this gave me way too much trouble

anonymous asked:

Keith's blog hit like, a serious soft spot??? He sounds so lonely and like??? I'm lonely too??? I used to feel really connected but the moment I changed I felt like I got thrown away. Keith's been thrown away for so long and he lost the one person who never gave up on him. That really hurt.

Anon I am so sorry to hear that. Feeling like you don’t belong in your own skin or like everything’s changing and there’s nothing to latch onto during the upheaval–it’s incredibly isolating, but I promise plenty of other people have been there too and you’re not alone. I’ve felt this way for a long while too, and I’m glad I ran into Voltron when I did because seeing someone I relate to as much as Keith means a lot to me. 

It’s strange to me when people say that they didn’t notice Keith’s had trouble with his emotions or that he’s always bottling things up and very passionate about everything. That he has abandonment issues and feels incredibly alone. That’s all stuff we’ve seen clearly in canon, he’s just sitting down and point blank saying it. But it’s always been there. And even though the other paladins are all going through a lot now, I think it’s important to remember Keith has carried this trauma with him for his entire life–He’s got this emotional side to him…I mean, he’s experienced loss in his life, in his childhood.

And it always kind of rubs me the wrong way when people try to say that anyone else but Shiro has somehow managed to alleviate that loneliness, because we see time and again this is just not the case. He straight up says everyone gave up on him except for Shiro. Not “Team Voltron,” just Shiro. When holo-Shiro tries to stop Keith and says “We’re your family,” Keith counters with the fact that Shiro is, but fails to mention anyone else. Later, the hologram threatens to leave–and in doing so, claims Keith will be all alone. And he believes it. Even if he still has the other paladins, that means nothing without Shiro. 

After his team promises they’re all there for him, Keith literally tried to talk to Shiro by speaking to empty space in Black lion rather than opening up and reaching out to the rest of his team when they’re all right there and willing to listen. That’s how much more Shiro means to him. During The Hunted, Keith throws himself headfirst into danger without ever stopping to consider the safety of his team because he already feels like he has nothing left to lose. And while he’ll do anything to save Shiro and always prioritize him over the mission, he never affords anyone else the same courtesy. He’s touch averse, but still readily latches onto Shiro. Shiro is the person he desperately wants to see

And you know, it really says something that of all things–he traces his trauma back to how his mom left him. And he does use the word “left,” does very much imply he was abandoned rather than just saying she was someone he never met or dead. Keith believes his mom had no reason to be there for him, that he somehow wasn’t good enough or worth staying for. He felt unwanted and unloved. And in the BOM, as soon as Kogane mentions his mom, you can see how much that means to him, how badly he wants to connect with her again

And yet, the most notable thing about his mom here is her oppressive absence from this scene. Even in his wildest dreams, his mind can’t conjure up a convincing enough projection to make him believe that his mom would ever come back for him. And when he’s given a last chance to reach out to her? To find out who he is? He walks away–from both his mom and dad. But he still chases after Shiro

Looking at the trial and everything else in the series, it’s pretty clear that the three most impressionable people in Keith’s life are his parents and Shiro. And yet, he doesn’t tell his dad how much he means to him when he gets the chance–doesn’t say anything like “My life would be a lot different without you.” He doesn’t beg for his dad to stay or come with him the way he does with Shiro. He doesn’t initiate any kind of physical contact with his dad. He hasn’t seen the guy in years, and he feels far too uncomfortable and alienated to even shake his hand or give him a hug. Yet he’ll hold onto Shiro like his very life depends on it. 

Shiro is literally the most important person in his life and his one anchor, the one who he “latches onto at times because he’s the only thing that can really calm him down and keep him in check.” He felt like everyone else had abandoned him and any semblance of home was completely shattered. But he was able to find a new home with Shiro. And after a lifetime of pushing people away so he doesn’t get hurt again, he’s found the one person who’s worth the risk. And that’s why Keith will do anything to save him 

Close as Strangers: Chapter 2

Close as Strangers: Chapter Two

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Word count: 4.7k

Genre: High School au, angst

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It was Wednesday and you were ready to go home. The final bell, finally, rang and you headed to your locker. You opened your locker and grabbed your backpack and the books you needed. You were stuffing your math book and notepad into your bag as Jungkook approached his locker. He was probably going to be coming home with you this afternoon. Since that’s what you both agreed on, Wednesdays and Saturdays.

You two had only really said, ‘hi’ to each other at your lockers this week. Plus, he hadn’t texted you since the whole Friends dvd thing. Not that you had been waiting.

“Hey, Y/N?” Jungkook asked.

You shut your locker and turned to him, “Yes?”

“We’re still on for after school, right?”

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Is That a Threat or a Promise

Hey guys! Now that I’m out of school, I’ll be able to write more. I hope you guys enjoy this little thing that I’ve been laughing about for the past two days (it’s really not funny) and just now got around to writing down. 

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Slytherin! Reader 

Requested: Nope 

Warnings: Swearing 


You couldn’t stand Draco Malfoy. That was just a fact of life for you. Both of you shot sarcastic/ flirty comments back and forth and tried to make the other angry. Sure you two were in the same house, but that didn’t make him less annoying. Despite the fact that he annoyed the piss out of you, you still watched him discreetly from across the common room because he was just so damn attractive. Tonight was no different. 

The blond stood in front of his two ‘friends’ Crabbe and Goyle going on and on about how Harry Potter was the bane of his existence causing you to look up from your book. You rolled your eyes, continuing to watch him scrunch up his face in disgust. A dry laugh escaped you and he turned to look at you, cold, grey eyes cutting into your own (E/C) ones. He raised an eyebrow at you. 

“Is something funny, (L/N)?” He asked, pointedly. You opened your book again. 

“Nothing at all,” You said, matching his tone. He snorted; you smirked to yourself because you knew that ignoring him pissed him off. 

“Is that so?” You glanced up from the words on the page. 

“Well, I was just beginning to wonder if you really hate Harry at all,” You said. He reeled back, a hand coming to rest on his chest in offence. Crabbe and Goyle gave you menacing looks. 

“Are you jealous, (L/N)?” He asked, recovering quickly. Closing your book gently, you leaned back into the couch serenely. 

“Of course not. I’d really hate to stand in the way of true love.” The blond glared angrily at you as you smiled calmly at him. Your calm was one of the best ways you’d ever found to get him going. His pale face was beginning to tint red in anger. 

