had this set in my mind all day at work


I’m crazy into black dusty backgrounds, the mother-son dynamic of Princess Leia and her son and Daughter lyrics … So I combine that shit.

Free Dessert? Hell yeah ~ Jack Maynard

Characters: Jack x reader x Conor

Word Count: 1417

Summary: Where two lovers fake a proposal to get dessert and it goes viral. This is based by the new viral tweet.

Requested: “One where you and Jack make a fake proposal to get a free dessert but a fan sees and videos it so they can share the the cute moment and everyone freaks out thinking they’re actually engaged.”

Note: I broke into my best friend’s house last night because she forgot to leave the door open for me, while she is at work. She died when I told her I climbed through her bathroom window😂

Jack sighed, setting down his editing on his laptop. It was Saturday night and he had the worst week of his life, nothing was going right. From meetings, to cancelled meetings, to running around after the boys, to filming videos and lastly, not seeing you for a week in a half and not speaking to you in four days. 

All he wants is to be with you. He knows how stressful you have been; he loves that you’re doing a major in photography but he hates that you stress yourself so much out with it. He also knows that you have an exam coming up and knows you won’t be sleeping because you have to get everything perfect, the smallest of things would make want to start over again.

It wasn’t until he watched someone fake a birthday, that he could the best idea ever. 

Scrambling up to his feet, he glanced at the clock seeing it was only six, if he planned this out perfectly he would get to yours around ten to seven depending on traffic. Taking a shower, dressing in his best clothes and grabbing his keys, he was out the door by half past and already on route to your apartment.

As reached your apartment he heard Conor’s old album playing around the apartment, he remembered the day he asked you why you listened to it and you said, “The faster I do my art, the faster I can stop listening to it.” He couldn’t stop laughing when you said that and never fails to tell that story when he’s with the gang.

Stepping into the apartment, Jack closed the door and made his way into the living room. He leaned up on the door frame, smiling loving at his girlfriend who was dancing and singing softly to Royalty around the living room picking up photos and placing them on black boards.

“As much as I would love to stand here watching you all day, we my crazy baby are going out.” Jack spoke up, an amused look on his face watching you jump around to face him with your arm in the ready to attack.

You slowly put your arm down and pulled Jack into a hug, “I’ve missed you so much.”

“I missed you too.” Jack mumbled into his girlfriend’s hair. “But get dressed up fancy, we are dining like King and Queens.”

“Why?” You mumbled looking up at Jack,

Jack grinned unwrapping his arms and stepping back, “We need some fun. So get your cute little ass in that room and put on that sparkly red dress, do your make up and let’s go. The meal is booked for eight.”

You nodded your head and made your way to you room but stopped turning your head over your shoulder, “I’m not crazy.”

Jack’s laugh echoed the flat, “You were going to attack me with a photograph.”

Glaring at him, you stomped into your room where a little smile on your face appeared on your face from hearing Jack chuckling to himself.

45 minutes later you waltzed out of your bedroom doing a twirl for Jack who was making camera noises and gasping. Laughing you turned to face him with a smile on your face, “How do I look?”

“Fucking beautiful baby.” Jack smiled, the look of awe pure on his face. “Do you have a fancy diamond right by any chance? I have a little plan for tonight.”

“Aren’t you suppose to buy the ring, if you’re going to propose?” You teased with a smile but took off into your room to get a ring.

“When I buy you a ring, you’re going to know about it.” Jack smirked holding his hand out for the ring.

“Oh? Will I?” You smirked back. 

Jack just laughed grabbing your hand and pulling you out your apartment, “Why do you need this ring anyway?”

“Want to get some free dessert?” 

“Free dessert? Hell yeah.”

Jack has been relaxed and smiling the whole entire evening and he notice he and manage to make you relaxed and happy. Which is all he had wanted to come out of this meal, to make you happy. 

As you got up to the toilet, Jack called the waiter over and told them about the proposal and just like Jack wanted they offered him a few desserts, which he could not say no to.

By the time you got back to the table Jack was grinning like a mad man, you smiled and sat back down in front of Jack with a questioning look. “Why you looking at me like that?”

“Time to get our free dessert.” Jack whispered before getting down on one knee. Your hand flew to your mouth in fake surprise, as people around the restaurant gasped.  

Jack smiled widely looking directly into your eyes, “Y/N Y/L/N, you are my love of life and I couldn’t think of anyone else to spend it with. Will you marry me?”

Tears welled up in your eyes as you nodded your head, holding your left hand out so he can slide the ring on your finger. Jack stood up and kissed you lovingly as the restaurant clapped and cheered for you both. As Jack broke away from the kiss he whispered against your lips, “When I propose for real, it will be ten times better than this.”

Laughing you pulled back smiling at the couples and families in the restaurant as Jack thanked them all sitting back down. The waiters came towards your table congratulating you and handed you a bottle of champagne and gave you some dessert with “Congratulations” on the plates.

As you were eating Jack looked up towards you with that cheeky smile on his face, “I told you it would work.”

You smiled at him, “I’m glad we did this, I need this. Thank you.”

“Why don’t I go pay and me and you will take this bottle of champagne home and have a night in bed?” Jack smirked at the blush raising on your cheeks while he got up to the bar to pay.

When you and Jack walked into his apartment you both didn’t expect to be tackled onto the fall by the older Maynard screaming at the two of you. “You’re engaged! I’ve been waiting for this moment since you started going out two years ago!”

“Conor!” Jack shouted pushing his brother onto the floor getting up himself, then helping you up. 

“We aren’t engaged.” You laughed at the look of his face.

“Um, yes you are. The video of Jack proposing is all over twitter and Instagram, some fan caught you.”

You and Jack laughed to yourselves as you walked into his living room. “It was fake Con, we did it to get free dessert and to have fun.”

“You proposed to get free dessert? Are you fucking stupid? Why not say it was your birthday?” Conor asked leaning against the door.

“Where’s the fun in that?” Jack asked smirking as he threw himself on the sofa, turning his head towards you, “Looks like I’m going to have to explain we aren’t actually engaged.”

You nodded, taking off your heels walking into his kitchen to get glasses. “We should wait till your next video, keep them guessing.”

Conor shook his head in disbelief at the two of you while Jack pointed at you, “This is why she’s my girlfriend.”

“Whatever.” Conor sighed making his way to the door, “Your both fucking crazy and when you propose for real, don’t expect me to excited for you guys.”

You and Jack heard the door slam before giggling to each other. That night you and Jack spent the time in bed watching films but mostly you spent your time talking about the future and you will always remember the words Jack spoke to you that night.

“When I propose, I will be damn if royalty isn’t the theme.”

Jack kept to his promise and Conor failed his. It was two years later and Conor was playing a music gig down on Brighton beach, he was in the middle of singing royalty. When he noticed you and Jack down the back of the beach, Jack on one knee and you screaming the word yes over and over again. He stopped singing for a moment too lost in what was happening before it all clicked, he started screaming and jumping on the stage like a fangirl but he swears he never cried.

Although, everyone saw him cry…

"Never go away"

Okay guys so this is my first fanfic which I have been writing for nearly 3 hours.. I hope you enjoy it ^_^

It had been a full day of essay writing for Beca and she’d been getting stressed with all of this work which she sure thought would be for nothing. She’d always wanted to become a music producer and work in LA. With that goal in mind she sat in the corner of the sports hall and put her overly large headphones on and tried to continue to edit the music for the Bella’s set but that was a hard job when Chloe kept bending over and showing off her ass.

The other bellas were all working hard on a routine that Chloe had been choreographing, she was determined to beat the trebles at regionals again this year. All of the girls were in groups, Flo, Jessica and Ashley and then Cynthia Rose, Lilly and Amy.

Chloe and Stacey had been trying to teach Emily to do the splits but so far the only splits had been in two pairs of yoga pants. This was going to be one of the last tries but Chloe wasn’t giving up.

“Ok girls, on three. One. Two…” There was yet again another rip.

“Oh shit” Emily mumbled. “How does this keep happening? Aren’t these meant to be stretchy?”

“Go and get changed Em” Chloe sighed “I’ll have a look at the routine again and maybe I’ll get Beca to take your place” she said jokingly.

As Emily walked out with Stacey’s hoodie around her arse, Chloe approached Beca who had her laptop balanced on her lap. Beca and Chloe had been dating for a few weeks now and were trying to keep it quiet among the bellas but with Fat Amy around, things weren’t going to stay quiet for long.

“Becs” she said “Beca!” The brunette jumped, her laptop almost falling off her lap.

“Jeez Chloe, give a girl a shock”

“Hmm, maybe later” the red head replied with a smirk. “I need your help. Emily’s split 3 pairs of yoga pants and I don’t think the store are going to let her buy anymore soon.”

Beca lifted her head and her eyes met Chloe’s. “So you need me to do what?”

“No need to sound so grumpy” the red head said as she sat down beside Beca and put her arm round her. “What’s up?”

“I’m extremely stressing over everything right now. My dad isn’t very encouraging with the whole music producing side of life. He’s happy to have a daughter in college who’s going to be able to earn loads of money and live independently. I hate it, he’d rather be with the step monster than help me get to LA.” She rested her head on Chloe’s shoulder and Chloe’s head rested on hers. “I’m never gonna do it am I?”

“Yes you will Becs, I know you will.” She squeezed her hand “No matter what your dad says, you’ve gotta do this for you and you only” Chloe lifted Becas head and brushed her hair behind her ears, planting a light kiss on her forehead.

“Guys! What are you doing, stop with the gay! we need a routine so I can kick Bumpers ass!” Fat Amy of course arrived at this moment. All the girls loved her, she was the big fat glue that held them all together. But at times she could get a little bit too…well too much Amy isn’t always a good thing. “Chloe come on, Emily’s back but says she’s not going to go into the splits again. And I’m tired so can we hurry this up”

The three went back over to the group, Chloe holding Beca’s hand and Beca not really wanting to be there at all. She’d been feeling distanced from the group and wasn’t too confident with Amy blurting out about the girls relationship to the other Bellas.

“Right girls, plan is changing slightly. Emily, you’re going to swap places with Beca and Amy you’re going to be grouped with Jessica and Ashley instead of Flo. Are we all okay with that?” All of the girls nodded, happy to continue practising. “We’ll give it another 20 minutes and then we’ll leave it until tomorrow”

Beca and Chloe split from the group and Chloe tried to explain how the splits were going to fit into the routine. “So after Flo has blackflipped i need you to go into the splits in time with Stacey. Do you think we can try?” Chloe trying to make eye contact with the brunette.

Beca seemed very distant. “Babe come on, this is all going to be okay…”

“Chloe you don’t understand.” She snapped “This isn’t okay, I have no idea what Im doing. My dad wants me to get this degree and I have no clue what I’m even studying” Her voice began to break. I can’t…I can’t do this". A single tear rolled down her cheek, this was quickly wiped away by Chloe’s thumb, she couldn’t stand seeing Beca hurt like this.

Chloe put her arms over the brunettes shoulders and rested her head on her girlfriends forehead. Chloe felt beca softly place her hands on her waist and heard a sad sniff coming from the brunette.

“Look, everything is going to be okay. I’m here.”

Tears now streaming down Becas face as her eyes met Chloe’s. The red head kissed her gently and Beca returned the kiss, her hands holding onto Chloe so tightly as if she was scared of losing her. “Chlo..” she said in a soft sniffling voice.


“Never go away”

Chloe pulled Beca in tightly. “I’m not going anywhere without you” she whispered in her ear. Chloe’s left hand holding her thin waist against her stomach and her right hand tenderly placed on the back of Becas head holding her close. “I’m always going to be here. No matter what.” She gave her a squeeze. Chloe lifted Beca’s chin and kissed her again. The girls both felt the rest of the group looking at them, they turned to meet the eyes of the Bellas.

“Well, like I said last year. Everyone loves a good Bhloe.”

The City, Chapter 2

Genre: Angst

Summary: Your two year long relationship has ended. With a new apartment and job you’re ready to move on from your relationship. But The City seems to have other plans for you.

Word Count: 3.0k

Warnings/Triggers: none

 Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

You didn’t sleep at all. Instead you spent the whole night unpacking boxes and trying to put your new place together. You even put together that stupid IKEA bed frame he tried to convince you not to buy. You only cried once in the three hours it took you to re-assemble it. You tried your best not to think about the first time you did. He had come over after practice with a bottle of wine because he knew that you would get frustrated. “WHY ARE THERE ONLY PICTURES. FUCK YOU IKEA IT SHOULDN’T BE THIS HARD!”, you shouted after your third glass. You were drunk and had been stomping your feet on the ground like a toddler. Namjoon had to deal with your pissed off neighbor because you couldn’t stop slurring your words.

This time it seemed like such an accomplishment. You didn’t need his help. You didn’t need him. You would be fine seeing him tomorrow. At least Jin and Taehyung would be there. That’s pretty much the only reason why you agreed to it. They were his bandmates but sometimes he was convinced they liked you more than him. You hadn’t really spoken to them or the rest of his bandmates since the breakup. You understood why, but it still stung a bit. They were some of your closest friends and Jin and Tae never failed to make you laugh and for that you were grateful. You knew that if things got uncomfortable tomorrow you could lean on them for support.

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Buck’s Girls.

A/N Okay so this is based on an idea from THIS POST, but it doesn’t go exactly as the  post does, so hopefully it doesn’t suck.

Warnings: well no… unless you consider the natural process of menstruation as something that needs a warning. All fluff!

word count: 2,284

“Has anyone seen Y/N? She didn’t come down to the gym at all this afternoon.” Steve looked around the room at his teammates, all of them there at the same time for once. The guys just shrugged but Steve could read Wanda pretty well. “Maybe I’ll just go check on her in her room.”
“That’s probably not a good idea, Steve.” Wanda peeked her gaze up over the book in her hands. “She isn’t particularly…. hormonally stable.”
“Oh, come on!” Stark shouted. “Do we really have to get detailed?”
“I can give much more detail for you, Stark.” Her eyes flashed red and Tony was quickly scurrying off to his lab, Bruce following quickly behind. “Men,” she scoffed.

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Took a lot of courage to do this, after looking at all the entries so far I wasn’t going to BUT My goal is to inspire, to motivate, to be of assistance when i can, to help people through their journey and make them feel the same way i did when i made my transformation and got my results. I have big goals in my mind for myself and for other people i will assist in the future. The fitness industry is one i am so glad to be a part of, i have made so many friends, had amazing opportunities and it’s only just the beginning. Many dreams of mine are coming true or will in the future as long as i keep working hard and keep my vision focused on what i want. That goes for ALL of you as well. Anything you put your mind to can be achieved, as long as you have the right mind set. I want to inspire and motivate and putting myself out there is one of the ways to do it. I’ve got nothing to lose, its a new month, a new season, the last day of the oxygen magazine cover comp so why not enter it. May not be the most professional photo but its real, unedited, natural and 100% me. I have come so far and still have a long way to go. I thank you all for your constant support and this is one opportunity i want to give a shot because WHY NOT!? Hope you’re all having a great day 😊 #Oxygirl #OxygenCoverGirlAU2015.
INSTAGRAM: @fit_healthy_you

2 Things

@ the anon 

I won’t be replying to anymore of your messages until you come off anon.

I don’t know what kind of answer you want from me, or what kind of solution you had in mind, but I’m only one person in a decent sized fandom.

@ everyone else

I head back home to the USA tomorrow! 

My semester in Rome is officially over and I have to fly home and work and save money and be an adult and all that fun stuff :( 

I won’t be back online for awhile, but my flight leaves in twelve hours and I should be getting back in the US at 6PM Eastern Time. You’ll see me back here in a couple of days, or you’ll see my queue if I can set one up in time.

Hopefully no new stuff comes out for The Golden Circle, but if it does, someone let me know! :D


What a nice surprise

Paring: Maria x reader, Natasha x reader

Anon request: Maria and the reader are in a relationship and one night Maria jokes about having a threesome with Natasha. She sees the look in the reader’s eyes and decides she’s actually going to get Natasha to have a threesome with them to surprise the reader.

There is no better way to cool down from an exhausted day than drinking wine and cuddling with my girlfriend of three years. I had a particularly hard day, I had to put up with idiot recruits that thought they knew everything already. They didn’t. One in particular questioned my qualifications in front of the avengers thinking she would impress them. It didn’t work. Steve gave me the approval and the satisfaction of kicking her out of the program. Before the girl could complain Steve cut her off saying no prospective agents should talk to a superior like that. That was the first time we ever saw Steve make someone cry. Steve then went on to tell the rest of the recruits if they defy another superior they will be kicked out as well. Maria got wind of what happened and when I got home she already had two glasses waiting.

“I just wish I was there with you so I could of knocked that bitch out for talking to you like that” Maria tried to comfort me.

“It’s alright honey watching Steve making her cry made up for it. Well that and I’m getting spoiled by sexy girlfriend” I held onto her inner thigh.

“Oh shoot and here I was going to suggest we ask Natasha to have a threesome with us. She’d have her way with you to make you forget about today.” Maria teased but a smile came across her face when she saw I was smiling at the idea of a threesome.

“Alright I think we had enough to drink get your cute butt in the bedroom. I want to you in every position possible tonight” I set my glass of wine on the coffee table and made my way to our bedroom.

