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A Wild Night in Vegas -- Part 9

Okay. Well. @outlandishchridhe and I said it would be a while before we’d post a new chapter. We might have fibbed a little. Cause well, here’s a new chapter. We used plotting as a reward for getting homework done, which we totally did. And we had far, FAR too much fun plotting and writing this chapter.

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Fraser Bairn Wach: Month 3

Jamie put the finishing touches on the quinoa salad as the door unlocked. Claire hung her keys up and dropped her bag on the floor.

“Why is it so bloody hot here?” she asked, heading to the refrigerator for a bottle of cold water.

While she took a long drink, he went to her bag and pulled out the plastic bag of wet washcloths to rinse and return to the freezer. Claire already had the extra out and pressed against her neck.

“Because it’s July in the desert, Sassenach,” he said with a laugh. “Did ye drink enough water?”

“I did, I promise. What did you make?”

Setting the bowl on the table, he stuck the serving spoon into it and took a deep breath.

“Weel, it’s a quinoa salad wi’ cucumbers and chickpeas, and a light yogurt dill dressing on the side, to use as ye like.”

“That sounds amazing. And it’s cool, oh I do love you Jamie.”

He gave her a soft kiss on her cheek and smiled as she picked up a slice of cucumber from the cutting board. It was true, what they said. Women had a particular glow about them when they were pregnant and his wife was no different.

Claire had gotten through the first couple months of her pregnancy pretty much unscathed as far as morning sickness was concerned. She had heard the horror stories of mornings filled with vomiting and not being able to eat and thought she had made it past the point that it would affect her. She thought that. But sadly, she was wrong.

It came on all of a sudden. Just one bite of the cucumber. One minute she was fine, the next, she was sprinting down the short hallway and into the bathroom to release the food she had just put into her mouth. Jamie, who had been startled from his dinner preparation by her sudden departure, heard the retching coming from behind the closed door and knocked tentatively.

“Sassenach? Are ye alright?”

He heard her gasp before she answered. 

“Yes, I’m fine. Don’t come in! I don’t want you to see this.”

The water came on and he listened while she brushed her teeth. A moment later, she came out, her face still a little flushed.

“Are ye sure you’re alright, Sassenach?”

“Yes, I’m just fine. I’m perfectly alright now. Though, I think I might not be able to make myself eat the cucumbers in the salad…”

“Dinna fash. I’ll pick them out for ye and eat them myself. I made them big chunks, aye?”

She filled a glass with water and began to drink it while he fixed her a bowl without cucumbers. The rest of the evening was uneventful. They snuggled in bed, though he was hesitant to let it go further than that.

In the morning, he set aside a portion of the leftovers from the previous night for Claire’s lunch, taking care to pick out the cucumbers. Then he started getting together a small breakfast for her, knowing she had a very full day between her classes and work. He’d just buttered some toast and set it on a plate when she came out of the bedroom.

“Morning,” she said, grinning at him.

“Morning, mo nighean donn. Are ye hungry?”


Steering her away from the plate of eggs he’d fixed, he sat her down at the table.

“We’ll no’ see each other all day and I’ll probably be late wi’ work tonight. Let me feed ye properly, at least.”

Rolling her eyes, she folded her arms and waited. Finished, he filled her plate with the eggs and toast. She took one big bite of the perfectly cooked eggs and her hand went to her mouth. Immediately, he knew she would bolt to the bathroom again by the look on her face. This time he followed her in.

While she gripped the sides of the toilet, he held her hair back and out of her face until she finished retching. The sound of it had him worrying that something was wrong with the bairn. Finally, it was over. She sat back and slumped against the wall, her face covered in sweat.

“Are ye alright?”

“I am now.”

“Do we need to call your doctor? I’m gettin’ worried.”

Shaking her head, she closed her eyes and leaned against the wall.

“Unfortunately, this is completely normal,” she sighed, wiping her mouth and taking his outstretched hand to stand up. “Completely normal. It’s just morning sickness.”

“That doesna really explain you being sick last night though.”

“Well, they call it morning sickness, but really it happens all the time. It can happen any time of day and all through the pregnancy, although I’m really hoping our little one here doesn’t keep making me sick or it’ll be a long 6 months to go.” She smiled as she said this, caressing her very, very small bump. She would throw up every day, and gladly, as long as the baby was safe.

Jamie rubbed her back gently, still worried.

“And you’ll be alright at school? And work?”

“Honestly, I feel perfectly alright now. I’ll take it as easy as I can, I promise. But I’ll be fine.”

She brushed her teeth again and followed him back out. Opting for a bowl of cereal instead of the eggs, she finished and grabbed her lunch bag.

“What’d you pack me today?”

“Leftovers from last night. Wi’out the cucumbers. Picked them all out myself.”

“Such a gentleman you are.”

With a deep bow, he gave her hand a kiss.

“Lord Midnight the Blue, at your service, my lady.”

“I’ll see you tonight, my lord. Try not to break yourself at work?”

“Ye ken I fight the dark forces of Merlin. Sometimes that involves taking a blow. But I’ve got a fine lady of medicine waiting for me at home who’ll tend to my wounds.”

Car keys in hand, she smirked from the doorway.

“Just make sure to sneak her out the back door before I see her.”

He let out a hearty laugh as she left.

Thankfully his show had gone well and he hadn’t left with new injuries. Claire would be pleased. As he pulled out of the employee parking lot, he thought about her struggles with the pregnancy sickness. With a stroke of inspiration, he drove to a grocery store and bought her three red roses.

At home, Claire was bustling around the kitchen.

“You’re home!”

“Aye, I am. Sorry I’m late.”

“It’s alright. You’re here now. Hungry?”

With the roses in one hand, he wrapped his arms around her, presenting the flowers with a flourish.

“Starved. But I’ve a wee gift for ye first.”

“Oh Jamie! What’s the occasion?”

“Weel, I figure you’re about three months gone now, aye? Three roses for three months. I canna do the work for ye or take this sickness for ye, but I can bring ye something to say thank you.”

Turning around in his arms, she put her own around his neck and blinked back the tears.

“I think that’s the sweetest thing anyone’s ever done for me. I didn’t think you’d kept such close track.”

“Of course I have, mo nighean donn,” he said, hand over the nearly invisible swell. “This is my child too. I want to keep track of how our bairn’s progress is doing. And to say I love ye more and more every day.”

“I love you too, Jamie.”

Claire set the table and served them both dinner. They ate happily while she regaled him with details from her day, both school and work. Admittedly, he didn’t understand most of the things she said about her classes, but she was happy. That was all he ever wanted.

Dishes in the sink, they cuddled on the couch for a little while. The three red roses sat in a vase on the end table where Claire had put them.

“Ye ken what day it is, Sassenach?”


He tried to keep his smile down, but he couldn’t. Monday was easily his favorite day of the week for one very good reason.

“Ye ken how ye let me take a photograph of yer wee belly on Mondays?”

Heaving a sigh, she slowly stood and started to walk towards the wall he liked to take the picture against.

“Honestly Jamie, I’m not even showing yet. At most, it looks like I’ve a food baby that’s settled there. I don’t know why you want a picture of it. I just look bloated.”

“I want a picture,” he said, turning her slightly after she pulled her shirt up to reveal her belly to him. “Because I want to watch you and the bairn grow.” He kissed her softly then pulled away.

“I want a picture because my beautiful wife is pregnant and glowing with our wee babe inside her.”

“I’m glowing because my skin is so oily and it’s shining in this light,” she retorted, though she smiled at him when he pointed his phone in her direction, unable to keep her hand from touching her near-flat belly.

“Take yer hand off there, Sassenach. I want to see the belly.” He smirked at her over the top of his phone and took another few pictures. She rolled her eyes at him and stuck her tongue out, but let him do as he pleased. Whether she would admit it or not, she also wanted to see her body grow and change, the subtle swell of her belly get larger with their child.

“And ye are glowing. It’s not just yer face, yer whole body seems more alight. Ye look completely beautiful. It’s not just the look of ye either, ken? There’s something all around ye now. I canna explain it, but it’s there.”

He leaned down and took her lips against his, her face shocked but pleased at his assessment of her.

“I do love you something fierce, Jamie Fraser,” she whispered to him between kisses.

“I love you, too, mo nighean donn. Come on. Let’s go to bed.”

About a week later, Jamie was just getting things out to start on dinner when Claire suddenly pushed back from her desk. She’d been studying for an exam all afternoon on her day off and he’d been trying to give her space. He’d been taking careful note about what different foods set off her nausea and had avoided using them at all costs.

Pulling the refrigerator door open roughly, she began digging through the drawers, muttering to herself.

“How do we have no cucumbers in this whole bloody apartment?!”

Frowning, he opened a jar and set it on the counter.

“Cucumber? The last time ye had any, it left ye puking yer guts out! I havena bought any in a week.”

She stood up and closed the door. He glanced at her just in time to see the tears welling in her eyes. Her bottom lip began to tremble as a red flush started up her neck. When her mouth opened, he thought she might yell. What happened was much, much worse.

“I just… Wanted… B-bloody cucumber…”

Then the dam broke and she shook with intense sobs. For a moment, he stood there in complete shock. His mouth hung open while she wept in the middle of the kitchen. He rushed to her and pulled her close, trying to find a way to soothe her.

“Hush lass, dinna cry. If ye want a cucumber, I’ll go and fetch ye one. Dinna cry, mo nighean donn. I’ll fetch ye a whole bushel if ye wish.”

Slowly, her head came up from his chest, her blue eyes amazingly bright from her tears.

“W-would y-you?” she stammered between hiccups.

“Aye, lass. I’ll go right now.”

“Th-thank you, Jamie.”

Considering her emotional state, he bought as many cucumbers as he could fit in the produce bag at the grocery store.

She was on the couch when he got home, no longer crying, thank God. She looked a little sheepish but, as soon as she saw him, she hopped to her feet and began reaching for the bag.

“No, no, a nighean. Let me wash one for ye first.”

He rinsed and brushed a large cucumber off before turning to the cutting board. Claire stood directly behind him, eyes on the vegetable.

“Christ!” he yelped, moving back. “I didna even hear ye get off the couch!”

Her eyes darted from him to the cucumber and back. When she licked her lips, he nearly threw it at her for fear of losing his own fingers.

“Here! Take the damn thing!”

She held it, staring down at it for a moment. Quickly, she picked up the knife Jamie had been about to use and chopped one end off before taking a huge bite. It wasn’t until she’d swallowed the bite that she looked up and met his eyes.

“I’m sorry, Jamie. These hormones are… I don’t even know what to do with myself. I didn’t mean to start crying like that. I’m sorry I frightened you.”

“Dinna fash, lass. Ye didna frighten me. I worried I’d been an arse somehow and hurt ye. If I’d kent ye wanted them, I’d have bought them at the store today.”

“I know, and I didn’t know I wanted them until I got up from the desk. I promise, it wasn’t you at all. Thank you for getting some. It’s quite good.”

Cupping her face in one hand, he smiled fondly at her.

“All I want is for ye to be happy. If ye need me to get ye cucumbers in the middle of the night, I’ll find some way to make it happen.”

She looked up at him seriously for a moment.

“I want you to be happy too. I feel like sometimes… I feel quite selfish. You do all these things for me and…”

Jamie cut her off with a long, slow kiss. He rested his forehead against hers and waited until she met his gaze.

“Ye do plenty for me, Claire. You come home after long days and make us dinner, you always ken when I need ye, when I’m hurting after work and yer willing to rub my shoulders for me, when ye get up before me to make a coffee for me, ye’re doing sae well in classes and working and growing our bairn. Trust me, Sassenach, going to fetch ye a wee cucumber is but a blip on the radar.”

He saw her eyes get teary again and hugged her close.

“Ye are perfect, mo nighean donn. Yer everything I didna know I wanted until I met ye. Dinna think that yer not worth that.”

He heard her soft sniffle against his shirt and ran a soothing hand down the length of her back.

“I love you,” came a watery voice from below his chin.

“I love ye, too, mo nighean donn. Come on. Let’s having something to eat, aye? Aside from yon wee cucumber there.”

That earned him a small laugh and a thump to the chest, but her eyes shone up at him, filled with wonder at this man who could love her so much.

She helped him prepare the rest of their dinner and they ate cuddled up on the couch instead of at the table, needing to just be close to one another.

When they went to bed that night, right before he drifted off to sleep, arms snugly around her, he heard her whisper, “How did I ever get so lucky as to find you?”

He smiled and searched for her mouth with his, giving her a sleepy kiss before bringing her even closer and pulling her into sleep with him, safe and secure in each other’s arms.

anonymous asked:

would you be willing to do angsty headcanons or short scenarios for the bros reacting to their s/o hiding injuries and taking care of them once they find out (the s/o lets it go waaay too long)? thanks. :)

Heck yes I’m willing and able. The angst train is now boarding. Choo choo mofo. 


“Why didn’t you tell me?” Noctis’s voice was only louder than a whisper as he got to his knees to study the festering wound that spread across your calf. 

You’d been hiding the messy wounds for a number of days now. It only took that long for it to become infected and for you to come down with a dangerously high fever.  

“I…. You need to get to Alitissia Noctis,” your raspy voice croaked out. “You can’t distract yourself with me. I’ll be fine. I just need rest.”

Why didn’t you tell me?” He repeated the question with an intense sadness dwelling in his eyes. His hands began to unwrap the drenched, bloody bandages that covered the culprit of your fever. You winced in pain at the slight movement irritated your wound.

“You have too much on your shoulders already,” you admitted. “The last thing I want you to worry about is me.”

Noctis shook his head as he reached for fresh gauze to wrap your injury. “I worry about you even when you’re not injured, babe,” he state matter of factly, carefully beginning to rewrap your calf. 

You whimpered as a mild pain shot through your body. “Well, there goes that plan,” you grumbled with a soft smile. 

Once the new bandage was secured over your wound, Noctis removed his hand from your calf and interlaced his fingers with yours. “Don’t scare me like like that, Y/N. I can’t tolerate seeing you like this… I can’t even think about losing you…” 

“I’m sorry, Noctis. I really am,” you words were sincere as you held a tender gaze into his blue eyes. 

“Apologies don’t matter right now. All that matters is that you’re safe and I love you.” The young Prince pressed his chapped lips against you smooth forehead. 

“I love you too, Noctis. Thank you… for everything.”


“Y/N are you sure you’re okay? You look… pale…” Prompto questioned uneasily as he shut the motel room’s wooden door behind him.

“Yeah, Prompto I’m fine,” you huffed out your lie with an exhausted breath. Never has a lumpy, filthy motel bed looked so welcoming. Day by day, the gash on your arm that you had been hiding underneath your jacket was making you feel more and more fatigued. When is the damn thing going to heal?! “I’m just tired, that’s all.”

“Okay….” Prompto sighed, unconvinced by your assurance. He walked toward you. “The guy down stairs said the AC was broken and it’s so hot ugh. Let me take your jacket off,” his slender hand landed directly where your injury hid underneath your jacket.

“AGH!” A scream involuntarily escaped your mouth as you sunk to your knees. 

Prompto hurried to your side, lowering himself to your level. “What? What happened?!” He questioned urgently. 

Finally giving up your nearly week long ruse, you carefully pulled down your jacket just enough to reveal your shoulder. Prompto’s eyes widened the instant he saw the inflamed stab wound. “W-when… did that happen?” He stuttered with a shaky breath. 

“A few days ago when we were fighting that behemoth,” you admitted sheepishly. Guilt began to flush through your veins. 

“We need someone to look at this, Y/N. It’s probably going to get infected. Ignis probably has some herbs or something to help the pain,” his words spewed out quickly, hardly taking a breath between sentences. 

“Prompto, it’s okay. Just calm down,” you hush him, taking his hand into yours.

“B-but,” he began to protest. Slowly you pressed your lips against his, silencing him and his worries. 

“Let’s go see Specs, okay?” You muttered to Prompto, a smile gracing your sweet lips. “I’m going to live through this,” you assured.


"How long has that been there?” Gladio growled lowly as you began to regain your consciousness. 

“W-what? What happened?” Your eyes desperately searched around to find you laying back in your hotel bed. Gladiolus sat on the sofa beside you. 

“You passed out on our way to the market,” he informed, his amber eyes alit with an intense fury. “How long have you had that cut on your ankle?”

“Oh! Uh-” His comment caught you off guard. “I… Just a few days,” you admitted in a mutter. “The last Magitek attack…”

“That was four days ago!” Gladio shot up from the couch. “Don’t you know that a cut like that can get infected and it can leave you seriously sick? Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t… want to burden you. I didn’t think it was a big deal…”

An awkward silence exploded across the room as your words buzzed through Gladiolus’s mind. His expression soon softened and a sigh passed through the King’s Shield’s mouth as he plopped down beside you. “You scared me, Y/N…”

“I’m sorry, Gladdy,” you felt your eyes begin to sting with tears. “I-I just,” tears suddenly began to fall at a rapid pace.

“Shhh,” Gladio he pressed you against his chest, enveloping you in a warm, protective embrace. “I’m sorry I yelled at you, baby. You’re going to be fine now. I promise you that.”

A smile grew on your lips as you felt tears continuing to slip down your cheeks. “You’re my hero, Gladiolus Amicitia.”


 Ignis busied himself by the first aid kit. You watched his back in anticipation for a scolding, but you only heard the dark sound of silence. 

“Ignis, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, I just-”

“Please, I don’t need to hear excuses right now,” he raised a hand, gesturing you to stay quiet. “Let me tend to your arm,” he sat beside your sleep back and lifted your right arm up to study it properly. “It’s close to infection,” he sighed.

“Will I live, Scientia?” You questioned with a guilty smile. 

“Yes, you will be fine. I just need to clean it,” he carefully placed your arm back to your side to retrieve the bottle of rubbing alcohol and a piece of white gauze. With a swift movement, he poured just enough alcohol onto the gauze and stared at you with lidded eyes. “This is going to sting, but only for a moment.”

“Okay,” you nodded, closing your eyes and clenching your teeth to brace yourself. 

The instant the gauze touched your wound a sharp sting of pain consumed you causing you to whimper audibly. 

“Just give it a moment. The pain will soon pass.” 

By the second his sentence ended, the stinging began to fade into a dull tingle. 