“Please, you just don’t want to admit that you’re hopelessly in love with me. Who could blame you, really?” He jeered. Hopelessly in love wasn’t exactly the phrase you would use; it was closer to odd attraction. 

“Oh, yes, I’m so in love with the little boy who goes running to daddy whenever he doesn’t like something,” You laughed, crossing one leg over the other. Draco set his eyes into a steely glare that made you shiver internally. You just kept your gaze locked on his, unwilling to be the loser of the staredown. 

“Shut up,” He growled. You smirked as he glared harder. 

“Are you going to make me or will it be your little bodyguards?” You asked. The larger boys behind him cracked their knuckles at you. 

“Watch yourself, (L/N),” Draco warned. You stared at him, blinked once, then began to look yourself over. Twisting and turning in your seat, you attempted to look at all the parts of your body that you could. 

“That’s awfully hard; maybe you ought to do it for me,” You said, sassily. 

“And take time from my busy schedule to look after you?” He laughed, nastily. You rolled your eyes. 

“You don’t seem to have too much trouble watching me all the way through potions,” You fired back, looking back down at your book. A pale hand tore it away from you. 

“I’m just trying to make sure that you don’t blow us all up. You’re terrible at potions.” You gave him an unimpressed look, reaching for your book. 

“Shut up, Malfoy,” You grumbled, still reaching for your book. 

“Are you going to make me?” He asked, holding it above his head. 

“Yeah, I will.” You jumped for it, hitting the ground unsuccessful. 

“What? Are you going to kiss me?” He asked, curling his lips into a feline smile. You glared harshly at him. 

“If it shuts you up, I just might,” You warned, pressing your chest to his. That infuriating smile stayed in place. He obviously thought he was winning. 

“Is that a threat or a promise, (L/N)?” He asked. 

Without thinking, you grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him down to you, fusing your lips together. He only struggled for a second or so before his hands came to rest on your hips. In the meantime, your hands ran themselves through his hair. You nipped his bottom lip, letting your tongue dart out to sooth when Draco grunted. The two of you kissed for a minute or so before you pulled back, his lips chasing yours as you did. You smirked at him and took you book. 

“A promise,” You purred, walking towards the girls dorms and leaving him to blush and fish for his next argument. You’d definitely be doing that again. 

Belle x Reader #1

Prompt: Having had had a rather huge crush on Belle for a while now, you often visit the library just to see her.

Originally posted by despairingfever

You grabbed a dusty book off a random shelf, peering around to make sure you had not lost your sights on the beautiful brunette sitting on one of the only two tables in the small book room.

Indeed, Belle was still sitting there, right where she had been for the past few hours, eagerly engrossed in a, rather thick book.

You furrowed your brows and glanced down at the book in your hands. How did she do it? How could she stand sitting there for count less hours with a smile on her face?

You had tried, for several months now, to read and learn so you could have something to approach Belle about to no avail. Of course, Belle is extremely intelligent… s'why she’s such an odd ball of a lady around here…

You hadn’t noticed the brunette get up from the desk as you turned your book this way and that, trying to find a way to understand the mysterious language written in its pages.

You heard a soft giggle behind you and your turned around abruptly, your heart fluttering and beating against your chest as your eyes met amused chocolate ones.

“Oh- uh, hello, Madam Belle,” you greeted, waving awkwardly.

Bloody hell. That was embarrassing. Way to go, [Y/n].

Your blood froze and your brain short circuited when she smiled at you shyly. “Pardon me if it is not my place to ask but, do you need help with something?” She asked kindly.

You raised a brow, scratching the back of your head in a very un-ladylike way. “Oh- er, uh… um… why do you ask?”

Belle giggled and shook her head, her eyes dancing with mirth. Gods, she’s adorable.

She motioned toward the book in your hand, “You seem to be struggling with something involving your book,” she explained.

“Er, yeah. About that… I’ve been having a bit of a problem…” You lied, your cheeks glowing under her undivided attention.

Belle placed her book on top of the counter and moved closer to you, her brows furrowing in concern. “What’s wrong?”

“Uhhhh… I can’t read,” you blurted nervously.

Your cheeks flamed and you looked down at the carpeted floor, wishing the ground could swallow you whole.

“Oh! Don’t be ashamed! I could help you if you want,” she replied excitedly at once. Finally another adult to speak with who won’t see me as odd, she thought to herself.

You knew that she typically taught children to read, specifically young girls since they were the ones who were never allowed to go to school, but somehow the thought of spending so much time with Belle despite having had been wanting to approach her since forever now seemed terrifying.

Apparently you stayed silent for a bit too long.

Belle’s face fell at your prolonged quiteness. “It’s alright if you don’t want to,” she mumbled quietly, wringing her hands together uncharacteristically.

You felt your heart clench at the barely concealed disappointment in her tone.

“N- no!-”

“No?” Belle asked, her face falling even more.

“Ms.Belle that’s not what I meant. I meant ‘no’ is in 'no, I do want you to teach me’. Only if you’re up to it of course, I mean… I’d understand if you were too busy or- well, I am a woman. I might no be able to learn-”

“[Y/n]!” Belle gasped, sounding scandalized.

You looked at her in alarm. “Wha- I mean yes?”

“You can learn to read and write just as any man can!”

“Thank you, but really think it just might take too long-”

“Nonsense!” She said passionately. “You can learn easily if you just put your mind to it, and I’ll prove it to you! I’ll teach you, [Y/n]!” Belle grinned brightly, grabbing your hand and pulling you toward one of the tables before you could respond.

You gaped, surprised at the sudden turn of events and the fuzzy feeling that went through your arm at her touch and sat down wearily next to her.


You watched in rapt fascination as Belle recited every single word from the page without even pausing to study it.

You were leaning against the desk, your head in your hand which was propped up on your elbow. Your eyes glistened as you watched adoringly the way puffy pink lips moved over each syllable and your body shivered in response to her smooth voice.

You were just staring at her freckles, a light dusting on her cheeks and across the bridge of her nose when you felt her tapping your shoulder gently.

You shook yourself from your daze and looked at her apologetically. She merely shook her head in amusement and gave you a knowing smile before repeating her question.

“I said 'What letter is this?’” She pointed at a small phrase at the top of the page and looked up at you encouragingly. You blinked, and leaned over the book to look at the weird shape.