*next day Maria’s pov*

“You look like shit Hill what’s wrong” I heard Natasha as she stepped into my office. She wasn’t wrong though, y/n kept me up all night. Not that I minded though orgasm after orgasm, I’m surprised I was able to leave her to go to work early.

“Thanks, y/n kept me up all night” I looked up at the redhead.

“You two never fail to amazing me, so she’s an animal in bed?” Natasha asked. I was thinking about my joke that I made about her joining us and y/n smiling at the thought.

“Yeah she is, actually your name popped up before we ripped each others clothes off”

“Really what were you two talking about” Natasha now sounded more interested.

“You joining us, y/n’s eyes lit up with the idea. strangely I kind of want to watch my girlfriend have sex with someone else.” Natasha smiled at what I said. “I think it’s great idea for you to join us by the way, seeing as you check her out when you think I’m not looking” Natasha’s eyes widened at the fact that she had been caught staring at her friends girlfriend. “I thought I would throw you a bone.”

“You know I would never try and get in between your relationship right? You’re like a sister to me and I don’t want to ruin it.” Natasha tried to reassure me.

“I know. I just thought if you had sex with her you will get it out of your system and stop checking her out.”

“Alight, I’m up for it. I’ll see you two at your place. What time do you want me there”

“Y/n gets out at seven so be at our place at six thirty to set it up for her” I looked up at Natasha who was looking at the ground and smiling.

“I’ll see you then and thank you for this.”

“Trust me thank you, this is going to win me points for being the best girlfriend ever. Try and wear something lace, y/n goes crazy when I wear lace.”

“Got it, I’ll see you then” Natasha spoke before leaving with a smirk on her face. I just hope I didn’t make a mistake in asking her to join us.

*later y/n pov.*

Exhausted from work I treaded slowly into my apartment. I just want to eat, hang out with Maria and go to sleep. Speaking of Maria, where is she?

“Maria?” I shouted as I looked for her in the kitchen.

“In the bedroom babe, I have a surprise for you” I heard Maria’s voice from the other side of the door.

“Maria I love you soooo much, but I’m really tired and-” I froze as i look inside the bedroom. Natasha in a sexy black dress her lace bra shown slightly.

“Hey y/n” Natasha stood up and walked towards me. Stopping only a few inches away and placed her hands on my shoulders.

“Hey Nat what are you doing here? Where’s Maria” I looked around and saw Maria appear from the bathroom in a red dress.

“Right here sweetie” Maria made her way over to me and kissed my lips. “I told Nat about what we talked about yesterday, you know the threesome and she is more than willing to join us. Right Nat?” I turned to face her and noticed her staring at my lips.

“Yes, I mean how can I pass up the chance to have sex with you y/n. You’re fucking hot, Maria is a very lucky woman” Natasha gaze never left my lips.

“And because I’m a good friend and girlfriend I thought we could make it happen. But this is a one time thing, I’m just sick of nat looking at you the way I look at you.” Maria replied as she started to unzip my uniform. “Go ahead and kiss her, I’m giving you permission.” With my hand around the back of her neck I leaned in and kissed Natasha. She kissed me back immediately and she pressed herself against me. Maria got behind me and started to remove my uniform as she pressed herself behind me. I reached behind Natasha and started to unzip her dress.

“Fuck Maria, y/n is an amazing kisser” Natasha reached behind me and Maria to unzip Maria dress as I started nibbling on her neck.

“I know” she let her dress fall as she unclasped my bra. I stepped out of my uniform and Maria started to slip my underwear off. “Let’s go over to the bed” Natasha pulled away as we all climbed on the bed. Maria took off her bra and underwear as sat against the headboard. “Y/n babe come sit between my legs” I crawled over to her and settled myself between her legs. I tilted my head up and to the side and kissed Maria’s chin before she looked down on me. Soon her lips were on mine as we felt the bed sink a little. Natasha now completely naked moved my legs so they were on top of Maria and started kissing her way up. I let go of Maria’s lips as I felt Natasha’s lips on my clit.

“Mmm” I began to run my hands through her hair enjoying the feeling of Natasha sucking on my clit.

“You like what she’s doing to you y/n, Nat circle your tongue around the clit she shivers when I do that to her” Maria suggested as she started playing with my nipples. I moaned my approval. Natasha did what Maria told her to do and I felt shiver down my spine.

“Ahhh yeah Natasha ! ! ! !” I gripped her hair tight as she pushed two of her fingers inside me “fuck, yes” I started to arch my back but Maria pulled me back onto her.

“I told you, fuck babe is she making you feel good” Maria started leaving hickeys on my neck.

“YESSS ahh fuck Natasha move your fingers faster” squeezing my eyes shut as Maria held onto me. “Ahhhhh fuck yes yes yes ahhhh Natasha oh my god ! ! !” I screamed as Natasha moved her head from side to side causing more friction on my clit as I rode my orgasm.

“Mmmm y/n that’s it cum all over Natasha, let her taste you” Maria egged me on. After a while Natasha came up and began to kiss me.

“You’re so fucking good y/n” just as she was going to kiss me when I moved

“Kiss Maria” I demanded and I moved out of the way so she was able to kiss her. It started out slow but then Natasha slipped her tongue in Maria’s mouth and it only got heated from there. I went back and forth kissing there necks and sucking their breasts. When the pulled apart they looked at me, they pulled me into a three way kiss. Our hands were touching each other as our breasts rubbed against each other. “Maria sweetie I want you to ride my face” I broke our kiss and smacked her ass.

“Oh god yes” I laid back down on the bed Maria swung her leg so she was hovering over my face. Holding onto the headboard she lowered herself until I hooked my arms around her thighs and lowered her completely. “Fuck y/n” Maria cussed at my tongue making contact with her core as Natasha spread my legs again. She moved herself so her slit was on top of mine. She started rocking her hips as she held onto my right leg.

“Ahh Nat” I pulled away from Maria briefly before attaching them again to Maria’s pussy and started to tongue fuck her. Heavy breathing and cursing filled the room as were getting close to our high.

“Y/n ! ! ! ! ” both Maria and Natasha said at the same time as they both came. I started to lick Maria clean as Natasha started moving faster determined to make me cum again.

“Natasha ahhh ” I screamed again as finally came. Natasha slowed down until we both came down from our high and then untangled herself from me. Maria soon got off me and laid down next to me.

“This was fun, thanks Maria for letting me join you guys” Natasha started putting her clothes back on.

“No problem Nat, this was fun”

“Yeah it was” I added on as I smiled at Maria.

“And you never know Nat maybe I changed my mind and you can join us again some other time, if y/n is ok with it”

“Ha you know damn well I’ll be ok with it sweetie”

“Just let me know when and I’ll be here in a heartbeat” after getting dressed Natasha walked back to us and pecked our lips before leaving.

“Did you enjoy yourself y/n” Maria ask

“Yes, you’re the best girlfriend EVER” I smiled at her.

“I know”

“What do you say we continue this though. I’ve had two orgasms and you only had one” I stated as I got on top of her.

“Oh yeah I’m more than ok with that” Maria smiled as we spent the rest of the night pleasing each other.

Cozy Night In - Bucky Barnes

Requested by anonymous. Part of the Autumn Fic Meme requests.

“Please Steve, any other day,” you said, looking at the captain as he worked on the training schedule for the upcoming week.

 "Why can’t you just reschedule?“

"Why can’t you? You have us doing something every single day. Can’t we just get one day to relax?” He sighed and looked up at you. 

“Do you already have something planned?" 

"Yes. But I’m not gonna tell you what." 

"Why not?" 

"Because you won’t want to now. And you’ll most likely tell Bucky. It’s a surprise.” He sighed and eventually nodded. “Fine. You can have Wednesday off." 

"Yay! Thank you!” you said, throwing your arms around him quickly. He sighed and hugged you back almost reluctantly.

“You’re welcome. Make sure you make it worth it for him.” 

“Oh, of course.” You ran towards the door, but then stopped and looked back at him again. “Promise me you won’t tell him I have anything planned.”

“My lips are sealed.”

“Thank you, Steve,” you said, running off once more to plan.

Wednesday finally came, and you were waiting inside your shared apartment for Bucky to come home. Even though he had the day off, he still decided to do some personal training of his own. Sitting on the couch with a glass of champagne in your hand, you waited patiently for him to walk through the door. The door creaked open, and a very sweaty Bucky walked in.

“Hey,” he said, smiling widely. “What are you doing?”

“I thought you and I could have a date night. Just have some time to ourselves to relax,” He walked into the living room and leaned down to kiss you.

“That sounds amazing. But I have to clean up first. I’ll shower and come back.” He stood up straight again but you grabbed onto his hand to stop him.

“Shower? Hmm, maybe you should take a bath instead.”

“Really?” he asked, a smirk growing on his face.

“Yeah. Maybe I’ll join you, too.” He grinned and latched onto your hand, pulling you up.

“That sounds even more amazing.” You smiled back and kissed him. He took your hand and led you towards the bathroom. After he shut the door, you watched his eyes widen as he saw the candles you had lit through out the room. He looked at you in amazement.

“I planned,” you said with a shrug. He shook his head in disbelief and smiled. He leaned in once more to kiss you as he started undressing. You helped him pull of his t-shirt slowly, and then he did the same for you. Every single time your lips were apart, you brought them back just a moment later.

“I love you,” he said quickly.

“I love you, too.” The two of you finished undressing and crawled into the bathtub together. Bucky’s feet were next to your thigh, while yours were in his lap. You reached across the tub to the toilet, where you sat a bucket of ice with a bottle of champagne. Awkwardly, you poured two glasses, making sure to keep the bubbles from spilling over the bath.

“Thank you,” Bucky said when you handed him his. You clinked your glass against his and smiled before taking a drink. “How did you plan all this?” he asked, running a hand up your calf. 

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, how did you set all this up without one of us having to do work or train?”

“I sold my sold to the devil.”

“Steve?” You chuckled and nodded.

“Yes. I begged him to give us one day off.”

“Really? Did you tell him what you had in mind?” You smirked and leaned forward, kissing Bucky again.

“No. That’s probably one of the reasons he agreed. I told him he wouldn’t want to know what we were doing.” Bucky smiled appreciatively and pushed some of your hair out of your face with a wet hand. He started laughing randomly and you looked at him in confusion.


“I’m pretty sure the last time I took a bath with someone was when Steve and I were kids.” You snorted and felt the bubbles of the champagne rise up to your nose.

“No way.”

“Don’t tell him that either.” You chuckled and shook your head.

“I won’t.” 

“Thank you,” he said, taking another drink of his glass. “And thank you for this amazing day.” You smiled back at him, but shook your head.

“This isn’t the only part of our date.”

“You’re full of surprises.” You wiggled your eyebrows and nodded, pulling him back towards you. 

After a long make out session, and your bath was over, you both changed into comfortable sweatshirts and sweatpants. Once you changed, a knock came from the door.

“What’s that?” Bucky asked.

“Another surprise. Just sit down,” you said, grabbing your wallet and walking towards the door. A pizza guy was waiting outside your door, and after you paid him, you brought the two boxes back into the living room.

“Two pizzas?” he asked when you sat down.

“Yeah, that way we don’t have to share.”

“Oh my god. I really love you,” he said, leaning over and kissing you again. “I don’t know how I’ll ever make this up to you.”

“If you kissed me again that’d work.” He grinned and complied. However, you pulled away again so you could eat. After taking a few bites, you stood up again.

“Babe, what are you doing now?”

“Shh, just eat your pizza. I’m playing your favorite movie.” He laughed and you smiled, popping the movie into the player. When you sat back down, Bucky threw his arm back around you. Relaxing into his arms, you rested your head on his chest. The movie started, and you both ate quietly. When you were done however, Bucky tilted your head so you could look at him.

“Thank you so much for this. I don’t know how I’m gonna repay you, but I’m gonna try.” You smiled and leaned up to kiss him. 

“You don’t have to.”

“I’m going to though, and I promise it won’t be as relaxing as this,” he said with a devilish grin. You smirked back and shook your head. 

“I think I can handle whatever you have in store for me.”

“Yeah?” he asked, getting closer to your lips.

“Oh yeah.” 

“Good,” he said, finally closing the gap between the two of you.

Earl Grey, No Sugar

There he stood, staring up at the tall building he might enter everyday. He clutched his briefcase, fingers tapping along the sides. He ran his hand through his hair one last time before stepping through the glass, double doors. His glossy, black shoes tapped against the marble floor as he paced towards the elevator. His demeanor screamed ‘nervous.’ Once the elevator arrived to the very top floor, he waltzed up to the receptionist’s office, and put on his infamous facade. “Hello, I’m here for an interview. 11:00 with Ms-” The woman standing next to the receptionist cut him off, abruptly. “L/n? Please, follow me. She’s expecting you.” The man in the silver suit followed, closely behind, attempting to keep up with her fast walking. He chuckled, “Really? She’s expecting me? I would’ve thought many were applying for this position. I assumed I was just a number, of sorts.” The woman he was following smirked, “Actually, Ms. L/n isn’t hiring anyone right now. We barely have enough building for the employees currently working here. However, she made an exception for you.” The suited man tilted his head, curiosity overwhelming him. “R-Really? She’s not hiring, except for me? I swear, she is very mysterious! When do I get to meet her?” The two stepped into a large office at the end of the hall. The woman guiding him turned around, taking off her blazer. “You already have.” 

She stepped around the room, over to her desk, which seemed much to large for a person as small as her. However, she commanded it like a ship and a sea captain. In fact, that was the perfect way to describe her. Small, but capable of powerful things. The man in question looked around the enormous office. There was a luxurious couch, a fireplace, a long table, he assumed was for meetings, and a very comfortable looking nook for writing. He looked back at the woman who was sipping a tea, staring out of one of the many windows. He coughed, stepping towards her, and extending his hand. “Hello, I’m-” “Draco Malfoy.” She answered, stepping past his peace offering and sitting in her thick, emerald chair. “I’m sorry I didn’t introduce myself until now, but I guess you know who I am, since you invited me here.” She drank the steaming drink, placing her blazer on the back of her chair. “Mr. Malfoy, I’m positive you are curious as to why I am accepting your offer to photograph for my newspaper.” He smiled, shyly, playing with the straps on his bag. “W-Well, yes. Might I ask how you know me?” The woman stood up, and began to walk around the room. “It’s my job to know, Mr. Malfoy.” He blushed, cursing himself for the obvious question. This interview meant the world to him. After the war, after Voldemort, after Potter, and after Hogwarts, Draco Malfoy had finally decided to live his own life. His father wanted him to be a prestigious member of the Ministry of Magic, and his mother wanted him to pursue a life of potions, but neither of them knew his true passion. During his years at Hogwarts, Draco had secretly partaken in the school paper. He was absolutely fascinated by moving pictures, and would only ask for a new camera, and film for his birthdays and Christmas. Of course, he received other things, but at the top of every pile during the holidays, was a small box with the latest photographic invention. Draco decided the one place he knew he’d fit in was the paper. He had dressed in his finest suit and worn his finest facial expressions, but nothing could trump the fact that his entire future came down the one woman seated across from him. She laughed, condescendingly, flipping through his portfolio. “Lot’s of pictures of trees, I see.” He smiled, pointing out a large oak in the Forbidden Forest. “Well, um, most of these were taken during my years as a school boy. See, my, uh, parents never supported my love of pictures at home, so I only had my school to practice. I attended Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, by the way.” She chuckled, “I know.” He smirked, “You’re right, it’s your job.” The woman sat back, looking at him with wonderment in her eyes. “You really don’t know who I am, do you?” He furrowed his brows, shaking his head. “I’m sorry, no. I know you are Ms. L/n, but that’s about it.” She narrowed her eyes, leaning across the table. “Let’s see. I know you know me, but how do I help you remember? Perhaps I’ll sing a song. You might know this one, since you came up with it.” She raised a brow, taunting him. “Mudblood, mudblood, can you even see? Can you keep your fat, lousy, four eyes off of me?” The woman who once had the nonchalant act nailed began to lose control, crunching her nails against the wood of her desk. Draco’s once squinted eyes widened in realization. Horror spread across his features like a plague. He, quickly, stood up, apologizing over and over again. The large room could only be filled with “sorry’s” and apologies. He, immediately, stopped when the woman raised her hand. “I don’t need an apology. I am not a biased person, what’s past is in the past. I only care about your talent, which as far as I’m seeing, isn’t much. I’m sorry, but-” Fear rushed into his eyes, his face quickly heating. “W-w-wait! Please! I have more! I have potential! Please, if I don’t get this job, I’ll have nothing! You have to let me do this, I’m begging!” She smirked, slumping back into her chair. “Did you ever surrender when I said please?” He gaped, staring at her wide eyed. “I asked. I was polite. I begged. What makes you so different?” He whimpered, burying his head in his hands. “Nothing.” The woman, who was once enjoying her afternoon as a sadist, sat up, confused. “Excuse me?” She saw his back shaking, lightly, as he murmered. “I’m not special. I’m still surprised you asked to see me at all. I’m guessing this was your revenge for years of me hurting you. B-But, before I leave, and never come back, take a look at my favorite. It’s the last one.” She scoffed, obliging. She flipped through the stack to the very last one. It was of a meadow, just outside Hogwarts, but if closely examined, a small figure could be seen. She looked deeply into the photograph, noticing the hints of h/c hair. She looked up at him, her e/c eyes glistening. “I knew who you were. I had to. After all, you were my first picture.”