“Better?” He questioned, reaching for a bandage to apply to the freshly cleaned wound. 

“Yes, Ignis, thank you… I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner… Can I give you my excuse now?” 

“No,” he stated curtly. “I’m afraid your reason no longer matters. The only thing that matters is that you don’t let a wound go unchecked again.”

“Yes, Ignis. I’m sorry…” you sighed. 

“I love you, Y/N. I want you to understand I will always assist you, no matter what the issue.”

“I understand that now, Iggy. I love you too.”

Over Again. Part 2. (Jeon Jungkook.)

Requested – Yes.

Prompt – It is revealed that you will be working with BTS for exclusive coverage on their lives as idols, but you are concerned because Jungkook still hates you.

Warning – Angst, asshole Jungkook.

Words – 2,149.


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Shocked. The definition for that word is the feeling of surprise caused by an act that catches a person off guard. After the feeling of shock has subsided, there is always another emotion that comes along with it. It truly depends on how a person was able to get to that point. Sometimes the emotion is happiness. For example, surprise parties tend to end up in happiness. Sometimes the emotion is sadness. An unfortunate event could have happened that turns a person’s world upside down. Nonetheless, the first emotion is always shocked and what follows isn’t always a good thing.

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Pretty easy magic to get whatever you want (AKA, the Polar Spell)

This is called the Polar spell because it has two polaric sides: a banishing and a summoning.

This can be performed by someone from any path or faith.

You will simply need a quiet space and a point of focus. Try to use a unique point of focus that you only use with this spell.

For this spell, you will banish something you don’t want, then summon it’s opposite. Examples are poverty/wealth, loneliness/friendship, or anxiety/peace.

This point of focus can be anything. It could be nothing at all if you are good at focusing your mind. If you are a witch, you may like to use a candle flame, the witch’s compass, or some dried herbs. If you are religious, an icon of your god or religious leader could certainly do the trick. If you are New Age, try crystals. Choose an object that acts as a portal to the Universe, Heaven, or the Otherworld. When you focus on this object, your voice and thoughts are infused by the powers of that realm, and anything you desire can become reality.

If your path calls for it, cleanse your point of focus however you please. If you like, use my cleansing ritual.

Hold your point of focus and see that (imagine) it is covered with an icky, grimy energy. Take a deep breath and imagine your breath is the color of purification. Exhale on your focus object and see that the grimy energy is becoming totally cleared away, being purified by your breath and returning to a state of neutrality. Either exhale once or three times. If for some reason you cannot stop seeing the icky grimy energy on your object, let it rest covered in salt for three days.

While looking at your focus object, relax and imagine that you are becoming very connected with your realm. Let yourself be infused with the power of that place. It is shining down on you always, and all you need to do is accept it. In this moment of focus, you can accept it. Think or say, “I accept my power to change the Universe.” It is alright if you feel strange, tingly, or even a little creepy. It’s an intense moment. Enjoy it.

Think about what you would like to banish. Focus intently on it. Imagine it in whatever form seems most fitting. Then imagine that something happens to that energy which sends it away. Some examples:

  • The energies you wish to banish are burned up in flames, and the ashes are blown far away.
  • The energies are trapped in bubbles, and the bubbles carry them far away.
  • The energies are encased in lead or cement and sink to the bottom of the ocean.
  • The energies are an illusion which shatters like glass.

As you imagine the energies being destroyed or carried away, say or think, “I banish you, [energies]. You are exiled from my life.” Repeat this once or however many times seems fitting.

If for any reason, you simply cannot imagine these energies being removed, or they seem to be invulnerable to damage, you are trying to banish something too big or too deeply rooted. Start smaller.

Once these energies have been properly banished, it is time to call in their opposites to fill that blank space. Just as you did before, vividly imagine the opposing, benevolent energies appearing in your life.

  • Imagine that you are holding a seed, and from the seed sprouts the energies you desire.
  • Imagine that a strong wind or rain brings these energies and places them at your feet.
  • Imagine that before you is an ancient treasure chest, which opens to reveal what you desire.
  • Imagine that a creature of good omens carries these energies in its mouth and drops them in to your life.

Once the energies have “arrived,” imagine that they grow bigger and bigger until it fills your life.

If you cannot grow the energies, you may lack the power to do so, or something could be blocking them. Try summoning something else that is benevolent and healthy. In addition, try making your visualizations more simple and with less detail.

Once you have imagined this energy filling your entire life, do a gesture of sealing. An example could be saying a word or phrase like “so mote it be” or “it is done.” Or you could blink, clap your hands, stomp your feet, or do sign language.

Send thanks to your higher powers, leave an offering to the spirits, or do anything else to show your gratefulness (if desired). Cover your focus object with a cloth or within a container. Put it away. Go ground by eating some food, doing a little physical activity, and talking to friends.

Repeat this quick spell once a day until you see the forces in your life changing. For a small banishment/summoning, expect to see results within a week. For a much larger scale, the timeline will naturally grow longer.

If this spell does not work for you within a week, send me a message and we will troubleshoot.

Red & Silver (Part 8)

Summary:Reader befriends Natasha Romanoff in the Red Room, but Natasha has a lucky escape. She manages to join the Avengers, leaving the reader to be recruited by HYDRA and turned into an ultimate weapon to replace the one they lost.

Warnings: swearing, fluff (if that’s a warning?)

Word count: 1589

Italics is Bucky’s POV

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REQUESTED: “Credence has a praise/attention kink, like to start off with it’s just him needing it but after a while he discovers it stirs something in him(?) You can go wherever you want to go with this!“

Warnings: Unprotected sex (wrap up, everybody)

Word Count: 1,554

A/N: I went smutty.

Credence did not know that things would turn out this way. He had been starved for positivity and love, and Newt and his friends—especially you—had given him those things when he had most needed them. And the thing was, he still needed them, the praise and the kind words; it gave him bursts of confidence and feelings of self-worth to hear you tell him that he did a good job or that he was such a good boy. However, he had begun noticing that hearing you say things like that also did…other things to him. His breaths would come out in little puffs and the tell-tale tightening of his pants would send a furious flush to his cheeks, and he had no idea how to tell you this.

Things, however, reached their climax on one fateful Friday night when Credence, who was more confident now but just as reserved, had declined an invitation to go out with Newt and his friends for a well-deserved break. What he hadn’t realized was that you had also decided to stay in for the evening in favor of some silence and calm. So, hiding his surprise when you emerged from the kitchen and asked for some help with dinner, he got up from the couch to assist you.

You had asked him to reach the spices in the top cupboard for you and add what he wanted into the broth you had cooking, and really, it wasn’t hard a hard task. You were still happy he was helping though, and you were used to giving him compliments now—you loved seeing him share a small smile with you and blush—so you did what you always did. Only, this time it was too much for Credence.

You had tasted the broth from the spoon Credence had held out to you gently, cupping your hand underneath. Maybe this was what had him so off-guard for the compliment, because he was so busy noticing how beautiful you were smiling at him as you swallowed the liquid, which had him gulping at the sight of you. Regardless, you reached around to place a soft hand on the small of his back, gazing up at him with a warm glow in your eyes, and said, “This tastes great!! Better than what I would have put together. You’re just so good, Credence.”

Normally, he would have blushed and said thank you and turned away to hide exactly how much those words affected him, but somehow the “Thank you” got caught in his throat and a whimpering moan came out instead. His cheeks warmed, and he shuddered, turning away as he heard you click off the stove top. He couldn’t look you in the eyes because of all the shame he felt trapped in him until you had reached up gentle hands to cradle his face and turned him to look at you. “Credence?”

He finally dared meet your eyes and was shocked to find…curiosity, and maybe some hunger in there, if he could properly place what that look was. “Yes, Y/N?” Oh, that soft, rasping voice had always been too much for you even though you kept your distance, but you hadn’t realized your want for him had been mutual. And to see him now, trying to angle his hips away to hide his hardening… You couldn’t even speak, could only look up at him questioningly. “When you…tell me that I’m…good… It makes me…” He couldn’t finish his sentence; it was too shameful.

What you did next shocked him. Slowly, you brought a hand to his hip, turning him toward you and pulling him by a belt loop against you. He shuddered violently and couldn’t help the way his body curved in toward yours. You angled your face up toward his, letting your lips graze just slightly as you said, “You like it when I tell you that you’re my good boy?”

At your words, something woke up in him that he hadn’t realized had been so dormant until now. He breathed out a harsh and raspy “Yes” as he leaned down to catch your lips before they could pull away. He didn’t really know what he was doing, but the hum you released against his mouth seemed to tell him that he was doing it right. So he kept kissing you and brought a tentative hand to your neck, gasping when you reached up to curl his fingers more securely there. You kissed like this for a while, dragging lips and aching breaths, before you placed your hand against his now fully erect member, eliciting a shuddering gasp from him. “Please” was all he could manage to say as you pushed him back to living room and onto the couch before straddling him.

“Does my precious boy need me to touch him?” You hardly recognized yourself, but the way his eyes were screwed shut and the way his hands scrambled to hold onto anything affected you in the most arousing of ways. So you kept going. “You sound so good for me like this, Credence.” You were teasingly dragging your lips across his neck, savoring his breathy noises.

He let out a whining moan that had you rolling your hips onto him and gasping at the feel of him against your clothed center and had him throwing his head back, revealing the long, white column of his throat so that you could press sloppy kisses there. “Y/N…” Your name escaped him in a breathy prayer that had you whimpering against him.

“You feel so good, baby, so, so good. You’re all I can think about, Credence. You’re all I’ve been thinking about…” He let out a loud, drawn out groan as he bucked his hips up against you, pulling one of your own moans from your throat at the feel of him. You couldn’t undress fast enough before gently pulling his pants down, asking him if it was okay and nearly exploding at the desire in his eyes as he nodded desperately at you.

You positioned him carefully against your entrance as you slowly lowered onto him, never looking away from his face, taking in every twitch and gasp he released. His eyes were still screwed shut as he gasped “Please” one more time before you were rolling your hips again. The pleasure was intoxicating, and the feel of him inside of you was incredible; but his face was what had you completely wrecked. His head was still thrown back, showcasing his long neck now covered with love bites, hands fisted against the couch, mouth hanging open helplessly. “You feel so good inside of me, Credence. Does this feel good?”

Another twist of your hips had him moaning and nodding as he pressed his face sideways into the couch. One of your hands brought his to your hip, which caused him to snap his eyes open at the contact. He couldn’t take his eyes off the way his scarred hand looked holding onto you. Your other hand came to rest on his face, bringing his eyes up to yours, as you continued to ride him and capture each of his moans in open-mouthed kisses.

You could feel him start to twitch inside of you and knew he was close, even as you were taking in every one of his pants and pressing kisses to every inch of him you could reach. You knew the push he needed as you leaned in and moved his face to look at you—“Are you going to be a good boy and cum for me?”

You watched his eyes roll back before he shuddered, closing his eyes and releasing without warning. The look on his face tipped you over, the swollen red lips, the way his mouth hung open, the moan that so desperately filled the room… So you joined him, orgasm hitting you hard and fast. You both clung to one another, shaking from the force of it, and panted quietly for a few minutes as you waited for your heartbeats to calm down.

When you managed to pull away, you could have sworn Credence’s eyes were glowing white, holding something delicate inside, thinking and alive and…aware. He was always so very aware of everything. “Did you…mean it?”

You furrowed your eyebrows and placed a soft kiss to his eyebrow. “That I’ve always thought of you like this?” You traced a finger down the slope of his face, transfixed with the way his eyes fluttered shut, as he nodded. “Of course I meant it, Credence.”

His answering smile was blinding, an expression you weren’t used to seeing but were absolutely delighted to have been shown, and when his eyes opened, you felt your breath leave you at how bright they were, and how intelligent. “I like being good for you,” he felt himself whisper and blushed deeply, thinking that his filter must have been weaker after such intimacy.

You couldn’t help but smile devilishly back at him, placing a kiss to the corner of his mouth before saying, “I like how good you are for me.”

At that, he blushed scarlet, he knew it, but he also knew that you meant it, and that you cared deeply for him. And he couldn’t help but wonder how much better he could get for you.


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Stay Alive for Me (Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader) Part 4

Originally posted by thedivorcecrockpot

Pairing: Lin-Manuel Miranda x Teenaged!Reader

Requested?: No

Prompt: Lin finds a teenage girl unconscious at his doorstep and decides to nurse her back to health. As her stay is extended, Lin finds himself attached to the troubled teen that captured his heart.

Words: 1600+

Warnings: Describing of Reader’s abuse experiences, and Swearing.

Masterlist / Part One / Part Two / Part Three


“Why are you here?” You asked rather coldly, shooting a poor excuse for a glare at your father. 

“Ms. (L/N), there is no need to be hostile.” Said the female officer sitting on the bed. “Your father here filed you as a runaway youth and we are here to take you home.”

“But,” The male officer interrupted his partner. “Mr. Miranda here claims that your father is abusing you. We just need to clear this discrepancy up and get you to where you need to be.” 

“This is an outrage!” Your father exclaimed, making you flinch and scoot closer to Lin. “(Y/N), tell these officers I don’t and will never lay an unlawful hand on you. This man,” He pointed an accusing finger at Lin. “He kidnapped my daughter and refused to let her go. You officers should be questioning and arresting him!”

“Mr. (L/N), please,” Lin said, rolling his eyes and squeezing your shoulder in comfort. “This isn’t about you. This is about the well-being of your daughter. Now let (Y/N) say what she needs to say.” 

If looks could kill, your father would have put Lin six-feet under the moment his fiery glare made contact with the younger male’s skin. You had never seen your father’s fury targeted at anyone besides yourself. But, he wasn’t throwing punches yet. You were almost certain your dad was going to beat Lin into a pulp and then drag you to that hell house to finish you off. You didn’t want Lin to get hurt because he was the nicest and most caring person you’ve met in a very long time. Anyone else would leave you out in the cold and not spare you a second glance. You were so grateful for Lin’s kindness and you owed him. 

“Thank you, Mr. Miranda.” The male officer said before turning to you. “Go ahead and talk, (Y/N). We won’t interrupt you.”

You took a big gulp of air, and took Lin’s hand off of your shoulder and held it tightly, your body shaking with anxiety. Lin squeezed your hand in comfort and reassurance. Then, you spoke.

“My dad is abusive. He hits me, he cuts me, he throws me against the wall and doors. He calls me a whore, a bitch, and a mistake. He’s the reason my sister killed herself. He raped her and gave her an STD.” Your voice rose as you spoke and tears began to form in your eyes. “He doesn’t feed me. He doesn’t let me bathe properly. He hoses me down in the backyard like an animal! He won’t take me to the doctor when I’m hurt or sick. I can’t leave the house or else he’ll whip me with his belt. The only times I leave the house is when I go to school or he’s fucking some whore!” 

“There’s no need for that language, Ms. (L/N).” The female officer said. You didn’t realize both officers took out pads or paper and were writing down what you were saying. You mumbled an apology and continued to speak.

“He drinks and does drugs. He tried to touch me sexually but I bit him. One time, I broke my leg because I jumped from the broken window when he was beating me. That was the only time he took me to the hospital. I don’t want to go back there. I’ll die if you make me go back there. I ran away because I couldn’t stay there. I was and still am sick. Ask Lin, he’ll tell you!” 

The officers look at Lin with expectant looks. He placed his free hand on your forehead and nodded.

“I found her unconscious on my doorstep last night,” Lin explained. “She has a high fever, fatigue, a stomach bug, and she can’t walk straight without some assistance. I gave her some soup and a couple tablets. The fever went down but it’s still there.”

The officers nodded. The female officer stood up and tucked her pad into her belt. “Do you have any evidence of this abuse claim?” She asked.

You practically tore off your tank top, revealing all the scars and cuts on your arms and collarbone. You rolled up your undershirt halfway, revealing your abdomen and back, both littered in more cuts and scars. You rolled up your pant legs too, revealing your scarred and bruised calves. 

“Thank you, Ms. (L/N).” The male offer said. You rolled down your undershirt and pant legs before pulling your shirt back on.

“That’s all the evidence we need.” The female officer said, walking over to your father, who was slack-jawed and in shock. “Mr. (L/N), you are arrested for child abuse.” She started to handcuff your father when he snapped out of his trance, glaring angrily at you.

“You are dead, you little bitch!” He screamed, struggling to get out of the handcuffs. “You and your little savior here. You’re both dead!”

Both of the officers fought with your dad, forcing him out of the apartment. The female officer came back some time later. 

“He’s gonna be in custody as we’re scheduling a court date.” She explained. “I can drive you home and you can get your stuff if you’d like.”

You nodded, tears streaming down your face. It was like a huge weight had been taken off of your shoulders. You were free. You didn’t have to go back to that hell house ever again. You just wished your sister was alive to be free with you. You were going to be home with your mom and live happily ever after.

But, you’d never see Lin again. 

You only ‘knew’ Lin for a few hours but he helped you. He took care of you and helped you get away from your father. He looked after you when he didn’t have to. He was nice, caring, and selfless. Like the father you never had.

“Wait,” You said. “Is there any way I can stay here?”

The officer shook her head, a sad smile on her face. “Unless he’s a family member, you can’t stay here. Is there any family in New York that can take you in?” 

You nodded. “My mom. She lived up in Albany.” 

The officer took out her radio from its holder. “We’ll give her a call and see if you can be taken to her as soon as possible.” She stepped out of the room, talking into it with police radio jargon you didn’t understand. 

You turned around to took at Lin, who had a deflated look in his eyes but a smile on his face. You then realized you were still holding his hand in a tight grip. You let go and stuffed your hands in your pockets.

“Thank you, Lin.” You said, wiping your tears away. “I mean it. Thank you so so much for helping me get away from him. I owe you big time.”

Lin chuckled and shook his head. “You owe me nothing, (Y/N). Any decent human being would’ve done the same.”

You coughed into your fist. “I honestly don’t want to leave, though.” You said, rubbing the back of your neck. “You’re the kindest person I’ve met in a long time and I actually want to stay a little longer. Just until this fever goes away.”

Lin nodded. “And my musical is premiering next Saturday. Is that your birthday?” You nodded. “Thought so. I wanted to take you since you’ve been through so much. Have some fun before you’re put into your mom’s custody and move away.” 

