptions that may wake Potter from his slumber. He would occasionally check to see if their possessed possessions were still trailing behind him.
Upon reaching the portrait of Sir William Arthur that hid their common room, Draco quickly mumbled the password. He tried to act as though he didn’t see the knowing look the man gave him as he entered.
Potter’s room assignment had been with Blaise Zabini, some Hufflepuff boy, and Neville Longbottom. Draco was sure they were asleep, but had no problem waking them up.
He knocked at their dormitory door, until a very frazzled-looking Blaise Zabini opened the door.
“I believe this belongs in your room.” Draco said gesturing to the boy in his arms.
Zabini rolled his eyes and moved to let Draco enter the room. It smelled like pine and there was only one untouched bed in the corner. He carefully set Potter on the bed, perhaps standing to look at him a bit too long.
He was met with a grunt from Zabini as the door shut behind him. Draco found his way back to his room with the Weasel, Finnigan, and Nott. There wasn’t even a shift in the room when he entered. Draco laid in his bed and thought about what mode of action he should take.
However, Draco wasn’t a man of action.
He knew this, and he doubted he ever would be. He fell asleep that night already accepting his Potterless future.
The next morning, he went down to the Great Hall only to notice Potter. He only ever thought of Potter these days. Today was the day that the ceiling had begun to snow and everyone was planning their plans for the break. Potter, however, sat and ate his fried tomatoes glumly. Draco didn’t understand why though, it was no secret that the boy would typically accompany the Weasel to his Weasel home.
He decided to take a seat next to the gloomy boy.
“It’s a wonder you were given the name "the Golden Boy,” Draco began, catching his attention, “what with your depressed persona.”
He watched as Potter laughed, and ignored how good it made him feel to bring joy to the boy next to him. Damn it, Potter.
“I wouldn’t be so "depressed” if you would have told me.“ Potter now sat with his chin is his hands facing Draco. Draco resisted the urge to straighten his glasses which were slightly crooked.
Once the words left Potter’s mouth, Draco didn’t know what he should do. He didn’t know how to respond to this situation. He looked at his nearby eighth years, and saw Neville Longbottom giving him a nervous thumbs-up. Pansy tried to hide her grin as she drank her pumpkin juice. Damn it.
"I didn’t think you wanted that,” Draco tried to speak as clearly as he could, given the heart-shattering circumstances.
“I think I know what I want better than you do,” the boy gave Draco a grin as his words sunk in.
“It’s not my fault you were completely oblivious to my advances.” Draco let a smile through. He ignored the way that the corner of Hermione’s mouth quirked up at his words.
“Advances? Draco, you won’t even touch my skin! Last night was the closest we’ve ever been, and I was asleep.” Potter threw his hands up and grinned.
“Well, I’m gentleman, and I have yet to even properly court you.” his eyes twinkled as he said this, and Potter’s cheeks were rosy with life.
Potter bit his lip before he spoke. Draco tried not to let his eyes focus on the action, or the way that Dumbledore inconspicuously wandered into the portrait behind them.
“You’re going to court me?”
Draco was suddenly a man of action.
“I don’t think your dad will be too happy with this news.” Potter chuckled and danced his hand closer to Draco.
“Well, he’s not the one doing the courting.” Draco gingerly played with the boy’s fingers.
“I should hope not.”
This was the second time Draco knew it. He knew he was in love. Potter did, too.
Preference "How they react to you being oblivious to sex noises coming from the other room"
(Yay for our fave thinking we’re innocent :3 Hope it is as requested and you all like it :) Gifs not mine/found them on google/credits to the original owners.)
Negan-When you’d innocently complain about the obvious sex noises coming from the other room, he’d burst out into laughter uncontrollably and just wonder if you’re being serious. He wouldn’t believe how oblivious you could be and scoot closer to ask questions that would slowly make you realize what was happening in the next room, only to smirk once you’d catch on and suggest some plans.
Daryl-When you’d innocently complain about the obvious sex noises coming from the other room, he’d at first not understand the situation as well, only to laugh as he’d catch on. He’d laugh so genuinely, you wouldn’t understand as to what you had said was funny but just smile to hear him that way. As he’d turn to catch you smiling, he’d ruffle your hair and just pull you in a tight hug, teasing you for being so clueless.
Rick-When you’d innocently complain about the obvious sex noises coming from the other room, he’d chuckle and just find the situation to be a rather funny one. He’d turn away to avoid laughing even more and just try to get you to go back to sleep, only for to get curious and repeat yourself, making him burst into laughter. Even more when he feels you shaking him to get him to speak.
Merle-When you’d innocently complain about the obvious sex noises coming from the other room, he’d think you were being sarcastic and turn to look at you in the eyes. He’d ask you to stop fooling around like that and start to jokingly accuse you of acting that way just to get his attention, only to gladly give it to you as he’d approach closer to press his lips to yours and start to touch you.