He got the job.

His official employment began the next day. Miss L/n made it very clear that she would waste no time in getting him to work. Would anyone believe it? Draco Lucius Malfoy, the platinum child whose life was served on a silver, and emerald, platter would work. He didn’t mind, though. He relished the fact that he would be providing and working for himself. He was glad to, for the first time, do something for only him, and no one else in mind. He set his alarm for five thirty. Work started at nine sharp, but he wanted enough time to get ready, properly, and make it on time. His apartment wasn’t too far from the office, but he still would not take any chances. The clock blared on time, waking him up from his light sleep. He had a minor case of insomnia from stress, but mostly excitement. He hopped out of bed, pulled on a dress shirt, jeans, and a black tie with converse. He brushed his teeth and hair, scarfed down a sandwich and coffee, and grabbed his bicycle. Narcissa wanted to provide him with a suitable car, but Draco had insisted he bike. Truth was, he enjoyed the scenery. His light brown, leather satchel wrapped around his upper body, supported, as he biked downtown. The weather was a bit overcast, but that was the way he liked it. It took around fifteen to twenty minutes to ride to work, and it was only seven forty. He stood, once again, outside the building, waiting for someone to come and open up. Most people didn’t show up until at least eight thirty, but he wasn’t most people. He decided to practice a bit, and took out his camera. He looked around for inspiration, stopping as he looked up at the building. He noticed the extra large curtains opened at the top, and recognized it as her office. He lifted the device, capturing the perfect angle of her place. He looked down at the photograph which popped out, smiling to himself. He thought about his new boss. He found her alluring, cocky, and absolutely..what’s the word? Well, that’s just it. He couldn’t figure out that word. He hadn’t truly paid attention to her at Hogwarts. Draco hadn’t paid attention to anyone, really. He didn’t date at school, like most boys did. He focused on acing every exam, among other things. Once fifth and sixth year arrived, while most young men were busy flirting with witches in their astronomy class, he was worried about life at home, and the Dark Lord. After he was out of Hogwarts, he still didn’t think much about women. Sure, he found them attractive. He knew, for sure, that he was straight, but he told himself he’d start a career before a relationship. As he studied his picture, he hadn’t noticed a certain woman staring down at him from her office. Two minutes later, a faint knock was heard from inside the building. He turned around, goofily, and stared back at the woman who had just hired him. He smiled, putting away his camera. A few clicks and twists later, the door creaked open. “Well, don’t just stand there, it’s going to rain.” He stumbled in, feet tripping over the other. “I thought no one else was here.” She smirked, “You were right. Everyone gets here at around half past eight. Speaking of which, what are you doing here?” He chuckled, smoothing out his hair. “I thought, uh, I’d get here early, since it is my first day.” She led him towards the vacant elevator, pressing her number. “I’d say your early.” He smiled, playing with the straps on his bag. “W-Well if everyone gets here around then, w-what are you doing here?” She coughed, looking at the glowing number ‘32.’ “I had some, uh, work to finish.” Draco looked away as well, catching on to the fact that she wanted her personal business left alone. “You know, if you need help-” she looked up at him, “with that work, I mean, I’d be glad to assist.” She saw through his eyes, knowing what he really meant. “Don’t worry. It’s not that much.” He nodded, not realizing they had arrived to her office. “Well, since no one is here, you can’t get started. I have some books in my library if you would like to read while you wait.” He shifted, unsure how to politely react. He decided this would be the best way to get on good terms with her. Friendly conversation. “Would you recommend something?” She smirked, walking from around her desk towards the bookshelf. “Well, I personally love the book To Kill a Mockingbird, but I think you’ll adore a collection of Edgar Allen Poe.” He looked at the books, confused. “Who’s he? And that other book, To Kill a Wood Pecker, or something of the sorts, is it about care of magical creatures?” She chuckled, lightly, “No, actually, both are muggle.” He cleared his throat, uncomfortably, scanning the titles. “I-uh, forgot you were mud-” he stopped talking once he noticed what he was about to say. “I prefer the term muggleborn.” He nodded, trying his best to ignore his prejudiced upbringing. He grabbed the thick, black book with the author she mentioned earlier. “I’ll give it a shot.” He sat in a thick, charcoal bench which overlooked the city. This was Draco Malfoy’s version of perfection. Rain. A good book. A nice view. He was in paradise. Fifteen minutes later, he noticed his boss hunched over her desk, looking a bit sorrowful. He closed the pages, which he was surprised to enjoy, and sulked over to the misshapen woman. “Um, excuse me, Ms. L/n?” She shot up, rubbing her eyes. “What is it?” He smiled, half heartedly, trying to lighten the mood. “Well, you seem a bit..sad? Need someone to talk to?” He saw her flinch, so he tried a different approach. “We don’t have to talk about your problem,” he corrected, “Not-not that you have a problem, just-” a he fumbled for words, she sighed, motioning him to the seat in front of her desk. He sat in the chair from the day before, which happened to feel a tad more comfortable. “So, what would you like to talk about Ms. L/n?” She chuckled, rubbing her hands over her face. “You can call me y/n, you know? I don’t have to be Ms. L/n all the time.” He blushed, feeling a bit timid. “Alright, y/n”. he squeezed out the name with difficulty, “let’s talk about school? I don’t think I really knew you.” She smirked, “No. You didn’t.” Draco frowned, looking around at the trinkets on her desk. “Well, I should’ve. Even if you were in Ravenclaw.” She laughed, boisterously. He looked back, baffled at her sudden outburst. “I-I wasn’t Ravenclaw! I was in your own house!” She attempted to spit out in between giggles. Although he felt he should’ve been offended, or embarrassed, or some other emotion, he couldn’t help but smile. He felt..happy..when she laughed. There was no other word. He wasn’t angry that she undermined him. He wasn’t self conscious by his mistake. He was happy. He was happy that she was happy. She slowed down her breathing, her eyes crinkled from laughter. “Y-You never noticed me because I wasn’t Potter or his friends.” Draco gaped as he began to laugh, as well. “That’s not true! I knew you, but I didn’t know you. I think we have around forty minutes to get to make up for six lost years.” She sighed, fiddling with a quill. “I’m not that interesting.” He smirked, grabbing another writing utensil and examining it. “You must be if you’re chief editor. Come on, if you were Slytherin, it means you are a pretty cool individual. I’d like to know more about that cool individual.” She put down the feather, and hunched her back, giving off an aura of relaxation. “Well, I became a reporter because Slytherins are the best at it. I started the school paper, and worked my way up from there.” He smirked, raising an eyebrow. “How do Slytherins make the best reporters? I would’ve figured Ravenclaw’s brains or Gryffindor’s bravery would’ve gotten far in this profession. I thought we’d be better politicians, to be frank.” Y/n smirked, “We’re smart enough to see through people’s lies, ambitious enough to get what we want, blend in to the background so people can’t figure us out, and are quick witted enough to stump an enemy. Really, Slytherins do make the best paparazzi.” He smiled, widely, and began to ‘golf clap.’ “Very good, Ms. L/n! Ten points to Slytherin!” He joked, mimicking Dumbledore. Y/n laughed along, bending over in his spot on impersonation. The two talked and talked, not realizing what time it was. After what felt like two minutes, an enchanted note flew up from her desk, shouting “TIME FOR WORK, MISS” before burning into bits. The two, sighed, standing up from their seats. “Well, time to get to the work floor.” Y/n began to walk towards the door when Draco, instinctively, snatched her sleeve. “U-Um, i-if you don’t mind, I don’t think half an hour was enough catching up time. D-d-do you maybe think we c-could talk tomorrow, too?” She looked at him, smiling at his sentence. She had never seen him so vulnerable, or blushing so madly. “I think I might have some extra work I need to come in early for. I, suppose, if you have to get here early, I could leave the door unlocked.” The pair, looked at the other’s shoes, trying to hide their impending smiles. “Sounds like a plan.”

Once the two walked in to the meeting room, all eyes were on them. Most were on the editor, but a few stole glances at the new kid. He stood, lost, near her, looking around the magnificent hall. “Everyone, I would like to welcome a new member to our team, Mr. Draco Malfoy. He will be our latest photographer. Please, sit in your division.” He followed a group of people who were all huddled near the other end of the table. There were five groups: the writers, who dressed in trendy clothes that would be seen in Milan, or some big city, the reporters, who wore brighter suits that gave off a very preppy vibe, the illustrators, who were covered in natty cardigans and jeans, the photographers, who dressed in an average, yet classy look, and finally, the budget team, who could be noticed by their tacky suits. While all gave off the impression of maximum professionalism, y/n trumped them all. In a way, the set up reminded him of meetings with the Dark Lord, but everyone seemed much more elated. He joined the seven people who were beckoning him over, putting his supplies on the table. Murmurs were heard around the room. Many of the people there, he noticed, were at Hogwarts. He also picked out a few unfamiliar faces. ‘Probably Durmstrang,’ he thought. As he was about to take a seat, he heard his name called. He turned towards his new friend, y/n, who was smirking. “Don’t bother unpacking. Just leave your things, I’ll have Isaac pick them up and place them in your cubicle.” He gave her an uncertain smile as a taller, lanky gentleman grabbed his bag and coat. “Ah, Isaac?” He turned, politely bowing. “He’ll need the jacket.” Draco stumbled towards the butler image and took the cotton garment. “So,” her voice rang through the dark room, “what do we want?” A series of drinks were called through the room. “Cappuccino!” “Chai!” “Iced tea!” Words were flying at him, as he stood, retreating a bit. Y/n turned to him, smirking. “Did you get all that?” He twisted his face into a concerned expression. “It’s quite alright, my quill did. Take the list to Hog’s Head.” He, lightly, grabbed the small paper, slowly walking out of the room. Draco trotted down stairs, arriving to his bicycle. He hopped on, not caring that the clouds were trickling. He stuck his neck out, sniffing for the smell of rain. Many people wouldn’t assume such, but Draco was an introvert. He was in complete bliss traveling downtown to fetch whatever was on the list his boss provided. He began to think about work. Why didn’t she send that assistant looking man to do the job? Surely, she had enough employees. His thoughts clouded his mind, like the sky, and before he knew it, he was in line at the cafe.

He ran out of the restaurant, holding at least thirty drinks, most with magic, but he had to balance them out, which was hard work. He held his wand in between his teeth, as he fetched his bike. Draco peddle as fast as he could back to work. With his long legs, it took only about half an hour. Once he got back, the different sections had already began to work. The second he walked in, everyone passed by, snatching their drink and walking back to their peers. Draco paced over to his boss, handing her a chamomile. “I didn’t ask for a drink,” she murmured as she corrected a mistake in a draft. He grinned, nervously, “I-I-I know, but you seem a bit..tense. I thought I might-” She hopped up, passing his tea. “I’m not tense, I’m working. Give your drink to someone else. Daisy likes that, I think.” His eyes looked over at a red headed girl, hunched over a desk, working. She blended in with her group, which could be easily distinguished. ‘Artist.’ He decided to take y/n’s advice and stalked over to the young girl, who he could tell was around his age. “Erm, Daisy?” She quickly shot up, her glasses becoming skew. “That’s me.” He attempted a smile, but failed. “I heard you have a taste for chamomile? I’m not going to drink it, so I thought-” She grabbed the drink, guzzling it down. “Thanks!” She began to sketch, again, adding more detail than before. He was glad to see the drink went to some good use, but he would’ve like for y/n to have enjoyed it. He didn’t know why, but he yearned for her approval. It wasn’t her position in work, nor the fact that she controlled his very existence. It was just her personality. He enjoyed the fact that she demanded respect. He didn’t care that he had wasted years of a relationship with her. He was determined now, more than ever, to get to know the real y/n l/n. 

During the day, he had run a few errands, like getting prints or grabbing supplies, but he hadn’t minded. True, he was confused as to how photography was included, but he brushed it off. Once the work day was over, he sighed, relieved to have finished his first day. His cubicle was set in his portion of the office, along with the others. His work place was bland, unlike everyone else’s. He hadn’t had time, during the day, to decorate. Draco sat in the cafeteria, though it was more like a kitchen. He drank a small cup of black tea as he continued to read the muggle book from earlier. She was right, he had a passion for mystery. As he read, he heard a distant conversation approaching. A group of, what he recognized as photographers, walked in, heading towards he fridge. He smiled, widely, waving to his ‘division,’ as y/n liked to put it. “Hey, guys!” He waved, largely. The almost began to smile, until they noticed a faint black mark appearing from under his left sleeve. They quickly turned around, avoiding him. The group walked out of the room, snickering as they left. His once grand smile faded with their laughs. He wondered why they had left. He wasn’t rude to anyone at work. In fact, he was truly a sweetheart to anyone he talked to. Sure, some moments were uncomfortable, but he tried his best. He finished his drink, placing it in the sink, and went downstairs to join the employees leaving. He walked out of the building, staring at the moon. He smiled at it, as it reminded him of himself. Cold, a bit intimidating, and surrounded by things just like it, but not exactly. The stars kept their distance, just like people. The moon was alone. What he didn’t think was it took only one person to walk on the planet, to realize how beautiful it was, and what an amazing perspective it allowed. The moon saw the world differently. The moon was far away, but if someone went the distance, they would appreciate every second of it.

He tugged his coat over him, defrosting from the chilly night air. A couple other divisions chuckled as he grabbed his bicycle, while they climbed into their cars. Even their transportation described them. The writers had the smart cars, which saved on gas, the reporters drove the safe, yet shiny suv’s, the artists drove the wacky colored Volkswagens, the photographers had the flashy BMW’s, and the finance crew drove whatever their wife insisted upon. Once again, he was alone. He did want to travel through bike, but he felt embarrassed. It seemed like he couldn’t afford a car, which was completely untrue, but he still felt ashamed. He sighed in defeat as he began to peddle. He watched the cars passing, as he rode, and thought about how nice it would be to sit on the moon.

Y/n stood in her office, peering out at the sun beginning to rise. She smiled to herself, as she pressed her lips against the warm coffee in her favorite, white mug. She sat on the small bench, watching the city. All the cars and buzz and screech reminded her of growing up. She thought of her favorable childhood, and her parents always teaching her the most magic they could for her age. She smiled as she thought of her mother, who always drowned her in love. Her mind drifted to her father, who was a bit more reserved, but none the less, loved her with all his heart. She hadn’t realized until she heard a plop in her coffee that she had been crying. She looked at the time. 7:00. She fixed herself, and continued to look out the window for the young, and curious man. At the beginning, the only reason she had even asked him to come for an interview was just to ruin his day. She knew, all through Hogwarts, that he was infatuated with photography. She would see him, occasionally, sitting in a tree, along the barrier of the Forbidden Forest, or she would watch him pace down the halls, with his camera following close behind. She could even say she…fancied…the boy. That is, until they had a conversation. He would, without rest, sneer at her choice of clothing or hair style. He would laugh and say she dressed like his mother, but y/n couldn’t help the fact she preferred a pencil skirt to jeans. The hate built up inside of her, and she cursed herself, everyday for having any affection for him. When she found out he was looking for jobs, she invited him to The Prophet just to see the light drain from his eyes when she cursed his skill. Once Draco stepped in, the hope of a job glistening in the cool blue orbs, she lost every plan she had. She couldn’t hurt him; not after all he’s been through. She decided against her earlier judgement, and when she saw the small, yet detailed picture of her fifteen year old self, flipping through an old novel, she knew he’d be in her office more than once.

Y/n had been so wrapped up in her thought, she hadn’t noticed the sound of the elevator, outside, opening. She jumped from her seat, running to the door. She opened it with a smile, until she examined who stepped out. “Oh, hello Isaac.” He nodded, curtly, before resuming his earlier task of going to the kitchen. She sighed, closing the door. ‘Why did I even want him to show up? I know he was a prat in school, but now. Now, he’s a man. Still, it’s not like he’d ever like me. He’s just being respectful, y/n. That’s all this is. He doesn’t really like you. How could he?’ All these thoughts danced around her head, taunting her with the most outlandish ideas. She was right in that he was respectful, but there was something else. There was something she said that was completely false. He doesn’t really like you.