You nodded in agreement. You grew up in New York City. You had friends in New York City. You wanted to stay in New York City. But your mom made it loud and clear years ago that she’ll never live in New York City again. If you live with your mother, you’ll be in the capital but will have to go through the ‘new girl’ cycle at school and you had social anxiety. You had to do something to stall your moving plans.

The officer walked back in. She put her radio back into its holster before she spoke. “Your mother won’t be able to take you in for about three months because she is on a business trip in the Carribean.” She explained. “So, you can stay here until she get’s back in the city.”

You let out a squeal of happiness. You were bouncing joyfully as you smiled at Lin, who was grinning like it was Christmas. You thanked the officer over and over, giving her a hug, which she happily returned. 

“Let’s get your stuff, okay?” The officer offered. You nodded and followed her out of the apartment. 

You were still in disbelief. You had been in hell for the past six years. You were treated like dirt from the person who was supposed to love and protect you. You thought you were going to die at your father’s hands. But, then God blessed you with the guardian angel that was Lin-Manuel Miranda. You were going to be able to get better and be in a better place. All you need is to get rid of this fever and wrap up all these scars and cuts. 

And thank Lin a million times.

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I Don’t Like ‘Em

Fandom- The Outsiders (Dallas X Reader)

Warnings- It’s cute.

Note- Requested.


  The pink demon in front of you turned in her sleep and you flinched. You were so close to falling asleep, you could taste it. Your eyes burned with tiredness and the effort of keeping them open. You don’t remember sleeping in the last four days. When did you last sleep? It felt like it had been years. Your eyes closed for a split second and you waited for the crying to wake you. Nothing. Only silence.

  You had been babysitting your niece for four days. Your brother was paying you to take care of his daughter for an entire week while he was on vacation. You understood why he needed one so badly. You’d only been around Rosie for four days and you were ready to die. You felt yourself fall into a light sleep. Oh, finally. It had been days and you were so exhausted. Rosie was a fussy baby who needed constant assistance. You’d never met anyone who need to use the bathroom so much. She was only two months old, so you weren’t that mad at her for shitting on herself every hour. It was like clock-work.

  The doorbell rang. Your eyes snapped open just in time to see Rosie’s bottom lip quiver before she burst into tears. You were ready to cry, too. You had to leave Rosie in her crib, since you were too tired to properly move. You stumbled through the hall and into the living room. You fumbled with the door handle for a minute. You opened it to reveal a smiling Dallas Winston.

  “What’s that noise?” Dally scrunched his face up and looked through the door. The living room was around the corner, so he couldn’t see her. You pulled Dallas inside and shut the door back. You practically dragged him into the living room. He caught sight of Rosie and grimaced too.

  “Help me.” You pleaded. He looked down at the baby and back at you. You batted your eyelashes at him, but it didn’t work that well. Dallas shook his head and made a frustrated face.

  “I don’t like kids. I just-ugh.” Dallas rolled his eyes and ran a hand through his grease-less hair. You made a funny stuttering noise and grabbed his hands.

  “You don’t have to like her. You just have to let me sleep for an hour or even half an hour.” You pleaded. “Please, Dallas?”

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Originally posted by yourpinkpill

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Words: 2204

A/N: wow i literally started writing this a month ago and now I finally decided to finish itttt. Anyways it’s not the best but hope ya like it!

Summary: You go to take an exam, once it’s over Jungkook has a surprise for you back at the house. (I’m actual trash at summary’s please don’t judge me i know it sucks I’m tired)

An obnoxiously loud noise rings through your ears at the ungodly hour of 5 am, followed by an annoyed grunt from the figure next to you. Your eyes still shut, you raise your arm weakly to shut off the alarm clock next to your face. Immediately, you remove yourself from the warmth of the bed, and a cold frigid air swirls around you. Without realizing, you had actually removed the whole blanket from the bed, revealing a shivering Jungkook who reaches out groggily to grab the blanket and pull it back over his tired body.

“Y/N…. What’s going on… Why are you up?” The sleepy boy asks.

“I have my exam remember?” You reply in a quiet voice.

“You do realize that’s at 9 am right?”

“I know, I just wanted to get some more studying in.” You plop down in your desk chair and grab a pencil from the pencil holder on your desk.

“You’ve been studying all night… You only got like 3 hours of sleep. It would be better to be well rested so you can think properly.” He props his hand under his head to look at you better, gazing at you with half shut eyes.

You turn in your chair to face him and look down.

“I guess… I did study a lot.”

“Come on, you deserve it.” Jungkook removes his hand from under his head, making it fall gently to his pillow. He lifts up the blanket and pats the spot you were sleeping peacefully in just moments before. It was incredibly tempting to jump in there and cuddle up to your boyfriend, and you did spend the whole night studying so you should probably go back to sleep.

“Okay…” You finally give in and get up to join Jungkook in bed. He smiles tiredly and places the warm blanket overtop of you.

“Just so you know, you’re gonna have to deal with my alarm going off again.” You warn him, since you’re obviously going to have to set your alarm so that you wake up in time for your exam.

“I know… I just want to cuddle longer.” He wraps his strong arms around your weak body, pulling you towards him. You both soon fall fast asleep because of the exhausted state that the two of you are in.

Your peaceful sleep gets interrupted once again by the loud noise coming from your phone at 8:00 am. You get up slowly and shut off the annoying alarm. Jungkook comes walking into the room when he hears that you are awake.

“I made you some breakfast since you shouldn’t take your exam on an empty stomach.”

You look at him adoringly, how did you end up with him?

“One sec, let me get dressed first.” You reply, rummaging through your closet to find something to wear. After searching, you just decide to wear leggings and a hoodie. When you walk out of the bedroom, you find Jungkook sitting on the couch, two plates in hand as he turns on the tv. You rush over and sit next to him, taking the plate in his right hand. Scrambled eggs, bacon and toast lay on the dish in front you. You’re starving so you gladly take a big bite and smile at him.

“You know you didn’t have to make all this, I could of just had cereal or something.“

He finishes chewing on his toast before replying, “I know but, you studied like crazy so you deserve it.”

“Thank you.” You give him a small peck on the cheek, still worn out from the lack of sleep. He blushes slightly at your sign of affection. Even though it’s been a while since you had started dating, you both feel butterflies and get nervous around each other at moments.

Munching on your breakfast, you turn your head towards the tv to watch the sitcom that is currently playing. After a moment, you feel as if you are being watched. You turn your head to find Jungkook gazing at you with innocent eyes, mesmerized by your figure.

“Kookie? Do I have eggs on my face or something?” You ask, clearly unaware of why he’s staring at you like that.

His head twitches faintly as he comes out of his trance, “No, you’re just pretty.” He says in a small voice, becoming shy since you noticed him.

“I’m wearing a hoodie.” You stated.

“Indeed you are, that doesn’t change anything.”

You cover your pink face with your hands, “Kookie~”

He bunny smiles and takes your hands off of your face, “No no, don’t do that. I wanna see you.”

Your flushed face is revealed as he moves your hands from it, a coy smile plastered on your lips.

He chuckles before planting a kiss on your forehead.

You take another bite of eggs before taking a glance at the clock. 8:45am, your exam starts at 9 and it takes you 10 minutes to get there. You grab Kookie’s hand and shoot up from the couch, bringing him with you.

“Whoa whoa whoa, everything alright?” Jungkook asks, a worried tone in his voice.

Your finger quickly points at the clock, which makes his eyes widen.

“Shi-” His reply is cut off by you violently pulling on his arm to drag him to the door.

You throw Jungkook his shoe and his coat while trying to put on yours at the same time.

“Hurry hurry hurry!” You exclaim, grabbing the keys to your car.

Kookie moves as quick as a bunny and runs out the door at lightning speed, you in pursuit not far behind him. He opens the car door in a swift motion, you doing the same milliseconds after. Once you shut your door he pushes on the gas without hesitation, dashing out of the driveway. Luckily there was little to no red lights that you had to stop at, so you arrived with 5 minutes to spare.

You breathe a sigh of relief as you pull up to the building where the exam is taking place.

“You better dasi run run run.” Jungkook jokes while shooting finger guns, chuckling way more than he should be at his own pun. You try your hardest not to laugh at his stupid pun, but a small grin appears on your face before you sprint into the building.

After an excruciatingly long 2 hours, your exam is finally finished. You feel pretty confident with your mark, since you started studying one month in advance. You walk out to find your car parked in the same spot, Jungkook passed out in the front seat. You go to open the car door only to realize it’s locked. The tired boy jolts awake when you knock on the window softly. He was a very light sleeper after all. He looks at you with a flustered expression, confused about what decade it is. Once he finally gets out of the perplexed state caused by his nap, he quickly flicks the lock of the car to unlock it. You open the door and collapse into the seat.

“Sorry, I went home for a bit then came to pick you up but I was so tired that I fell asleep.” He apologizes while starting the car.

“It’s okay Kookie, you don’t need to apologize.” You reassured with a soft voice, closing your eyes. You didn’t understand that boy sometimes. He always apologizes for the smallest things, which was absolutely adorable nonetheless. It was one of the things you loved about him, along with him always asking if he can kiss you on the lips.

The ride home was in comfortable silence. Jungkook let you rest peacefully as he drove, the sound of him humming subconsciously putting you to sleep.

Your eyes flutter open to Jungkook poking your shoulder gently.

“Oh hi, um, you looked so peaceful but I had to wake you so we could go inside.”

You give a sleepy smile and rub your eyes.

“Want me to grab your bag?” He asks, already reaching for the pale blue backpack in the backseat of the small car.

“Yes please…” You reply in quiet voice, your voice slightly higher than usual. Kookie internally melts at how cute you sound before he grabs your bag and brings it inside. You follow slowly behind him, exhausted from the exam. Jungkook is waiting at the front door for you, so you try to walk at a quicker pace. You reach him and he gives a big smile.

“I have something for you.”

You lift your eyebrow in curiosity and he turns the doorknob.

The house is dimly lit with fairy lights displayed all around the living room. You walk in more to find blankets piled neatly on the long couch with an animated movie paused on the tv. You and Jungkook both still enjoyed watching animations, even though society would consider you ‘too old’ for them.

“What’s all this?” You ask, turning around to face Jungkook.

“It’s for you.” He replied simply, closing the front door. He walks over to you and wraps his arms around you in a back hug. You smile tiredly as he rests his chin on your shoulder.

“Do you like it?” He lifts his head to look up at the side profile of your face, his eyebrow raised in curiosity.

“I do.” You giggle.

He pecks your cheek softly and buries his blushing face in your shoulder. You take his hand in yours and walk over to the couch. He sits on it and you join him, flopping onto it. You were still exhausted but you obviously weren’t going to give up this chance to just relax with your boyfriend. Kookie grasps the remote controller before abruptly letting go.

“Oo wait! Popcorn!” He stands up from his seat and runs over to the cabinet that keeps the popcorn. He quickly opens the microwave and places the bag carefully in it. The room is filled with muffled popping noises as you wait for the food. Jungkook taps his fingers impatiently on the kitchen counter before the microwave beeps to signal that it’s done. He opens the small door and pours the buttery substance into a large bowl. He holds it in both hands and brings it over to you.

You take a generous amount of popcorn and stuff it in your mouth, you haven’t eaten anything since the morning so you were starving.

“Whoa slow down!” Jungkook laughs, “Did you eat anything after breakfast today???”

You pout slightly and shake your head.

Jungkook clutches his chest dramatically before rushing over to the kitchen and pulling the cabinets open in swift motions.

“Kookie? What are yo-”

“Jesus Christ woman you gotta eat oh my god.” He starts frantically grabbing bread from the cabinet and placing it on a plate.

“Jungkook I’m fine, I can just eat the popcor-” You start to stand so you can drag him back over to the couch.

“Not on my watch, sit down.” He replies in a playful sassy tone and puts his hand on his hip.



“Alright alright” You chuckle and put your hands up to signal surrender. You sit back down on the couch.

Jungkook giggles while placing some ham on the bread, followed by a slice of cheese, and some mayonnaise. He delicately places a second slice of bread on top. Balancing the plate on his hand, he walks over to the couch and places it on your lap.

“Bon Appetite, Mademoiselle” He says in an over exaggerated French accent.

You giggle and take a bite of the sandwich, which is surprisingly tasty considering that you’re starving. In mere minutes you finish the entire sandwich and wipe your mouth with the back of your hand. You turn your head to find Jungkook with his jaw slack.

“H-how did you- Damn. He stutters with a baffled expression.

“I was hungry.” You chuckle in response.

“I can tell.” Jungkook laughed, still bewildered by your action, “You still want the popcorn?” He added jokingly, nudging your arm with his elbow.

You roll you your eyes playfully and grab the remote off from the couch.

“Alright enough jokes can we watch the movie now?”

Jungkook nods and you press play.

You start to awaken from your slumber as a gentle finger traced your face tenderly. Your brain was awakening, but you left your eyes closed. When you finally gained consciousness, you could hear a faint humming in your ear. Still not fully understanding what is happening, your eyes flutter open in curiosity. Before you, Jungkook lay gazing at you adoringly, with one arm around your waist pulling you close, and the other held up to caress your face.

“Kookie?” You ask, a tired tone in your voice.

Jungkook giggles at your perplexed state, revealing his bunny teeth in the process, “Yes?”

“Thank you.” You whisper.

Jungkook pecks your nose softly, “You’re welcome love.”

NCT - Jealous

Genre: smut
Pairing: reader x Johnny

AN: this is my first imagine on this blog and my first smut! Hope you enjoy feedback is always appreciated!


“Oh my god how did you even think of something like this?!” You praised Ten after he showed you a video of the new dance he’d been working on.

“Do you think it’s okay?”

“Okay?! Ten it’s fantastic, the audience are gonna love it! Even more so because it’s something you made and put your time into.”

“Thanks! I’m super excited for the show.”

“You’ll be amazing I’m sure.” You assured him placing a hand on his shoulder. The two of you continued to talk in the dorms where you and all the others were hanging out. You and Ten were sat on the sofa next to each other with Taeyong on the other end of it listening to music whilst Jeno, Jaemin and Haechan sat on the floor in front of you playing a video game. The other boys were scattered around the room messing around and telling jokes. They were honestly such a fun group of people to be around. Even with your boyfriend Johnny gone they made sure to make you feel comfortable around them.

The two of you continued to talk, Ten telling you his worst jokes in an attempt to make you laugh and you insisting, with a huge grin on your face, that none of them were funny in any way. Throwing your head back in laughter as you gave in at last, you noticed Johnny standing not far from the doorway of the dorms looking sweaty from dance practice. He always denied it, but you thought he looked best with dewy skin and slightly ruffled hair. You excused yourself and walked over to where Johnny was.

“Hey how long have you been back here? Why didn’t you say anything.”

“Long enough.” He grumbled.

“You okay?” You asked assuming he was tired.

“Oh you care all of a sudden?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I don’t know why don’t you go ask Ten.” He said curtly.

“Well if you’re going to be like this then I’ll just leave okay. Text me when you’re over your tantrum.” You said sharply before going to put on your shoes and pick up your bag. Ten noticed this and walked over to you.

“Hey do you want me to walk you home? It’s getting kind of late.”

“Oh uh-”

“No she’s okay thanks. I’ll take her.” A voice said firmly. You looked up to see Johnny leaning against the wall where you and Ten stood. “Come on y/n. Let’s go before it gets too dark.”


“Was there really any need to be a jerk like that Johnny?”

“Was there any need to be flirting with Ten like that?”

“Flirting? Really?” You sighed. “You know we’re just friends. I love /you/, dumbass.” He sighed as you leaned into him slightly as you walked.

“I know y/n. I’m sorry.” He said putting his arm around you. “Just look at you though. You could have anyone and it’s not like I can be around all the time when I’m practicing and I feel like it’d be so easy for a better guy to come along and take you away.”

“Johnny, you know I’d never leave you. I don’t want any other guy. I want you.” You reassured him.

The two of you walked in silence until you reached you flat. You opened the door and flicked the lights on before looking back at him and gesturing for him to come inside. You went into the kitchen to make the both of you a hot drink to recover you from the cold when you felt Johnny come behind you and take hold of your waist.

“I’m so lucky to have you y/n.” He whispered causing goosebumps to appear on your neck. He kissed over the bumps softly before turning you around to face him. You looked up at him and pecked him swiftly on the lips. As you pulled away he grinned down at you before leaning down again to capture you in a longer kiss. Your hands moved to his chest feeling him over the fabric as you continued to kiss. You could feel the heat pooling between your legs as you kissed. As he began to run his hands under your shirt you were interrupted by your phone. A notification appeared on your phone screen, it was a text from Ten:

“Hey, you and Johnny okay? I’m here if you need to talk about anything. :)”

Johnny took one look at the screen and you saw a change come over him. His eyes darkened as he pinned you against the counter and attached his lips to your neck kissing you roughly.

“I’m going to make you forget all about him.” He muttered darkly between kisses. “Jump.” He commanded as you did as he said.

You felt his hands grab your thighs as you did holding you against him as he carried you to the bedroom. You could feel yourself becoming more and more aroused as he dropped you on the bed and leaned over you. You let out a small moan at the feeling of his hot lips on yours and grabbed harshly at his t-shirt urging him to take it off.

Shortly after taking his shirt off, he reached for yours before pulling it over your head. He gazed down at your covered chest with a look of hunger as he reached behind you to unhook your bra and take it off you. He grazed a hand over your breast earning a low moan from you. You ran your fingers through his hair as he attached his mouth to one of your nipples and began to suck gently teasing you. You tugged on his hair slightly urging him to do more and you sighed when you felt his hand come up to lightly pinch your other nipple.

You began to unbuckle his jeans and pulled them down to reveal the tent in his boxers. This only fuelled you more and shortly after, your remaining clothes joined his on the floor. You sat up and reached for his member and began palming it through his boxers. He groaned slightly and you took this as a sign to pull his boxers down and continue. Just as you were going to take his member in your hand you felt him take hold of both your wrists in one hand and pin them above your head. He separated your legs with his other hand and brushed it softly over your clit and down towards your entrance.