Glenn-When you’d innocently complain about the obvious sex noises coming from the other room, he’d be confused and would just nervously laugh. He’d wonder if you were being serious and start to ask you about it, only to let it slip up that sometimes you tend to make noises like that, making you self conscious and realize the situation.
Carl-When you’d innocently complain about the obvious sex noises coming from the other room, he’d realize how actually more mature he is then you and just smirk to himself. He’d then try to make you figure it out by giving you hints, only to end up getting to shy and just giving up. He’d turn away to try and get some sleep, only to end up blurting it out to you as you’d keep egging him on.
The Governor-When you’d innocently complain about the obvious sex noises coming from the other room, he’d give you a stern look and shake his head in disbelief. He’d bring you closer to him and whisper in your ear about how you need to stop acting so innocent with him around, as he’d gladly make you dirty. As you would still not catch on to any of it, he’d end up touching you, making you moan.
Abraham-When you’d innocently complain about the obvious sex noises coming from the other room, he’d clap his hands and shake his head, while laughing at you. He’d find it unbelievable that you would be this oblivious and would just be lost in his thoughts on how hilarious you were being, ignoring you as you’re shaking him to make him stop mocking you.
Eugene-When you’d innocently complain about the obvious sex noises coming from the other room, he’d explain to you matter a factly as to what was going on and who and who were getting it on. He’d prop himself up to look you in the eyes and just explain to you with a serious tone as to what was happening, embarrassing you rather quickly.
Ron-When you’d innocently complain about the obvious sex noises coming from the other room, he’d feel the same as you except he’d be rather pissed about it. He’d want you to get your proper sleep and think it was unfair for you to have to hear all of it. He’d reach to hold your hand and simply tell you to give him a moment, only to walk over and tell them to tone it down.
Jesus-When you’d innocently complain about the obvious sex noises coming from the other room, he’d think you were joking and get it on it with you with his comments, all while being sarcastic about it. He’d agree with you in a rather mocking tone, thinking you were saying all those comments just to have someone to talk to at night, not for once taking you seriously.
Dwight-When you’d innocently complain about the obvious sex noises coming from the other room, he’d think you were joking and smirk to himself, thinking he understands what you mean. He’d turn to your side of the bed and stare at you in the eyes, looking at you as if trying to make you understand the situation next door, only to end up chuckling and press his lips to yours, thinking this is what you wanted.
The Beatles filming Strawberry Fields Forever and Penny Lane at Knole Park, Kent on the 30th - 31st January, 1967 and 7th February 1967.
“I was one of the boys who cut lessons from Sevenoaks School to chase the Beatles around Knole Park, and stole a hammer from their brightly painted piano. It was a fantastic adventure for a 13-year-old, and the most worthwhile six solaces I ever got (and there were a few) duly came from Mr Sampson, waiting with the blue paper on our return.
“Word shot round that they were coming. I remember sitting in our form room in the Cottage Block at the end of break and we decided to run past Claridge House to the Knole drive. We were just in time to see a fleet of four black Minis with blacked-out windows racing into the park. There was very little security, a bobby or two, so we scampered after them on foot to the filming area behind the east wall of Knole House garden. I remember feeling as excited as I had ever felt, worrying a little about cutting school, but then thinking this may never happen again, so had to be done – I think they smashed up the piano after the filming, so the school kids who were there swarmed over the bits to find a souvenir.”
[Trevor Nicholson, chairman of Sevenoaks Rugby Club, Sevenoaks Chronicle via Kent Live, 21st January 2017]
Did a Dark Heresy game with a few friends and we had a Tech-priest (that’s me), a Psyker, and an Assassin. We had just killed a bunch of zombies and were attempting to move to the next room but people in the other room tried to come into ours and the Psyker panicked and blocked the door. After some brief shenanigans we hear a voice through the door.
Voice: uuuuhhh you guys can talk now? Earlier you were just kinda grunting…
Tech-priest: We’re different guys. We killed those ones.
Tech-priest OOC: Maybe I shouldn’t have told them that
After many many many weeks of me being gone, I’ve finally gotten the courage to write the finale of a story that I’ve had so much fun writing, and have had so much fun seeing you guys reactions to it. This story is now my most popular with the most notes I’ve ever gotten on a post, and I can’t thank you guys enough for always pushing me to be a better writer. Sad to end this one, but I have ideas in store for a new story, can’t wait to share it with you guys hopefully soon :-). Enjoy.
This day had to come. This day was bound to creep on us sooner. This day may not seem huge to some people, but it’s huge to me.
The last show of their first leg of the tour. Also known as, the day I’ve decided to go back home to my lonely, small, quiet home…all by myself.