At eight twenty, a silver and white bicycle pulled up in front of the building. Y/n looked down at his hair, which perfectly matched his bike. His silver tips blended with his transportation, and looked amazing with the stormy sky. The whole picture was absolutely flawless. She ran to the elevator, and down two flights to the conference room, waiting outside, patiently. The second she heard the elevator ding, she straightened her charcoal blazer, as if it were second nature. ‘What am I even worried about. He’s just a-’ her thoughts stopped, abruptly as he showed up down the hall. His clear pools called eyes were cast onto the marble floor, following the small white rivers which ran through the cold, black rock. His shoulders were up, as if a puppeteer were controlling him. He looked odd. He didn’t look relaxed, like usual. Draco looked very upset, which didn’t sit well with her. She crossed in front of him, trying to smile. “Hey, are you alright? You didn’t show up this morning, and I began to worry.” He, too, tried a smile, but couldn’t. “I woke up late, sorry. Here’s your book.” He reached into his satchel, passing her the novel. He tried to walk around her, but she swerved in front of him. “Well?” He sighed, looking back to the floor. “Well what?” She lowered her eyebrows, looking at the cover. “Well, did you like it?” Draco played with the elbow of his coat, nervously biting his inner cheeks. “Actually, I did. You were right, I have a love for mystery.” She smiled, widely. “Really? I thought you would. I mean, you seem so. I have more in my office if you-” He stopped her, shaking his head. “I don’t think that’s such a good idea.” She stepped back, her heel being the only noise heard. He continued, “It’s not you, I just don’t think someone with such a low job as me should be conversing privately with someone in your position.” She chuckled, placing a hand on his shoulder. “I let you into my office. If I tell you you’re allowed to visit, then you are. If you don’t want to come, let me know. There will always be a spot by the window, open.” He smiled, blushing. Her hand was still on his shoulder, and he didn’t know why, but he was feeling very…hot. He nodded, quickly, fiddling with his fingers to release tension. “Y-you really mean that?” Just as she was about to respond, the golden elevator opened, revealing most of the journalism section of the paper. She retracted her hand, smoothing out her skirt. Just as she was about to turn to open the doors to the conference room, Draco held her shoulder, slowly spinning her around. “D-d-do you maybe think I could go to your office a-after work?” She smiled, mouthing ‘sure.’ She noticed his cheeks get even more strawberry-like as he moved out of the way. He looked towards the group approaching and walked, quickly, down the hall. She watched him walk away, and glared at the group. Around five minutes later, everyone was gathered in the conference room, except Draco. Y/n began with the regular announcements, and just when she was about to disperse the sections to their offices, Draco ran in. His arms were filled with the office’s previous order. He passed out the drinks, smiling at everyone who said “thank you.” Y/n tilted her head, and asked what was the meaning of his random act of kindness. He scratched his elbow, and twisted the strap of his bag. “Well, I thought everyone would enjoy a nice, hot drink to start the day. Turns out, the diner delivers, so I just had to run downstairs. No biggie.” As the employees left the hall, they patted his back, saying one extra “thanks,” and went to their areas of the building. Draco, rather shy, for once, went up to y/n, and passed her a steaming cup. “I noticed yesterday morning you drink earl grey, with no sugar. I got you a cup, you know, just in case you’re thirsty and don’t feel like making it in your office, or something.” She smiled, taking a sip. “How did you know? I didn’t say.” He blushed, again, stuffing his hands in his pockets. “I could smell it. It’s my favorite, and I noticed your sugar jar full in your office, so I assumed you didn’t use it.” She smirked, warming her cold hands against the cup. “You were correct. I don’t take sugar in my tea.” She pointed her hand to the door, giving a kind smile. “Well, off to work. I’m sure Alvin is going to give you ‘Hell Week,’ so you better hop to it.” The two walked out of the office, and to the elevator. The door dinged open to 24. Draco stepped out, turning to y/n, who was still inside. “Wait, what’s ‘Hell Week?” Before she could answer, the door closed, taking her to the top. He looked around, to find pictures hanging from the ceiling, of sneaky politicians, ghastly love affairs, and many other scandals bound to make the front page. He looked over to a young man, not too older, pacing towards him. His sapphire coat blew behind him, as he walked. His thick, brown glasses matched his hair, and surprisingly, the stubble on his chin fit his overall I don’t give a crap look. “Hi, I’m Alvin Friverwitch. I’m the head guy here in the photography department. I’m sure Ms. L/n already told you about Hell Week.” Draco chuckled, running a hand down the strap of leather on his bag. “Well, not much.” Alvin nodded along. “Well, you made it through Monday. Every newbie has to be the secretary for a day. Gives Isaac the day off, and humbles yourself. Now that you got through that, you get to spend the day in the owlery.” Draco shook his head, trying to process what the young man said. “Excuse me, owlery? Haven’t been in one of those since-” “Hogwarts, I’m sure.” Draco tilted his head, “You went to Hogwarts?” Alvin nodded, motioning him to follow, as they stepped out of the office and towards the elevator. “Ravenclaw. Don’t worry, don’t expect you to remember. I wouldn’t have known you, either. Great, now we know each other, so all that is put aside, and we can work together.” As they stepped off on the 32nd floor, Draco could tell Alvin had a very high energy personality. He seemed like a good person to be friends with, but, dear God, let Draco not get on his bad side. They marched the other way from y/n’s office, and towards large, black, metallic doors. Alvin tapped his wand against it, muttering ‘alohamora.’ The doors clicked, as they swung open, revealing, what seemed like, hundreds of highly expensive owls. Alvin held his arm out, which a very small, but friendly looking Northern Saw-whet owl landed on. “This is Baldwin. He’s my owl, he’ll help you out today. Baldwin knows our routes inside, and out. He’ll get you your letters as fast as you can say “accio.” Draco pet the creature, lovingly, it’s head nuzzling into his fingers. He chuckled, as the owl looked exactly like its owner. Its brown, disheveled feathers resembled the photographer’s messy, chocolate hair. Alvin smirked, pacing towards the gigantic window, which provided the most light in the room. “Today, you will be working with the birds. There are two hundred and forty owls currently in this room. You will be lining them up, and sending out letters. The letters to be sent out will fly through that box,” he pointed towards a purple cube that was magically filling itself. “The letters the owls bring back, you put in that box.” He motioned towards the yellow cube, adjacent to the other. “This is all you will be doing. Oh, and make sure you don’t switch them up. I can’t tell you how many times that happened with the artists. Ask Ken about it, he’s the head of the Arts department. He’ll mention ‘the Great Draught’ where nothing would be able to be sent for a week because someone screwed up.” Alvin strode back to exit, smirking. “Have fun!” He closed the doors, leaving Draco and a hell of a lot of birds.

Around lunch time, he had sent over five thousand letters, and received around two grand back. Draco worked his arse off, enchanting the envelopes to reach the birds, and shouted out a list for each one. By one o’clock, he knew each bird’s name and how well they could accomplish a job. However, he made a mental note that Baldwin was, by far, the best. He hummed to himself songs his mother sang while he worked. It was not very well air conditioned in the owlery, so he had to set down his coat and roll up his sleeves. His hair was a mess, the white locks sticking in every direction. He wiped a band of sweat from his forehead, muttering “no wonder they call it Hell Week.” He turned around, fast, when he heard a quiet and dainty chuckle behind him. Y/n was standing in the doorway, arms crossed across her perfectly ironed blouse. “I think they make it hot in here just to spite you.” Draco smirked, passing a letter into the yellow box. “So, do the owls do it themselves when I’m not here?” She shook her head, dismissively, crossing the room through the rows of snowy birds. “No, Eugenia usually does it, but since we have a new arrival, she gets the day off.” Draco smiled, “Well, she has a tough job. I’ll bring her a muffin, or some pastry tomorrow as a sincere apology for her suffering.” Y/n giggled, petting a white and grey specked Tawny owl. “She likes the job. She even brings her daughter, sometimes, to help out and play with the animals. They’re her friends.” Draco joined, rubbing the feathers of the bird. “This your’s?” She nodded, “This here is Ambrosia. She’s not the fastest owl, but is the most efficient. She’ll survive a hurricane to get your letter to your grandmother delivered.” He bit his lip, smiling. “Reminds me of someone.” She blushed, pulling a long strand of h/c hair behind her ear. “Well, you should come to the cafeteria. It’s lunch time, and everyone in your department wants to get to know you.” He shook his head, sitting against the window sill. “No, thanks. I need to hold down the fort.” She sighed, “You’re hungry. Take a break.” He smiled, and waved his hand towards the doors. “I’ll be fine. I’ll get take out after work, but I need to do a good job or Alvin will surely hit me with the cruciatus curse.” She smiled, folding her arms. “Oh, Alvin’s not that bad, but I like your dedication.” She walked towards the giant doors, turning her head. “Oh, and don’t forget, my office is open, especially to those avoiding to confront their coworkers when going home.” She winked, closing the door at his gaping face. He gave a breathy laugh, looking out the window. He rubbed his knees to his chest, closing his eyes and sighing. As his hands hooked themselves together, a pair of claws were felt. He opened his eyes to stare at large, e/c ones. He smiled, observing the magnificent owl. “Ambrosia, you just might be the most beautiful owl I’ve ever seen.” She hooted, jumping and pecking, lightly, on his head, as if giving little bird kisses. The two looked out towards the city, below, watching the owls flying into the distance.

Finally, the clock that rang out “NINE O’CLOCK” struck. Every door on every floor flew open at the bell, workers pouring out to get home. Draco looked up from his gaze, towards the large black doors that opened, like the rest. Alvin sped towards him, with an unreadable expression on his face. “How’s your second day?” Draco smirked, “Not as bad as I pictured.” Alvin nodded along, writing down a scribble into his notebook. “Right, so, how many letters delivered?” Draco spun himself around, snatching a clipboard from where he previously sat. “Thirteen thousand and twenty seven, Mr. Friverwitch.” He chuckled, almost silently, “Nice. My father is Mr. Friverwitch. But you can call me that, until the end of the week. When that bell rings on Saturday, my name is Alvin. We clear?” Draco smiled, nodding. He was glad he could have at least one male friend at work. “And how many letters have we received today?” Draco glanced down at the chart, “Seven thousand and forty two, sir.” Alvin lowered his notebook, his eyes, which resembled some Belgium dessert, looked Draco up and down through the top of his glasses. His thick eyebrows knit together in bewilderment. “You’re telling me, you got over seven thousand letters sorted, not to mention, thirteen grand sent!” Draco gave a goofy smile. Alvin snorted, crossing his arms in amusement. “Might I say, Malfoy, that you have beaten the record!” Draco chuckled, “I guess not many newbies work hard first week, huh?” Alvin shook his head ‘no’, and added, “No, I’m not talking about with new workers, I’m talking about overall. When Eugenia started working here, she beat the record with eleven thousand and fifty seven letters sent, but you did, like, two thousand more than her! I say, if the photography thing doesn’t work out, switch to the post office!” The two laughed, holding their stomach with their free hands. Alvin whistled, with Baldwin flying onto his shoulder. “He’s not lying, yeh?” The bird cooed, and made a nodding type motion. Alvin took off his glasses, cleaning the lenses, as if it would help him see the truth better. “Well, Malfoy, excellent work today! I’ll make sure, once Hell Week is over, course, that you switch desks with Meredith. I’m sure you’ll be much more fun to sit with.” Alvin smiled, genuinely, walking away with Baldwin flying close behind. Draco looked out the window, smiling to himself. Maybe his co-workers would actually get to know him. He knew Alvin wasn’t too bad. He reminded Draco of a genius version of Potter. Perhaps that was the missing link. Harry 2.0 with brains and diligence was the perfect male counterpart for Draco. He looked across the city, and when the sound of chatter disrupted his thoughts, he smiled. He looked down at the people talking, and noticed one to be Daisy. He crossed his arms, looking at the reporters and writers for the Prophet. “You don’t have to stay.” He whipped around, tilting his head. “You can go and talk with them. I won’t mind.” Draco shook his head, nibbling on his bottom lip. “And miss an evening in your library? Not for the world.” Y/n smirked, turning to head back to the office, with a messy looking Draco following close behind. They walked into the pristine work space, Draco placing his bag on the floor next to the couch. As y/n started to brew tea, he walked over to the stack of books, examining each spine. “Why don’t you want to socialize with the photographers? I mean, I understand, maybe not the financers,” they chuckled, “but your own strand wants to know you.” He frowned as he picked up a dusty book of fables. “Well, I don’t think they want to be known as friends with the Death Eater.” He turned, and she could see the end of is tattoo poking out. “Many think the Basilisk was harmful,” he stared into her eyes, “but really, I was the monster inside Hogwarts.” She picked up two, steaming cups of tea, handing him one. “You’re right.” He looked up from the drink, befuddled. “You and the Basilisk are strangely alike. You both prefer solitude, a simple stare can kill, you both have an extreme ability to harm people,” Draco looked deep into her e/c eyes, hurting with every word she said. “And, you were both controlled by the same man, and didn’t have a say about it.” He cocked and eyebrow, and twinkled at her speech. “I say that gets rid of all other bad things, since you didn’t have a choice. Now, if you marched up to Voldemort and signed over your life, I’d say get out of my building and out of our world, but you didn’t. Peer pressure is a dangerous thing, Mr. Malfoy.” He scoffed, “More like parent pressure.” The two took a long sip of tea, and moved their party to the couch. “What book did you pick?” He smiled, “Well, it seems to be written by a man named Aesop. Hmm, sounds odd. Old writer, perhaps?” She smiled, “An old, muggle writer.” He shifted in the cushion, placing the book on his lap. “The book I lent you last time was muggle, and you liked it. What’s the matter?” He gave a light laugh, tracing his fingers over the engravings of the author. “It’s just..I grew up believing muggles were absolute scum. I mean, my parents used the term mud-” He looked over at her, who was intently listening. “Well, it’s just a bit weird being so nonchalant about it now.” She smirked, “I know. My parents were the same.” He looked at her, completely confused. “What do you mean?” She laughed, “I always wondered why you made fun of me at Hogwarts. I was a pureblooded Slytherin, so it was a bit odd.” He placed his cup down, standing up. “Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh, I am so so so so so so sorry! I apologize for the mistake! I’m so sorry!” She laughed, curling her legs next to her on the couch. “All is well. Just wondering, though, why did you?” He sighed, “Well, probably because I didn’t know your blood. It’s stupid, I know, but still.” She smirked, “Well, you know now.” Y/n stood up, crossing to the other side of the room. “I think you’ll enjoy The Tales of Grim’s Hollow. She passed him a crumbled book, which seemed to have a story hidden in the pages, behind the text. “Why, this looks like it hasn’t been opened since the time of Salazar Slytherin,” he joked. “Yes, well, maybe not that long, actually. I read it all the time in my dorm.” He smiled, thinking about how many nights she must’ve stayed up, reading. “I do wish we had talked during Hogwarts. I’m sure we would have been friends.” Draco smiled at her, watching her stir the tea in her porcelain. “Perhaps. I tried to talk to you once, purely for homework, and your girlfriend nearly chewed my head off.” She laughed, but stopped when she saw his puzzled expression. “Excuse me?” She looked around, as if it were obvious. “Why, Pansy, of course. I wanted to ask you about Sprout, or Flitwick, or some class and she yelled at me to not flirt with you!” She laughed, loudly, “I even said I just wanted some help with an assignment, since you were a Prefect, and she screamed even further.” Draco coughed, placing his cup on the small table next to them. “Pansy wasn’t my girlfriend.” She nodded, blinking rapidly. “It sure seemed like it.” He shook his head, his face becoming a bit red. “Nope, didn’t date while at school. I was too busy with work.” She listened, but held back an inner smile. “I see.” “What about you? Any boyfriends?” She giggled, “Not much. I mean, I went on a few dates, here and there, but nothing serious. I went to the Yule Ball with Cormac McLaggen, if it makes any difference.” He, too, resisted the urge to grin at the information. Y/n began to smirk, “Surely you fancied people. Did you ever sneak into the girl’s dormitories, or spend a bit too long in the Prefect bathroom?” He laughed, blushing immensely. “No, no.  I didn’t do relationships. Still don’t.” Her eyes widened in amazement. “You’ve never had a girlfriend?!” Silence was her answer. “Been on a date?” Another no. She took a step forward, smirking. “Ever kissed a girl?” He gulped, audibly, and searched for something in his pocket to fiddle with. “I’ll take that as a no.” He released a long breath he didn’t realize he was holding when she turned back towards her desk. “You know, I think Daisy might have a thing for you. Besides, she might be into your sappy, innocent, school boy routine.” He stepped forward, defending himself. “I’m not innocent! I know lots of things!” Y/n joked, crossing her arms, “I bet you don’t even know what sex is!” He reddened, scoffing, “Of course I know, l/n, I’m not stupid.” She gave a cocky grin, “Alright, if you’re not so innocent, tomorrow morning, you ask Daisy out for lunch.” He rolled his eyes, “But I don’t like her.” “I don’t see why not. She has nice hair, good teeth. You two aren’t in the same division, so it wouldn’t be awkward if you had a one night stand. It’s perfect.” He looked down, shaking his head. “Don’t you get it? I don’t want a one night stand. I want a relationship. Besides, she isn’t my type.” She gave a grin, similar to Lockheart’s. “Oh, and you have a type?” “Yes. And it is not her. I don’t want to even want to go on a date with Daisy, let alone shag.” She had a sly look in her eye when she spoke. “I’m sure you don’t. But has a Malfoy ever turned down a challenge?” 