“So wet for me.” He remarked. “I bet Ten couldn’t make you feel this way could he princess?” You let out a soft whine at his name for you which turned into a low groan as he slipped a finger inside of you taking you slightly by surprise.

“Do you think Ten could make you this wet?” He asked. You shook your head not confident that you’d be able to speak properly if you tried to.

“Answer me y/n.”

“N-no Johnny.”

“Good girl.” He praised. Shortly after, he removed his fingers from you which caused you let out a frustrated moan at the lack of stimulation.

“Are you frustrated princess? Tell me what it is you want?”

“You Johnny.”

“What do you want me to do?”

“Fuck me please.” You begged.

“Well since you asked so nicely.” He obliged moving towards you before slowly sliding himself into your entrance. You moaned loudly at the feeling of him filling you up and stretching you out in the best way. He began to thrust in and out slowly, grunting softly as he did.

“Faster, Johnny.” You moaned. He wasted no time in fulfilling your wish and picking up the speed pounding into you faster and faster. You were no longer capable of words and only a string of sinful moans left your throat as you felt yourself approaching your orgasm.

“Johnny I’m gonna come soon.” You warned him only encouraging him to fuck you harder.

“Say my name again. Let everyone know who’s fucking you this well princess. Who is it that knows how to make you feel this good.”

“You! You do Johnny.”

“That’s right.” He praised you before giving one last hard thrust and sending you over the edge. You arched your back as you came around him clenching around his length. He helped you ride out your orgasm before the tightness of your walls brought him to his own orgasm.

“Fuck you’re so tight y/n.” He groaned as he came. Once you’d both come down from you highs he pulled out of you and lay down next to you panting. Once you’d both caught your breath, he rolled over to face you.

“I’m sorry I got so jealous earlier y/n.”

“It’s okay.” You giggled moving to settle yourself on his chest. “In fact if you fuck me like that every time you’re jealous then maybe I should do it again.”

“Don’t you dare.” He laughed wrapping an arm around you and holding you against him until you both drifted off into sleep.

The Plan (Part Five)

Pairing: Mick Davies x Reader

Word Count: Just over 1400

Warnings: Some violence

Notes: I don’t actually have any. Just wanted to say thank you guys so much for all the feedback! I’m so glad you’re all enjoying it as I am really enjoying writing it.

Returning back to Jodie’s long enough only to get your stuff, the six of you, including Claire, made your way to the local used car dealership to pick out something less noticeable.

It had pained Dean to leave his Baby sat in the driveway and had taken a lot of convincing from you and Sam that it was the best course of action for him to agree to it, reassuring him you would come back for the Impala when all of this was over. He picked out an old Volvo Station Wagon and you were on your way out of Sioux Falls, leaving the horror of the past twenty four hours behind you.

It took well over two hours before you arrived in Nebraska, booking rooms at a beat up looking motel. You all settled in and got to work at devising some sort of plan. It was all you did for three days and everyone’s nerves were beginning to fray.

“I’ve already told you four times that won’t work,” Mick sighed exasperatedly, letting his head fall back.

“But how can you be so sure?” Dean queried irately.

You and Claire exchanged a look and rolled your eyes in unison. Dean’s only idea that seemed doable so far had been thwarted by Mick instantly. He’d told Dean over and over that trying to sneak into the British Men of Letters headquarters was a no-go.

“Because I bloody lived there, Dean,” he grumbled, his head falling into his hands out of exhaustion; you reached over and rubbed the small of his back gently. “There are guards patrolling twenty four seven. Security cameras everywhere. Unless you know a way to get rid of all of that, there’s no way.”

Dean threw his hands up in frustration and looked from you to Sam but all you two could offer was a shrug.

“Look,” Sam piped up, choosing to be the voice of reason. “None of us have slept properly since.. since Sioux Falls,” Claire stiffened next to you and you squeezed her hand as tight as you could. “Let’s try and catch some z’s and then start fresh tomorrow.”

“That sounds like a marvellous idea,” Mick concurred, standing quickly and stretching.

Everyone agreed and left for their own rooms, Claire with Cas and you with Mick.

Curling into Mick, he felt rigid with tension. You frowned slightly and sat up, his beautiful green eyes focused on the ceiling tiles.

“Baby, sit up,” you prompted.

He sighed as he did as you asked. You unbuttoned his shirt and pushed it over his shoulders, revealing his glorious torso to you and making your heart flutter. This wasn’t the time for that; there were more important things to focus on right now.

Moving to sit behind him, you knelt and began rubbing his shoulders gently. He sighed again, though more contently this time, as he let his head fall back and rest on your shoulder. You smiled and left a soft kiss on his neck, your fingers working through as many of the knots as you could.

“We will figure something out, Mick,” you reassured him quietly.

“I’m starting to feel like it’s hopeless to be honest, love,” he admitted disdainfully, his eyes on the dark ceiling once more. “Every time a good idea’s suggested, I just shut it down because I know it’s not possible. Dean’s getting more angry at me and everyone’s frustrated..” Another sigh. “I just want to make up for all of this for you all and I don’t know how.”

He sounded so defeated it broke your heart a little. You wrapped your arms around his waist and rest your chin on his shoulder.

“You have nothing to make up for, Mick,” You felt your eyes welling up. “You’ve done nothing but help us since you found out what was going on. Please stop beating yourself up.”

“But Jodie..” his voice broke and his head fell, tears splashing onto his trousers as he pulled his knees up and wrapped his arms around them.

“That wasn’t your fault,” You choked back tears as you squeezed him as hard as you could, never wanting to let him go. “The only person to blame for that is Ketch and we’ll make him pay.”

He sobbed unabashedly as he turned into you, curling up as you both laid back, your arms around him tightly as he cried into your chest. You had never seen him so vulnerable and it ignited a different kind of fire in you. Now you were going to make Ketch pay for much more than just killing Jodie.

When you woke in the morning, you were still in the same position. You both lay there silently for a long while; your fingers stroked his back softly as he brushed his down your ribs. He gazed up at you and you smiled adoringly at him. Without a word, he was on top of you and kissing you fervently, making your head swim as you both lost yourself in the throes of passion.

Knocking on the door of the Winchester’s room, Sam yelled that it was open and you were greeted by the delicious scent of pancakes and coffee. Grabbing some for yourself and Mick, you both sat on one of the beds and devoured the food quickly.

“Yeah I bet you two are hungry..” Dean smirked, sipping his coffee as he scrolled through something on the laptop as Sam laughed heartedly.

Your hand stopped halfway to your mouth and you looked at Mick with wide, mortified eyes. He was grinning  as he ate, your cheeks reddening as you ate more quickly. Claire and Castiel joined you all soon after, Claire muttering ‘bow chicka-wow-wow’ under her breath as she passed you. You hid your face in your hands due to the embarrassment of the situation, which Mick found hilarious. You were honestly just glad to see him smiling again.

“So,” Dean gathered everyone’s attention. “Any new ideas this morning?”

“Yes, actually,” Mick replied, shocking all of you.

“Oh,” Dean raised a brow in surprise, trying to hide it in his voice. “And?”

“There’s an external training ground about thirty miles away from headquarters,” he explained, leaning forward as he linked his fingers together. “Ketch is the only one who uses it and it’s never manned. I know his schedule and tonight is one of the nights he will be there.”

“Then let’s get this show on the road, huh?” Dean smiled, all of you feeling a little more hopeful.

Standing around the small table of the motel room, all of you locked and loaded, Dean went over the plan one more time.

“Everyone know what they’re doing? We only get one shot at this,”

Everyone nodded in unison and Dean exhaled, pulling the car keys out of his pocket as he grabbed the door handle, opening it fast.

He stopped short and backed away next to Sam, all of you with guns pulling them out and aiming them at the figure in the doorway.

“I thought I’d save you all the trouble..” Ketch smirked, closing the door and locking it as he entered.

None of you dropped your aim as he leaned against the wall, his own gun held loosely in his right hand. His steely gaze drilled into Mick; you could tell Mick was terrified as he stood close to you, though he kept his composure.

“Nice to see again, Michael,” Ketch crooned, smiling smugly at his former colleague. “Dr Hess sends her regards.”

“You’re alone?” Mick queried, a hint of panic is in his voice.

Ketch nodded but said nothing, his eyes still on Mick.

“So they sent you here alone?” Sam laughed once, shaking his head. “They must want to get rid of you too, Ketch.”

“Don’t insult me, Winchester,” he said icily, lifting his gun and pulling the trigger, sending a bullet straight through Sam’s thigh without ever looking away from Mick.

You and Claire screamed as Sam fell to the floor, yelling in agony as he clutched his bleeding leg.

“Son of a..” Dean lifted his gun again but was stopped by Ketch raising his own and aiming it at Dean’s skull, looking down to assess his fingernails.

“I just shot your brother without looking up, Dean,” Ketch warned. “Do you honestly think I’ll miss?”

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Word Count: 3 251

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Spellbound--Calum Hood Hogwarts AU

Hey guys! This was personal request from my best friend, she’s a Calum girl and she loves Harry Potter and she asked me to write a 5sos Hogwarts AU imagine for her. I apologize for the length–it’s a bit over 13,000 words– this turned out to be a lot more than what I originally had planned but I had so much fun writing this, so if you have a possible 5sos Hogwarts idea that you want brought to life, just shoot me a request (: I hope you all enjoy it! 


You panted as you darted down the corridors, your hurried footsteps echoing off the stone walls. You were up late studying the night before for your Potions exam later today and you overslept this morning, missing your alarm and if it wasn’t for Hermione shaking you awake before she left for breakfast, you would probably still be sleeping.

So now you were sweaty, hungry and running late for Transfiguration and you knew McGonagall was going to give you a lecture, you just hoped it wouldn’t be in front of the class like last time.

Finally reaching your destination, you gave yourself a few moments to collect yourself, smoothing down your hair, taking a few deep breaths to calm your racing heart and attempted to project a calm demeanor instead of the frazzled one that you were sure was written all over your features.

With a final comb of your fingers through your hair, you hefted your books up a bit higher and straightening your shoulders, you grabbed the door handle and pushed it open, wincing mentally at the loud groan it gave off, alerting everyone in the class of your presence.

You could feel the blush rising to your face as everyone turned to look at you. McGonagall stopped speaking at the disruption, her stern blue eyes meeting yours and she pursed her lips, eyeing you disapprovingly.

“Ms. Y/L/N, I am so delighted you could join us, please inform us as to why you are late to my class?” She asked, looking down her nose at you.

You gulped, picking nervously as your books, “I’m sorry Professor, I overslept, it won’t happen again.”

Her usual harsh eyes softened subtly and the corner of her thin lips lifted, “I’m not one for divination, Ms. Y/L/N, but somehow I find that a bit hard to believe,” the class snickered and you could feel your blush deepen, “Now please, take a seat so we may continue our lesson.”

Biting your lip, you found your usual seat by Hermione occupied by Ron, and the only one left was a few rows back.

It wasn’t the location of the seat that bothered you. No, it was the person that you would be sitting next to you that made your heart rate spike and your already heated face, heat even more.

Calum Hood, Gryffindor Quidditch star, mischief maker, the hottest guy at Hogwarts and your crush since First Year. The top few buttons of his crisp shirt were undone, revealing tattoos and blemish free tan skin. Hi scarlet and gold tie was hung haphazardly across his neck. His grey sweater vest clung to what promised to be a nice toned body and his dark hair was long enough that it had begun to curl loosely across his head. His blondish fringe brushed across his heavy eyebrows in the most appealing way and your fingers itched to brush it back so you’d have a better view of his beautiful mocha eyes.

McGonagall clearing her throat brought you out of your daze and you blushed heavily when you realized the entire class had watched you blatantly check Calum out.

“Today, Ms. Y/L/N.”

Blushing profusely, you scurried to the empty seat and sat down, quickly opening your bag to dig out your supplies. Finding a quill, you dipped it into the ink pot that appeared magically on your desk, unrolling your spare piece of parchment and began taking the notes that kept appearing on the board.

“You haven’t missed much.” A smooth voice whispered beside you.

Hesitantly, you peeked at Calum from underneath your eyelashes and he gave you a friendly smile.

“But, even if you did, I think McGonagall would personally brief you until you were up to speed.” He whispered conspiratorially, his voice slightly teasing.

You giggled softly, blushing, “I don’t know, I think she’s about had it with me constantly being late.”

Calum chuckled, “Nah, I think she just gives you a hard time to keep up appearances. She doesn’t want people to think she can actually be nice.”

You laughed, “She’s not the worst teacher I’ve ever had—at least she’s nicer than Snape. Defense used to be my favorite subject, but now I dread even walking near the classroom.”

Calum laughed, and you couldn’t help but fall for the slight twinkle that appeared in his brown eyes when he did so, or the way his eyes crinkled at the corners.

“I agree, although my grade in Potions would say otherwise. Now that Slughorn’s teachining, my grade isn’t suffering too horribly, however,  there’s definitely room for improvement.” He laughed.

“I could help you, if—I mean I’m pretty good at potions, but um, I’m not bragging or anything, but I mean if you need…help.” You could feel your cheeks heat at your stumbled suggestion and you bit your lip, both a nervous habit and a way of preventing yourself from saying or doing anything more to embarrass yourself further.

He smiled, his mocha eyes twinkling, “Thank you for offering, but I wouldn’t want to bother you, I’m quite horrible and I wouldn’t want to take up your time—“

You gave him a smile, hoping you didn’t seem too eager, “I don’t mind at all! It would help me out too!”

He furrowed his eyebrows, “How would tutoring me help you?”

You faltered for a second, biting your lip. How would tutoring him help you? With all of your classes, you were barely finding time to sleep with the amount of homework and studying you’d been doing, let alone have room for anything else.

But…by tutoring Calum in Potions, that’s one less class you had to study for at night, considering it would be a way of reviewing and that would definitely give you some free time to focus on other classes and not to mention, one on one time with Calum and that was something you definitely, didn’t mind at all. You would gladly sacrifice a few more hours of sleep if it meant you got to know Calum a little more.

“It would be an alternative way of studying, kind of, in a way,” You began and you smiled slightly at the dubious look he gave you, “I mean, if you don’t want my help, it’s okay, I kind of forced the idea on you and I’m sure you’re busy with Quidditch practi—“

“I won’t have Quidditch period if I don’t get my grade up, so if it’s not too much trouble, you’d be doing me a huge favor by tutoring me.” He admitted with a hopeful smile.

“I don’t mind, just let me know what days are good for you and we can draw up a schedule of sorts.”

“Thanks, Y/N, I really appreciate this, I promise I won’t waste your time.” He said earnestly.

It was the first time you ever heard Calum Hood say your name and you felt a little dizzy at the fact that he even knew it.

“We’ve had every class together since first year, and you’re one of the smartest girls in our year, let alone our house, of course I know your name.” Calum said and you blushed brightly when you realized you said that out loud.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to—“

He laughed, “It’s fine, I just hope you know my name or else this will be pretty embarrassing.”

“Calum,” You murmured, “Your name is Calum.”

He gave you a bright smile, that familiar twinkle in his eyes and you couldn’t help but smile back at him, your heart fluttering.

“Now that we’ve been introduced properly, would you two care to pay attention to the actual class or do you wish us to wait on you to be done with your conversation?” McGonagall asked from in front of classroom.

“My apologies Professor, I was just asking Y/N if she could spare a piece of parchment so I could finish my notes.”

You simply nodded, handing him a piece of parchment that was in no way big enough to take notes on, just to back up his claim, while thinking that the amount of blushing you’d done in the last half hour was dangerous to your health.

You and Calum didn’t talk for the rest of class, but as you were collecting your books and your hefty amount of notes, you noticed the small piece of parchment flutter into your lap as Calum stood up to leave.

Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Fridays after dinner in the library? Let me know if that works for you. Meet me after Quidditch practice tonight and we can discuss it.

Thank you again for offering to help, I really appreciate it!


You stared at the note in disbelief, your heart fluttering at the thought of spending three days a week with Calum.


Just the two of you.


You looked over at the door just in time to catch Calum wink at you before he was ushered out the door by Michael Clifford, a Slytherin—which had to be the most unlikely friendship in all of Hogwarts history.

You stared at the spot that Calum just vacated and then back down at the note. You didn’t know how long you did that, but once again, McGonagall was their to break you out of your trance.

“As flattered as I am that you enjoy my class so much that you seem so torn to leave, don’t you have other classes to tend to, Ms. Y/L/N?”

Blushing, you wished her a good day and hurried out of the classroom, now well on your way to being late for Potions.


Later that night, after eating a quick dinner, you hurried back up to Gryffindor tower and attempted to study for a bit—a vain attempt, because more often than you would like to admit, your gaze kept drifting out the window, where you could see the Quidditch pitch in the distance. Butterflies assaulted your stomach at the thought of meeting Calum, both out of nerves and excitement.

“Oh for heavens sake, just go down there already!”

You jumped, startled out of your Calum induced haze. When you met Hermione’s annoyed and exasperated gaze, you grinned sheepishly, your cheeks flushing.

“Sorry, ‘Mione, I didn’t mean to—“

She cut you off with a fond roll of her eyes, “It’s fine, but you’re not getting any work done at all, so you might as well leave early and watch for a bit, they still have about a half hour or so to go.”

You furrowed your eyebrows, “How do you know that?”

She gave you a sneaky smile, “I may or may not have overheard your conversation with him in Transfiguration, so I went ahead and asked Harry for you.”

You gave her a small, but grateful smile, “Thank you.”

She smiled back, “No problem, now go and have fun! Make sure you wear a coat, it’s quite chilly out.”

You hesitated, feeling a bit guilty for leaving her in the common room by herself, “Do you want to come with me?”

She smiled, shaking her head, “Thanks for the offer, Y/N, but I think I’m going to stay here and study a bit more.”

“Alright, I’ll be back later.” You told her, before jogging up the stairs to grab your jacket. If you happened to glance in the mirror to fix your hair and makeup, well, no one had to know. You glanced down at your skinny jeans and picked at the hem of your band t-shirt—an old Nirvana t-shirt that you were sure didn’t belong to you—probably something you stole from your brother, judging by the way it hung off of you.

Shrugging your shoulders, you gave your reflection a small smile and proceeded to make your way back down the stairs and out of the tower.

“Have fun!” Hermione called after you.