When did I decide this? Probably about 5 hours ago at 7 am when I impulsively bought a plane ticket, while at breakfast with Luke, Ashton, and Arzaylea. While the couple talked throughout breakfast, Ashton kept nudging me and bugging me about what had me so fixated on my small screen, but he leaned over a little far at one point and gave an annoyed sigh before throwing his share for his own food and walked out of the eatery. Luke and Arzaylea still haven’t figured it out.
Now here I am, packing my things, the memories of the last couple of weeks with the boys coming down on me. I picked up a black and white stripped shirt that I wore the day of their 3rd concert, the one where Michael spilled a little too much water on me backstage after the show, and my bra peeked through; of course he didn’t seem to mind though. I then started placing the different colored bracelets Ashton gave me within the second week of tour inside a little pouch in my suitcase. They made me smile because they matched his, so I’d always have a little part of him.
Then it got to my lingerie and undergarments, many of which I wore when Calum was over. I held back tears, my throat becoming itchy, as I packed them deeply away underneath anything else I could.
I heard a knock at my door, and saw Ash standing there, leaning against the door still looking displeased.
“You know they’re asking about what happened at breakfast right?”
I only rolled my eyes. “Why am I not surprised.”
“I’m not telling them, you are.” He strode toward my suitcase and began taking out the nicely folded clothes and even took things out of the pouches. The room went silent when he saw the colorful bracelets, and even the same bra from that night when everything took a turn for the worst. He bent down and studied them both, the memories hitting him hard as well.
“After all these weeks, you still have these bracelets?” He questioned quietly. I only gave him a nod. “And this…I remember this little number…everything felt so right that night.” He smiled sadly at the moment that practically changed everything; the friendship, the relationship, his ability to forgive himself for one mistake.
“Well, at least for one person it did.” He threw it back down next to the bracelets and began striding out of the room. I took two big steps before pulling him by the cuff of his sleeve, stopping him.
“Don’t do that to me. You don’t get to be mad at me for the decision I’m making. So what if I’m leaving? So what if I don’t want to be here anymore? It is not my fault that because of my stupid mistakes I don’t want to be in a place where I am not welcome anymore Ashton. Sorry that you don’t have a choice. You’re a part of this band, these are your best friends and even though you’re having a fight with one of them doesn’t mean you can take it out on me because you can’t run away from it like I’m doing.”
“You’re being selfish. You’re thinking of only yourself. Which is exactly what Calum said the other night when you tried talking to him right?” Slap. Instantly my hand landed on his right cheek, making it head and hair whip to the side and cover his face. My breathing was heavier and louder, the feeling of my cheeks getting red growing. He turned his head back slowly, his eyes like dagger stabbing into my skin. I could just the anger dripping off of him.
“Y/N look…” he tried to sound sympathetic, but I only held up my finger and pointed it at the door.
“Just get out.” He knew he was defeated, and that he hit a spot in me that stung. Before I shut the door on him, he turned back slightly and whispered, “Just call me when you get there, please. I need to know that you’ll be safe.” I hummed in response, and shut the door, leaning my back against it.
Hiding my suitcase backstage behind a bunch of curtains was surprisingly easy. It was easy access, and since I would be leaving 15 minutes before the end of the guys show, nobody would really know that I had left. The only person I’d truly have to say goodbye to is Ashton since he was the only one that knew, or so I thought.
Arzaylea caught me at the snack table and tugged on my jacket, getting as far away from the boys as possible. I gave her a confused look, waiting for her to tell me what was going on since she looked so worried.
“Arz, w-what’s going on-”
“I bugged Ashton for hours about what went wrong this morning, and he finally told me.” She crossed her arms staring me down, while I was looked down messing with my fingers.
“Look, please don’t be upset with me-”
“Oh, you think I’m just upset. That’s rich. I’m more than upset with you Y/N. You’ve become like a sister to me, I thought you were stronger and had more integrity than you’re showing right now. You’re letting a stupid boy get in the way of you living your best life. You think you’ve fucked up? You think I haven’t fucked up either! This-this is all just so disappointing.”
“You have to understand that I’m miserable here now. There’s never a day that goes by anymore that I don’t blame myself for how things have laid out the past couple of weeks. I’ve only made things worst since being here, when I wasn’t even suppose to be in the first place!” I felt the water prickle in my eyes, but clenched my fists to help make it go away.
“If you’re mad because you feel like once I’m gone you feel like we’ll never see or talk to me again, then I can make a promise that that won’t happen.” She only scuffed, but in an amusing way.
“That’s partly why.” She pushed my shoulder playfully as we both smiled at each other.