“Uh… is it a… a… 'c’?” You asked, feeling dumb.

Instead of answering Belle simply gave you a charming smile (it nearly made you collapse because it was so beautiful) and nodded, sliding her finger under the next letter.

“Er… is that a…,” you scrunched up your nose in concentration and Belle bit her lip, trying to mask the look of pure fondness that flickered across her face at your expression with indifference.

You stayed silent for a moment, not noticing her struggling to keep a straight face and looked up at her, nearly catching her off guard. “Is it an 'a’?”

This time Belle did answer, and her voice wavered slightly but she composed herself quickly. “I- uh… yes! That’s right, [Y/n]! See? I told you you could learn.”

You grinned proudly and went ahead to guess the next word. “Is this one a ’t’?”

“Yes! Now what’s the whole word?”

“C-A-T… is it… is it… 'cat’?” You wondered, squinting slightly.

The young woman smiled gleefully and pat your arm gently. “You’re doing wonderful.”


You shuffled your shoes lightly against the ground as you waited for Belle to finish locking up the library behind you. She’s so beautiful.

She slinked up next to you and, when she praised you once more, you turned away so that she wouldn’t see the blush rising up to your face.

You offered to walk her home as the streets were becoming darker with each passing moment and after all, it was really no bother to you at all.

She took your arm gratefully and the two of you walked down the cobblestone path down to her home in comfortable silence. She didn’t seen at all nervous to be seen walking so intimately with a woman and that gave you a small bout of hope to ask her out.

You stopped outside her small yard and turned to look down at her. She was already looking up at you and your cheeks glowed under her attention. So did hers but you didn’t notice as you dragged your eyes away from hers and looked at your hands.

“Madam Belle?” You asked quietly.

Belle hummed, studying the way you fiddled with your fingers anxiously.

“W-would it be too much trouble- er, that is to say… would you fancy going out with me some time for some pastries and a cup of tea? I know you don’t want money so, would you allow me to treat you to something in thanks for you teaching me to read?” You inquired, not meeting her eyes.

Belle bit her lip and felt her insides melt. She knew you were asking her out, she’d read more than enough romance books to know that you were making an advance on her but, strangely enough, she found herself not minding at all. You were being shy and adorable and polite and not forcing her to do anything she didn’t want to, not like someone else did. She found herself answering honestly before she could help it.

“I wouldn’t mind at all,” she responded softly, a hand tilting your chin gently to face her.

She placed a kiss on your cheek and turned rapidly, walking up the steps to her door as you stood there dumbfounded.

“[Y/n]?” She snapped her fingers as if she had forgotten something and you snapped up, “Yes, Madam Belle?”

“There’s no need for formalities. Just call me Belle.” She turned around and pushed her door open. You nodded lightly, sounding out her name under your breath.

“Goodnight, [Y/n],” called Belle, glad that you couldn’t see the tinge on her cheeks as she shut the door with a click.

“Goodnight!” You called, but she was gone.

You were glad she had gone inside because the next thing you did would have been far too embarrassing for her to witness. You whooped loudly, again in such an un lady-like manner, and did a slight jig, sending you uncharacteristically into a fit of uncontrollable giggles.

On the other side of the door Belle looked around her small home and, seeing she was alone, slid down and giggled into her hands, her fingers doing a poor job of preventing her lips from curling into a simper.


A/n: Here you go guys! The awaited first live action! Belle oneshot! @pleasemakeitgayer @dunkinhoenuts @thewinterscallison 💕

A/n/n: How was this? Yay or nay? I wasn’t sure how to approach this one shot and I hope I didn’t mess up on Belle’s personality too much. It was a bit complicated to write her as she’s not a character I’m completely used to writing about and more often than not I found myself backspacing from ‘Hermione’ 😂 If this isn’t too bad I just might give her a go and take more requests for her. Also this is the first love action!Belle x fem!reader oneshot (on ANY social platform 😱 that’s kinda cool) so I didn’t really have anything to look at or anything to read as an example or just to get a feel of this character so… ya know, sorry if it sucks. Please give me tips or correct me on anything I did wrong! That way if you want to see more of her I know how to write her correctly. Constructive criticism is very much welcome and very much needed, thank you all💖

DILF- Shawn Mendes

A/N: Hey guys! This is my first imagine on Tumblr. It is 2204 words. Not sure if that’s long or short. I really don’t know what to say 😂 Feel free to message me with any feedback and I hope you enjoy! 


“Daddy comes home today, baby,” I expressed to my almost year old daughter while I bounced her on my hip.

“Aren’t you so excited?” she only replied with cute giggles and two-teethed smiles.

One thing about Avery was she loved her dad more than anything in the world. Anything about him made her happy. She loved to FaceTime with him or just listen to one of his songs. There had been many occasions when she wouldn’t sleep, but I put on her father’s music and she was out like a light.

I looked at my baby, being captivated by her beauty. Sure she was still young, but I could see her looking like her father more and more every day. She had his curly brown hair, the kind that swooped across her forehead, and his beautiful light brown eyes. Avery had Shawn’s smile and his cute little nose. He always said she looked like me and “Thank God because you’re the cute one.” I didn’t agree with either of those statements. I was glad she looked like him. If I was missing him, I had a little mini him around to dull the longing I felt.

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A lover’s memory. (Jeff x Reader)

A/N: He. deserved. better. And this is surprisingly long.

Warnings: Use of alcohol.

Words: 1,693

Prompts: #42 “You make me feel like I’m not good enough.”, #51 “Those things you said yesterday… did you really mean them?”, #56 “I think I picked up your coffee by mistake.”, #221 “I love you. I’ve loved you since the moment I laid eyes on you and- Oh screw it!”

Originally posted by wkom

You still couldn’t believe how someone as nice and perfect as Jeff Atkins existed, sitting in your bedroom you were looking at some old pictures from you when the two of you had started dating, smiling at the memory of how you two meet.

You were at the coffee shop, talking with your best friend about a school project, you were worried because you were on the verge of failing the subject, and your parents had already threatened you with not letting you go out with your friends for the rest of the year, and you were flipping.

“C’mon y/n, you just have to study a little more, I know you can make it” your friend patted your shoulder, trying to sound encouraging.