You smiled to yourself as you made your way down to the pitch, smiling at t familiar faces or Professors that walked by. As you made your way out of the front of the castle, you inhaled the autumn air, shivering a little bit at the chilliness and you burrowed closer into your jacket, shoving your hands into the pockets. Your fingers brushed against something soft and you grinned in triumph when you pulled your favorite beanie out of the pocket. Thankful for your talent of misplacing things, you pulled the beanie on over your head, sighing happily at the warmth it offered on your cold ears.

It wasn’t until the Quidditch pitch came into view that your previous excited energy faded and nerves replaced it. You didn’t have much experience with boys, and considering how long you’d like Calum, you also thought you might be getting a head of yourself and your hopes up a little too high. You’d been going to school with him for six years and it wasn’t until today that you’d actually had a conversation with him, instead of a smile in the hallway or congratulating him on another win on the Quidditch pitch at the parities that were held in the common room after.

As far as you knew, you had no reason to believe that Calum even liked you back. Calum was a pretty nice guy, he talked to everyone and was friends with anyone, no matter of what house they were in or blood status. Michael was a good example of that, they’d been friends since first year, despite being sorted into rival houses.

So, all current data considered, you had no proof of Calum having nothing but friendly intentions towards you. You were his Potions tutor and if things worked out, another friend to add to his long list of friends he already had and he could be another list to add your list of…one. Well, one and Harry and Ron, who you hung out with occasionally when you Hermione forced you to go on Hogsmeade visits with them.

By the time you climbed up the stairs to one of the stands on the Quidditch pitch, you’d put yourself in a pretty downtrodden mood.

You didn’t even pay attention to which one you ended up in, so you were a bit surprised when you saw Michael sitting in the stands, nodding his head along to the beat of what you assumed was music and once you got closer, you noticed the familiar shape of an iPod.

“I thought muggle electronics didn’t work at Hogwarts?” You asked aloud once you got close enough for him hear you.

He looked up at your question and gave you a mischievous smile.

“My dad charmed it so it would, it helps that I’m so far from the castle.” He answered you with a secret smile.

You laughed, nodding towards the vacant seat next to him, “Do you mind if I sit down?”

He shook his head, “Go a head, I don’t mind.”

You smiled, collapsing down on the bench, turning your body towards Michael, “What are you listening to?”

“Uh, a bit of All Time Low. They’re an American band that I stumbled across a couple years ago—“

You gave him a smile, “I know who they are. My favorite song is probably ‘Therapy’ or ‘Paint You Wings’, depends on my mood I guess.”

He gave you a surprised look, “You like All Time Low?”

You nodded, blushing a bit a his sudden surprise.

“Sorry, but it’s not often that I meet a witch or wizard that knows who they are, let alone likes them.” He explained.

You smiled, “Well, I’m muggle-born, so that might explain it.”

“What other bands do you listen to?” He asked eagerly.

You gave him a wide smile, equally as excited.

You and Michael sat there chatting for a few minutes discussing bands and other music artist that you had in common. Conversation flowed easily with you two and you found yourself enjoying his company. He complimented you on your t-shirt and you replied in kind on his vintage Zeppelin t-shirt. He was funny, and he made you laugh with his running commentary on the Quidditch practice.

By the time the practice was over, you’d both decided to meet up that weekend to hang out and listen to music in one of the old classrooms on the seventh floor corridor.

You looked up at your name accompanied by a loud whoosh noise and you looked up to see Calum hovering right by your side on his broom. You heart gave a giant leap in your chest at the sight of him in his Quidditch robes, his dark brown hair windswept, cheeks flushed with the chill in the air and the extortion of practicing. His dark eyes were blown wide with adrenalin, but they were currently rested on Michael’s arm, which had been casually thrown over your shoulder during your conversation, and the close proximity you two seemed to be sitting in. Even with the warming charm Michael had place on the two of you, you were still a bit chilled and had huddled a bit closer towards Michael.

You gave him a bright smile, “Hey, Calum, did you have a good practice?”

He looked up at your question, giving you a small smile, but you frowned when you noticed that it didn’t reach his eyes like it usually did.

“Yeah, it was…alright,” he decided eventually, “You two look like you had a better time than me, though.” he added, once again glancing at your close proximity.

You were confused, glancing at Michael, who had a wicked smile on his face at his friend’s statement, his green eyes twinkling mischievously.

“We did, thank you for noticing,” Michael told him cheerfully, “Y/N here seems to have a wonderful taste in music, I definitely approve.”

You blushed heavily at his insinuation, but he continued on, shooting you a teasing smile, “Although, she’s so great that I think I might keep her for myself, what do you think, Y/N?” he asked you, his eyes glinting and you couldn’t help but giggle slightly at his antics, “Do you want to run away with me and we’ll survive off of music and our passionate love?”

You flicked your eyes back up to Calum, laughter escaping your lips, “Is he always this ridiculous?” you asked him.

“Unfortunately,” but Calum didn’t seem amused at all by Michael’s antics.

An awkward silence settled over the three of you—well, you felt awkward, Michael seemed perfectly content to sit there in the awkwardness and Calum looked like a mixture of uncomfortable and murderous.

“Well!” Michael said loudly, removing his arm from your shoulder and standing up, “this has been fun, but I can hear the homework I’m not gonna do calling my name,” Michael said, giving a Calum a grin, “I’ll see you later, buddy and Y/N, I’ll see you tomorrow.” Giving you a wink and patting Calum on the back, he popped his earphones back in his ears and walked away.

You shook your head at him, but you couldn’t help the small, amused smile that danced on your lips as you watched him walk away.

“He’s definitely…different,” you decided on, looking back over at Calum, who seemed a to be a bit confused.

“Are you two like, hanging out tomorrow or something?” he asked you, looking over at you with his eyebrows furrowed.

You nodded, giving him a smile, “Yeah! He said he had some records he wanted to show me—some Wizard bands he said he thought I would like and I told him I’d bring some of my CD’s and my iPod. He said he’d be able to get it to work or something,” you raised your eyebrow in question and Calum simply shrugged, “you’re more than welcome to tag along, it could be fun.” You added with a bright smile.

His eyes finally drifted over to you and you could see the hesitation in his eyes. He still had the sour look on his face and it only seem to deepen the more he thought about it.

Finally, he shook his head, giving you a tight smile, “Nah, I wouldn’t want to intrude.”

You frowned subtly, trying not to let the disappointment show on your face. Sure, you were still excited to possibly have a new friend—one who had interest in something besides studying—and Michael seemed like a really cool guy.


You were hoping to spend sometime with Calum, in a non-academic setting and possibly learn more about him. If you couldn’t have him the way you wanted him, you still wanted to be friends. You mentally shrugged your shoulders—you’d just have to make the best of what you had.

Calum seemed lost to your inner thoughts as he hopped off his broom, landing smoothly in the aisle of the stand and quickly grabbing his broom before it fell to the ground. He propped it up against the bench before he sat down next to you, his arm gently brushing yours.

“So, I see you got my note, do Tuesdays, Thursdays and Fridays work for you?” Calum asked, changing the topic, “I can do other days, but it’d have to be during lunch or dinner or I can give up a few of my Saturdays or even Sunday’s but I wasn’t sure if you’d want to do school work on the weekend—“

“Calum,” you interrupted him gently, unintentionally grabbing his hand to get his attention, “Tuesdays, Thursdays and Fridays work for me, and if you want, to free up some of your week days, we can exchange Thursdays for Saturdays, but I just thought that you’d want to spend your weekends with your friends in Hogsmeade, not doing homework with me.” You gave a light laugh, looking down at the toes of your scuffed black boots.

Calum chuckled, his mood seeming to brighten a bit at the change in topic, “I thought the same thing. It’s bad enough I’m taking up some of your time during the week, I didn’t want to bother you on the weekends, too.”

You gave him a smile, “You’re not a bother, I usually do homework or read or help Hagrid with some of the animals on the weekend.”

He furrowed his eyebrows, “Don’t you ever go to Hogsmeade or something with your friends?”

You shrugged, “Sometimes I go with Hermione when she goes with Harry or Ron, but those three are so close that sometimes it feels like I’m fourth wheeling it or something,” you gave him a smile, “usually though, I just hang out by myself, listen to music or like I said, read or do homework.”

You were thankful for the cool air that already making your cheeks pink, because you blushed once you realized how pathetic you made yourself sound.

“It’s not that bad,” you felt compelled to say, “I get a lot of my work done and it helps me keep my grades up and I do get out sometimes, it’s, um, yeah.” You trailed off lamely.

You blushed at Calum’s slightly amused look he gave you, his eyes twinkling at your stuttered excuses.

“Well, maybe you can find time in your weekend schedule for me? I wouldn’t mind the extra study time, I’m pretty awful at potions.” He laughed

You nodded, smiling at him, “Yeah, that sounds good to me.”

Silence settled over the two of you and it was then that you realized you were still holding Calum’s hand. Blushing furiously, you quickly let go, ignoring the way the worn leather of his Quidditch gloves and the warmth of his skin felt against against your palm.

“Sorry, um, sorry,” you muttered, slightly embarrassed.

He laughed lightly, “We should probably head back, it’s getting late and I still have to shower and work on that Defense essay that’s due tomorrow for Snape.”

You nodded, agreeing, “Yeah, I told Hermione that I’d be back around now so we could study some more before bed.”

Standing up, you stretched, shivering slightly when you noticed Michael’s warming charm had worn off.

“I like your shirt, Nirvana’s one of my favorite bands.” he informed you as you began walking back to the castle, Calum’s broom slung casually over his shoulder.

“Thanks, it’s mine too, but I have to admit that the shirt belongs to my brother and it mysteriously ended up in my trunk when I came back to school.” You gave him a sneaky smile and he laughed.

You two continued to talk during your long trek up to Gryffindor tower and you learned that Calum was Muggleborn, like you, loved football and music. He had an older sister named Mali and he was half Australian, which explained the slight accent in his voice.

Conversation only broke once you reached the portrait hole and once he recited the password, you both stopped inside the outskirts of the common room.

“Well, I’m gonna go shower and then work on my essay, I’ll see you tomorrow?” he asked you hopefully.

You nodded, giving him a smile, “Sounds good to me.”

“Goodnight, Y/N.” He said with a smile.

“Goodnight, Calum.” You replied with a grin.

He turned and nearly bumping into a little first year girl, who looked both parts terrified and awed at seeing Calum decked out in his Quidditch robes and you giggled quietly to yourself.

Me too, little girl, You thought to yourself as Calum threw an amused smile over his shoulder at you, his eyes crinkling as he laughed at himself, me too.

“So,” a voice said beside you and you turned to see three pairs of curious eyes trained on you, “how’d it go?”

You blushed at Hermione’s question as Harry and Ron looked on amusedly,  “It went well, we discussed our tutoring schedule and I think it will be adequate and it should work out, definitely, yes.” you replied, nodding to emphasize your point.

Harry gave you a grin, “Thank you for doing this, Y/N, Calum is our best Chaser and we need him if we want to have any shot a the cup this year.”

You gave Harry a smile as Hermione came over to you, putting her arm through yours as she lead you towards the girl’s dormitory, “You’re welcome, Harry!”

“He looked properly smitten with you, Y/N!” Hermione said excitedly and you were a bit taken aback by the rather…girlish topic from her.

“Are you feeling okay? You never want to talk about…girl things.” You asked, giving her a curious glance.

She shrugged, “I never really get a chance to and I’m interested and besides,” she added, her cheeks turning pink, “I might need some help with…someone.”

While you were surprised, you were also pleased at the chance to get to know Hermione better. You two were friends, yes, but mostly due to your shared love of academics and you made great studying partners and besides some trips to Hogsmeade together, you two never really talked about such frivolous things with each other.

With a smile, you plopped down on your bed and Hermione followed suit, and you told her about your night while she listened attentively and when she began speaking in a slightly nervous voice about her crush on Harry, well, you fought hard at the knowing grin that wanted to spread across your face.


After that fateful Transfiguration lesson, it seemed as if you saw Calum everywhere. In the corridors, at breakfast, lunch and dinner and in all of your classes. The next day, as you wandered into the Transfiguration classroom—on time for once, you didn’t think you’d ever seen McGonagall so surprised—you were going to take your original seat back next to Hermione, but Calum, who you’d noticed always seemed to be on time for everything, had other plans. He looked up when you entered the classroom and the smile that graced his face made your heart flutter. He patted the seat next to him and with an encouraging look from Hermione, you hesitantly sat down and almost immediately, Calum struck up an easy conversation between you two. You talked about simple things—his Defense essay, the weather, the upcoming Quidditch match—and you were surprised how quickly you became comfortable with him. He still made you a bit nervous, but you found yourself forgetting about any nerves as he made you laugh at an admittedly lame joke, his eyes crinkling at the corners and smiling so wide, you were sure you could see a small dimple in his chin.

Over the weekend, you spent most of your time in the library, checking out any books that you thought would help Calum with Potions. You weren’t sure where he was, exactly, in his learning or where he struggled and you planned to find out Tuesday, which would be your first tutoring lesson.

Michael met up with you after class on Friday to discuss what day you wanted to hang out and considering you never really did anything on Sundays, you both agreed that would be the perfect day for you to meet up. You found yourself smiling the rest of the day and when it came time for your Transfiguration lesson, Calum noticed your smile.

“What are you grinning about? Did you get your Potions essay back? Let me guess, you got the highest grade in the class.” He teased.

You rolled your eyes, ignoring the blush on your cheeks, “Do you forget that we have the same Potions class? No, I didn’t get my essay back. To answer your question, Michael met up with me after my last class—Arithmancy, we have it together—and we decided to meet up on Sunday to hang out for a bit.”

You didn’t notice Calum’s face fall, you were digging in your bag for your notes from last lesson, but you looked up when you heard his muttered, “Oh.”

“Yeah, I’m excited. I can’t wait to hear the bands he’s been telling me about, they sound like they’re really cool and if Michael listens to them, they must be. He’s the biggest music snob I’ve ever met.” You laughed.

Calum just mmm’d, fiddling with the quill in his hands.

“Are you sure you don’t want to hang out, too? I’m kind of surprised that he didn’t ask you—“

“I’m not,” Calum muttered and you furrowed your eyebrows, confused at the annoyance in his tone, “But no, I told some of the guys on the Quidditch team that I’d play a scrimmage game with them on Sunday.”

“Oh, well, okay, have fun then.” You said, trying to put some cheer in your tone, but you were sure it fell flat. Calum just gave you a quick smile, before turning his attention to the board as McGonagall began speaking, more notes flowing from the charmed piece of chalk.

You frowned, curious at Calum’s sudden change in mood and by the time class was over, you’d nearly bitten your bottom lip raw from worrying it so much as you thought about what could be wrong with Calum.

Usually, Calum would walk with you to your shared Care of Magical Creatures class, but he made some excuse about needing to talk to Harry about Sunday.

You were disappointed, but gave him a smile anyway and told him you’d see him later.

Hermoine watched the whole exchange with a furrowed brow, and when you met her eyes, you shrugged, giving her a ‘what can you do?’ kind of smile and gestured for her to walk with you. You listened to her absentmindedly as you walked to the dungeons for Potions, choosing to focus instead on what as bothering Calum.

That was on Friday and come Monday, you still didn’t understand what could be wrong. You debated on talking to Michael during your time together on Sunday, but you decided against it. You pushed all thoughts of Calum out of your head and focused on Michael and the music that was blasting through the speakers. You had a great time and you were excited at the prospect of growing close with Michael, to have a friend that understood you in a way that most people didn’t.

You were brought out of your thoughts when you noticed the people around you shuffling to leave the Great Hall and you frowned when you looked down at your plate and noticed that you hadn’t touched anything. Sighing, you grabbed a few desserts on the table and put them in your bag, before you made your way to the library and despite your growling stomach, you couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face at the thought of spending time with Calum.

Ms. Pince, the librarian, gave you a glare as you made your way into the library and you shot her a happy smile as you made your way to a table to set up for your first tutoring session with Calum.

You tried to ignore the butterflies fluttering in your stomach as you set out your Potions books on the library table. It was your favorite part of the library; way in the back where no one could bug you and it happened to be right next to a window overlooking the Black Lake and the Quidditch pitch. The last part happened to be a coincidence and you tried not to think about the amount of time you looked out the window when you were trying to study, hoping to catch a glimpse of Calum on his broom during practice.

Your cheeks flushed at the thought and you cracked open a Potions book to think about something else and you only got as far as the introduction to  Drought of the Living Death potion when you heard a bag being set down across from you.

You looked up and gave Calum a bright smile, “Hey, Cal.”

He gave you a grin in response, his eyes twinkling, “Hey, Y/N, ready to bestow your infinite wisdom upon me?” he asked as he sat down across from you.

You blushed, “I don’t know about infinite, but yes, only if you are.”

He smirked at your flushed cheeks before he dug around in his bag, producing a quill, ink, and two pieces of parchment. One was fresh and blank, ready for notes, while the other was crinkled and covered in red and black ink.

He placed the one with red ink marks all over it right in front of you, and you mentally winced at the the giant D at the top, circled twice with red ink.

“Well,” you began, trying to think of something positive to say, “at least it’s not a T.” you tried, giving him what you hoped was an encouraging smile.

He snorted a laugh, “Thanks for trying, but it’s pretty horrible, hence the Dreadful.”

“Do you mind if I read it?” You asked.

He gave you a teasing grin, “It’s why I gave it to you.”

You stuck your tongue out at him, “I just thought you brought it as proof of your incompetence at Potions.”

You regretted the words as soon as you said them, afraid that might of sounded too harsh, but Calum just laughed, his eyes sparkling with humor.

You smiled to yourself, ignoring the warmth spreading through your chest at the thought of being able to make Calum laugh. You quickly scanned the essay, making notes on a spare piece of parchment of what you noticed was wrong or what he could improve upon.

Calum waited patiently, a sheepish grin on his face as every time you wrote something down in your notes.

“Okay,” you said, setting the essay aside, “You weren’t lying when you said you’re shit at potions.”

He raised his eyebrows at your curse and you blushed, an embarrassed laugh escaping your lips, “But anyway,” you continued, “it’s not the worst I’ve ever read, you just need to work on sentence structure and the outline of the essay. You’re a bit all over the place when it comes to describing the process of brewing the actual potion and I think you might need to research it more thoroughly before you write the actual essay.”