“I’ll still text you, facetime you and call you. Just because Calum and I can’t get along great doesn’t mean I have to give up some of the best people in my life. I just have to…give him some space. It’s for the best.” I peeked over her shoulder slightly to see Calum biting into a green apple, water bottle in his other hand. I couldn’t help but shutter at the veins popping out of his neck and how defined his jawline got when it jutted out to eat the piece of the apple. It’s the simple things Calum did that got under my skin.
Arzaylea pulled me into a tight hug then pulled back to smile at me, and proceeded to do what most girls do with their best friends, take a snapchat. She pulled up a funny filter to get me to calm down and smile, but after the picture was taken, something slimy and runny was piled on top of my head.
Arzaylea and I jumped back from each other as some of it did get on her too, then we turned around to find Nia with a smirk holding the big plate that was dead center of the snack table that was labeled “Spaghetti.” The crew and everyone stopped doing whatever they were doing, and watched to find out what was going to happen next.
“Nia what the fuck!” Arz yelled, wiping off the bits of tomato sauce that was now on her clothes and hair.
“She deserved it.” She came up close to my face, trying to intimidate me however I held my ground and stared her right back down.
“That’s for making Calum break up with me.” She chuckled. “You think he’d really eventually end up falling for you? Oh girl, you’ve got it so wrong. He told me all the awful things you’ve done to him, but don’t worry, I fucked all the bad feelings out of him.” Before I could hear another word, I pushed past her walking fast toward the curtain where my suitcase was located. Sure, I’d have to wait in the airport for almost 2 hours, but I couldn’t stand to be in anybody’s presence anymore. I felt an arm tug me around, and the same husky voice from before rang through my ears.
“Y/N what are you doing, you can’t leave now!” He yelled in my face.
“Ashton! Stop trying to make my decisions for me. You may love me but you don’t know what’s best for me.” His grip instantly loosened and I took the chance to take my arm from his hand. “Now let me go.” And grab my suitcase hoisting it up from the ground and running toward the back exit.
I didn’t see it, but I left Calum standing there with his food now sprawled across the floor at his feet, a dumbfounded look on his face, and for the first time in a while, an aching heart.
The last show of this first leg of the tour was thrilling and exciting, but once my body left that crowd of energy and happiness, reality snapped back into me, and all my confusion and frustration came out of me when I chucked my water bottle at the nearest wall, and it exploded everywhere. Michael’s soft voice could be heard right behind me, telling me to calm down and to not take my anger out so aggressively like that because who knows, I could’ve hit a person instead.
“Look, I know MIkey, I’m sorry…I just-I’m so confused right now.” We both plopped down on the couch in our dressing room, my hands coming up to my face.
“What did Ashton mean by ‘you can’t leave now’ when he was talking to Y/N? And what was in her hands when she was running away…”
My hands came down from my face, hoping and praying I’d see a laughing MIchael after that statement. It just couldn’t be true. But after a few seconds had passed, he continued to nod his head, as if he was still trying to make the situation seem real.
“She left Cal. She went back home tonight. Ashton told me before we went on stage tonight. He couldn’t tell you because he knew it would only distract you more. He just doesn’t want to keep making you mad mate, he cares for you so much even after everything.” His hand came up to my shoulder giving it a friendly squeeze. My chest sank lower in my chest trying to piece together just how bad everything had gotten, my life outside of the lights and music, was falling into shambles.
“I need to go make up with him first.” Michael smiled and agreed, both of us quickly grabbing our stuff before heading out. He informed me that Ashton had drove straight to the hotel we were staying at right after the show ended, and that Luke and Arzaylea were spending some time together tonight out and about. We headed straight after to him to patch things up. Even though that was the first thing on my mind, I was secretly hoping Y/N just might be there.
We raced up to the elevator and impatiently waiting until it reached our floor, only to find Ashton just closing his door as if he was leaving. I ran up to him and tackled him in a big hug, his weight leaning against mine to stop us from falling. I was holding him so tight the indents in my arms were showing through, and my hand veins were popping out.
“Ash, ash I’m so sorry for everything dude. You come before anyone else and I shouldn’t have blamed you for everything happening.” We pulled away and he smiled so big his famous dimples showed, and the crinkles near my eyes accompanied my own smile.
“Cashton, always man.” And we did one of those bro handshakes, Michael leaning against the hallway wall watching this beautiful moment unfold. My eyes slowly drooped after things quieted down. Ashton could read my mind, and his arms reached out to gently rub my shoulders.
“So, she’s really gone?”
“I just got off the phone with her. I raced back here to see if she’d still be here but, no luck.” I shook my head in disbelief, disappointed in myself for being as stubborn as I was and almost losing my best friend, along with the girl of my dreams. “Her plane should be taking off soon, I’d say text her Cal. She needs to hear from you that you at least don’t hate her.”