“It’s not about how hard I study” you pouted “it’s just that I really suck at it”

“You don’t suck at anything” they frowned at you, grabbing your coffees from the counter and handing you one of them  “please, don’t give up”

“Too late, I’m giving u-”

“I’m sorry” a voice interrupted from behind you when you were walking out of the place “Uh, sorry to interrupt but I think I picked up your coffee by mistake.”

You looked at the boy in front of you, recognizing him almost immediately:

You had seen him before at school, he was pretty damn popular and you couldn’t deny he was awfully cute, he also had an amazing reputation, a good guy, you just couldn’t remember his name.

“Are you sure?” You frowned, looking at the cup in his hand.

“Yes, you’re y/n, right?” He showed you the cup, your name was on one of the sides.

“Yes I am” you looked at him a little bit surprised that he actually knew your name, you grabbed the coffee and smiled politely “thank you…”

“Jeff” He replied “My name’s Jeff”

“Thank you, Jeff” You nodded. 

You were about to turn around when he walked to you again “You know I heard you need help with certain subject and if you want… if it’s not too weird I could help you with it”

“Are you serious?” you raised your eyebrows “that’d be great, if is not much trouble of course”

“It is not, a friend helped me a while ago when I was doing not so well myself, so I know how to tutor someone in need” He chuckled “Can you give me your number, maybe? that way I can call you so we can agree time and place?”

“Sure” you smiled, you proceeded to give him your number and once that he gave you his, you left the coffee shop, your friend staring at you in a weird way.

“What?”

“You just gave your number to Jeff Atkins, one of the most popular guys at school?” they stared at you with shock “what the hell just happened?”

“I don’t know?” you chuckled “is not a big deal, he said he could help me, and you asked me not to give up, I’m just doing what you want”

“So you’re just doing it because I asked you?” they raised an eyebrow skeptically “really?”

“Really” you shrugged carelessly.


One month later you and Jeff were really close, you talked a lot in your study sessions and discovered that you were a great team. You got to a point where you knew everything about each other, and it was a matter of time before you realized how much you really like him. That happened exactly a month and a half after you met him.

“Hey, you” you jumped, taking him by surprise “How are you today?”

“Hi y/n” He smiled “Great, what about you?”

“I’m amazing” you smirked, “You know, I was wondering, what are your plans for tonight?”

“I have a date tonight,” He answered like it wasn’t a big deal “a girl from my English class, we’re going to the movies.”

“Oh” you felt your heart getting smaller in your chest, not sure of what to answer “that’s cool”

“I guess, though it’s weird you know, it’s the first time in a while I go out with a girl that is not you” He commented casually, looking at you “are you okay? you look like you wanna throw up”

“I-I’m good” you stuttered “just hungry.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah,” you said slowly, a strange feeling in the pit of your stomach “I should get going, I have class.”

“Okay” He frowned “see you later?”

“Don’t know” you mumbled, walking away as fast as you could.

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“Look, I know I said the voicemail was nice when you made it, but let me tell you I’d rather hear you in real life than you telling me how to not use a voicemail box,” It’s the fourth time Dean has called with not answer, the fourth time Dean has found himself talking with his phone in the hopes that the owner on the other line is somehow listening. 

It’s been too long and Dean doesn’t like it one bit. No communication from Cas in the slightest, something he hasn’t done since he found himself skinny dipping while filled with Leviathans. Something twisted in Dean’s stomach; this either meant Cas was in deep trouble or he had found Kelly. And since it was in fact not the latter given how that lovely altercation panned out, Dean is in no better mood today than he was when Mick disappeared and Sam and he stayed in the bunker.

“He’ll call when he can, Dean. You’re going to fill up his messages.”

“Well screw it that’ll teach him next time not to let the damn thing get so high,” Dean snapped, more than a little on edge as the ringer on the other end once again clicked to the now familiar message that was Castiel’s voicemail. “He hasn’t gone dark like this in a long time; not without telling us.”

“Do you think he’s in trouble?” Sam gave him a knowing look, one Dean would have scoffed at if this were normal circumstances, but screw it. 

“Yeah, Sam. I do, so if you could kindly quit the doe eyes and help me we’d be back on a much better road with him here instead of shot in the chest somewhere,” He was too serious now to have that sound like a joke. 

It sobered Sam up quickly. His brother’s worrying was way more than usual, and this time he wasn’t hiding how high strung he was about Cas not answering his phone. “Dean, you need rest. Take a seat and calm down. We’ll find him.”

The ringer clicked to voicemail again just as Sam finished his attempt at consoling Dean. It wasn’t enough. His voice cracked while he told Sam that “Fine and this life aren’t really friends are they?” He could feel his body shaking, an emotion he’s kept in check for a long time surfacing due to all these bad feelings just crashing into each other, a tsunami finally hitting the shore. “Something’s wrong.” He managed to speak evenly. 

“If the voicemail isn’t working, you know best how to get to him,” Sam prodded quietly, all the while the entire time he was speaking he moved slowly to take the phone out of Dean’s hand. It felt empty now. The voicemail box was full.

“… He’s okay, right, Sammy?” He hated how he probably looked right now, but screw the rest of it right now. Eileen almost died because Mick sounded a lot like Cas when they had first met, and that only brought Dean back to the fact that they’ve grown so far to have Cas just not be here right now, not when there was so much going on.

Sam sensed the fear under his older brother’s skin. It’s a feeling he knows Dean hasn’t acknowledged yet, the staying up late wondering where the other is and checking in at every moment possible in the hopes that there is news. He’s scared of losing someone he cares about, even if it will take him a bit to reach that conclusion himself. Sam grabbed Dean’s shoulders. “Get some rest and see if you can talk to him. It’s been a long day, Dean. You need it.” Without another word, he pulled his brother in for a bone crushing hug. 

Dean actually felt his eyes sting, but he refused to dive into his emotions. Not right now in front of Sam. He didn’t have the heart to tell Sam he’d already tried praying. He’d tried dreaming, screaming, praying, sigils, and phone calls. He’d tried everything.

Cas wasn’t answering. 

Dean returned the hug before going to his room to process the fact that his angel wasn’t answering anything.

Something was wrong.

The Contest-Part 15

To celebrate Supernatural’s 15th season, the producers have decided to hold a contest to cast an unknown in a recurring role as Sam’s rumored love interest.  They are doing open casting calls all over the country.  Your best friend Nikki wants to go and she drags you along.