You looked up from your notes to see Calum staring at you, an unreadable expression on his face.

You could feel your face heating up underneath his analytical stare, shifting nervously, “What?” you demanded, raising an eyebrow.

Calum just shook his head, giving you a small smile, “Nothing, it’s just, you’re really smart, Y/N.”

You blushed, looking down at your parchment, playing with the ripped edge, “I didn’t even teach you anything yet.”

He chuckled, “No, I guess not, but still, you’re really smart.”

“Flattery of the teacher will get you nowhere, Hood,” You teased him, a grin playing on your lips, “now, let’s take a pop quiz so I can test your knowledge and see where you’re at.”

You grabbed the book you’d been reading before he got there and went back to the first chapter and began quizzing him on everything from the actual ingredients in the potions to the process of brewing it.

Calum, you learned, wasn’t as stupid as he made himself sound. He knew each ingredient and what it was used for, not even taking a second to tell you the answer to each question you threw at him. He did, however, stumble over the actual process of brewing the potion. While you didn’t expect him to memorize the entire process, you did expect him to know the difference between mincing and dicing or what steps would possible go before each other.

You did this for about a half hour and you could tell Calum was growing more and more frustrated with himself as got each question wrong and finally, deciding he’d had enough, you stopped.

“Okay, enough of that.” You said, setting the book aside. Calum let out sigh of relief, but he still had surly look on his face and you reached across the table and placed your hand on top of his.

“Hey,” You said, “don’t get defeated. You’re really knowledgeable about the ingredients, but I think the problem might lie in the way you brew the actual potion. You just need to work on the conceptual part and we can do that by brewing a few potions,” you gave him an encouraging smile, squeezing his hand, “don’t give up on me now, it’s only the first session, I’m here as long as you need me.”

He gave you a small smile, his eyes brightening a little at your words, “Thanks, Y/N.”

You smiled, giving him a smile, “No problem, Cal.”

You removed your hand and picked up the parchment with your notes about his essay and flipped it over, writing down a few vocabulary terms from the book along with a few ingredients and a short essay prompt.

“Here, take this and study it and bring it back to me for our next session. I’ll talk to Professor Slughorn and see if we can borrow the potions lab so we can practice your brewing, sound good?” you asked, looking up at him, handing him the parchment in your hands.

Your fingers brushed as the piece of parchment exchanged hands and you blushed.

He gave you a smile, “Sounds good to me, Y/N.”

You smiled and began packing up, but Calum reached out and grabbed your wrist, halting your movements.

You looked up, startled.

His cheeks pinked, and for a moment, it looked like he was nervous, “Sorry,  but if you’re not busy or like, don’t have studying to do, since we finished early, do you wanna maybe hang out for a little while?”
You hoped you didn’t look as shocked as you felt, but some shock must have registered on your face because Calum chuckled lightly and the butterflies that had calmed throughout your lesson, started up again.

You could feel the weight of his hand against your wrist and you wondered if he could feel your pulse racing underneath his warm and calloused fingertips.

Your mind briefly flashed to the pile of notes by your bedside that needed to be looked over, before the thoughts of Calum Calum Calum and alone alone alone took over.

You smiled, nodding your head, “Okay, yeah, I can hang out for a little while.”

The smile that spread across his face was worth any amount of sleep you might lose tonight to studying.

You sat back down in your previously vacated chair and set your bag back down on the able next you and listen to Calum chatter on about his Quidditch practice. Instead of zoning out like you usually did whenever the topic of Quidditch came up, you found yourself listening with rapt attention and attempting to participate in the conversation with your brief and very minuscule knowledge of Quidditch. You found out that his favorite team was Ireland and he went to the Quidditch World Cup a few years prior, when they played against Bulgaria. While he had a deep appreciation for Viktor Krum as a seeker, he didn’t really care for Bulgaria as a whole.

You told him about going to Quidditch World Cup with Harry, Hermione and the entirety of the Weasley clan and your run in with Barty Crouch, your fear at seeing the dark mark the air and your indignation at the way Bagman and Crouch treated his house elf. Calum was a great listener, he gasped at the appropriate parts, added commentary when he thought necessary and kept his eyes on you the entire time you spoke.

Calum told you about the first time he rode a broom and how it gave him the same feeling as playing his guitar or bass did—like an extension of him, like coming home, something he didn’t need to even think about.
You told him about your secret passion for singing and wishing that you were able to play an instrument in order to accompany your voice. He told you about the diary he kept of songs he wrote, that he took with him every where he went and you found yourself admitting that you did the same thing, up until second year, when Draco Malfoy took it from you one year in Potions and read some of them out loud in front of the entire class. You told him that you’d never seen Snape so furious and that it was the first time that someone could remember Snape taking points away from his own class. You told him home Snape was unusually kind to you after class, when he gave you back your journal and taught you how to conceal the songs, so if it were to ever fall into the wrong hands again, it would just look like a notebook full of Potions notes.

You blushed heavily at Calum’s angry expression and you could see a plan formulating in his eyes, a plan to get Malfoy back for his horrible behavior towards you, he informed you in a tight voice. You found yourself reaching across the table and grabbing his hand, squeezing it tightly in yours as you fought back tears, the lump building in your throat painful as you whispered your thanks to him.

He fire burning in his brown eyes dimmed to a few embers, softening at the tears in your eyes and he squeezed your hand back, his warm hand engulfing your smaller one, as he whispered You’re welcome, Y/N.

You wiped furiously at your eyes, embarrassed about getting so emotional and it was then that you looked down at your watch and gaped at the time it displayed.

Your distress of the time grabbed Calum’s attention and after grabbing your bag and slinging it easily across his shoulder, he reached for your hand and giving you a secret smile, he told you about a shortcut that would get you there in two minutes.

He lead you through the maze of the library and after throwing a look back at you, he began to run, still holding on to your hand and you quickened your pace to keep up with him.

Hysterical laughter left your lips as both of you, being lead by Calum, sprinted through the empty corridors, your rushed footsteps echoing loudly off of the walls. The portraits chuckled at your antics, while some sent you disapproving glares.

You ignored them all and simply focused on your heart beating in your chest, the feeling of Calum’s palm heavy in yours, warm and calloused, his grip gentle, but strong as he ducked behind a portrait after quickly saying the password. The smile on his face as he darted confidently through dim corridor made your heart warm and the butterflies darted around in your stomach. You felt free, almost weightless as you followed him without a thought and you never wanted this moment to end.

By the time you reached the familiar portrait hole, your face was flushed, you were panting, your hair was wind blown, and your legs burned, but you’d never felt better in your life, the smile on your face a mile wide and your heart lighter than it had ever been.

Calum’s gaze was heavy on your face as you made your way into the empty common room, stopping at the edge of the stairs, and when you met his eyes, they were practically glowing. His dark hair was a mess across his forehead, the fading blonde fringe brushed over his left eyebrow and without thinking, you reached up and pushed it away, reveling in the softness of the dark locks.

The look in his eyes changed, his brown eyes darkening and you found yourself blushing, slowly retracting your hand.

“Thank you for getting me back so quickly.” You murmured, giving him a smile.

“Anytime.” He told you softly, squeezing your hand that was still in his grasp.

“Goodnight, Cal.” You whispered, blushing.

“Sweet dreams, Y/N.” He whispered back, giving your hand one last squeeze before he dropped it and you walked up the stairs, your head spinning and your cheeks hurting from smiling too much.

Laying in your four poster that night, you stared up at the canopy with a dopey smile on your face, your hand still warm from Calum’s hand. For the first time in a long time, your rolled over and fell fast asleep and the notes on your bedside table were left where they were, untouched and unstudied.


Over the next few weeks, you and Calum seemed to spend more and more time together and Tuesdays, Thursdays, Fridays and the occasional Saturdays were quickly becoming your favorite days of the week.

Much like the first time, after a session was over, you found yourself lingering in the library or the potions classroom, just talking about whatever cake to mind. You’d learned so much about Calum in those weeks and you savored every small bit of information he gave you, from the big things—like the time he fell off his broom and nearly died, his mother having to rush him to St. Mungos to get emergency mediwizard attention —to the small, seemingly insignificant things—like the way he bit the tip of his quill when he was concentrating or the way he hummed under his breath when he was brewing a potion under your watchful eye. While he studied his Potions, you studied him.

You could feel yourself falling in deeper with every moment you spent with Calum, whether it was inside the classroom or eating dinner with him or spending time with him and Michael on the weekends in whatever abandoned classroom you guys could find or cheering Calum in the stand of the Quiddith pitch as you watched him fly around on his broom, ducking and dodging bludgers.

Your crush on him wasn’t just a long distance crush anymore. Every new bit of information you found out about him brought you father and father away from reason and by December, you were pretty sure you had fallen head over heels, completely and totally in love with Calum Hood.

You were startled out of your thoughts when you heard Calum let out a frustrated groan, muttering curse words under his breath. You looked up from the Defense notes that you were (not really) studying and were met with the wonderful sight of Calum bent over the boiling cauldron, sweater and tie flung across the the table a few feet away. The top three buttons of his crisp white shirt were unbuttoned—giving you the perfect view of his tattoos that were just dying to see up close and trace with your fingers—and the sleeves were rolled up to his elbows. His fringe was matted to his forehead with sweat and you found yourself short of breath.

The smell of burning potions killed your rising libido and you quickly darted over to Calum’s side, putting out the flame with a wave of your wand.

You looked into the cauldron to see the potion had turned a godawful yellow color when it was supposed to be a light shade of pink. You met Calum’s sheepish expression, but the edges of his eyes were taught with frustration.

You couldn’t help the giggles that escaped your mouth, “Having a bit of trouble here, Cal?”

He sighed, frustration still in his eyes but you could see the hints of amusement dancing at the edges of his irises, “When am I not? I’ve done this exactly as it says in the book and it still turned out like shit!” He exclaimed, throwing his hands up in the air. You tried to ignore the way his muscles rippled with the movement, deciding to take care of the matter at hand.

“I’m hopeless, Y/N.” He said, and you had to fight back the coo that wanted to escape your lips at the subtle pout that settled on his plump pink lips.

You placed your hand on his bicep, bringing his attention down to you and you gave him a gentle smile, “You’re not hopeless, Cal, you just made a mistake. Unfortunately, in potions, even the simplest mistake can have dire consequences,” you told him grimly, looking down at his potion and poking at it with the ladle.

You nodded to the book, “Review the directions again and see if you can pinpoint where you might’ve made a mistake, we’ll probably be able to save the potion with a few extra steps.”

After pinpointing where he might’ve messed up—turns out Calum mixed up mince with dice—you talked him through the few extra steps to correct the potion.

Not even ten minutes later, a perfectly light pink potion was boiling away in the cauldron and Calum was much happier.

“Thanks, Y/N! If it wasn’t for you, I probably would’ve had to start all over again.” He informed you, giving you a grateful smile.

You smiled, ducking your head down and looking at your scuffed dress shoes, “It’s no big deal, I’m just glad I could help.”

You gave Calum a small quiz on the potion he just brewed, just questions on the ingredients and the process and while he worked on that, you packed up your notes and books, shoving them into your fraying bag.

You looked up when you heard footsteps and you gave Calum a smile when he handed you the piece of parchment he wrote his answers down on. You immediately took it and began looking it over, smiling at the amount of improvement you saw compared to his first quiz.

“What are you doing tomorrow?” Calum blurted out and you looked up curiously from the piece of parchment in your hands. Calum was shuffling his feet nervously, his hands shoved in his pockets of his black trousers.

“Aren’t we supposed to meet in the library tomorrow so I can revise your essay?” You asked, confused.

Calum’s cheeks tinted pink and he looked down at his black dress shoes scuffing across the dungeon floors, “Well,yeah, but I was thinking—“

Your heart beat spiked in your chest and you could feel the blush creeping onto your cheeks. You bit your lip, not daring to hope that this was actually happening.

Calum looked at you expectantly and you blushed heavily.

“Do you mind repeating that? I zoned out there a little bit and I didn’t hear you.” You told him, slightly embarrassed.

He gave you a small smile, walking up closer to your table and you held your breath.

He leaned in close to you, stopping a few inches from your face. You could smell his cologne, slightly sweet with a hint of musk and pine and fresh linens. He placed his hands on the table, the tips of his fingers brushing yours and you swallowed heavily.

“Instead of studying tomorrow, would you like to go to Hogsmead with me?” He asked you, voice soft, brown eyes hopeful.

You blushed, a smile dancing on your lips, “I’d love to.” You murmured shyly, looking up at him from underneath your eyelashes.

He smiled brightly, “Great! Meet me at the Entrance Hall around ten?”

You nodded, smiling at his excitement, warmth blooming in your chest at the thought of spending a whole day with Calum that had nothing to do with academics.

“It sounds good, Cal.” You confirmed, smiling up at him.

He grinned, checking his watch, “I’ve got to get to practice, thanks for your help today.”

Grabbing his stuff, he gave you a smile, “I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“It’s a date.” You said and immediately regretting it. Your cheeks went up in flames at your insinuation and you went to apologize, but when looked in Calum’s eyes and saw the little glimmer and the small, but happy smile dancing across his tantalizing lips, you stopped.

“It’s a date.” He echoed, and after a brief moment of hesitation, he leaned down and gently pressed his lips to your flaming cheek.

Your lips parted on a silent gasp when you felt the gentle pressure of his warm, soft, slightly chapped lips pressed against your skin. He was millimeters from the corner of your lips and if either one of you turned your head even slightly, your lips would be touching.

He pulled back slightly, his face a few inches from yours and flicked your shocked eyes up to his soft dark ones. His eyes flicked over your face, down to your lips and back to your eyes.

“Tomorrow.” He breathed, and it sounded like a promise.

Shooting you one last smile, he grabbed his stuff and headed out of the classroom. You briefly registered the door creaking open and slamming back against the frame with loud bang that made you jump.

You stared at the spot where Calum stood, bringing your hand up to your cheek, brushing your fingers over the place where his lips were not even ten seconds ago.

A wide smile spread across your face and your cheeks had a permanent blush to them.

You had a date.


With Calum Hood.

Letting out a small squeal, you quickly grabbed your things and darted out of the classroom.

You had a date to prepare for.

You stared at your reflection in the mirror, tugging at the hem of your sweater nervously.

With the help of Hermione, you decided on a soft maroon sweater with your favorite jean jacket with the grey sweatshirt sleeves over it and your favorite pair of dark skinny jeans tucked into your usual black combat boots. Due to your hair not wanting to cooperate this morning and the freezing temperatures outside, you pulled a black beanie over your head. Your makeup was minimal, choosing instead to go more natural—a little mascara here, lip gloss there—and you were quite satisfied with your appearance.

Checking the time on your watch, you muttered a quick curse at the time displayed.


Quickly wrapping your scarf around your neck and tugging your mittens on your hands, you grabbed your bag and made your way down the stairs, rushing out of the common room and darting down the Grand Staircase. After almost tumbling down the last flight of stairs, you rushed to the Entrance Hall and stopped in your tracks by what you saw.

Calum was leaned up against the door frame to the giant double doors, dressed in a dark grey sweater, tight black skinny jeans tucked into a scuffed up pair of boots. His thick black jacket looked warm and cozy and his Gryffindor colors were flying high with his red and gold scarf and matching red beanie.

Your stomach fluttered anxiously and excitedly, and taking a deep breath, you strode over to Calum, who looked up at your footsteps and smiled brightly up at you.

He took in your appearance, causing you to shift nervously underneath his heavy gaze.

A slow grin spread across his lips, “You look beautiful and cozy,” he added when he noticed your beanie.

You blushed, “Thanks, Cal, you look really great, too.”

He pulled his hand from behind his back and presented you with a single bright pink peony.

“Cal, it’s beautiful, thank you.” You said, giving him a bright smile.

His cheeks pinked, “I remember you telling me it was your favorite flower a couple weeks ago. I enchanted it so you can keep it forever and it won’t change, I mean only if you want to—“

Your heart felt like it would explode from the overwhelming amount of happiness flowing through your body. Never had someone done something so thoughtful or sweet for you. The date hadn’t even really started and already, you were this overwhelmed by Calum.

“Calum, that—that’s so sweet and thoughtful, thank you.” You breathed, looking up at him awe.

“A beautiful flower for a beautiful girl.” He murmured, giving you a shy smile.

“Are you ready to go?” He asked you and you nodded, smiling happily. He grabbed your hand and intertwined your gloved finger with his and together, you walked out of the Great Hall and into the cold December air, heading to the horseless carriages.

Calum opened the door for you and offered you his hand, helping you in before climbing in himself. He tripped slightly on the top step and he blushed, chuckling embarrassedly.

You giggled lightly, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” he laughed, “I’m fine.”

You expected him to sit in the seat across from you, but instead, he chose to sit next to you, his jean clad thigh brushing yours. You blushed when he reached for your hand again and you offered it to him and he took it, gripping it tightly, squeezing your fingers gently.

You made light conversation on the way to the village, talking about your days so far, how you were doing and the whole time you were talking, Calum was brushing his thumb across the back of your hand and the butterflies in your stomach fluttered with every swipe of his thumb.

A cold burs of air filtered through the window of the carriage and you unconsciously scooted closer to Calum, who seemed to always be warm, no matter the weather outside.

Calum shot you a smile, his eyes glimmering with an emotion you couldn’t quite place your finger on, but before you could really think on it too much, the carriage came to a halt and you were following Calum out and into the snow covered streets of a bustling Hogsmeade.

Your eyes widened a bit a the crowds of people; students, teachers and regular wizards and witches doing a bit of last minute Christmas shopping or just milling about the shops, spending a day out with friends or family, depending on the person.

“Where do you want to start?” Calum asked, squeezing your hand to get your attention.

You eyed Dominic Maestros, a music shop that sold both wizard and muggle instruments alike, along with records, record players and anything else you could possibly want for music.

Calum followed your gaze and his eyes immediately brightened, “Do you want to go in there?”

You smiled, nodding and Calum lead you into the shop, the bell above the door giving a soft ting at your entrance. Your eyes jumped from the collection of vintage guitars, to the eclectic collection of records. You were torn and finally, you decided to go over to the records, your hands just itching to comb through the never ending stacks and see what treasures you could dig up.