“But that’s the point. I don’t hate her at all, I feel so strongly for her, more than I ever thought I could for someone…” Michael came behind me and leaned his head on me sighing. The weight of her gone now upon all of us. The atmosphere seemed different, the vibe between all of us was still off, as if the Earth was off its axis and everything seemed…wrong.
“Why don’t we get some rest now guys, we’ve worked hard these past couple of weeks. Let’s enjoy these next few days before our next leg? Am I right?” We all agreed and they decided to walk with me to my room and stay the night, just so we knew that we were all there for each other if one of us needed something throughout the night.
As we entered the room, I walked in first to see a familiar jet black sleek suitcase sitting next to the door. My eyes widened and I looked up to see Ashton holding back a small grin, jutting out his chin, telling me to go see what I was already thinking. My legs quickly carried me past the small curve of the room into the bedroom, seeing a small Y/N sitting crossed legged on my bed in the first t-shirt I ever gave her to keep when I wasn’t around her, my Maine t-shirt.
She stood up upon hearing my loud strides and the shirt fell to just above her privates, her hair disheveled and her makeup slightly streaky, like she had been crying.
“Calum…” her voice croaked. I looked back at the boys, watching them in awe as Michael’s face lit up at the sight of her, Ashton looking proud. And they both walked slowly out of the room, leaving us alone.
“They told me you left…” I said in disbelief.
“I couldn’t…I couldn’t do it, I couldn’t get on that plane and fly away from you, not without fixing things first.” She walked closer to me timidly. I had to bring her closer, so I pulled her in by her waist, wrapping my large hand around the back of her head and placing it underneath my chin, my other hand tightly wrapped around her waist. My breathing became heavy, my heart beat racing, my head filling up with euphoric memories.
“You’re-you’re heart is beating so fast Cal…”
“It’s because it’s happy to be close to you again.” She pulled away to look up at me, her eyes glossy once again, a happy yet sad look in her eyes, as if she didn’t know how to feel in his moment.
“Y/N I am so sorry for never letting you have a chance at explaining things to me, or never giving you a chance to speak and finish your sentences. And I’m sorry that it took me so long to realize it and that it took you almost leaving for me to realize that I never stopped feeling for you. But I promise if you stay, right here, with me, you won’t ever have to go through something like this again. We could have the love we’ve always wanted.” I pleaded. Without hesitation she reached up and brought my face to meet hers, her lips lightly pressing the softest kiss we’d ever shared. I couldn’t help but deepen it, feeling her smaller frame pushed up against mine again. We rested our foreheads against one another as she brought her hands to rest on my chest, lightly rubbing her thumbs over the material.
“I wouldn’t have ever called this love before.” Gesturing to the past complicated relationship we had.
“What about right now?”
“It’s the only word I can use to describe it.”
YAY IT’S FINISHED. I was going to add smut but this alone took me 3 hours so I’m extremely tired you guys ;( request smut though if you want it! Again, thank you so much on the love for this story! I put up a ‘would you rather’ post so if you could, please look at it and tell me which story you’d like to write next. Btw GGMOW will be up soon as well!
Summary: Sent on a mission with Bucky, you’re a stripper, and he’s your client. What will come of this?
Warnings: Language, mentions of nudity.
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Undercover missions with Bucky usually go over without a hitch, but those missions don’t usually involve being a fake stripper, and Bucky being your newest ‘client’. It also doesn’t help that I want this man to fuck my brains out.
So, you could say I’m a little nervous.
“Alright, (Y/N) and Bucky, you get the gist of the mission right?” Bucky nods at his best friend, Steve.
“Yeah punk. Get in, find the sex slaves, free them, and capture the sex trade bosses.” Bucky leans back in his chair.
“And make sure (Y/N) doesn’t get captured or worse.” Steve almost has to remind him that I’m going with him.
“Yeah, I know. I won’t let anything happen to her.” I know I probably didn’t need to blush, I just can’t help it. He seems to notice it, and throws a wink at me.
I look down towards my hands in my lap, like they’re the most interesting things I’ve ever seen. I hear a soft smack, then a grunt and it peaks my curiosity enough to make me look up. Bucky is rubbing the back of his head, and Steve is giving him that ‘disappointed dad’ look. I can’t help the laugh that escapes my lips. They both look back up to me, a soft smile on both their lips.
Steve comes over to me, wrapping his arm around my shoulder.
“Be careful out there, (Y/N).” What did we ever do to deserve Steven Grant Rogers?
“I will, Steve don’t worry about me. Besides, I got Buckaroo over here to keep me safe, right Buck?” He rolls his eyes, he hates the new nickname I’ve given him.
“Not if you keep calling me that.” I laugh again, standing out of my chair.