A/N: My inspiration for Nikki is the one and only red, @oriona75.  So I am actually telling two stories here, Jared and Readers, and Sam and Gemini’s.  It flips back and forth, so try and keep up! :)

Characters: Jared Padalecki, Reader, Best friend Nikki(OC) Jensen Ackles, Misha Collins, Mark Sheppard, PA Emily (OC) Cliff, Other Supernatural cast and crew

Master List

Part 1 (all parts are linked)

I had tried calling Nikki several times, but she wasn’t picking up.  Jared and Jensen had both tried Misha, and he wasn’t picking up either.  

“What should we do?” Jared asked me.

“Nikki just texted me an address.” I commented, peering at my phone in the dim light of the bar.

“Misha just texted me one too.” Jensen said, looking at his phone.  He showed it to me.  It was the same address that Nikki had sent me.

I let out a groan of frustration.  “I guess we had better find a cab.  This had better all be a big, fucking joke.  They are probably both drunk off their asses. I swear, I am going to wring her neck!”

“What if they are serious?” Jensen asked, rubbing his hand across his face tiredly.  “Those two idiots deserve each other.”

“No…this is so not happening.” I snapped.

Jared threw some money on the table to settle our bill as we hurried out to find a cab.  “You know Y/N, they are consenting adults, so if they really want to do this we can”t stop them.”

I took a deep, calming breath before speaking.  “Jared Padalecki, there is only one person on this planet I am afraid of….one.  If I don’t stop this, she will come here, and destroy us all.”

Jared and Jensen both looked confused.  I smiled ruefully.  “You two think Nikki is a handful?  You haven’t met her mother.”

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I’m gonna be honest with you guys. In my opinion, Paulina’s probably one of the weakest recurring characters in this entire show. Even Dash got a focal episode in the form of Micro Management. Aside from Parental Bonding, which only depicts her as shallow and manipulative, any focus Paulina gets usually has her overshadowed or barely doing anything.

Honestly, no character really deserves that, but I was having trouble finding a way to make her character work without changing things too much. These last two episodes finally gave me an idea that I think could’ve been very interesting. So, this is going to be less of an analysis of Paulina as we know her and more of some ideas for the kind of character she could have been.

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Maas University: Part Two

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The sun started to disappear over the brick buildings of Maas University, painting the sky pink and gold; clouds stretched out for miles. Cassian’s heart felt heavy in his chest as he and Nesta crossed the parking lot, weaving past dozens of teenagers. He didn’t want to leave; he made himself put one foot in front of the other, making way to his jeep.

Leaning against the vehicle, Cassian eyed the sunset, the sky making the red finish on the jeep darker. Crossing his ankles, Cassian’s heart squeezed inside his chest as he leaned back, his elbow resting against the hood.

Waiting beside him, Nesta’s face was imperial and closed off, her blue grey eyes bright against the setting sun; eyelashes casting shadows onto her ivory skin. Taking her hand in his, he brought it to his lips before brushing her knuckles with his thumb. Shoulders relaxing almost imperceptibly, his wife looked at him. She didn’t want to leave either.

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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! 

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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!

-C

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

Alone.

Just the two of you.

Alone.

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.

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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.

But.

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.

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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.

Tomorrow.

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.

9:54

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?”

“Michael!”

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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 (:

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“I don’t see where’s the fire,” whined the brightly dressed man, as he was yanked and pushed into a car by Gotham’s most eligible part-time criminal.

John crossed his arms, huffing, as Bruce sat in the driver’s seat next to him, shutting the door with more force than probably necessarily. The billionaire knew that they should get going before someone caught them, but he wasn’t sure that driving was such a great idea for him to attempt in his state, and he definitely wasn’t about to let the man next to him do so.

He took a few deep breaths, trying to calm himself, with John still pouting like a petulant child.

“So. Were you actually trying to get yourself killed?” asked the undercover vigilante, growl barely concealed under a tone of fake calmness.

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Hush Hush: The Sequel and the End. (Part 2/2.)

*Trigger Warning Beware*

Staying silent wasn’t really all that hard for Lance. It didn’t become as much of an issue as the back of his mind had suggested it would be when he’d first made the decision to have his vocal chords removed.

Then again, even if Lance WANTED to speak, he wouldn’t have been able to.

At the moment, the blue paladin sort of wished he made himself blind too.

Lance didn’t want to see the expressions that his friends were making at him.

Fear.
Unabashed shock.
Certainly anger in there too.
Keith looked nearly sick.

Unanimously,they looked scared.
Painful dismay. Horror was a good word.

Lance stared at his lap now, feeling like a child being scolded for stealing something.

On a much grander scale of course.

“You…” Hunk started, but found that (pun unintended) he couldn’t get his voice to work.

Pidge looked near tears, standing close to Shiro, who wore the most shocked expression of all.

Coran and Allura didn’t seem to understand, why would the human do something like that to himself?

Allura had thought it an awful prank at first, but when Coran checked the blue paladin over, the results were positive.

Lance had removed his vocal chords.

It was Keith who blew up on him first, and Lance couldn’t blame him in the slightest.

The red paladin had read the note and slapped Lance, which he assumed he also deserved.

Then he had gone and gotten the others, and the running and shouting towards the room Lance was in had his anxiety through the roof.

He didn’t like the sounds of footsteps.

“Y…You…” Keith started, all eyes except for Lances going to him. “Y-YOU DUMBASS!”

He shoved the nearest chair over just for something to hit, the mullet haired boys face already getting red.

“HOW COULD YOU BE SO STUPID?! You— I can’t believe–” Shiro cut in by grabbing the younger Paladins shoulder and holding him still.

“Stop.” The leader commanded.

Keith swallowed hard and looked ready to protest, glanced at Lance, then decided to stay quiet.

Shiro sighed, turning back to the mute boy. He handed Lance the note paper from earlier, with its disturbing message still there.

“Why did you do it?” Shiros voice came out as a whisper, and a few of the other team members swallowed.

The only thing Lance did as he took the piece of paper from Shiro, was void his expression of anything at all.

He had made the right decision, this was for the better of the team, and nothing was going to change his mind.

‘Like I said. I didn’t want to annoy you guys anymore, cost us any missions cause Zarkon can hear me, harm any innocent races.’

Everyone read over Shiros shoulder, and a collective intake of breath followed.