Calum, however, immediately darted towards a vintage cherrywoodTaylor acoustic, running his fingers over it reverently, his fingers gently plucking the strings in a soft and familiar melody, and you found yourself singing under your breath as you flicked through the records.

Your skin,
Oh yeah your skin and bones,
Turn into something beautiful,

Your let out an excited shriek when your fingers brushed over a familiar album and you picked it up, examining it closely. The cover was a bit beat up, but the record was in mint condition, not a scratch on it.

Led Zeppelin’s VI record was in your hands and you knew immediately that you had to buy it for Mikey for Christmas.

Checking the price, you were surprised that they were selling it for so cheap. However, you remembered that this was a wizard’s shop and wizard village, so you doubted that most of them cared about a Led Zeppelin album.

“What’d you find, love?” Calum asked from behind you.

You blushed at the pet name, but handed him the album that was in your hands.

He whistled, impressed, “This is quite the find, how much is it?”

“Two Galleons.” You said excitedly as he appraised it, flipping it over to read the tracks.

“Damn, that’s a steal, you like Zeppelin?” he asked, looking up at you, his brown eyes curious.

You nodded, a small smile gracing your face, “My dad, he loves them. He used to tell me stories about the concerts he’d been to, he even tried to convince me he met Robert Plant once, but I didn’t believe him,” You chuckled, turning about to look at more records, “My dad was always listening to the classic’s, so I guess you could say his love of Zeppelin and crew was passed on to me.”

Calum smiled as he handed you back the album, “So is it a present for him then?”

You shook your head, “No, he has this album already. I picked it up because I knew Michael doesn’t have it—he was telling me about it the last time we hung out—and I figured it’d be a nice little Christmas present for him, nothing like too extravagant, I know he wouldn’t want it and I don’t want him to feel like he has to buy me something in return, it’s, um, yeah.” You said, blushing at your stammered reply.

You shifted underneath Calum’s appraising stare, your cheeks getting redder. While what you said was true, you also wanted to thank Michael, in  away, for being your friend and confidant. He found out about your feelings for Calum a couple of weeks ago, during one of your many hang out sessions and instead of laughing at you, he just gave you a soft smile, his green eyes filled with understanding. Since that day, he listened to you rant about how unfair and unjust it was that Calum was well, Calum and you were well, you. Michael listened with a patient ear, something that obviously went against his nature, and offered you sympathy and a shoulder to lean on and sometimes, what he thought were sage words of advice.

You were so busy looking down at the album, nervously picking at the slightly worn spine, that you missed the dark look that had taken over Calum’s usually soft eyes.

After an awkward moment of silence, Calum cleared his throat and you looked up shyly, “I’m sure he’ll love it.”

“Really?” You asked hopefully, “You don’t think its stupid?”

Calum gave you a soft smile, “I think it’s very thoughtful, Y/N, and I’m sure Michael will, too.”

You bit your lip, a subtle frown settling on your lips. While you had no doubt that Calum was being sincere, something seemed a bit…off. There was something lurking behind those expressive brown eyes, something sad and you had no idea what it could be

You gave him a small smile before turning back to the bins of records, flipping through them and after a few moments, Calum joined you.

After picking out a few more—the Beatles’ Abbey Road, Janis Joplin’s Pearl and ACDC’s Highway to Hell—you headed over to the check out, smiling at the elderly old man who rang you up with a cheerful smile.

Once he handed you your bag and you headed back out of the store, shivering when you were met with the chilled air after being in the warm air of the music shop.

You made a few more stops;Tomes and Scrolls to pick up a few more books to read over the Christmas holiday, Spintwitches—a sporting goods store that you’d never noticed before—so Calum could get a new set of Quidditch gloves and few little gifts for the guys on the Quiditch team and Honeydukes—you had a small obsession with chocolate frogs and Calum, once he realized this, much to your horror and objections, Calum bought you a whole box. He brushed off your protests and raced you to the checkout counter, where he slammed down the exact amount of coins and then proceeded to race out into the snow, laughing wildly and once you caught up with him, breathless and slightly sweaty, outside of Three Broomsticks, he cheerfully informed you that he would also pay for lunch and that if you wanted you chocolate frogs, you’d comply without complaint.

Grumbling, you followed him into the pub, trying to ignore your racing heart and flushed cheeks that had nothing to do with the cold or the extortion of running.

Calum found a small table in the corner of he crowded pub, pulling out your chair for you and waiting until you were seated to strut over to the other side of the table, a smug grin etched onto his flawlessly gorgeous face.

“No need to look so proud of yourself, Hood. Smug isn’t a good look for you.” You muttered petulantly, looking down at the menu Madam Rosmerta placed in front of you when she came over to get your drink order.

Calum just smirked even wider before ordering a butterbeer for himself and when she looked over at you, you ordered the same thing.

Once she returned with your drinks and both of you ordered your food—you ordered a simple chicken sandwich and chips while Calum got a burger and chips—you settled into an easy conversation about music, mostly about what you listened to as a child and favorite songs from certain years. You were only interrupted when Madam Rosmerta brought you your food and then the conversation started up as quickly as it ended, only pausing now and then to eat.

Calum was in the middle of telling you a story about his older sister putting her makeup on him and forcing him to give an impromptu performance with her in the front of her friends that had you in stitches when you were interrupted by a familiar voice.

“Look at this, having a date without me I see.” Michael said, setting down next to you and slinging an arm around your shoulders.

You rolled your eyes, giggling, “That’s because a date only includes two people Michael, unless it consists as a double date, which therefore, you have no partner for it to be one, nor were you invited for it to be a double date. So, yes, we are having a date without you.”

He put his free hand to his chest, feigning hurt, “You wound me, why must you be so rude to me? What have I done to constitute such treatment?” He whined, giving you a an over exaggerated pout.

You raised an eyebrow, “Someones been reading the dictionary.”

He sighed, “It’s what I have to do to tempter the loneliness when your angelic presence is no longer around.”

You blushed, giggling.

Calum cleared his throat, and you looked over at him, smiling brightly, “You’re friend here is quite overdramatic.”

Calum scoffed, “Yeah, friend.”

You furrowed your eyebrows, confused at the suddenly hostile tone, looking between Calum—who was rigid, anger rolling off of him in waves, his eyes dark and stone cold—to Michael, who was the picture of ease and calm, leaning back in his chair and munching on some chips he stole off of your plate.

“Look, I forgot that I told Harry that I would help with Quidditch strategies, so I’m gonna go, I’ll see you guys later.” He muttered, tossing some coins on to the table before he grabbed his jacket and strode out of the pub.

“Calum wait—“ you began, but he was already gone.

You deflated, sliding down in your chair and casting your eyes down to your jean clad thigh.

You were confused, you thought that the date was going quite well. You and Calum had a natural chemistry that flowed so easily whenever you were talking with each other, whether it was about academics, sports and childhood memories or even simple things like the weather or how your days went. You had hoped, with the kiss on the cheek and the date and Calum holding your hand throughout the entire day had been signs. Obviously, you’d been wrong and with that thought, hot tears welled in your eyes at the obvious and public rejection.

“You know,” Michael began conversationally,  his mouth slightly full with half chewed chips and you were that upset that you didn’t admonish him like you usually would, “he really likes you.”

You snorted, “Obviously, you checked out in the last two minutes because he just ran out of here like the building was on fire.”

You could physically feel the weight of Michael’s eyeball has he slammed his chair back down on all fours and twisted his body to face you.

“Y/N,” He began, and you could feel your annoyance rise at the amusement dancing in his eyes, “Calum is jealous.”

You furrowed your eyebrows, “Of what?” You demanded.

“Of me.” Michael said simply, taking another bite of a chip.

“But there’s nothing to be jealous of! I mean no offense,” you added at Michael’s raised eyebrow, “but we’re just friends. I lo-like,” you caught yourself and you ignored Michael’s smirk, blushing, “Calum, I thought I made that pretty clear, I mean, he asked me out and I said yes and we were holding hands and he almost kissed me yesterday—“

“Y/N,” Michael interrupted, “have you ever talked about me to Calum? Told him about our hang out sessions or something I said or—“

“Well of course, besides Hermione, you’re my only friend—“

“Does he ever act weird? Like change the subject really quickly or maybe not act as interested in the conversation?”

You nodded slowly, “Yeah, but what—“

“Y/N, Calum likes you and he thinks that you like me. I just proved that when I came over here and flirted with you a little bit-“

“Wait, wait, wait,” You demanded, holding your hand out, “Calum likes me?” you asked and at Michael’s nod, you continued, “And you knew?” you added and again, Michael nodded.

“Then why would you—“

“Do you remember the day you came to Cal’s practice and you sat next to me and when I asked you to hang out right in front of him?”

You nodded, not really seeing where he was going with this.

Michael gave you a small, knowing smile, “Y/N, Calum’s liked you since he first laid eyes on you first year at the sorting ceremony. I’ve listened him blather on about you for the last six years and he’s never once done anything about it. So, when he told me about you tutoring him for Potion’s and you showed up at the Quidditch pitch and we got to talking, I decided that not only were you a really awesome girl, but that you liked Calum back. So I decided to use this to my advantage. Calum’s a very jealous person, I’ve watched him glower at any guy who’s come within an inch of you and I knew that if I started hanging out with you, it would either force him to admit his feelings or you would pick up on his feelings, however, I didn’t take into consideration of your lack of experience of guys and his pigheadedness, and since it hadn’t gone any further, I decided when I saw you two together today, that I would speed up the process a little.” He finished with a smirk.

You could only gape at him, your head spinning with all of this information, “That’s very Slytherin of you,” you said faintly, starting down at your half finished sandwich as if it would hold the answers of where to go from here.

“Thank you.” Michael said, accepting the compliment, “now, I don’t know what you’re still doing here with me, but if I had to guess, Calum should probably be ready to pass Tomes and Scrolls, so if you hurry, you should be able to catch him.”

You only stared, for some reason not comprehending.

Michael rolled his eyes, kicking your chair, “Go! Run after him, be romantic and chase after him in the snow and all that shit!”

Adrenalin pumped through your veins, your heart pounding in nerves and excitement.

“He really does like me?” You murmured, softly, to yourself.

“YES!” Michael exclaimed in exasperation, “We’ve established that, now go!”

Jumping up from your chair, you grabbed your jacket and quickly shoved your arms through the holes, not bothering to button it up. You darted out of the pub, almost tripping when your feet it the snow. You ran down the busy streets, shouting apologies to anyone you bumped into or nearly tripped in your haste to get to Calum.

You flew past Honeydukes and Zonko’s, your breath leaving your parted lips in quick gasps, your legs were straining with the effort of your speed and your stomach was filled with nervous butterflies.

Just as you ran past Spintwitches, you spotted a familiar figure, trudging in the snow, head down, shoulders slumped.  

“Calum!” You shouted, a bit breathless and the figure kept walking.

Frustrated, you tried again, “Calum!”

The figure stopped, his shoulders tensing before they turned around. Dark eyes cut into yours and you heart squeezed painfully in your chest at the dejected look in them. Calum’s eyes widened a bit when he noticed you running towards him but then they hardened and just as he turned to continue walking and you were close to reaching him, until a patch of ice came out of no where. You could feel your body sliding, desperate to find traction and you only had time for panicked scream as you fell forward towards the ground at a shocking speed. Your eyes closed tightly, preparing for the inevitable impacted but it never came.

Strong hands grasped you by the shoulders, catching you in their strong grip, before they pulled you up, setting you gently back on your feet.

You looked up into those familiar dark brown eyes, anger at the edges and rejection making them dark, sad. But underneath all of it, you could see the concern, the worry and even slight amusement, but it was the fondness—this soft look of complete and total adoration that got you.

Any thoughts of a long winded speech left your mind, the words ebbing away as if someone had erased them one by one. Looking into those beautiful brown eyes that had captured your heart, you did the only thing you could think of.

“Y/N, are you okay, what were you—“ Calum began, but you cut him off, your slightly chapped lips brushing against his softly.

Calum froze and momentary panic that you had gotten this wrong, that you had actually fallen and hit your head on the cobblestone pathway and this was all just a concussed hallucination seized for a moment.

But then soft, plump lips brushed against yours and all thought left your mind.

Calum kissed like he did everything in his life, diving in headfirst, no care of any consequences and with a passion and determination that left you breathless. His lips were warm and demanding on yours, his gloved hands cupping your cheeks and titling your head just the way he wanted, guiding you, feeling you out and you more than happy to go along.

He nipped at your bottom lip, soothing the slight pain with a gentle brush of his tongue, pushing past your lips and deepening the kiss, his tongue tangling with yours.

Your head was spinning and you tightened your grip on his shoulders briefly before sliding your hands into the hair at the base of his neck, pulling him closer to you, wanting more more more of his kisses, of the addicting taste of his lips—butterbeer, salt from the chips and chocolate from the chocolate frog he snitched out of your box, created a heady mixture and the gentle way he sucked on your tongue that made your heart threaten to beat out of your chest.

The easy chemistry you’d been thinking of earlier floated back into your brain—the way your lips danced and moulded together was perfect; the way you titled your head, the way Calum brushed his fingers across your cheek, reverently, like you were the most precious artifact that needed to be handled with the gentlest of care—was the exact same way your conversations were or the silence or anytime you spent with Calum. It was natural, complete, like coming home. It reminded you of the way it felt when you grasped your wand for the first time, how it felt so right, like it belonged to you.

Calum chose you.

And you chose him right back.

You both parted for air at the same time, resting your foreheads together, your breath leaving your parted lips and the contrast to the warmth with the cold air created soft plumes of smoke like fog in front of you.

You pulled away slightly, resting your chin on Calum’s chest, looking up into his dazed eyes and you smiled.

He smiled back at you, brushing a tendril of hair that had escaped your beanie away from your face.

“I have a proposition for you.” He murmured, brushing his thumb across your cheek.

“Oh yeah?” You asked, your voice soft, gentle, not wanting to ruin the peace that had surrounded you.

“I’ll teach you how to play the guitar, only if,” he added at your excited squeal, “you be my girlfriend.”

Your heart flipped in your chest and your stomach dropped, the same feeling of going down a large dip on a rollercoaster and you were sure your face was the color of a tomato, but you found yourself smiling up at him widely, “That sounds like a fair deal to me,” you replied, grinning.

He smiled, leaning down and kissing you again.

You were a little scared, having never been in a relationship before, but you wanted Calum for so long that you couldn’t find it in yourself to duck down and hide. After all, you were a Gryffindor and you were Calum would have no problem tutoring you in the finer art of relationships.

Obnoxious clapping broke you two out of your daze and you both turned your head, only to be met with sight of a smirking and rather smug looking Michael, munching on one of your chocolate frogs.

“Finally! I thought I was going to have to give my virtue Y/N in order for you to finally grow a piar and ask her out,” Michael said to Calum, who rolled his eyes and flipped him off, but you could see the smile dancing on his kiss swollen lips.

That you put there, you thought to yourself in wonder.

“Now that we’ve gotten that out of the way, Y/N,” Michael said, breaking you out of your Calum haze, “is that Zeppelin record for me?”



I really hoped you all enjoyed it and like I said, if you have anymore ideas for me or a request, just shoot me a message (:


Requsted: No

Summary: Ashton’s little kitten loves to disobey him just to feel punishment, because they both loved it. Also, if she is good enough, there is always a reward in the end for good behavior for daddy.

Word Count: 2,718 [i got so carried away lmaoooo. i need holy water eye drops after reading this to myself.]

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Betrayal Hurts, But I’m Here For You- [Takao Maruyama]- My Forged Wedding

Warning: Contains swearing

“Oh my god! Are you actually trying to pin this on me?!”

“I’m not pinning anything! I’m not the only one who’s been cheating, am I?!”

“Are you fucking serious Yamato?! I haven’t done anything with anyone, and you know that as well as I do!” He snorted at you in an almost condescending fashion, glaring at you as he hissed.

“No, I don’t know, I’m not the one who’s lying here, you are!”

“What the hell are you talking about!”

“I’m talking about all the time you’ve been spending with Kunihiko.” And at that accusation your mind went numb. Yamato was actually accusing you of having been unfaithful with Kunihiko of all people? You couldn’t help but sneer back at him.

“Don’t even start! You know Kunihiko has just been helping me try to find a full-time job, nothing more, nothing less, you know that! I told you ages ago that he was doing it, for God sake I came to Tokyo to find a full-time job, working at the bar is just temporary!”

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Flying High

I was on a plane less than a week ago, and what does one do on a plane except think of Harry? Especially when the screen in the seat in front of them is, in fact, broken. It’s short, but boy did it help me pass some time. Also, I’ve never flown first, so the screens are probably not in the seats – they’re probably fancy and all that – but until Harry decides he wants to take me jet setting with him (boy, PLEASE) we’re just going to have to go with this, okay? x. 

P.S. Friendly reminder that requests are closed! (And I’ve already got two in my inbox with a public angle. ;) )

You jab the screen in the back of the seat in front of you several times, but despite the different touches you apply, it remains frozen to the menu screen.

It isn’t working,” you mutter to him.

“What’sit?” he mutters with a quick glance and pulling out an ear bud.

“My screen,” you clarify. “It isn’t working, look.” You jab again and still nothing. “You try,” you instruct him and he reaches over and taps a long finger against it several times.

“Must be broken,” he remarks and you shoot him a withering look.

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I Hate You, You Love Me? || Calum Hood

anon blessss <3 calum imagines are filling up my blog lmaooo

Summary: You hate Calum and Calum hates you. But, the both of you were invited to Lukes party, where the two of you get intoxicated and then have sex. But, the hating game takes a turn when Calum admits that he loves you, but the feeling isn’t mutual… Yet.

S M U T 

“Are you fucking kidding me?” You ask in annoyance as you saw Calum enter through Lukes door and be greeted by him. You were invited to Lukes party the other day, as the two of you were good friends and you loved Lukes parties. Unfortunately, he was best friends with your worst enemy; Calum Hood. And, damn everything, he was invited. 