“I’m going to go finish packing, I’ll meet you at the quinjet in 1 hour Bucky.” He just nods.
In my bedroom, 30 minutes later, and still don’t have any idea what I should wear. Nat took me out lingerie shopping last week in preparation for this mission, and I still don’t know what the hell to wear. I don’t need all 30 suits, but I can’t pick just one, they’re all so cute. Pulled out of my train of thought to the sound of someone banging on my door, I walk up to it.
“Coming!” I yell, jogging up to the door. Opening it, I’m met with Bucky. Figures. He’s in black jeans, and a white button up shirt with the top few buttons undone. He looks fantastic. Don’t be fooled though, he’s still packin’ under those clothes.
“Hour’s almost up, doll. Havin’ troubles?” He walks past me, into my room. I don’t mind though, after all, he’s about to see more intimate parts of me than really anyone ever has. Might as well get used to it.
“I guess you could say that, I don’t know which ones to pick.” He chuckles, and looks over the selection of lingerie I have laid out on the bed. He picks up a hot pink little number, and lets out a low whistle.
“Damn, lingerie sure has changed since I can remember them.” I laugh.
“I’m sure you saw a lot of lingerie , Mr. Barnes.” He turns to look at me, raising an eyebrow.
“Was that sarcasm, doll?” He walks up to me, almost predatory. I gulp, shaking my head.
“N-No, I was just kidding.” He laughs, his head rolling back.
“Oh, (Y/N) You’re so easy to scare.” He pats the back of my head, before grabbing several different sets of lingerie and throws them in my over night bag.
“W-Wait, I still don’t know which ones I wa-”
“You’ll look great in any of them, doll. Don’t worry.” Blushing, I follow him outside to the jet. Cap sends us off, and it’s just us once again.
“Aren’t you nervous, Buck?” I find myself pacing back and forth. He turns to look at me from the wheel.
“No.” I don’t know if that simple response was supposed to make me feel better, but it doesn’t.
“What if something happens, Bucky? I could be raped, beaten or killed, or all three.” He sets the jet on autopilot and walks over to me, cradling my face in his hands.
“I won’t let anything happen to you. As long as I’m alive, I will protect you.” My face heats up, but a smile comes to my face nonetheless. THAT answer makes me feel better.
“Now go change, put the pink one on, I liked that one the best.” I nod, turning my back to him, but feeling his eyes on me. I just peek at him over my shoulder.
“Sorry, I won’t look.” He goes back to the wheel, leaving me to change in peace.
No turning back now, but with Bucky by my side, I know everything will be alright.
We’re a few hours into our mission, and I’ve already seen the poor slaves they keep hostage. Bucky is out in the audience, and we’ve discovered he’s quite popular with the ladies. I should have known he would be, have you seen him? He tries to keep focused on me, all while keeping the girls occupied, don’t want to seem too interested in me.
One of the hosts goes up to Bucky, and I find my breath hitching in my throat.
‘Have we been caught?’ Bucky whispers something to the host, and points at me. As I’m up on the stage, dancing in nothing but a tiny bra and a g-string, the host calls me down off the stage.
“Oy! Candy! Come down here baby, we have a guest who would like your services.” Cany is the name they gave me, and I can’t wait to be rid of it, I don’t like feeling like nothing but a piece of meat for hungry, desperately horny men. I’m an Avenger for God’s sake, I shouldn’t be stripping.
Swaying my hips off the stage, I walk towards Bucky, who has taken the temporary alias Christian McNealy.
“Candy, baby. This is Mr. McNealy. He has requested the full servise, you know the drill.” I nod, leaning on the wall and smiling at Bucky.
“I know what to do, boss. I’ll take real good care of him…” Walking over to Bucky, and straddling his waist. He smirks and puts his arms around my waist. Boss is still standing there, making sure his customer is happy, so we have to play this to full expectancy.
Bucky smiles, “You gonna take off this pretty little number, sweetheart?” He throws in a brooklyn accent with his acting, although I bet some of it really isn’t acting, as he IS technically from Brooklyn.
“Mmmm, I’ll do whatever you want me to do, baby.” Reaching behind my back and unsnapping the puny bra, I throw it over my head. My large breasts finally springing free. I am so humiliated, embarrassed and I feel like crying. I never wanted Bucky to see me like this, not like this. Especially with some pervert watching. I can’t let that show though, I would after all rather it be Buck than some other guy I don’t know. Buck pulls me towards him, my breasts pressing against his chest, I guess to shield me from this guy’s wandering eyes. He presses his mouth against mine, our first actual kiss together.
He runs his hands up my back, and kissing me deeper.