Hunks expression dropped further, “Lance, we didn’t mean—”

“We’re sorry you heard that. It wasn’t right of us to say and it is in no way acceptable. But was it really worth taking your voice?” Allura said, her tone soft and decisive, afraid to say the wrong thing.

Lance shook his head, running his throat along the scar. Requesting the paper back, he kept writing.

‘It’s alright you guys. It was my choice. And it was the right choice at that.’

Lance paused when Shiro went to grab it, then shook his head and kept writing.

'All I’ve ever been told throughout my life is I’m too loud, I talk to much. Sometimes I say the wrong things, sometimes my voice gets me in trouble. Just to be funny or get a reaction I ail say things that maybe I shouldn’t. My voice has always been another reason why I’m so in the way. Doing this, solves one of everyone’s problems.’

Lance paused again, tapping his foot anxiously. He skipped a line and wrote:

'Me.’

He hated the way his hand shook as he gave the paper back to Shiro. Why was he shaking?

No regrets, right?

This was good for everyone so why was he upset? Why were THEY upset?

His mind became dull and clouded as they all started talking to him. Lance heard the same routine things.

It wasn’t that way.
He was too stubborn to see the truth.
It would have been so much better if he’d listened. Lance wouldn’t have had to do such a horrible thing to himself.

But Lance didn’t want to hear any of it.

He had only done this for THEM.

The blue paladin want to hear Pidge crying, or the footsteps and light hushes as Hunk led her away to calm her down.

He didn’t want to hear Coran trying to get everyone to calm down. Lance didn’t want to hear Allura and Shiro arguing about who had been the bad leader and let this happen.

Lance didn’t want to hear Keith’s silence.

He looked up slowly and saw the red paladin looking back, such a sad look in his eyes. Words on his lips but he wouldn’t speak them.

Lance couldn’t find it in him to write to Keith, tell him to tell Lance what was going on his head.

The worst part, Lance wanted to SAY those things to the other boy.

He never would.

As the night came to an end, everyone eventually went to bed. This would be discussed when everyone had calmed down, rested a little.

There was still a universe to save an there was still people and aliens alike to protect.

Voice or no voice.

But Lance had discovered his flaw.
His ambition turned to tragedy when all he wanted to do was fix a problem.

Lance had tried to fix himself.

Why had he done that?

Every time he had tried to change himself to please others things like this happened.

So he made a second decision.

That night, everyone in their beds, Lance made his way to the bathroom on board the ship.

He had stolen his fork from dinner and was sharpening it gains this bed for hits after the group ha dispersed.

Lance would undo what he had done wrong hopefully forever.

Now they wouldn’t have to see the fuck up paladin, renewed the stupid thing he had done.

So Lance stood in the mirror.

This was the real good thing.
His absence.

Then there would be no more troubles, within a few months or a year his departure would be out of mind.

Therefore, Lance rested to end of the sharpened fork to the pale white scar across his throat.

Hush little baby, don’t you cry.

Lance didn’t notice he was crying until now. The tears were slow and warm.

The fork pricked his throat, and from there Lance felt his story ending. With the red that dripped to the tiles, a nice shade of black fell over his eyes.

Hush little baby don’t you cry,
everything’s gonna be alright.

Hush Hush.

You Abandoned Me-Part Four (Steve Rogers x Reader)

(A/N: There will be more parts coming soon)

Summary: Now that the team is back together, things need to be resolved. (Y/N) is stubborn and won’t cooperate making her the problem that everyone has to deal with.

Characters: Steve Rogers x Reader, Tony Stark x Reader (platonic), Avengers x Reader (platonic)

Meanings: (Y/N)= Your name

Warnings: Sad, arguing, shouting, angst


There we all were, gathered around a table in a conference room. No one had said anything yet though there was a thick file placed in the middle of the table. Where had I seen this scenario before?

“So we’re all agreed?” Natasha decided to speak.

The others nodded their heads or mumbled a ‘yes’. The file was the agreement papers about the Avengers. The government had made some compromises to ensure that the others wouldn’t be fugtives. I didn’t know the full story as I had nothing to do with it, left in the dark again, as per usual.

“Right, now to the actual important stuff.” she grabbed the file, dumping it behind her in the floor.

“We need to resolve all arguments between everyone. I know that it will be hard to do but if we’re going to protect the people on this earth, we need to get along.” Clint added.

“Anyone want to go first?”

“Well it’s pretty clear who has the biggest problem.” Sam pointed out, his gaze going to me and Steve.

Neither of us dared to look at each other. He was sat on the other side of the table, luckily not directly in front of me, with Bucky by his side who looked like he wanted the ground to open up and swallow him whole. Not a word was said until Natasha spoke again.

“I think that’s a more private matter.”

“But how will we know if they sort it out? I’m not doing this out of spite, we all want you two to make up.” Sam said.

I remained silent.

“It’s more of a private matter.” Steve mumbled.

“Then we’ll leave you to it.” Tony decided, standing from his seat as everyone followed him out of the room.

“You gonna be ok?” Steve asked Bucky who just nodded.

I watched him closely as he walked out. His eyes met mine for a second before he was out of the room. I looked back down at my hands, not wanting to say anything. I wasn’t even sure what I was supposed to say. A part of me just wanted all of this to be over, another part wanted to confront him.

“(Y/N), please look at me.” Steve softly asked.

Somehow, I had the courage to start talking.“Every night for the past month, I wished that this was all just a dream, that I would wake up and see you sleeping beside me. I wanted the team to be together, I wanted to walk into the kitchen knowing that they would all be sat around the table, bickering over breakfast. It was the simple things I wished for. Was I asking for too much?”

“No, you weren’t.”

My head was in my hands so I only heard him getting out of his seat. I thought he was leaving again until I felt a hand on my back and his hands taking mine. My vision was blurry from the tears but I could still see the sadness on his face.

“You have every right to be angry at me. I wasn’t thinking straight that night I left and I’m not going to make excuses. You have no idea how much I missed you, I was hoping that when I sent that phone over, you or Tony would call.”

“I can’t believe he didn’t tell me. Rhodey too.”

“Don’t blame them, they probably thought it was for the best.”

“They saw how broken I was. They comforted me and I looked after them. All of those times I helped Rhodey in physiotherapy and he knew about it all. Steve, I’ve lost sleep over this, I’ve lost weight, I’ve lost friends!”

“(Y/N), please, I’m sorry. If I could take it all back I would.”