The next morning, Draco sped into the office, nervously waiting with two cups of tea. One was earl grey, with a steaming chamomile in the other. As he stood outside the conference room, he sipped his tea, waiting for the woman of the hour. After around ten minutes, a mess of curly hair was spotted. Her sneakers squeaked against the marble. It irritated his ears. He much preferred a clicking noise. As she approached, he took in her different features. She reminded him of a more scattered version of Trelawney. He cleared his throat, stopping the young girl from passing. “Daisy, I believe?” She nodded. “Right, so, here.” He awkwardly passed her the drink, playing with the strap of his satchel. “How about lunch today?” She looked into his eyes, thinking. Her hazel eyes searched him for a moment. “I know this is a trick.” His eyes widened as he searched for an answer. “H-How-w-what?” She looked down, forming a sad smile. “Boys like you don’t ask out girls like me.” “W-what are you talking about?” She gave a dry laugh, looking up at him. “You’re the popular, pretty boy who has everything. I’m a nobody. I know someone put you up to this, and really, I don’t mind. I just don’t want to put myself through the pain of pretending this is real.” He stumbled over his words, trying to form an excuse. “I-I don’t know what to say.” She smiled, sipping the tea. “Say you’re sorry and never speak of this again.” They smiled sadly at each other, as he murmured a sorry. As Daisy turned to walk away, he held her elbow, turning her. “You know, Daisy, I might not think of you, romantically, per se, but I would still like to lunch with you. Hog’s Head?” She thought for a moment before nodding. He grinned, letting her go. As she walked away, drinking his gift, he thought about what had happened. What he didn’t know was that an envious boss had heard the entire conversation.

After the morning, ritualistic meeting was over, Alvin marched up, clipboard in hand, photography supplies in the other. “Morning, follow me.” Draco, quickly, stepped in time, learning its best to keep up with him. The two went down to the first level, which, unlike when everyone walked in, was filthy. Dirt and a disgusting paste covered the floor. At the center of the lobby was a mop and bucket. “Don’t try and use magic. Placed a blocking charm. There’s thirty two floors. Shouldn’t take the whole day. Good luck!” Before Draco could even process what happened, he turned to find the elevator closed, and gone, along with his mentor. He stepped, cautiously, towards the center of the room, grabbing the mop. He groaned, his loud noise echoing through the deserted hall. Draco worked twenty minutes to half an hour per floor. At lunch time, he noticed everyone heading towards the elevators, including Alvin. He seemed like he was tipping over, his books piled on top of the other. “Here, allow me.” Draco flicked his wand, having the reading material float around them. “Thanks! Quite efficient, you are!” Draco smirked, “You have to learn how to transport many things at once when you’re a barista for a day.” The two men chuckled, gathering into the elevator. “So, where you headed for lunch?” Draco smiled, “A girl from the Illustration department, and I, are going to Hog’s Head.” Alvin’s eyes narrowed as he smirked, his glasses glistening with interest. “Patricia? She is rather pretty, but she has a horrible laugh, let me warn you.” Draco shook his head no, “Actually, I’m taking Daisy, perhaps you know her.” Alvin laughed, quite loudly, his cheerful tone filling the elevator. “Daisy? As in, Dizzy Daisy?” Draco choked a laugh, dropping his head in confusion. “Dizzy Daisy is the loopiest girl you’ll ever meet. Put’s the Lovegoods to shame. She has never had a drink as long as she’s worked here ‘cause the thestrals don’t like the smell. My question is, what in the blimey hell are thestrals?” He laughed, pushing back his glasses to keep them from falling off of his nose, while Draco accompanied, only to try and keep the mood light. Once the elevator stopped, the two walked out, still giggling. Draco spotted her across the lobby, sketching a tree which stood outside. Alvin noticed his gaze, and added in, almost whispering, “You know, you still have a chance. Say you need to catch up with photography, or work, or something. Just ditch her. I’m sure she’d rather spend time with thestrals!” He emphasized the word, while continuing to laugh. Draco looked off at her, and noticed that even her workmates didn’t want to associate themselves with her. For a moment, he thought what it would be like to agree. If he were at Hogwarts, he probably would have left her, waiting in the lobby, and gone off with Alvin to a cafe. He also noticed how much he related to the poor girl. He, himself, felt like her everyday, surrounded by people, but in the end, all alone. He looked over at Alvin, sighing. “I can’t back out now. I’ll have lunch with you tomorrow, yeah?” Alvin looked up, nodding. “Yeah, alright. Tomorrow is scheduled. Don’t forget, I warned you.” He winked, before waltzing out of the building, and towards his car. He looked over at the pile of pale, auburn hair. He walked over, patting her shoulder. “Hey, we still up for lunch?” She smiled, nodding. The two vanished in a ‘pop,’ landing outside the pub. They got a small table, comfortably huddled in the back. A waitress got their orders, as they settled into their environment for the next hour. “So, tell me about yourself.” She smiled, gently. She opened her sketchbook to the first page, pointing. “This is my life.” He flipped through the pictures, astonished at her skill. She, gracefully, accepted his comments. “I hope you don’t mind me asking, but who made a bet with you to ask ‘the freak out’?” He gulped, closing the book. “I’m not at liberty to say.” She sniffled, though she wasn’t crying. “Was it Alvin?” He looked up, worried. “No, no, what makes you say that?” Daisy brushed a thin hand through her hair, making it frizz more than humanly possible. A few strands fell onto her freckled nose, covering her pink rimmed eyes. “Alvin has never liked me, as a person, I mean. Even at Hogwarts, he was always a little rude. When we began to work together, he didn’t like the fact I was different, and officially exiled me.” Draco furrowed his brows, concentrating on what she was saying. “What do you mean, ‘exiled you?” Daisy laughed, looking down at her mug of half drunk lemonade. “What Alvin says, goes. He’s basically the assistant editor, influence wise. The only thing he can’t do is fire people, but he can put in a damn good word.” Draco frowned, externally, but on the inside, he was proud to have been accepted by who, was unknowingly, one of the most powerful men at the paper. He had even become close with the editor, herself! Wait, why was he ruining his chances with a girl like Daisy? He scratched his forearm, a nervous tick, and asked, “Why doesn’t he like you? You don’t seem all that bad.” She sighed, grabbing her bag. She lifted the strap, revealing a bright yellow and black pin. “He believes only Slytherins and Ravenclaws should work in news. He always says, “leave fighting to the Gryffindors, and farming for the Hufflepuffs.” Draco began to laugh, but stopped himself when he saw the sad look on her face. “I truly am sorry, Daisy. By the way, what are thestrals?” She looked up, a gaze of caution spread in her eyes. “I know you think he’s your friend, but don’t get too close with Alvin. He might seem kind, and you may think, just because he’s Ravenclaw, he’s good. Remember this, Draco Malfoy, he’s only in Ravenclaw because he values his intelligence, but he has the heart of a true Slytherin. You, as well as I, know your house will do anything to get ahead, and that includes destroying a budding friendship.” He gulped, looking down at her glass of un-alchoholic sweetness. For the rest of the lunch, he couldn’t get the idea of Alvin being a ‘bad person’ out of his head. Maybe everyone was right, and maybe Dizzy Daisy was wrong.

He returned to the building, not having spoken much with Daisy after the mention of Alvin. Draco finished mopping all the floors two hours before closing time, and decided to stop in Y/n’s office. He walked in to find Alvin and y/n, talking on the couch. He couldn’t understand why, but he felt his stomach drop when he noticed how.. closely..Alvin was sitting with her. The two looked like they were in deep conversation, and when Draco opened the large, and rather loud doors, they pulled apart, startled. Alvin turned around, smiling. “Draco! You’re done!” He flew off the couch, straightening his coat. “I was just going to leave, anyway. I’ll see you in a few weeks, y/n.” She smiled, following him to the door. “Goodbye, Alvin.” He winked, walking towards the elevator. Y/n turned towards Draco, who she was surprised to find pacing through the office. “Are you alright?” He stopped in front of her desk, pouring himself tea. “I just..it’s stupid.” Y/n walked towards him, sauntering in front of her desk. “Alvin was just giving me the report.” He let out a breath of air, dripping with relief. She sat down on the long, black, leather couch, crossing her legs. “How was your date with Dizzy?” He looked over at her, glaring. “Sorry..Daisy.” He stirred his tea, huffing out air. “It wasn’t a date,” he muttered through gritted teeth. Y/n smirked, pulling out a magazine. “Really? That’s not what I heard. I was told you even took her to Hog’s Head.” He looked at her, his brows creased. “How sweet, lemonade,” she dragged out the word, taunting him. “A secluded, little, table for two,” she twisted her upper body to sprawl her arms across the top of the couch. “I bet she made you pity her.” Draco gulped down the steaming tea, avoiding eye contact. “Not t-true.” She held her head up with her delicate hand, her nails digging into her cheekbone. “Do you want to see her again?” He blinked, rapidly. “I don’t have any romantic feelings for her. But while we’re on the subject, how is your relationship with Alvin? Hmm? He seemed pretty cozy with you on that couch.” She laughed, her chuckle filling the silent floor. “Alvin is an employee. I would never date Alvin.” He walked to the library, scanning titles. “Then what was he doing here?” Y/n sighed, flipping through the pictures of models, all sporting the latest quidditch gear. “Talking about you.” He looked at her figure, lying on the couch like a spoiled house cat. “What about?” She smirked, “Alvin has taking a liking to you. Its hard to catch his attention, but you have. You should be happy.” He bit his lip, debating whether or not to bring up Daisy’s opinion on the elusive Alvin. “Look, don’t get me wrong. I don’t have any problems with Alvin, but I heard he’s not that great of a-” “Let me guess,” Y/n stood from the couch, crossing, slowly to him. “You heard he’s not a true friend and has the..what was the phrase..heart of a Slytherin?” He gaped, looking past her heels. “Trust me, Diz-Daisy has warned the entire office. I had to confront her.” He flipped through an old, book of poems, asking for her to elaborate. “I told her to not spread rumors. See, Daisy told you what she wanted you to know. I, actually, admire her for it. What she didn’t mention was the infamous Christmas party.” She motioned him to follow her the window sill. They sat, opposite each other on a bench. “I hired Daisy soon after Hogwarts. It was the first Christmas since the battle, and we all knew that Dizzy had a massive crush on Alvin.” Draco didn’t stop her, realizing that the nickname was stuck, like another term he used quite often. “So, as a joke, we all decided to plant fake mistletoe under them. You know, not enchanted. When Daisy went to lean in, Alvin shoved her, and began to-” as she laughed, she cursed herself, watching Draco’s pained expression. “I’m sorry.” Draco sighed, shaking his head. “I know I have no right to judge you, since I was the Alvin of school. But, but how could you do this? Sweet, innocent you? You were Daisy. How could you? How could you? How could you?” Draco sped towards his bag, picking it up by the strap. Before he reached for the door handle, he heard a faint “wait,” stopping him. He looked at y/n’s weak silhouette, outlined by the moonlight. He had to tell himself. She looked beautiful. “I am sorry. I know I should be telling Daisy this, but, I’d rather have your forgiveness than her’s.” Draco closed his eyes, composing himself. “Why did you really ask me to work here?” Y/n chuckled to herself, “Honestly?” He nodded, smiling subtly. “I wanted to know you. You seemed like a lost boy, and I wanted to see the real you. It sounds dumb or sappy. Really its both. I just knew there’d be someone under the bully. That someone was the photographer I saw sneaking into the woods by himself, or smiling when he got his few minutes alone. I wanted to know the man he became. That’s the real reason you’re here. Your talent is the icing on the cake.” Draco blushed, playing with the leather strap on his bag. “C-can I ask? W-w-were you j-jealous I went to lunch with Daisy?” He wouldn’t call it blushing, but he did notice a pink tint pasted to her cheeks. “No, of course not.” He wanted to tell himself she wasn’t lying, to just brush it off as nothing, but he noticed a tiny detail. Y/n was the type of person who looked you straight in the eye when she spoke, but when she answered his question, she was staring at the streets below. 

After a few more days of unbearable, manual labor, Hell Week was over. Draco walked into work on Saturday morning, ready to chat with y/n and work like a Hebrew slave. He walked down the immaculate hall of the 32nd floor, shuffling his shoes. He knocked, carefully, onto her door, before walking in. He didn’t want another Alvin incident. Once he entered, Alvin was standing there, along with y/n, but so was the entire office. “HAPPY HELL WEEK!” Streamers popped, and an enchanted message flew across the room. Welcome to the Prophet, Draco! He smiled as many Weasley products filled the space. Y/n smiled, walking to him, heels clacking. She extended her hand, shaking his. “Welcome to The Prophet. I expect excellent work from you.” Draco blushed, nodding rapidly. “Of course, Ms. L/n.” She winked, retreating to her desk. Alvin jogged up, chuckling. “Hey! Draco!” He hugged the blonde into his side, laughing. “Man, we are going to have so much fun! Now, I know you may think now that Hell Week is over, its smooth sailing. BUT, on the contrary, your work here is going to make Hell Week seem like a cruise ship. I don’t know why I’m using so many aquatic references.” Draco smirked, “Whale, I’m glad to be working here!” Alvin laughed along, catching his joke. “Any fin is possible here at The Prophet!” “Seariously, we should stop these jokes!” Alvin clutched his side, doubling over, “You’re krilling me!” The two men laughed at their stupid conversation, and for a moment, Draco forgot all about what Daisy said. In fact, he forgot about her all together. She was towards the back of the room, near the windows. The thing is, y/n was right about everything Daisy said. She did fancy Alvin, and the Christmas party incident was something she did like to forget about. But no one knew what happened after the party, when her true disliking towards the brunette began. Soon, after half an hour of chatting and eating small pastries, everyone left to their work. Alvin left last, giving Draco the day off. This left him and y/n, alone. He chuckled, cleaning up the room with his wand. “That was fun! Alvin was pleasant company!” Y/n smirked, staring outside. “I didn’t really speak to you much during the party. Did you leave?” She smiled, shaking her head. “I don’t enjoy parties. I never really go to Alvin’s Hell Week get togethers. Then again, they’re never this large.” Draco blushed, thinking that she put some time into his surprise party. “What do you mean?” She sat at her desk, typing and occasionally sipping some tea. “Alvin usually just gets just his department in the break room, or the conference room, if you did a good job. But he got the entire office in my room to celebrate you, and just you.” Draco looked down, happy that he had gotten a group of people to like him because of his personality. He hadn’t the slightest idea why, but he felt a certain way when she spoke of him. When she put aside her work, which he knew she cherished, he felt a certain..bubbling. It was like the inside of his stomach would jump, twist, turn, and do acrobats. The second his left foot would step off of the elevator and towards her office, late into the night, he would get sweaty and exasperated. His hands would jitter and vibrate, like a scared animal. The only thing is, he wasn’t scared. He was anxious. He was a smart man, and in that moment, he pieced every little thing together. The kindness, the sweat, the..attraction. It all made sense. He fancied her. Draco dropped the book he was holding, stubbing his toe. He reached down to pick it up, hitting his head against the book shelf. The man groaned, rubbing his hand against his injury. Y/n giggled, before returning to her project. Draco laughed, as well, placing the book back on the shelf. He walked over to y/n, rubbing his hands against the sides of his legs. For the first time in his life, he wasn’t going to run away. He was going to stand up, and pretend he was sorted into Gryffindor. His face matched the house’s red he decided to act like. “H-hey, you know, I have the day off.” She nodded along, “Mhmm..” He went to grip his bag strap, but couldn’t find anything on his shoulder, so he paced around the room. “I-I, well, u-umm, p-perhaps-” “Get on with it, Draco.” He stopped in front of one of the many large windows in the room, looking for something to distract himself with. “M-maybe if you aren’t busy at lunch, we could, maybe, go somewhere to eat, maybe.” He turned towards her once he heard the abrupt stopping of the clicking of her typewriter. “Now, would you bring along Alvin, or Daisy, or anyone? Or, perhaps, would it be just us?” She looked from her hands to his features, waiting for the telltale response. Draco coughed into his fist, running a hand through his hair. “I-I-I-I mean, m-maybe. If you w-want.” She smiled, continuing to type. “We could, I guess. I know I won’t invite anyone. Let’s not go to Hog’s Head, though.” He laughed, “Right.” The rest of the morning was spent with y/n typing, occasionally chatting, and Draco reading a fantastic book about a series of mysteries. He believed it was called Sherlock Homes, or Holmes, or something of the sorts. An hour before lunch, he excused himself to the restroom, but secretly was calling his favorite restaurant. This was his first time having feelings for anyone, so he wanted to make it exceedingly special. He called Madam Puddifoot’s, reserving a booth for two. All his friends at school had taken girlfriends, potential lovers, and anyone who aroused them to the cafe. This being said, he got a reservation.

After an hour of diligent typing, y/n sat back, taking a deep breath. She turned to Draco, who was still captured by the adventures of Holmes and Watson. “Draco, would you do me a huuuuuuuge favor?” He looked up, nodding. “Could you run downstairs and fetch my car? You just have to ask the valet for it, I’m sure they’ll accommodate.” Draco stood up, walking out of the room. “Excuse me for asking, but wouldn’t you rather apparate, or perhaps fly?” Y/n smirked, grabbing her long, jet black coat. “Who said we weren’t flying?” 