“Alright, kids. You two enjoy each other now. You have an hour and a half, Mr. McNealy.” Buck grunts in acknowledgement. After he leaves, and with the press of a button, any cameras that could be watching are disabled, he helps me off his waist, handing me my catsuit he kept tucked in his shirt somewhere. It can be hidden pretty well. Already clad in what I wear in under my catsuit, I throw it on, Bucky handing me a gun and a knife.
“You ready to finish this, doll?” I nod, and we proceed to put an end to this nasty man’s fantasy life.
Mission success, as we figured it would be. The man was honestly so stupid he didn’t see it coming at all.
Steve clears us, and we make our way to our rooms…way too soon if you ask me. I feel like there’s an elephant in the room and I want to address it.
Bucky and I share a floor with Steve and Sam, so at least we’re going to the same place. Once we’re in the elevator, I turn to Bucky.
“Look, Buck I-” I’m cut off when Bucky slams the button that stops the elevator and he pushes me back against the wall, lifting me and kissing me hard on the mouth, my legs going around his waist.
“Fuck, (Y/N) I’ve been wanting to do that for so long…:” He speaks after he pulls away, licking his lips.
Staring into his eyes, I find myself smiling and wrapping my arms around his neck.
“Oh God I’m so glad I’m not the only one who felt this..” He chuckles, holding me close to his warm body. He presses the button to start the elevator again. Setting me down, he looks into my eyes.
“You’re beautiful, (Y/N).” He leans down to kiss me again, but before our lips touch the elevator door’s open and Sam, Nat, Tony and Clint are standing there, smirking.
“It’s about damn time!” Sam crosses his arms, smiling at us.
“So it took her getting naked for you for you to realize you needed to speak up, huh?” Natasha picks on Bucky and he rolls his eyes.
(Shut up, Romanoff)
He pushes past everyone.
“Excuse us, we have a lot of time to make up for.”
Leaving to his bedroom, we hear a choir of ‘ew’ and ‘gross’
Okay, so maybe this mission wasn’t so bad after all.
“Are you sure you
don’t want to come out tonight?” Ashton asked me, we were currently in our
room, me studying for an upcoming test and he was getting dressed for a
“Ash, I told you,
I have to study for this test” I told him, I didn’t even look up from the notes
I was trying to copy from my friends. “But I want to see you all dressed up” he
whispered. Ashton came to lie on the bed with me and he wrapped put a warm hand
on the bottom of my back.
“Ashton, you’ll be
late and I’ll fail” I told him, I pushed him off of me with no avail. He was
obviously stronger than me, he placed a kiss to the side of my neck, I giggled
at the feeling and turn my laptop away. “Come Y/N you know you want to” he told
I turned to face him
and put my hands on his shoulders, he pulled me closer and just as we were
about to kiss, a loud honking was heard and we both jumped. “Don’t drink too
much okay baby?” I asked him. Ashton looked in my eyes, gently kissed me on the
lips and whispered “of course, I’ll be safe” he said.
It took 3 more
minutes and a few honks from Calum, but eventually my clingy boyfriend was out
the door and on his way to a Halloween party.
Studying was going
as well as you’d imagine it would, I had netflix playing in the background and
studying was getting away from me.
instagram Y/N: Well hello to you too Y/B/F: Just do it, and don’t get too mad
attention was on what she said and I checked instagram. I wasn’t notified in
anything, and nothing out of the ordinary was popping out.
Y/N: What am I
looking for exactly? Y/F/N: Halsey’s page
Now I was getting
worried. It was Halsey’s party that Ashton went to, and just because she said
that, I was worried now.
She posted a lot
from her party, and I found the one that Y/F/N was probably talking about. It
was Ashton and here, standing pretty close together and the caption was nothing
but rows of hearts.
My blood started
to boil, I was never the jealous type, I mean, Ashton and I had a lot of trust.
But this was crossing the line.
But no answer, I
waited around 30 minutes and tried again, but the same thing.
Knowing him he
probably didn’t do anything, but I was getting nervous, he usually answers
within 2 minutes or less. I was letting this get to me and I just went to grab
the bottle of vodka.
what can I mix with this to get me very drunk” I whispered to myself. The only
thing that really popped up was to mix it with diet coke. Luckily we had some
and I started to play the American Horror Story drinking game.
(I don’t condone drinking, but I also can’t stop you)
Within 2 episodes,
I was already shit faced off my ass. I started checking instagram once again,
and once again I saw that damned photo of Halsey with my boyfriend, fans were
tagging me in it and trying to start drama between us or something.
asked as he walked through the door, his costume was all ragged and he was
either drunk too or my suspicions were just confirmed. I turned my head to look
We had shared eye
contact, I took a large swig of my alcoholic coke and turned back to my tv
“What are you
still doing up?” He asked, he came to sit with me on the couch, and he place an
arm around my shoulder. I was still pissed at him, so I turned off the tv and
the lamp I had on beside me and walked out of the room. Leaving him in the
wrong? What happened?” He asked me, as I settled onto the bed. “Oh I don’t
know, why don’t you just go out with Halsey again?” I asked him, my words were
answer me, he just grabbed my drink, took a sniff of it and threw it on the
carpet. “How drunk are you?” He asked calmly, but I knew he was mad. “The
carpet!” I shrieked, I stood up to go get a rag but he gently pushed me on the
bed, hovering over me.