I stared at him for a little longer.“How do I know you won’t leave me? If Bucky is staying here, won’t you want to spend all of your time with him?”

“Of course I want to spend time with him, he’s only just remembered me. He needs help adjusting just like I did. But I can promise you that you will not be left behind again.”

“You better keep that promise then.”

The next few days were a little awkward. Everyone was trying their hardest to get along, it just seemed strange to go back to the way it used to be, especially after such a big fight. Although Steve and I weren’t all over each other like we used to be, we were still claiming that we we’re back together. He had asked if we could stay at the tower just to make sure Bucky was going to be ok. Although I was against it I didn’t tell him that. We stayed in our room, sleeping side by side…well for most nights anyway.

Steve had requested that Bucky be put on the same floor as us. However, he had nightmares almost every night, I was surprised the whole tower wasn’t awoken by him screams. I felt bad for getting angry with him, he had been captured by HYDRA, had a metal arm and was brainwashed into killing people. Steve also had nightmares about the war and some more recent missions. I supposed it had something to do with my hatred towards him that I found him so intolerable.

I thought for one night I might be able to get some sleep. It was quite late and there had been no screams so far. But I was very wrong. They startled me awake, jolting in Steve’s arms. For once he wasn’t woken up. I watched him for a few seconds and he still wouldn’t open his eyes. Sighing as another wave of pained screams echoed through the halls, I slipped out of Steve’s embrace. There was once last cry before it was silent. I found myself knocking on Bucky’s door, wondering whether this was really a good idea.

“Bucky?” I called out before entering.

As I opened the door I saw him sat up in bed, his breathing fast as he held his head in his hands. I had spoken to him once since he arrived and that was only to ask him to grab me something from a cupboard. He lifted his head to look at me, confusion etched all over.

“(Y/N), w-what are you doing here? I woke you again, didn’t I?” he sighed now looking ashamed.

“Yeah but it’s ok. Steve wasn’t waking up so I decided to come and see if you were ok.” I sat beside him.

His metal arm reflected in the light from the bedside table.“I know you don’t want to be here. You can go.”

“Well I’m here now, no point leaving.”

He didn’t say anything back.

“You know, you don’t have to be scared anymore. Of course it’s going to be hard but people are here to support you.”

“Are you one of those people?”

“Sometimes.”

“Sometimes?”

“I’m not going to lie Bucky, you know that I don’t like you much.”

“Is this about Steve? When he told me he left you, I gave him a hard time about it. He had talked about you so much, it was clear to see he was happy.”

I was taken back by how much he had said to me.“I…did he really? He used to go on about you all the time too.”

He gave me a small smile before looking back down at his thighs.

“Do you think you’ll be alright now?”

He mumbled a 'yes’.

“Well you know where we are if you need us.”

I went to open the door until he called out to me.

“I’m sorry for all the trouble I caused, it’s just the way I am.”

Undeniable Heat Chapter 22: Asking For Help

Jensen Ackles X Reader

1200 Words

Story Summary: You’ve just gotten a job as one of the makeup artists on the set of Supernatural. Nervous on the first day, you become completely awkward, winning the affection of the divorced Jensen Ackles. You try to fight your desire for him, but he thwarts you at every turn. Will you be able you separate work and play, or will you let Jensen win?

Catch Up Here: Masterpost

Jensen’s P.O.V.

I could only stare at the cop, disbelief evident on my face. I tried to wrap my brain around what I had just heard. “What did you just say?” I asked, staring at the nervous cop who was shuffling his feet.

“He overtook our cops, leaving them bloody and unconscious on the road. He explained. "I’m awfully sorry, and we have more policemen out scouring for him right now.”

“He almost killed her! And now he’s missing!” I yelled, wanting nothing more than to slam my fist into something. This couldn’t be happening.

“Sir, I understand that you must be worried, and frustrated. But we need you to stay calm. We have a couple of officers that are going to take turns guarding Miss Y/L/N’s room. He will be found, I promise you that.” He insisted.

“He better be. Because if anything happens to her, I will…” I said, but didn’t finish my sentence. I didn’t want to be threatening officers, but I was beyond frustrated.

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White Widow - Part 8

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4 | PART 5 | PART 6 | PART 7 | PART 8 | PART 9 (Smut)| PART 10 (Final)

Character Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Summary: When the reader loses her fiance to Hydra, she is sent to the Avengers compound for her protection. Forced to share the guest house with the famous assassin, the Winter Soldier, she must learn to cope with her loss and her new roommate. All this, while trying to solve the mystery of why Hydra is now hunting her.

A/N: Descriptions of wounds and injuries. I also finished this last night and it’s looking like it will be 10 parts.

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I watched as Bucky took down all the Hydra agents springing forward. They didn’t even have a fighting chance. Beneath his war paint, rage burned into his deep blue eyes. He showed no mercy; shooting, stabbing, and punching every agent who dared throw themself in his path.

I cried out again as another shock wave hit me. I pressed my eyes shut, trying to ride out the wave of pain.

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punderoos  asked:

Congrats, love!❤🕷 How about a cute fic that's Peter Parker x Reader with the Spider-Man kiss!💋

thank you!!

“I don’t think it’s very safe for you to be out here this late.”

You glanced above you to see Spider-Man hanging off the top of swing set bar, illuminated by the moonlight.  You sighed, and pushed your swing a little with your feet.

“If you’d like, I could walk you home,” The masked hero offered, swinging down and landing in front of you.

“Don’t act like safety is such a huge issue for you,” You shook your head. “You may not think it’s safe for me to be in a park alone at night, but I don’t think it’s safe for you to run around cornering bad guys, Peter.”

You looked up to see the costume clad body of your boyfriend tense up.

“I’m sorry, who?” He asked, trying to sound casual. “I think you may have me–”

“Don’t bullshit me, please,” You glared at him. “You’ve already been lying to me for months. For once, could you please just tell me the truth?”

Peter sighed, and resignedly took a seat on the swing next to you. “How…how long have you known?”

“Remember when you left academic decathlon early the other day?  And you snuck into the marching band instrument room to change into your costume?”

“Yeah, but how do you know that?”

“Because I’m in marching band, you idiot, and I was practicing in the room next door!” You laughed without humour and looked at your boyfriend. “If you want to keep this whole spider thing a secret, you have to get better at being inconspicuous.”

“I–” Peter hung his head. “I don’t really know what to say.”