Draco stepped off of the elevator, and jogged towards valet. “Hello, umm, I’m here to pick up Ms. L/n’s car.” The two men laughed, until the shorter, yet larger man spoke up. “And I suppose you think I’m going to just give it to you, yeh? How about I have some I.D?” Draco scrunched his nose, his inner Slytherin poking out. “How about you open a newspaper? There’s your identification!” He glared, his white hair contrasting against the darkness of his clothes, which surrounded him like an aura. He was about to pounce on the man before a faint clicking of heels disrupted Draco’s train of thought. “Now, now, gentlemen, we can handle this appropriately.” He felt a shiver up his spine, just hearing the aloofness in her voice. “Mr. Malfoy was requested by me to get my vehicle, so next time this happens, I will prefer a bit of courtesy.” The shorter man nodded, flicking his wand and having the car pull up. To say the least, Draco was astounded. A sleek, of course, black, Rolls-Royce Phantom rolled towards them, opening it’s doors. Draco smiled, like a child at a toy store, but held in his squeals. He hopped into the passenger’s seat, thinking over the fact that y/n mentioned this would happen again. He sat in the car, smoothing his hands over the cream leather. He looked through the window at y/n’s elegant figure, talking down to the man who disrespected him. He couldn’t help but feel something. He couldn’t describe it. The way she spoke, and sneered. He couldn’t help but be enchanted by her. Her dark emerald and black robes, which proudly displayed their former house, had his breath stick in his throat, as he watched her walk to the car. Even the way she strut was alluring. The way her hips swayed only made him begin to wonder what was under that pencil skirt..

Y/n crouched into the car, shutting the door, forcefully. “I just almost had to fire my staff.” He snapped out of his dream, clearing his throat in embarrassment for thinking such things. “So, where to?” He smiled, pulling his satchel towards him and onto his lap. “Well, I made arrangements at Hogsmeade.” She smiled, warmly, and motioned with her wand towards the glove compartment. A new set of controls flipped, which were clear that they were not muggle. She pressed a clear button, and shifted her car into flying mode. They lifted into the air, and began to zoom towards lunch. Draco looked out the window in complete bliss. Y/n watched him, her left arm resting against the door. “You know, Draco, you can afford a car like this. You could, perhaps, even get a newer model.” Draco shook his head, smiling. “Nothing can be better than this.” Y/n smirked, her ego boosting, but she didn’t think that Draco wasn’t talking about her car.

The pair stepped into the tea shop, shaking their coats. His breath staccatoed as he stalked up to the hostess. “Reservation under Malfoy.” She searched the list, frowning. “Malfoy, of course. Who could forget a name like that?” Her eyes shifted towards his left arm before turning towards the booths. Y/n scoffed, glaring at the woman. “I am demanding a new hostess. How dare she speak to you that way?” Draco shook his head, scratching his neck. “Its fine, I’m used to it by now. I mean, sometimes it is bad, like, my apartment had been pranked a few times, and I get some bad looks, but I’m okay.” She looked into the transparent eyes, seeing through his lie. She could tell that people affected his behavior, and she couldn’t stand it. Draco smiled, reassuringly, and walked towards the table the woman had selected. Y/n stuck her chin up, gliding towards her. “Excuse me, do you know who I am?” The woman looked her up and down before scoffing. “No.” Y/n smirked, “Of course, I almost forgot I was speaking to someone as unintelligent as you. See, darling, I am The Daily Prophet. Surely, you have heard of it. This means I have the power to bring someone as minimal as you to rock bottom, which will be no trouble at all. Then, once you’ve hit rock bottom, I will grab a drill and sink you even lower than you are. First, I want a new hostess, and after that, I would like you to apologize to my colleague, Mr. Malfoy. You treated him very poorly, and if I don’t get these two things, I will add a third, and that is your job.” The woman gulped, muttering a sorry, before attempting to rush away. “That wasn’t loud enough, dear. I don’t think the table next to us heard you. I want all of Puddifoots to hear your weak voice.” The woman looked at Draco’s shoes, screeching a sorry. “How pathetic.” Y/n turned towards a waitress watching the scene unfold. “You there! I will take you as a replacement. Oh, and by the way, dear, I take back our deal.” The previous hostess finally looked up, confused. “You will have no job by the time I get my drink.” And on that note, Y/n sat down, across from Draco, pleased. She took off her coat, and loosened her hair around her shoulders. “Now, then, now that that’s over, let’s order!” Draco smiled, utterly stunned. “How did you? What did-” “Draco, I couldn’t let someone get away with talking to you like that. I get that you are a changed man, or whatever, and you allow people at your apartment complex to bully you, but I won’t stand it. I suffered to many years-” She had forgotten that she was talking to her childhood tormentor, and swallowed her words. “My point is, don’t let people push you around out of guilt. That woman got what she deserved, and you should be happy she lost only her job.” Draco smirked, scanning the menu. A new waitress came, along with the manager. “I am very sorry, ma’am. What just happened, from your point of view?” Y/n explained that the woman was very unkind towards Draco, and she put her in her place. The manager dragged away the sulking woman, leaving the new waitress, who was obviously terrified of screwing up. “Hello, what can I start you off with?” Draco cleared his throat, “I’ll have a black tea with milk, and for the lady, and earl grey with no sugar.” Y/n smiled behind her menu, secretly flattered that he had remembered her cravings. After a moment or two of silence, she couldn’t tame her curiosity. “Draco, why did you pick this particular restaurant?” He picked at his fingers, looking for a distraction. “W-well, mother always did like the place, and when I asked where to take you, she mentioned it. N-n-n-not that I sp-spoke to mother about you! Well, I did, but I told her only nice things, I swear!” Y/n giggled at his antics. “Really, so because your mother likes the place, you took me here?” Draco nodded, and then slowly shook his head. “Well, not exactly. I-I saw that Blaise and Theo would always bring young women here, so I thought I’d give it a try.” It seemed as if he had looked everywhere in the room but her eyes. She smirked, and decided to use his anxious state as an advantage. “Draco,” she drawled out, dancing her fingers along his hand. His breath hitched at the sudden contact, with his eyes turning quickly to their hands. “Are you positively sure that you picked this place out of mere coincidence,” she traced her long, manicured fingers up his arm, leaving a hot trail, “or did you know exactly what you were doing?” Draco was a smart man. He knew that Y/n was a trained reporter, and would do just about anything for an answer. He took what little discipline he had left and muttered a ‘coincidence.’ She sat back, retracting her hand. “Alright.” Just when he was about to relax a bit and enjoy his fresh tea, she spoke again. “Well, if you take young women here, why did you take Daisy to Hog’s Head?” He laughed, “Why, Daisy’s not as special as you.” His face grew red at his slip, drowning it down with a steaming drink. This was, in fact, going to be a long lunch.

After their “date,” they returned to the office, reveling in each other’s company. Their usual schedule continued. Draco left the office later, and arrived exceptionally early. The man began to be trusted with higher assignments. He was sent on different projects to photograph, and different stars to stalk and picture. It was quite awkward when he would have to follow Harry Potter. While she was grateful that Draco had begun to explore the world and live as a free adult, Y/n did get to see him less, and less. After half a year of only seeing him once or twice a week, she decided to take matters into her own hands. He had been to Bulgaria, via floo, since word got out that Viktor Krum was shagging a Weasley. No one knew which one of the forty seven there are, but that was Draco’s job. He had been in a bistro, getting a refill of earl grey, when he felt his wrist buzzing. Y/n had enchanted a watch, that if there were an emergency, or a reason for him to return to London, he’d know to come back. He crawled out of the coffee hut, and went behind the building, puffing away in green smoke. He appeared in the fireplace of y/n’s office, and was surprised to find he wasn’t alone. “Draco! Haven’t seen you in ages!” Alvin sauntered up to him, hugging him loosely. “Draco, we have something to discuss with you.” He sat on the couch, nervously tapping his knee. “If this is about Krum, I’m pretty sure he’s not having an affair with the twin, well, former twin. I’ve narrowed it down to the parents, the Weaslette, and I have some leads that it is actually Granger. You know how we received word from anonymous that the hotel check in list says Weasley? Well, I’m thinking it might be Granger, since its now her marriage name! I mean, they even went to the Yule Ball together! I-If I can get this article, I’ll have a major story photographed! Isn’t it-” “Draco.” He stopped rambling, looking up to y/n, who was standing with Alvin, in a very professional posture. Alvin smiled, “I think its a huge story, and I’d love to read it when it comes out, but, its not why we brought you here.” Draco’s breath quickened, his chest close to hyperventilating. “Oh, no! You’ve decided to fire me! No no no no no no no, I have just started to get my landlord his payments, and the neighbors have stopped trashing my place! I have a good sleep system, and to find a new job that fits that will be nerve racking and-” He didn’t noticed as he got lost in fidgeting and speeding off into his own thoughts, that y/n had sat next to him, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Shh, deep breaths. In..and out…in…and out..” He nodded, closing his eyes, breathing deeply. He had practiced exercise precisely like these when he was seventeen, and things in his life were a bit more..complicated. While he appeared to have relaxed, there was still a burning sensation when she released her hand. “Draco, you are not leaving The Prophet. In fact, we intend to keep you here for a while! Draco, I’m promoting you.” His eyes widened before instantly narrowing with joy. He tackled y/n against the couch, gripping her. “Thank you thank you thank you! I have to call mother! My landlord will be thrilled! I can buy that suit I wanted! Thank you!” She smiled, biting her lip, since she was the only one who noticed he was so close to her body. Once he stopped talking, he looked down at her, and jumped off, fixing his tie. “I’m so sorry! I-I-I-I-I ap-pologize!” She smirked, flattening her blouse and skirt. “Not to worry. The reason I buzzed was because I wanted you to have a talk with Alvin about the job. After all, he’s had it for the past three years.” Draco’s smile vanished, his shoulder slumping in immediate sadness. “Y-You’re leaving? Where are you going?” Alvin smiled, sitting next to him on the couch. “Not to worry, bud. I’m leaving the photography world. I’ve found I have a talent for managing, and I’m starting a company! I’ll visit time to time, trust me. We can still go out for drinks, or have lunch!” Draco nodded, giving a sad grin. “Definitely.” Alvin coughed, awkwardly, getting down to business. “You are now the official head of the photography department, which is impressive, considering how short you’ve been here. You run the strand, now. You work mostly with Miss L/n, but during certain hours, you’ll have to check everyone’s work before submitting it to her. She’ll decide from your choices. It’s simple, really. Plus, you’re sent on MUCH better assignments. Not to mention, you yourself pick the tasks for Hell Week, which I find is the best perk. The raise is kind, too.” After half an hour of discussing the job, Alvin stood up, extending his hand. “It has been an absolute delight working with you, Draco Malfoy.” He stared into the dirt circles, connecting their hands with remembrance. “As with you.” 

Because of his job performance, he decided to have lunch with his mother. Father was in Azkaban, almost finishing his term, but Narcissa wasn’t imprisoned, mainly because of Potter’s testimony in court. Draco appeared in the fireplace, brushing off his shoulders. “Draco! Darling! Congratulations!” He ran up to her, embracing her with fondness. “Mum! I’m so happy to see you! How was lunch with Mrs. Zabini? Or, should I now call her Mrs. Greengrass?” Narcissa chuckled, inviting him into the living room. “Yes, she is well. We were discussing you, in fact.” He pried, sitting in one of the love seats. “Sweetheart, we were wondering when you plan to marry.” He blushed, scratching his neck. “Well, er, not soon. I mean, I’m not in a relationship, so, probably not next Tuesday.” She smiled, “Honey, I know you’re not with any witch, but you certainly want to be.” He looked up at her through his porcelain eyes, completely astonished at his mother’s perceptiveness. “Um, how-how did you-” “A mother always knows. So, tell me. Who is the lucky girl?” He smiled at his feet, finally speaking of his strange attraction. “You, um, might actually know her. Y/n. Y/n L/n, of the L/n family.” Narcissa nodded in approval, smirking. “I know.” “I beg your pardon.” Narcissa looked up from her tea, calling for a house elf. “Tolly, I’d like you to get tea for Draco.” The small elf looked up, smiling largely. “Hello, Master Draco. Pleasure to have you back in the manor. Can I assist Master Draco in his requirements?” He nodded, “Sure, I’ll have an earl grey.” His mother’s perfectly sculpted eyebrow’s lifted, “Earl grey? You grew up on black, why the change of heart?” He swallowed the fresh liquid, gulping it down with ease. “I’ve taken a sudden interest in its qualities.” She nodded, studying his faintly pink cheeks. “So, you have hots for the boss, huh?” His eyes grew comically, the tea spewing from his mouth. “Mother!” She laughed loudly, patting his shoulder. “Don’t worry. You know, many people have office relationships, especially the boss and secretary.” “I’m not her secretary, you know.” Cissy sighed, placing her cup on the mahogany table. “Yes, I’m aware. Darling, while I am extremely excited that you finally are attracted to someone-” “Finally? What do you mean?” “Sweetie, your father and I thought you were gay for a while, but this is quite reassuring. Any who, I am relieved and happy for you, but..” He ran a hand through his hair, jittering. “B-But what? You approve, r-r-right?” She smiled, petting his head. “Of course, love..but..I don’t want you to be used.” “Used? She wouldn’t use me..” “Listen to me. She is an extremely powerful woman, and women like her..well..I would be surprised if she were a virg-” “Don’t finish that sentence.” Narcissa sighed, “My sweet Draco. Before you begin a relationship with her, you need to think of all the outcomes.” He laughed, mostly towards himself. “She doesn’t think of me that way. She wants a man who is like her. She wants someone commanding, smart, and stunning, just like her. God, mother, you really should see her in a pencil skirt.” Narcissa smirked, “You need to show her you are the exact same way. Maybe lose the skirt.” They shared a laugh, sipping their tea and enjoying the afternoon. 

Draco returned to his apartment, fairly replenished from his time with mother. As he opened the door, he looked inside, his face mirroring pain. The entire apartment was ruined, every table flipped and chair broken. A note was left on his breakfast table, reading in red lettering, ‘We don’t want a death eater as a tenant. Why don’t you do the world a favor and kill yourself. If you don’t, we’d love to finish the job.’ Draco choke back a sob, crumpling the paper and throwing it across the room. He practiced his breathing exercises, watching the cars drive by. He tried to calm himself by staring out the window, but the words of the note replayed in his mind. As he began to hiccup on his tears, his watch rung. ‘Draco, I need you in the office. I have some questions about your selections for this week’s paper. I want to review the themes we’re looking for, and talk about what you need to expect from your employees. Get here soon.’ He jittered, straightening his coat and apparating. He eyes lifted, looking around in Y/n’s office. She hadn’t viewed him, but knew his presence. “Ah, Draco. Glad you arrived so soon. We need to talk ab-” She finally lifted her e/c hues, them soon growing in horror. “Draco? Are you alright? You seem..off.” He nodded, his lip quivering. “I’m fine.” She walked towards him, quickly, leading him to the couch. “I know better than anyone that the phrase ‘I’m fine’ is a cover for its contradiction. Now, tell me. What happened?” His back shook as he wheezed. “I-I-I c-c-c-c-came h-home..and..there was a n-note.” She soothed him, rubbing his back. “A note?” “A note. It t-told me to kill myself.” She suddenly became serious, her hand stopping its circular motion. “Draco, don’t you dare even consider it.” “I’M A MONSTER! A BLOODY SOD IS WHAT I AM! I’D BE DOING EVERYONE A FAVOR IF I JUST ENDED EVERYTHING!” He fell onto Y/n’s lap, gripping her legs. “D-Don’t go.” Her whisper echoed in his ear, dancing in his head. “Why?” She brushed a hand in his hair, sighing. “I’ve been told once or twice that I was a freak, and should just get rid of myself.” He sniffled, trying to contain his cries, but they would only escapade. “I-I-I-I a-am s-s-so sorr-rry.” He dug his head into her lap, his tears soaking her slacks. “I was a horrible person at Hogwarts to y-you. I d-deserve to die.” “But do you want to?” He thought for a moment, then shook his head. She ran her hand along the sides of him, obviously an expert in comfort. “Is this the first time you’ve received a note?” His earlier gesture returned. “Then why are you so upset now?” He sat up, wiping his tears with his palm. “I guess its because I finally h-have a good reason to live.” She looked down at his soaked sleeve, which pressed against his tattoo. He looked down, clearly ashamed, and saw her damp legs. “Oh, I-I am so sorry. I d-d-d-didn’t mean-” “Have you always had a stutter?” He looked up at her through his pale lashes, blue eyes reflecting with water. “I-I..w-well..” “You do it an awful lot, so I have to ask. Is it reoccurring?” He only nodded, not trusting his tongue. “I-I have had it since I was little. Father thought i-it meant I was w-w-w-weak.” Y/n nodded, placing a kind hand on his shoulder. “I-I had speech lessons. I-I-I-It goes away, unless I am nervous o-or upset.” She smiled, attempting to make him laugh. “I would have never guessed the stud of the Slytherin House to ever be nervous.” He giggled, brushing a hand through his sweaty hair. “Yes. Only certain teachers knew I had it. No one else knows.” She smirked, “So, I am the first?” “I suppose. And, for the record, I wasn’t the stud. That was Blaise.” They shared a laugh, sitting by the sunset, in the cold, yet unnervingly cozy office.