“How drunk are
you?” He asked again. But I wasn’t drunk enough, usually when I’m over my
limit, I can’t help but get the giggles. I was just mad and I reached up to
slap him, but he caught my wrist in time.
“What are you
accusing me of?” “I saw Halsey’s post, you really think I’m happy about that?”
I asked him, “nothing happened. I saw what she posted and I asked her to take
it down before leaving. I came back for you, I always come back for you” Ashton
He pulled me close
and started kissing my neck, my eyes fluttered closed but I remembered I was
supposed to be mad at him. “Ashton, fuck off” I whispered, “let me show you,
that you’ll always be the one I come back to” Ashton said.
May as well, let
him show me how much I truly mean to him.
Ashton grabbed my
hips and lied me farther on the bed, his oversized shirt was torn off me
immediately and I was left in nothing but my panties. “Such a dirty whore
aren’t you” he asked me, but I was too caught up with his warm hands trailing
overtop my breasts and traveling my body.
He slapped my
breast when I didn’t answer, “you love this. Tell me you love this or I swear
to god I will stop” “I love this Ash. I’m your dirty little whore” I told him.
My panties were
the next to go, and without any warning he plunged two thick fingers in my heat
and his opposite hand rubbing harsh figure eights on my clit. “Oh my fuck” I
moaned, my back was arching from the immense pleasure I was receiving.
“Fu—Fuck” I kept moaning.
moving” Ashton told me, his voice was rough, and my drunk state told me to just
ignore him. I started letting my body move as much as it wanted to. “Alright
fuck this” he said.
He left me, and I
could cry at how fast he ripped his fingers from my heat. “What are you doing?”
I asked, “you need to stop moving” was all he said.
Ashton walked to
the closet, came back out with 3 belts of his. ‘How long have you owned belts?’ I thought to myself.
“What are you
doing with those?” I asked, but he didn’t answer. Instead I was tied up by my
wrists with one, and my thighs were separated.
beautiful you look” He whispered. “Ash, please fuck me” I told him, “you think
you deserve that? After you got drunk and accused me of cheating? You think you
deserved to be fucked?” He asked, I just nodded my head furiously.
I was so
frustrated, I was basically dripping onto our sheets and I couldn’t do anything
to relieve myself. “Please Ashton, I’m sorry for what I said, please, just
please fuck me” I moaned.
“This is just so
pretty” he said, I noticed that he was completely naked now, and had his phone
in his hand. “What are you doing?” I asked, the flash went off and he threw his
phone across the room. “That’s a keeper” he said.
Next I thing I
knew, he lined his dick up to my entrance and was just running his head up and
down teasing me. “I hate you so much” I whined out, I was getting sick of all
his games. “I know you do, but you need to learn darling” he said.
He leaned down to
kiss me and as soon as our lips, he roughly penetrated in me. It was so much,
that I arched up from the pleasure, it actually kind of hurt, but it was
“You like that
don’t you?” Ashton said, our bodies were quickly getting sweaty from how fast
he was going. “Oh my god, Ash I love it so much” I moaned out.
Ashton leaned to
capture my lips in a heated kiss once again and was massaging my breasts at his
pleasure. I couldn’t do anything but enjoy this and I was absolutely living.
It seemed with
each thrust he was going deeper and deeper and eventually I started to feel my
orgasm build up.
“Ash, I can’t last
any longer” I moaned.
He took that as
his cue to remove his hand from my breasts and starting rubbing my clit again.
I couldn’t even
fight it anymore, my body was shaking from all the pleasure. A string of swears
left my mouth as my orgasm took over my body, and Ashton made sure that I was
done before he released inside of me.
He quietly untied
me and tucked my exhausted body into bed. “Ash?” I asked quietly once he joined
me. “Yes Princess?” He asked, I grabbed his arm and placed it around my body.
“I’m sorry for getting upset over it, I know you’d never do anything like that”
Tears formed at my
eyes, Ash knew how sorry I was by now.
He kissed my head and grabbed me closer. “It’s alright, I know how you get when
you’re drunk. I forgive you and I’ll take care of your hang over tomorrow
alright?” He asked.
I nodded my head
and laid my head on his naked chest.
At least I got
some good sex out of this.
A/N: Holy shit I suck at smut, hope the two anons enjoyed it though