“Maybe try ‘Gee, Y/N, my loving girlfriend of six months and best friend of sixteen years, I sure am sorry I didn’t tell you I’ve had super powers for the past year!  It must have slipped my mind!’” You snorted and scuffed your feet into the sawdust below you. “‘I know I’ve been ignoring you a lot lately, but hear me out!  It’s just because I don’t trust you with this huge secret!’”

“That’s not why I didn’t tell you,” Peter shook his head. “I-I didn’t want to worry you.  If you knew that people tried to kill me every night, I knew that you’d freak out.”

“Of course I’d freak out!” You stared at your boyfriend incredulously. “Peter, I love you.  You’re my best friend in the entire world.  I want you to feel like you can tell me anything.”

“But I was trying–”

“If you say you were trying to keep me safe, I swear to God, I will slap that mask right off your face.” You tightened your jaw and looked up at the starry sky. “You didn’t think that distancing yourself and ignoring me was hurting me at all?”

“I just wanted to save you the trouble.” Peter’s voice was small. “I thought that…if you knew this about me, you would…I didn’t want to…” Peter took a deep breath. “I know you’re out of my league, and I thought–I thought this might be the last straw.  That you would realize that I’m more trouble than I’m worth.” The teen got up from the swing set and shrugged. “I’ll just…I’ll go now.  I understand if this was it for you.”

“Peter.” You watched as Peter walked to the playground, climbing up on the structure and raise an arm, about to shoot a web. 

“Peter.” You repeated, standing up and following him.  

The teen turned around and watched as you approached the playground, choosing the balance beam bars and swinging your legs over them, just like you did as a kid.

“Sit with me?”

Peter sighed, but still complied to your request, making his way to the balance beams.  He easily hoisted himself up, copying your pose of one leg over each beam.

“I love you.” You reached a hand out and laid it on his mask covered cheek. “I’ve loved you since we were in diapers, and no matter what, I’ll love you until we’re in diapers again.” Peter gave a small laugh, making you smile. “I’m not out of your league, because there’s no such thing, okay?  I was made for you.  You were made for me.  You’re not too much trouble, and as long as you’ll have me, I’ll be here.”

“I’ll always have you,” Peter replied quietly, letting out a sniffle. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, but I am so in love with you.  Like, stupidly, idiotically, in love with you.  I’ll never not want you.”

You smiled softly, retracting your hand from his cheek and leaning forward to pull up his mask.  In the process, however, you lost your balance, and slipped off the balance beam.

Your back didn’t meet the packed down sawdust like you expected.  Instead, your fall had been cushioned by a web that had been quickly shot between the two beams.

“I got you,” Peter said quietly. 

You knew he was referring to a lot more than just catching you in that moment.  You sat up as he swung down, keeping his legs locked tight and grabbing the bar with his hands so he was hanging upside down.

“I know you do, baby,” You smiled, gently tugging down his mask to his nose.  Peter smiled softly, and you leaned in and pressed a kiss to his pink lips.

ReBoot Season One Sentence Starters (Part Seven):
  • "You always were such an exciting date."
  • "I don't keep you around for your brains now do I?"
  • "Well if you're not the warrior, who is?"
  • "Hey, get out of there! We've got work to do!"
  • "Times like this I feel extremely close to you."
  • "C'mon boss, I have a headache!"
  • "I don't want to be smart later, I want to be smart now."
  • "You always were good at ruining a party."
  • "You've got to trust me to finish the job."
  • "Don't mind me, just taking the lead."
  • "Don't you just hate me?"
  • "I'm not supposed to let anyone—I mean ANYONE—in here."
  • "Hey, she touched me!"
  • "I wouldn't want to scare any of those fish away!"
  • "I better do something before someone gets hurt."
  • "What I want is for you to let me go before I make more trouble for you than I'm worth."
  • "Oh sure, it just has to breathe fire too."
  • "Remember that speech you gave me about keeping your promises?"
  • "I haven't had this much fun in minutes!"
  • "Rule number two: I double cross whomever I please."
  • "Do you always lie to me?"
  • "Oh sure, that solved all our problems last time."
  • "It's a dirty job, but someone's gotta do it."
  • "You must ponder my words."
  • "You not feeling well?"
  • "That was easy, huh?"
  • "You can stay with us on one condition: stay out of our way, okay?"
  • "And now they're going into business together?"
  • "You really should lie down, you look terrible!"
  • "Oh yeah. We're done for."
  • "It is said that broken friendship is best mended by tragedy or apology."
  • "I like the red one, not the blue."
  • "We've a live one on our hands!"
  • "This is not in my job description."
  • "What are you waiting for? Enter now for your chance to win!"

anonymous asked:

WHO HAS A MIGHTY NEED FOR TITUS??? THIS NONNIE DOES. If it ain't too much trouble, could I request NSFW headcanons + domestic headcanons with Drautos? Pretty please with whipped "cream" on top ;)

I tossed this at @sonsoflucis in discord last night, and she gave me some of her best Domestic Drautos. Most of these are hers, with mine interspersed in there either expanding on hers or their own original thing. Thanks so much to her for sharing that good Tingus ;3; It’s SFW and NSFW mixed in any old way. It’s mostly domestic HCs now that I look at them… but I’m not sure I’ve got enough of a handle on Drautos’s NSFW HCs yet on their own anyway, I’ve never been very good at general HCs. Hope you enjoy anon.

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  • Hates laundry, will not fold and put his clothes away without being chastised. Will live out of his laundry hamper if you allow him to.
  • Loves showering with you, but can never understand why it takes you so much longer than it takes him, even as he’s watching you do your haircare routine.
  • Showering with him sometimes leads to sex, but he really enjoys massaging you and helping you lather up. A few squeezes here and there, but he also likes holding you for a moment, water pouring down his back.
  • Uses your products in the shower because they smell nice, no shame.
  • This fucker is disgusted by hair in the shower drain. Why the fuck do you shed. why is it a clump. How quickly can that shit get away from him.
  • He prefers gardening to yard work, but he does the yard work anyway out of a need to prove himself. It’s what he thinks men are supposed to do.
  • Doesn’t cook much, but makes a mean grilled cheese sandwich and gets super excited about them. You are SO sick of grilled cheese sandwiches, but look at how happy he is???
  • Enjoys grilling/bbq, but the thing he enjoys most about it is prepping the meat with you.

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