It had been a year and nine months. Draco was running the office beautifully. There was a certain incident towards the beginning, when one of his workers had claimed that a ‘Voldemort lover’ shouldn’t be put in such a high position, but Y/n took control of the conversation. She gave Draco a knowing look, understanding that his stutter would make an appearance, and he couldn’t afford that. Ever since, his colleagues have respected him, and truth be told, he puts together rather fun Hell Weeks. Now, it was December. The snow had barely fallen this year, due to some climate thing. The Prophet didn’t cover what fell from the sky, as much as who had fallen from stardom. Turns out, Draco was right about Krum. He had been shagging Charlie Weasley, and meeting him behind bars and in seedy hotel rooms. Once the story had broken, many had congratulated Draco for his work concerning the project..especially Y/n. Soon, the most wonderful time of year has arrived. Everyone was in charge of bringing a special dish to the Christmas party. A certain bloke in finance brought a highly expensive brandy, Daisy made cupcakes which were enchanted, and Y/n brought a roast beef. Nobody, including himself, had expected Draco to come. He wasn’t a big fan of gatherings, and to have everyone in such a large, but compacted space didn’t sit well with him. However, it was his mother who had convinced him to go. She wooed him into it by saying it was a courtesy to her. As he walked into the room, most of the conversation died down, including the music. He cleared his throat, extending a pan. “What’d you bring? Caviar,” a drunk man shouted from the back, causing the hall to laugh. “No, its a family recipe.” He lifted the covering napkin to reveal slightly burnt chocolate chip cookies. The once chuckling room erupted into laughter once they saw his offering. He felt his throat tighten, which meant his impediment was impending to arrive. Y/n wasn’t paying much attention, as she was talking with one of the female reporters. Once she noticed his voice, she immediately stopped talking, and whipped around towards him. She could see him, clearly, over the sea of people, and sped towards the front of the room. Just as he had lifted the cover from his dessert, did she pause. He looked up at her, his eyes giving away the fact that he couldn’t do this. She walked forward, turning around with her back facing him. Her silence quieted the hall, as they all stared in fear of her dominating form. “I don’t really know why you’re laughing, Paul. Did you bring anything?” He shook his head, slowly. “Hmm, that’s what I thought. Can’t offer anything except that large appetite.” There were multiple giggles and gasps heard. “Must be why that wife of yours is in debt. She’s spending too many galleons cooking for your fat arse.” The congregation smirked and laughed, forgetting about Draco’s problem. She looked towards a lanky man in visual arts, who was holding one of the writers quite close. “And you, Harold. Do you have anything to offer?” He smirked, “I didn’t bring food, but I have something you can eat.” A few of his friends laughed, while most were gaping in surprise. Draco was about ready to hex the bloke. Y/n straightened her blazer, sauntering towards him. “I’m not surprised. You forget many things, including the fact that you’re married.” She glared at the woman, but returned her attention to him. “The next time you want to laugh at someone better than you, perhaps consider what..little..you have to give.” As the hall heard chuckles, many from Draco, she walked back towards the front, sighing. “Not many of you like to remember the Wizarding War, myself included. However, I think Draco would like to forget the most. So, instead of judging him, let him have a night of ignoring past mistakes.” She raised her champaign glass in the air, “To forgetting!” The hall repeated, cheering. Once everyone had resumed the party, she turned around, taking his tray. She looked down at the cookies, noticing their flaws. “Did..did you make these yourself?” He nodded, blushing. “The house elves aren’t allowed to know the recipe. I didn’t want to put mother through trouble, so I baked them.” She smiled, warmly, and put them on the buffet. “They’re lovely. I’m sure everyone will give them a go.” He smiled, and talked with her throughout the party. Neither realized that as they spoke, the plate of treats was disappearing with each passer-byre. She had excused herself to the women’s room, leaving him, momentarily, in a room of almost strangers. As he continued to sip at a glass of butterbeer, he noticed Daisy standing alone, like him. He walked over, smiling. “Daisy! We haven’t talked in a while! How’s yourself?” She grinned, playing with a curl. “I’m quite alright.” Any person wouldn’t notice, but Draco was a bonafide Slytherin. He could easily see her glassy eyes weren’t from a fun party. “Daisy? You alright?” She shook her head, trying to dismiss him. “So, you and the boss, huh?” He looked towards his drink, sighing. “Not exactly.” She gave a fake smile, looking around in concern. “At least she cares for you. You can see it. I’ve never seen her more loving to anyone, and her sister visited a few times.” He bit his lip, trying to hide his flushed face. “I suppose. Maybe I’ll ask her out, some day.” Daisy nodded, her fingers shaking. “Daisy, are you sure you’re alright-” “Do you even know where she is, Draco?” His brows creased, “She’s-” “In the lady’s room, I’m sure.” He looked at her as if she were crazy, her Trelawney resemblance peaking. “I-how did you-” “I wouldn’t be surprised if he were in town.” Draco felt rage tighten his chest, “Who is he?” Daisy frowned, “Your closest friend at the paper. Don’t worry. She shags everyone at the Christmas parties.” He turned, sprinting out of the room. He didn’t have time to wait for the elevator, and bolted as fast as he could up the stairs. He finally reached the top floor, his breath constricting in his throat. He opened the door, hoping and praying to be wrong. He gasped as he viewed Y/n sprawled on the desk, Alvin hovering over her. He was kissing her neck, feeling her hips. Draco began to have a nervous breakdown, his arms shaking uncontrollably. Alvin looked up when he heard his labored breathing. Friverwitch smirked, not taking his hands from their place. “Draco, just turn around and close the door.” He shook his head, pulling his wand from his coat pocket. “GET YOUR FILTHY HANDS OFF OF HER!” He felt his heart utterly break when Alvin only smirked. “I don’t think either of us want that? Do you, love?” Y/n waited a moment, before shaking her head. Draco couldn’t exactly see her face, but was ruined all the same. “I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I d-d-don’t-” “Spare yourself. Don’t wanna put that tongue through too much trouble.” Y/n closed her eyes, a simple tear falling. She couldn’t see Draco, but she felt her lip quiver at the fact that he was stuttering. It was a knowing sign that he was crumbling. “Ho-how..HOW COULD YOU!” Draco glared at them, Alvin not flinching. “Its business, bud. Now, if you could close the door on your way out-” “I BLOODY CONSOLED IN YOU! I TOLD YOU EVERYTHING! I POURED MY SOUL OUT TO YOU!” He huffed, “You could have at least told me you were seeing Alvin.” Y/n stood up at that, buttoning her blouse. “I’m not.” He shot daggers at her, shaking his head. “You..You don’t get to talk. I can’t believe Daisy was right.” Alvin laughed, “Of course she was.” He looked between Draco and Y/n, and headed for the door. “Well, you two look like you need to figure things out. I’ll be off. Oh, and Y/n, pleasure doing business with you.” Draco punched him in the nose, and continued to kick him in the ribs. Y/n screamed his name, as he elbowed his and clawed and kicked anywhere he could. By the time he had finished, Alvin was a disheveled mess on the floor. Draco pointed his wand at Friverwitch’s throat, screeching in pain. Y/n whispered not to hurt him, and Draco turn towards her, broken. “What?” he whispered. Y/n sighed, holding herself. “Don’t, Draco.” He trembled, falling apart. “SHUT UP! YOU DON’T HAVE THE RIGHT TO SAY ANYTHING TO ME! JUST..JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!” Draco ran out of the room, cradling himself. In all the time he had known Y/n, he never had expected his mother to be correct. Y/n was a black widow, and Draco was utterly and hopelessly woven into her web.

Two weeks later was when he found out. He had been in his apartment, since it was his day off. Whenever Draco had time, he would guard his home, scared that another riot might occur. The day after the party was silent. Daisy was nowhere to be found. She left a note, with a mug from Hog’s Head on his desk. ‘Thanks for being my friend.’ Truth be told, Draco had thought of her as a sister. When he accepted the fact that she couldn’t be around Y/n, due to her..correlations.. with Friverwitch, he understood her departure. Still, it was bitter sweet knowing Dizzy, and all the odd kindness she had to offer. Draco was sipping at his tea, reading a book of Skeeter’s when he heard the news. His watch buzzed, alerting him. ‘Come to the office, immediately.’ He twisted his face in confusion, since it wasn’t her voice talking. It was a voice he dreaded most of all. Alvin.

Draco apparated in front of her desk, all of her things gone. He looked around, horrified. The furniture had lost its meaning. The chairs no longer had her imprint. The books were gone. His beloved Y/n was gone. He searched the floor, running down the halls. “Y/N! Y/N, WHERE ARE YOU! WHERE HAVE YOU GONE!” His feet stopped in front of the double doors leading to the owlery. He pushed them open with all his force, his body stopping to see Alvin, standing by the large windows. Baldwin was perched on his shoulder, gnawing at a nut. Draco could feel Friverwitch’s smirk, just by the unsettling presence in the room. “Where is she?” “Who?” He revolved, Draco being correct about his smirk. “Oh, you mean that whore?” Draco quaked, trying to swallow down his nerves. “Where..is..she?” Friverwitch laughed, condescendingly, and walked around the room, taunting him. “She’s gone.” “Gone?” “Away. Since you had to step in and ruin our fun time, she couldn’t go through with it. She wouldn’t even let me kiss her..because of you.” Draco gaped, “Me?” “You. She’s bloody in love with your sorry arse. It killed her to even accept my offer. She was whining the whole time, saying how angry at her you’d be. She even cried that you would never want to be with her ‘damaged goods.’ Frankly, Draco, I told her you’d take whatever she’d give. Even if it were my leftovers.” 


Alvin fell to the floor, his owl flying into the distance. Alvin shook in pain, his screams tearing through the air. Draco’s years of training from Aunt Bella was finally kicking in. “Tell me where she is.” He lightened his wand enough for his victim to respond. “Never!” Draco gripped tighter, causing pain to sting through him. “I will ask one last time! If you don’t tell me, I will throw you off of this balcony!” “FINE!” Draco lowered his weapon, never taking his eyes off of Alvin. In that moment, Draco Malfoy was the scariest man alive. His stature displayed pure terror, and what was once a loving, mostly gentle soul turned into a terrifying force the Dark Lord himself couldn’t compete with. “She’s in New York.” “New York?” “Yes. She didn’t go through with our deal, so I didn’t either.” He managed between pants. “The Prophet is bankrupt. My company is buying it. I told her to shag me and save the paper, or stay moral and move. I transferred her to New York. She seemed happy. Said she couldn’t face you.” Draco tussled his hair, marching to her office. He locked Alvin in the owlery, and placed a silencing charm. This was enough for him to go crazy, which wouldn’t disappoint Draco. He ran into her office, grabbing a styrofoam cup. ‘I still have time.’

Y/n was holding a box, looking around her new office. “Well, its not nearly as large as my old one, but it’ll do.” She placed the box in the middle of the empty room, shaking her head. If she had just grown up, she could’ve stayed in London. 

Stayed with him.

Like magic, she heard a knock on her door. Draco busted in, gasping air. “Y/n..why did you go?” She stared at him, breaking with each desperate breath he took. “I failed you, Draco.” He paced towards her, cradling her face with his hand. “You did nothing wrong. I’m sorry he tried to use you.” A tear escaped her eye, her breaking point showing. “Draco, I’m sorry I never told you how I felt. I lead you on, only for you to have to see that.” He kissed her forehead, keeping his mouth against her. “I’m sorry I never expressed myself either.” She stepped back, wiping a tear. “You have to go back home. My work is here now. I’m sure Alvin will keep you at the paper. You are a good worker, and that’s all he cares about.” Draco shuddered, whimpering in his throat. “You’re my home.” She glanced at his shaken form, her heart clenching. “Y/n..I quit.” Her eyes met his in utter astonishment. “You what-” “I’ll find a job here. Wherever you go, I will pick up my things and leave! I’ll always be with you, even when you hate me!” She blushed, nibbling at her lips. “In fact, I handed a woman at the front desk my resume. Told her I’d make a good assistant for you.” Y/n smirked, “Really?” “Yes. In fact, I’m so confident I got the job, I started it already. As my first order of business, I got you your morning tea.” He handed her the cup, which she had failed to notice he had been holding. She gripped it tightly, but noticed the scribbled message on the side. As she read the writing, tears filled her eyes, her mouth widening in joy. 

Marry Me:

Sip for yes

Throw away for no

Y/n looked at him, her sobs finally escaping. 

She raised the cup to her mouth, taking a long gulp. As she placed the cup on the floor, she pulled Draco towards her, smashing her mouth to his. As he finally kissed his fiancé’s lips, he glamoured in the joy that they tasted exactly like a piping cup of earl grey.

14 Things I Learned in 2014

My own list of terribly cliché (but accurate) lessons that I have learned during my seventeenth year. 

1.) Over analysis leads to paralysis.

While talking about Hamlet one day in class, my English teacher said this. Everyone else simply ignored her words, but I immediately took out my notebook and wrote them down. Thinking too much can kill you, slowly and painfully. 

2.) It is better to ask for forgiveness than for permission

 As a child, I lived by this motto. I was wild. I don’t recommend being absolutely careless, but sometimes you need to have fun. Do something you normally wouldn’t. Worry about it afterwards (or preferably not at all).

3.) Stand for something or you’ll fall for anything

Form your own opinions. And when you’re ready, voice them. Defend yourself, even if it’s difficult. Think for yourself and act for yourself. Don’t let somebody else control you.  

4.) Nobody can make you feel inferior without your consent

After breaking down in front of my teacher earlier this year, she told me this quote. It made me feel better. Instead of believing other people’s words about me, I told myself I was awesome. And I was. Other people’s opinions about you aren’t always true. You could be the most beautiful rose in the garden and someone else might prefer dandelions, but that doesn’t make roses any less beautiful. 

5.) People are not always who they appear to be.

In fact, most of the time, they are not. I had a friend who I thought loved me unconditionally, but the truth is…she didn’t. And it hurts. It hurts so badly when someone is not who you thought they were, but you need to take care of yourself. Be cautious with who you trust. 

6.) Take pictures. Lots of them.

Pictures don’t change, even when people do. Someday, when you’re old and gray, you’ll want to look back on your younger years. Maybe your grandchildren will want to see what you looked like at their age. Take lots of pictures, because they’ll help you remember the good times you had. And that your life was worth living.

7.) Don’t put the key to your happiness in someone else’s pocket

When it comes down to it, you are in charge of your own happiness. And that’s the way it should be. Don’t rely on other people to make you happy, because unfortunately they will let you down time after time. You can be happy on your own. 

8.) There is a difference between loving a person and loving the attention they give you

The latter isn’t love at all. 

9.) True friends are hard to find

And sometimes, people you thought were true friends weren’t. But “I’d rather have 4 quarters than 100 pennies.” It’s okay if you don’t have many friends, so long as you have someone. Everybody needs somebody, but nobody needs 100 somebodies. 

10.) You are never irreparably broken.

When your world comes crashing down, remember that you’ve gotten through it before. Sure, you might be a little damaged and hurt. But if you work hard and stay positive, you can be whole again. Things are never hopeless.

11.) Never settle

Keep dreaming, keep working, all day everyday. Your hard work does pay off. If you have your heart set on something, work until you can’t work any longer. Reach for the stars, and never stop.

12.) Be a voice, not an echo

I’ve always had a loud mind and a quiet voice. But this year, I have pushed myself to speak up. To let my opinions be known. And you should, too. Because your opinions matter just as much as anyone else’s. 

13.) Self love is the most important kind of love there is. 

Loving yourself can be so hard. But please, look at yourself in the mirror every day and tell yourself you’re beautiful. Because you are. And I promise, someday you’ll believe it.

14.) Life goes on

Sometimes, you will fall so low that you think you could never get through it. But I promise you, you can and you will. Life keeps going, no matter what. So you have to pick yourself up and keep living.

The first time I met George Harrison, he appeared behind me as if he were a ghost. It was 1987, and I was coming to his home in Henley-on-Thames, a leafy London suburb, to interview him for the 20th anniversary issue of Rolling Stone. I got off the commuter train and, because Harrison’s wife Olivia had told me that someone would be there to pick me up, I was looking around for my ride.

Everyone else on the train had gone to their cars, and I was standing alone. Then I heard a voice remark, “You look like the only person here who might be from New York.” I turned around to see a smiling George Harrison. Partly because he had always been such a reclusive, mysterious figure, it was a little shocking to see him in the flesh. He hadn’t spoken to Rolling Stone in thirteen years; really, he’d done very few interviews of any kind during that period.

Just getting in touch with him had been problematic. I had left messages and FAXes with everyone that I thought might be able to reach him. I heard nothing back for weeks, until one afternoon Olivia called me to find out why I was trying to contact George. She and I talked for about half an hour that day and, because of that conversation, I was able to break the news that Harrison was working on a new album, which eventually became Cloud Nine, to be released later that year. Olivia and I talked on the phone a number of times after that, but, even after I’d flown to London, Harrison had not agreed to do the interview. Just that morning, a Saturday in June, Olivia had called me at my London hotel to tell me that “George will be around this afternoon,” and if I could make my way out to Henley, he would speak to me.

Now I was lying in the low passenger seat of Harrison’s black Ferrari 275 GTB, as he drove me to his Friar Park estate. As he drove – unnecessarily fast, his fondness for racing cars much in evidence – he glanced over at me. “So, I understand you spoke to Paul yesterday. How is he doing?” So this is what’s become of the Beatles, I instantly thought to myself: George Harrison has to ask me how Paul McCartney is doing.