You and Calum have been enemies since the day the two of you met. His cocky behavior bothered your introverted, humble being. That’s when the two of you clashed, becoming perfect enemies. Luke attempts to fix it constantly, saying how we’d be best friends if we looked passed those contrasting traits. But you guys were stubborn and resumed hating each other for what seems like forever. 

“Lighten up, Y/N,” Ashton said with a grin. He passed you an opened beer as the two of you drank within the crowd. “He isn’t that bad if you were more willing to try and be friends.”

“He’s a disease in this world, and I’m trying to keep from getting sick,” you scoffed, taking a sip of your 4th beer. “Anyways, he’s a dick. I can’t befriend a dick, Ashton.” Ashton laughed, his iconic laughter filling the whole elated room. 

“It never hurts to try, Y/N,” Ashton suggested as he took another swig. Yeah fucking right, you thought. “Yo Cal! C’mere!” Ashton called out to him as you groaned. You hated Calum, and Ashton knew this. So why was he calling him over?

“Hey Ashton!” Calum said happily as they slapped hands. He then looked over at you and rolled his eyes, his smile dropping into a frown. “Y/N,” he greeted with a boring tone. You put on a fake, wide smile as you shot up the middle finger at him. Dropping your bullshit smile and hand, you took another large swig, finishing the beer whole.

“Shit, Y/N, need another?” Ashton asked, having you nod. Ashton nods and disappears, leaving you and Calum alone at one of the tables set up in Lukes house. It was awkward, the silence that the both of you held. 

“So what exactly are you doing here, Y/N?” Calum asked, giving you a look of fake interest. “Oh, I know! You just couldn’t stay away from me, could you? Always coming to these parties to see me and shit.”

“You fucking wish, Hood,” you responded, rolling your eyes as you played with your empty beer bottle. Calum leaned in closer, with his hand balled into a fist to lean his cheek against. 

“C’mon, Y/N, admit it,” Calum said with a smirk. “You’re hopelessly in love with me behind this hateful facade of yours. You don’t need to hide it anymore, love.” You couldn’t believe it. This cocky bastard actually thinks you love him. It was almost hilarious how crazy he sounded. 

“I don’t even remotely like you, Calum,” you responded, keeping your gaze away from Calum. “You’re absolutely insane if you think I like you. You need a mental hospital if you think I am in love with you.” Calum laughed as if it was a joking matter, but you kept your tone and your behavior, serious. You just really didn’t like Calum. 

“I know you want me, babe, you can’t even deny it!” Calum exclaims, making you look at him in horror. “I’m sure you’ve been dying to fuck me since the day you laid eyes on me. I just know it, Y/N!” You snorted, actually smiling at something Calum said.

“I’d rather fuck a cockroach, Calum,” you said bluntly, causing Calum to crack up. He took you for a joke. Rolling your eyes in annoyance, you resumed tapping on your empty bottle with your nails. You were suddenly interrupted when Ashton came back with a tray of shots and placed it on the table. The empty bottle was tipped and fell on the floor, shattering into pieces. But someone already came around to start cleaning it as Ashton looked at the both of you with smiles.

“Time for a shot competition!” Ashton announced, grabbing the attention of a fairly big crowd around you guys. “How about we settle things with a few fast rounds of tequila, aye? Are you guys into it?”

“I’ve got the fucking tolerance, considering I can tolerate Y/N over here,” Calum said, giving you a taunting wink. “But I don’t think Y/N here is gonna be able to take it?” Without saying a word, you grab one of the shots and swallow it whole, slamming the shot glass down with a loud sound. The people around you guys began cheering and clapping with a series of “ooh!” being exclaimed. Smirking at Calum, you give him a challenging smile. 

“Bring it on, Kiwi.”

11 shots later, and the both of you were gone. You were so drunk that you couldn’t even think. The both of you were tied, with only 2 more shots left on the tray. You grabbed one immediately, having Calum grab the other while giggling. 

“Fucking cheers!” Calum slurred, holding it up. You clink your shot with his before the both of you chugged it down and harshly placed it on the tray upside down. You felt the delicious poison burn down your throat, making you laugh like a hyena. Calum joined you, tears practically collecting in his eyes. 

“Fucking hell, Calum, I’ve gotta pee!” You blurted out, giggling. Ashton began to laugh with you, having the rest of the crowd that collected join. Calum was cracking up, slamming his hand on the table repeated times. “Help me go take a wee.” With the both of you struggling to actually stand up, you wrap your arm around Calums shoulder as he walks to you the back of the house where the bathroom was. You enter and shut the door, peeing while Calum waited outside. Finishing up, you flushed and washed your hands and exited the bathroom, seeing Calum standing right in front of you.

“Y/N, did I tell you how pretty you looked tonight?” Calum slurred, smiling goofily at you. “You’re so fucking gorgeous in that aqua dress, Y/N, it was so fucking hard not to just grab you and kiss you.”

“Oh really, Calum?” You slurred as well, having your voice lower into seduction. “Is it the dress that you like, or my body in it?” You asked with a wink while biting on your bottom lip. Calum looked at you for a moment, scanning your face with his brown orbs. He suddenly grabbed you by the waist and sat you on the table that was ornate outside of the bathroom. 

“Alright, I can’t fucking take this anymore!” Calum exclaimed, unbuttoning his pants. You flimsily began to take off your panties, having it be difficult as you were sat down. You knew what Calum wanted, and the feeling appears mutual at the moment. But this was all the alcohol fucking with your mind as well as Calums. Although you were intoxicated, you noticed how much Calum really did want this. There was a burning passion in his eyes that couldn’t be mistaken for anything less. 

“Hurry up, Calum!” You moaned, impatiently waiting as he pulled down his underwear to allow his hard dick to spring out. You practically drooled seeing how large Calum was. You knew already that you were gonna love this. Then, you see that Calum pulls out a condom from his pocket, and began to open it. He was more than prepared for this, as if he planned and expected this. Slipping the seemingly tight condom around his hard cock, he walked towards you and smashed his plump lips onto yours.

“Finally, fuck!” Calum moaned into your mouth. “I’ve been… wanting to, mmm… do this for a wh-while now…” He holds your waist tightly, positioning himself as you began to lick his bottom lip. You wanted so bad for entry that you began sucking on his lips seperately with your tongue. Moments later, he finally let you once the tip was in your pussy.

“Mmm, Calum!” You moaned as your tongue circled around his. He tasted of tequila and pizza. He suddenly slammed into you, having you let go of Calums lips to arc your head back. “Oh fuck, Calum! More, f-fuck!” Calum slowly, but efficiently, putting the entirety of him in you, making you moan in pleasure. “Fuck yes, Calum!” 

“You’re so fucking tight, Y/N, fuck!” Calum moaned, beginning to slowly thrust in and out of you. Your back kept hitting the wall softly, pure pleasure just swarming your body. Your arms then wrapped around Calums neck as he gradually started to thrust faster. “Fuck, Y/N, moan my name! Fuck, please!” He groaned in a very throaty voice. 

“Mm, Calum! Calum, faster, please!” You moaned, shutting your eyes as you faced up to look at the ceiling. The table was moving with you guys, causing sound from the floor and the wall. “Calum, let’s go upstairs! I need you to fuck me properly, now!”

“Anything for you, Princess,” Calum whispered in your ear. Carefully, his hands found their way to your ass, lifting you up from the wooden table. His dick was still inside you, still giving you a bit of pleasure. As he was taking you upstairs, though, his dick bounced inside with every step, causing you to moan his name and spit out a series of curses. “God, my name sounds so much fucking better in your voice!” He suddently attached his lips onto your neck as he went up the stairs.

“O-oh fuck!” You found yourself in unbelievable pleasure as every step up Calum took was a upward thrust in you. It wasn’t even intended as well! You felt Calum bite lightly on your neck, nibbling it. Most likely causing marks, but you didn’t care. You were in complete heaven. “C-Calum, I’m s-so close now… fuck!” Calum took this as a realization to do as much as possible. He stopped moving after he finally reached the top of the stairs. He pushed and leaned you against the wall, holding you up with his knee so he can use his other hand. Without expecting it, he yanked down the top of your dress to reveal you breasts. 

“These,” Calum said, his eyes wide and full of lust, “are fucking gorgeous.” Before you can even thank him, he latched his mouth on one of your gradually erecting nipples, making you moan. You couldn’t even take all the sensations. Calums large dick twitching inside you, the amazing throbbing of hickeys forming on your neck, and now the suckling of your pink buds. Calum switched nipples, leaving one hard and slobbered with his saliva. 

“C-Calum, th-the guest bedroom…” you groaned, gesturing to the door nearby. Calum hummed, making your body feel all sorts of pleasure that you didn’t know you could feel. But, to your request, Calum picked you up once more and took you into the guest bedroom. Calum pulled out, cursing in disappointment as he placed you on the bed. You were also upset by the emptiness, feeling cold and frustrated for Calums touch. But you watched as he began to strip, joining him. Now completely naked, you watched Calum come over to you with his exposed, built body. You couldn’t help but admire it, adoring every ab and tattoo ornate on his body. 

“Now,” Calum said, joining you on the bed as he hovered above you. He bit his bottom lip, scanning your naked and throbbing body. He knew you were aching for his touch again, making him desire you even more than he already did. “Shall we continue, babygirl?” Nodding vigorously, he slammed himself into you and finished the job. The both of you reached your highs just moments later. Calums name was the last thing you shouted that night before you knocked out.

You felt cold when you began waking up. Goosebumps were collecting on your arms, making you shudder a bit. Cracking your fingers, your eyes finally fluttered open. You were greeted by the sun, it’s bright light annoying you as well as the heat it produced. Yawning, you sat up and pulled off the blanket to reveal your naked body. What the fuck? You covered yourself again, in shock. Why the hell were you naked? You then heard a snore, causing you to slowly snap your neck to see the person you despised the most, as well in the nude. “C-Calum?!” You screamed, grabbing more blanket to cover you. But when you did, you revealed Calums morning wood. You looked away as Calum woke up from your shouting. 

“Y/N?” Calum groaned, hearing him yawn loudly. You tossed some blanket over his body so you could actually face him. The both of you then felt a headache shoot at your heads. “Why the fuck are you yelling? My head fucking hurts…”

“Because, Calum!” You started with your self-righteous voice. “I woke up, naked, right next to the person I fucking despise!” You were so mad at yourself. It was almost unbelievable. “Oh dear God, please tell me I fucked a cockroach instead of this disgrace…”

“I guess you can call me Calum the Cockroach, because we sorta fucked,” Calum said with a chuckled, making you sigh in frustrated. You felt even worse when you realized how weak your body was. It was sore and you felt your life beginning to end. “Y/N… you look upset…” Calum asked, his voice now quiet and serious. 

“How aren’t you upset?” You exclaim, looking at him with a glare. “You hate me and I hate you, Calum! And we had sex and now we’re here!” You hid your face in your hands, too embarrassed to even have Calum look at you. “I really have to stop drinking…” you mumbled. 

“Y/N, I… I don’t actually hate you…” Calum said in a low voice, making your ears perk up as you began to look at him in shock. “Like, at all. In fact, I’ve actually um…” Calum stopped and looking away, his face flushing.

“Spit it out, Calum,” you said anxiously. 

“I’ve actually fallen in love with you, Y/N!” Calum blurted out quickly. He gave you a sad smile as you looked at him with horror. “A-and I’ve been pretending to hate you all this time because you hated me but it was the only way I could really be around you. When Luke would tell me that he invited you, I would practically dash to the party just to see you. Because, Y/N, you’re actually really amazing.”

“Calum I–” you tried to start but Calum wanted to finish.

“No, Y/N, you have to understand! I really fucking like you, like a lot. You’re so beautiful, and your body is perfect, and I love the way you say my name and talk in general. I love how strong your alcohol tolerance is, and how much of a challenge you naturally are. I love how your eyes glow when you laugh, and oh, that laugh. Bless your laughter, Y/N! I just absolutely love everything about you, and I love you. As a whole.”

“S-so you’re telling me that I hate you…” you started, complete shock in your voice. “…and you love me?” Calum nodded, blushing. He then awkwardly scratched the back of his head.

“I was sorta hoping you didn’t hate me, but I haven’t given you plenty reason to like me,” Calum said with a small chuckle. “But, can you at least give me a chance at being your friend rather than your enemy?”

“I… okay,” you sighed, giving Calum a small smile. Calum quietly cheered, making you amused at his happiness. And honestly, you didn’t end up regretting giving Calum this chance. At all.

“Calum, oh my gosh, keep fucking tickling me and– ah!” You were having a fit of laughter as Calum tickled you. It’s been 5 months since Calum and you decided to become friends. Since then, you learned a lot about Calum and vice versa.

You learned that Calum is actually a big swetheart. He loves cuddling and eating ice cream. He’s really into music and even plays the bass. He’s played so many times as well as showed you his music book. He was a talented boy, and has even sang to you. And my my, was his voice angelic. 

“And what, Y/N?” Calum said as he resumed tickling your sides. “You aren’t even in any position to make any threats. You’re practically dying by my touch!” You were now crying, unable to breathe from the tickling. “Want me to stop?” You squealed, nodding as Calum finally let go.

“I hate you so much, Calum…” you said, catching your breath as you started to giggle a bit. Calum sighed, his face falling to a frown when you glanced at him. The both of you were lying on your bed in your house, the 9th hang out you’ve had within 3 days. 

“Do you still hate me, Y/N?” Calum asked sorrowly, looking away from you. You felt your heart beat go faster. Calum was still sensitive about the memory of when the both of you ‘hated’ each other. He still couldn’t joke about it yet. And the truth was that there was no more hate. Nothing at all. 

“I don’t hate you, Cal,” you whispered, turning your head at Calum. He turned to see you, a serious face painted. “In fact, I think I’ve um…” you stop, blushing. You felt your stomach flip over with butterflies all around. Confession wasn’t something you did often. But your feelings were killing you. 

“Y/N?” Calum asked wistfully, his chocolate eyes focused on you. 

“I think I’ve finally fallen for you,” you confess, sighing. “It’s crazy because I love you so much that I can’t believe I hated you. I love you and your face and the way you talk. I love your accent and how you sing– it’s perfect. I love your hands and how your callouses feel on my skin when we weave our fingers together. I love the way you look at me with adoration every time you do. I love how you listen to me every time I need someone to talk to. I love–” before you can continue rambling, Calum smashed his lips on yours. It took you back to months ago when you both had sex. Except this kiss was sober and real, full of passion and requianted feelings. 

“Finally,” Calum said when he detaches, sighing happily. “I fucking love you, Y/N. I’m so glad you don’t hate me.”

“I’m happy I don’t hate you, too,” you say, the both of you giggling together. “I love you, too, Calum.” And with that, you leaned again to kiss the boy that you never thought you’d ever love. And you’re so glad you love him. 

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The Long Dark - Part 3

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Characters: Thorin, Company, Reader, assorted dwarves.
Erebor after BOTFA (fix-it, Durins live AU).
Synopsis: As the rebuilding of Erebor begins, Thorin and his Company take on the new responsibilities their station demands, leaving you to find a place in the city on your own. Isolated and lacking the skills to make a living in a city of craftsmen, your situation seems hopeless. So while Dwalin and Bofur make unlikely fairy godmothers, you can’t afford to be choosy. And then the king gets involved, changing your life in ways that are as exciting as they are scary. (Incorporates “imagine helping with the clean-up of Erebor” from imaginexhobbit.)
Warnings: Eventually NSFW. Angst. Fluff. Slow burn of sorts. Excessive cluelessness on the part of the main couple.
Again, many thanks to my lovely beta, @oakenshieldgisborneandwinchester, who made this fit for public consumption. All remaining mistakes are mine alone.
Words: 5572

The next morning, you woke slowly from the most restful sleep you’d had in ages. Watery sunlight caressed your face, filtered through a bluish quartz dome at the center of the ceiling.

You stretched, inhaling the fresh scent of luxurious bed linens. The last wisps of a clinging dream slowly faded, leaving behind an idea. The dream had been confusing, but it left behind a vivid image of great greenhouses beneath the mountain, lit by mirrors and fed by a great array of water pipes. You found yourself eager to talk about it, find out whether it was feasible.

A quick inquiry to one of the guards revealed that most of the company were tied up with the ongoing negotiations or their regular tasks, so you decided that you would dig into your meagre funds and use the morning to buy a new dress. You couldn’t live in the royal wing and dress like a beggar, it wouldn’t reflect well on Thorin.

To your surprise, a dwarf you knew fleetingly from the kitchens delivered a lovely meal of porridge and canned fruit. You savored a leisurely breakfast and washed up, delighting in the scented soap and soft towels that you found waiting for you. You had just finished dressing when Kili knocked on your door, looking very chipper in a fur-lined coat over a maroon tunic edged with gold.

He beamed at you. “Good morning, Y/N!”

You smiled back. “Good morning! This is a surprise. Not that I’m not glad to see you.”

“I’m at your disposal today,” he announced, bouncing on his toes.

This was news to you. “How come? I thought you’d be busy with the negotiations like everybody else.”

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Genre: Fluff

Pairing: You x Yoongi

Synopsis: Yoongi is the delivery boy at his parents chicken place, and you order for one reason and one reason only. He’s hot.

Word Count: 3527

Originally posted by fyeahbangtaned

Darkness is what filled the night as Yoongi trudged out of his parents little take-out shop. The cold nipped at Yoongi’s nose as he made his way to the car his parents bought him for his eighteenth birthday. Yoongi clicked the key to the right on the handle of the old rusty red Honda Corolla, opened the car door with one hand while the warm food heated up the normally icy other one and placed the food in the passenger seat next to him. Taking a seat in the uncomfortable and lumpy lounge of the vehicle, he inserted the key and slightly twisted it to make the engine roar with life. “I’ll just make this one delivery, and then head to bed.” He mumbled mindlessly into thin air as his words were almost taken away by the wind.

You had never ordered takeout from this place before, but your friends insisted that the food was amazing; and that the delivery boy wasn’t too bad either. They had pressed constantly about getting food from this place, and refused to have food from any other place. Not knowing at all what the food was like, you ordered the simplest thing on the menu and laughed with your friends until it arrived. When it did, the three girls you called your best friends turned to you to open the door. Shaking your head at your friends childishness, you stood up from the floor and made your way to the front door.

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