I explained that Paul seemed to be doing pretty well. I’d interviewed him the day before for the same anniversary issue of Rolling Stone. I told Harrison that, while McCartney had been friendly, it was hard for me to get control of the interview. I had to really assert myself to get to ask the questions I wanted to ask. Harrison was quiet, and then looked over and flashed a sly smile. I thought of the scene in Let It Be, where George bridles at Paul’s bossiness as Harrison is attempting to play a guitar part on one of Paul’s songs. It was as if Harrison was saying to me, “Well, that’s what it was like – and that’s why I’m asking you how he’s doing.”

Harrison and I talked for two hours that day in a guesthouse on his property. He set the tone of the interview at the start when, after some casual chat in the kitchen as he prepared coffee, he tossed a pack of cigarettes down on the table, and said, “Well, what would you like to talk about?” That interview is the most distinct in my mind of any that I have done in more than twenty years of music journalism. The Beatles, after all, had changed my life. More than any other single factor, they are the reason why I do the work I do. Being able to speak with Harrison was a rare enough opportunity in itself. But being able to ask him everything I wanted to about his experiences in the Beatles and afterwards was almost too much for me to handle.

I’ve met plenty of famous people in the course of doing my job, but when you meet the ones who got under your skin when you were a kid, it’s a whole different story. As we sat there talking, so many images flooded my mind: seeing the Beatles on The Ed Sullivan Show, seeing the amazing videos they made for “Strawberry Fields” and “Penny Lane,” seeing Harrison’s dark eyes staring out of so many album covers and photographs. It seemed impossible that, at one time in my life, I was sitting in my living room watching the Beatles on television, and he was one of those four people on the screen, and now we were sitting at a table talking.

It was that day that, out of pure necessity, I created the internal mantra that I repeat to myself whenever I’m interviewing someone and I’m in danger of losing my focus because my emotions are threatening to overwhelm me. “Get excited later,” I tell myself. Meaning, get excited when the story is in the magazine. For now, concentrate and do your work.

As the afternoon progressed, the room darkened and filled with the smoke from our cigarettes. As he spoke, Harrison conveyed in the most compelling terms how strange it was to be in the Beatles, and be constantly besieged. “That year – I mean, you could say any year, really, from, say, 1965 up to the Seventies – it was, like, I can’t believe we did so much, you know?” he said. “But those years did seem to be a thousand years long. Time got elongated… . I mean, sometimes I felt like a thousand years old.”

The major impression Harrison left with me that day was the depth of his spiritual conviction. Speaking of his feelings about John Lennon in the wake of Lennon’s death, Harrison told me that their closeness continued. “That’s there permanently, whether he’s in a physical body or not,” he said. “I mean, this is the goal anyway: to realize the spiritual side. If you can’t feel the spirit of some friend who’s been that close, then what chance have you got of feeling the spirit of Christ or Buddha or whoever else you may be interested in? ‘If your memory serves you well, we’re going to meet again.’ I believe that.”

I hope he’s right.

—  Anthony Decurtis, Rolling Stone (Nov. 30, 2001)

This week’s crew profile is with our amazing background painter, Hallie Wilson!

  • When did you become interested in animation and why?

I became interested in animation during my junior year of high school when I realized that there is more to animation than just animating – like background painting! Plus I grew up glued to the TV to watch Nicktoons and Disney movies.

  • What was your first job in animation?

My first job was at Fox ADHD. I colored animation on Axe Cop.

  • If you could befriend one animated character, who would it be and why? 

When I was younger, I really wanted to be friends with Arnold from Hey Arnold! He’s a genuinely great person, super chill, and who wouldn’t want to hang out in his room??

  • What is the best piece of advice you’ve ever been given? 

As cheesy as it sounds, the best advice I’ve been given was that I can pursue anything I set my mind to.  Determination, passion, and hard work have gotten me where I am today.

  • If you had to eat one kind of food every day for the rest of your life, what would you pick? 

This is the hardest question!! I love all food, but I suppose I could be happy with curry.

Today, I was tired.
Today, I woke up at 7am after getting 4 hours of sleep to go downtown to a volunteer event until 12:30, immediately followed by isolating myself in the library to study for my huge Bio exam on Monday.
Today, I was extremely unmotivated to work out.
But today, I was dedicated.
Today, I was determined.
Today, I forced myself to take time for ME. I picked my ass up out of the library and into the gym by 6:00pm and devoted one hour to my health.
Today, I had the best work out of my life.
It was heat day. My first Phase 2 heat day. (Or should I say INFERNO?!) I didn’t want to be there. I was dreading it. But i turned on my pump up playlist, cut out all distractions, and put my game face on.

Today, I. Fucking. Killed it.

I gave this workout 120%.
This is the face of a tired, sweaty, worn-out champion.

Today, I proved to myself that I CAN do this. Whatever I set my mind to. I can do it.

I am my own motivation.

Rewind: September 11, 2015

This entry was written for my comm1048 class. 

   “Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry, and narrow-mindedness.” - Mark Twain
Fear. Fear of the unknown, fear of being in the same place, fear of living and dying without seeing the world threw my own eyes. My five year meditation between secondary school and post secondary education led me to drift through out this beautiful country. Trapped by the bigotry of small town life; gypsy soul yearning to be set free. My journey begins at the ripe age of eighteen.
  Through out our lives opportunities will come and they will go. Some are insignificant, others on the other hand are monumental in our growth as an individual. Eighteen years old is when my opportunities begun. My first led me to the magnificent frozen tundra of the north: Iqaluit, Nunavut. The moment the tires left the runway, all doubt and second guessing on my decision disappeared. Watching my small town disappear beneath the wing of the bowing 737 clarified that my soul wasn’t created for small town life. When the plane landed at 1:30 in the afternoon, the sun had already begun to set over the frozen horizon. By 1:45 it had set. Living in a state of darkness made the days collide like comets drifting aimlessly though out our solar system. Iqaluit taught me that even though I never left my first world country, not all of us Canadians are granted the same standards of living or quality of life; mind blown, wide open.
   Growing up in the maritimes gave me a prejudice disposition. I mean, we live in the best place right ? Or so I thought. Reality set in that my work term would soon be over, forcing me to go back to everything thing I was running from. When I came “home,” or better yet; The place I once considered home to be -I realized that even though I had left- nothing had changed. Yearning to set my gypsy soul free once again, another opportunity graced it presence; northern British Columbia. The contents of my life packed into tiny brown boxes, then stuffed into a rail car. Again, I found myself boarding another bowing 737 saying good bye for what I hoped to be my last time.
   We begun the descent to the most exhilarating experience in my life thus far. Living in the north is not glamorous by any means, but it holds the key to opening doors of opportunities the maritimes couldn’t offer me. What it did was give me time. Time to figure out who I was and where I wanted to end up in this crazy rat race we call life. It ended my struggle of being trapped below the poverty line; slaving to barely make it by. Taking full advantage of this opportunity, I explored every chance I got.  I fell in love, completely mesmerized by the site and experiences my life was offering me. I felt as though I held the world in the palm of my hands.
   I made an irrational life choice based on a temporary emotion, closing this chapter in my life; coming “home.”  Six days, five thousand, seven hundred and seventy-one kilometres later I put the truck in park. Realizing I was faltering my opportunities for the benefit of others. I promised my self this was just temporary, only ninety days and i’d be on my way. Unforeseen circumstances threw a wrench in my life plans. Reality was I hadn’t planned for the unexpected. Always expect the unexpected. At twenty one my opportunities had led me to explore every province and territory in the country I reside except Newfoundland. I’ve followed the trans-canada highway, winding and twisting across its entirety from Vancouver to Halifax. I’ve also been blessed to explore other countries, not just this this beautiful one.
   Terry Pratchett tugged at my heart strings with his inspiring quote “ Why do you go away ? So that you can come back. So that you can see the place you came from with new eyes and extra colours. And the people there see you differently, too. Coming back to where you started is not the same as never leaving.” No truer words have spoken to my soul. My future endeavours will lead me exactly where I need to be, and in time, I may just find a place to call my home.

I’m Yours

Word Total: 1245 woops…

Request: Anonymous asked: Could I request a reader x Poe where they are best friends and everyone on base has been telling them for months to just get together but reader is a subordinate pilot to Poe and Poe didn’t want to cross the line yet. He changes his mind when Snap pretends to be into reader and flirts with reader just to make Poe make a move out of jealousy and panic at the idea of someone else being with reader? Thanks

Pairing: Poe Dameron x Reader

Notes: My computer died… all my work was lost, good thing it’s saved here

Poe admired her from a distance, with a small smile set upon his lips. He had taught her all the basics to pilot an X-wing. He sighted in a couple of days, she’ll become a pilot just like him. There were so many implications in that, but it was her dream and he was happy for her. If she was happy he was happy… he shook his head and let out a laugh; he sounded so corny…

“You like her?”

Poe looked to his friend, Snap, and crossed his arms shaking his head for a second time. There was no way he could be with her, he was too old for her in addition to that she’ll be under his command. It would not be ethical to be in a relationship with her. And the strongest opposition was:

That she was the General’s youngest daughter. General Organa was very protective of her daughter; he was lucky that he could be closer to her without a scold from the General.

“No” he firmly indicated looking at Snap, who only raised an eyebrow and nodded. It was a blatant lie, he really like her, but he was not going to destroy her future being with her.

“Right… You’re not a very good liar, Poe. Is very noticeable how much you fancy her” Snap claimed looking back and forth between them. Y/N looked back at them and give them a very bright smile. Poe turned his head and playfully glared at him. “And how much she fancies you.  You give me diabetes and how sweet you’ll look together” he added grimacing at the thought of it. “In second thought, everyone in the base basically is shipping you together” Poe frowned; he had rumors about a bet circulating about him and Y/N.

“She’s only another pilot under my command I will never think of her like that”

Y/N turned her attention back to her friend, Buin, another pilot trainee. “See he was looking at you” commented Buin looking at her with a smirk. “He likes you… It’s creepy how much he looks at you” her tone was of fake incredulity, everybody in the base had bet going on how much time will Poe confessed to Y/N. And now she was losing two months and only steal glances and small touches, nothing mayor. If she didn’t accelerate the process or she was going to lose something very important. Besides, Poe and Y/N needed a little push…

“Sure… And it’s creepier that you actually noticed that” Y/N commented rubbing her arm and shyly looking over her shoulder and like Buin had said Poe was looking at her but quickly turned his attention to his friend. She felt a blush invading her cheeks. Rubbing her neck, she smiled shyly at her friend, Buin only smirked and shook her head.

“ You two are unbelievable” she whispered in disbelief, how can two people be so blind; there are pilots for the love of the galaxy…

Y/N frowned it was another day that Poe had ignored her greeting. Buin and Snap looked at each other as they saw Y/N sad frown as Poe clearly ignore her.

“What the is he doing?” Buin whispered angrily to Snap who tapped his chin, he narrowed his eyes in thought.  "Is he trying to drive her away?“ She scoffed crossing her arms and tapping her foot angrily against the cement floor below her.

"That’s clearly what he is trying to do…” Snap concluded he could see it in the way his friend tightened his grip and bit his lip. “I have a plan, though…”

Y/N sat alone in the canopy tree cleaning her helmet. “What are you doing all alone, Y/N?” She looked up and saw Snap smiling at her. “May I sit?” he pointed at the empty spot in the bark, just beside her.

Poe was walking through the open hangar when he heard a giggle. His lips set into a tight line and his posture went rigid.

In front of him…

Y/N’s face was red and clinging to Snap´s arm. There was a wide smile on her face as Snap pompously talked about one of his adventures. She turned to look at him, a frown set on her face; she turned her attention to Snap and a smile quickly appear on her face. Poe felt desolated as he looked at them…

“What are you doing?” Poe hissed at Snap as he was about to sit in front of him in the dining hall.

“About— Hey, Y/N!” Snap completely ignored Poe as he trailed behind Y/N. Poe clenched his jaw and stood up from the table and marched out of the hall, leaving all his food behind.

Poe frowned as soon as he saw Snap and Y/N having an avid conversation. “You didn’t” he heard exclaimed putting a hand on his arm. “Yeah, I totally see why” she added and patted his forearm.

And that’s when Poe felt rage and agony at the same time. “Poe, are you feeling well?”

He turned around and saw Buin smirking like a little kid. “Snap seems to like Y/N, very good couple” she added thoughtfully nodding her head. “Wanna bet how much—” she revealed to Poe pieces of paper and he quickly marched away greeting his teeth. “I bet a week” she shouted and Poe looked over his shoulder and glared at her. “Bet how much time you can take” she added but Poe was too far to hear it. “To confess to her”

Poe angrily put his orange jumpsuit on. He growled when he heard Y/N’s giggles and Snap’s thunderous laughs. “Can you be quiet!” Y/N turned around and see Poe standing behind her. Veins were visible on his forehead and his jugular radically beat against his neck. From his neck to his forehead it was the color of his blood. “Are you feeling ill?” She inquired turning around to look at him.

“I’m fine,” he said between gritted teeth took his helmet and furiously walked out of the room. “Dandy actually”

A week passed and Poe hasn’t directed a word to her. “Maybe your plan is not working at all” Y/N commented looking at Snap and Buin. “It seems to drive him away further” she looked at Poe who sat with his back to them.

“Give him the time he’ll come around,” Snap said looking at Buin who only grinned and nodded enthusiastically. “Just wait”

“So I just” Buin nodded looking at Y/N.

“I look hideous” Y/N looked at her reflection in the mirror. She was wearing some weird contraception of Buin’s doing.

“You look beautiful, Y/N”

Poe gripped his helmet, Snap and Y/N talked with General Organa. A smile was displayed on the General’s face. “Abou— “

Y/N felt someone tugged her hand and drove away into the forest. “Poe, wait you’re hurting me” Poe stopped and let go of her wrist. Slowly she rubbed her redden wrist. “Look at—“

“I can’t take it anymore, Y/N” Y/N looked from her wrist to Poe. “I love you”


“I understand that you like Snap, I just wanted to let you know that—“

“I love you, too” Y/N hands snake around Poe’s waist and settled her head on his chest. “I thought you will never confess, though”

“But I thou—“

“Yeah, I won; pay up you idiots” Buin shouted, Poe and Y/N looked back and saw all the base looking at them.

“A word Commander Dameron”

Highway to Hell - Demon!Luke pt. 16

A/N: This part is in Luke’s POV and it does contain smut so don’t read it if you shouldn’t or I’ll tell your mom. This is the second to last part! :( I honestly can’t believe it’s already over. It feels like I just started it. It cuts off at a pretty climactic part but the next chapter will pick up from there. And I’m posting the next part tonight too so that’s neat! Let me know if this is any good guys :)

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          The only problem with being back on campus was finding time to be alone. Holland’s roommate was unpredictable so we had no idea if or when she’d be back in the room and Ashton was always running in and out all day. To make it even more complicated, I was never entirely sure when we’d want to do anything so asking Ashton to stay out of the room might not work in our favor.

           But it was worth a shot.

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The Scene I Think Should Have Been in Sherlock the Other Night


JOHN: Why didn’t you tell me?

SHERLOCK: You had your own life to get on with.

JOHN: No. No. There is no way that even you could think…

SHERLOCK: You were busy with - with what’s-her-name, the one that…

JOHN: You let me grieve you, Sherlock. For two years.


SHERLOCK: I had to.


SHERLOCK: Everyone was watching. They knew there’d be a trick. They were watching for a trick.

JOHN: You told your parents. You told half the homeless network.

SHERLOCK: They were watching you. Because you were the only person who would care.

JOHN: Two years.

SHERLOCK: The most brilliant mind in Britain jumps from a rooftop in broad daylight, in front of a dozen witnesses? Of course it’s a trick. And they’ll poke around and hurt all of the right people until they work it out. But if John Watson believes it? If John Watson goes back to his therapist, picks up his absurdly tedious day job, can’t even set foot in Baker Street?


Slight of hand is about where you focus the attention. I had to use your grief to sell it.


I’m sorry, John. I needed you to save my life.

Light Me Up

Characters - AU!Sam x Reader

Word Count - 1267

Prompt - Watching Fireworks

Warnings - Fluff, Sexual tension, this is garbage (idk if that’s a warning)

A/N - This is my fic for my 30 First Dates with Sam Winchester project! The reader’s childhood memories stem directly from mine.

Tags - @spnfanficpond @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog @kittenofdoomage @jensennjared @winchesterenthusiast @king-crowley-tho @manawhaat @aprofoundbondwithdean @mamapeterson @kayteonline

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Originally posted by lilium

You weren’t big on holidays, that went without saying but when you were asked on a date for the Fourth of July, you couldn’t say no. The way that Sam, your new coworker at the school looked at you when he asked, there was no other answer in your mind but yes. Granted, it’d been at least a year since your last actual date but you couldn’t think of a greater guy to break that cycle with.

Sam was 6'4" of pure gorgeous sunshine. The man was a marvel and you were stunned the first time you laid eyes on him. He had the most beautiful hazel eyes you’d ever seen, his hair looked soft and shiny, he always had a bit of stubble dusted across his face that just added to his sex appeal.

Aside from Sam’s many physical traits, he was honestly one of the sweetest people you’d met in a long time which is probably why you’d gravitated toward him more and more over the past few months. It wasn’t out of the ordinary for you and Sam to be seen eating lunch together, walking to your cars at the end of the day with smiles on your faces. Something about the way the two of you just clicked, made you instantly comfortable with him as if you’d known him your whole life.

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