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a-sisi-universe  asked:

i love your blog, could you do a drabble in which draco is really obviously flirting and harry is super oblivious, and the draco gives up and kisses him? thanks in advance!!

((I hope you don’t mind, I combined your prompt with one very vague anon prompt…also, I accidentally wrote 1.2k instead of a tiny drabble so I figured you may forgive me.))


“You don’t understand!  After the end of the year, I don’t really see us being around each other much.  I feel like I’m running out of time.  If I don’t do something soon, I’ll lose my chance with him forever!” Draco said.

“Poor thing, can’t imagine what it’s like to lose your chance with a crush, forever, only to be stuck in a toilet, forever…” Myrtle sobbed.

Draco was very used to navigating the ghost’s moodswings, “Of course you can. That’s why you are so important to me.  I didn’t go to any of my other friends, did I?  And I didn’t start talking about myself until after I fixed the lock on your favorite stall?”

Myrtle sniffled. “I guess.  But maybe he just doesn’t like boys.”

“I asked Weasely if he did,” Draco said, “and it wasn’t a pleasant conversation. I only asked if Harry liked boys and he started shouting at me. ‘He can like whoever he wants. You got a problem with that?’ Then he stood up like he was ready to fight me.”

Myrtle almost laughed, “Well, if he turns you down, just remind him that he can come see me any time he likes.”


Harry was his potions partner, his roommate since the eighth year rooming assignments were posted, even his friend.  But Draco wanted more.  He had always wanted more.  Draco had admitted that to himself almost at the beginning of the school year.  Harry never exactly turned him down, either.  That just made everything maddening.

He invited Harry to Hogsmeade the month before.  When Harry accepted, Draco was over the moon.  He came crashing back down to Earth when he grabbed Harry’s hand.  Harry had just stopped walking and looked at Draco.

“What?” Harry asked, pulling his hand out of Draco’s.

Draco panicked, “I, er, do you mind if we stop in to the quidditch supply shop? I need some polish.”

“Well, yeah.  I thought that was what we were here for,” Harry said.  

“I guess I thought we were multitasking,” Draco said.


A week later, in Potions, Harry was leaning over the cauldron to see if it smelled like burnt cinnamon yet as the assignment indicated.  His hair had gotten longer than Draco had ever seen it and he just couldn’t keep his hands to himself.  He reached over and ran his fingers through the thick, black tangle of hair, tucking it behind Harry’s ear.

“I wasn’t going to get my hair in the potion,” Harry said. “It’s not that long.”

Draco let out a deep sigh. “I know.”  He made himself look away from Harry only to make eye contact with Weasley who promptly made an I’m-watching-you gesture.


The following weekend, someone asked the house elves to bring cappuccinos and lattes up “as study aides, obviously” and Draco tried to care about the cappuccino in front of him, but he couldn’t stop watching Harry.  He almost choked on air as he watched Harry run his tongue along the rim of his mug, licking the chocolate from the edges of his cafe mocha.  

Draco couldn’t keep his eyes off Harry’s lips.  Draco reached up and brushed his thumb over Harry’s bottom lip.

Harry pulled away. “Do I have chocolate on me?” Harry asked, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

Completely crestfallen, Draco just shook his head. “You’re good.”  Before he went back to his Transfiguration essay, he caught eye contact with Weasley who was trying very hard not to laugh.


Earlier this week, Draco walked into their room to catch Harry dancing quite ridiculously to some muggle love song.  Harry blushed beautifully, and Draco grabbed his hands and danced with him.  By the end of the song, they were a bit closer than just hand-in-hand and both laughing.

“Why can’t all of my friends be so forgiving when I’m caught doing something silly?” Harry asked. “Hermione danced with me, but Ron never would.“ 

“I wouldn’t say ‘never,’” Weasley said from the doorway.

“Glad I could keep your dignity intact.  I only came in, for, er,” Draco looked around, “this,” he said, grabbing an ink bottle off his desk.  Weasley stared him down as he left the room.


Tonight, they sat in the common room celebrating the end of the first round of exams.  Draco couldn’t keep his eyes off Harry.  He laughed at Harry’s jokes, gave him a friendly shove when those jokes were at Draco’s expense.  Draco melted every time Harry’s leg bumped his own.  He intentionally moved a little closer when he thought it would make Harry’s shoulder brush his own. Then a conversation started taking over the group as a whole.

“I think a first kiss should always be discussed,” Pansy said. “It’s too presumptuous to assume an eye flutter and a smile would mean it’s okay to kiss.”

“It’s just because you’re a massive flirt,” Blaise said.

“Pots and kettles,” Hermione said. “I don’t know, I think it’s important to get consent, but implied consent between two people, depending on the people and the situation, could be okay.”

“I guess that tells you where I stand,” Weasley added. “How ‘bout you Harry? Negotiate kissing or surprise kissing?“ 

Harry shifted in his seat, "I don’t know.  It’s kind of hard to imagine anyone really wanting to kiss me.  Especially now, I mean, I don’t even know any other guys who prefer guys.”

Weasley stared at Draco before looking back at Harry, “Question still stands.  If one of us,” he said, waving a hand at the men in the group, “decided we fancied you.  Would you insist we asked permission?”

Draco’s head was going fuzzy.  Maybe he needed to remind himself to breathe.

“You trying to admit something there, Ron?” Harry laughed.

“Answer the question, dude,” Weasley said.  More than a couple people were looking at him like he’d sprouted a second face.

Harry threw his hands up in defeat, “What is the deal? Why are you getting so worked up over this? No. No. No I’m not opposed to surprise kisses! No, kiss consent isn’t something I insist on. No.  Okay. No-”

Before he realized he was moving, Draco had Harry’s face in his hands and his lips on Harry’s.  

“Thank fuck!” Weasley shouted.

Draco kissed Harry roughly, months of oblivious rejections be damned. When he felt Harry’s hands on him, he worried for the briefest moment that Harry would push him away.  It didn’t happen.  Harry’s arms circled his waist, pulling him closer as he kissed Draco back.  And, oh sweet Merlin, he moaned against Draco’s lips.  

Draco pulled away enough to ask, “How the bloody hell did you not know I like men?!”

Harry laughed, “Too much to hope for, I guess.”

Weasley, one of the few who hadn’t left while they were practically devouring each other, said, “He’s only been throwing himself at you for years, mate. And, Malfoy, I’d say it’s about bloody time you made a move but in your defense, you’ve been putting moves on him all year.”

Harry started to say something, but Draco cut him off with a kiss.

“Want to go discuss this, privately?” Draco asked.

Harry nodded. “Please.”

TIP for New SBs

DON’T FOLLOW THEM TO THEIR HOTEL ROOMS!

I feel like I shouldn’t have to even say this because this is the biggest red flag in the history of mankind. Guys will make stupid excuses to have you follow them to their hotel room and it appears to be perfectly harmless.

He forgot something in his room. He needs to pick something up. He needs to drop something off. He needs to check on something. 

Great, you seem to be on the growing stages of dementia, but do whatever you need to do in your hotel room and I’ll wait here outside for you.

If for whatever reason, your POT date ends up going to his hotel room, just insist on waiting outside or in the lobby. How long is it going to take him to get something, or check something. Maybe he’ll say that he doesn’t feel safe leaving you by yourself, or doesn’t want to leave you on your own. Tell him you’ll feel much more comfortable waiting in the lobby for him. Obviously if he keeps on insisting that you follow him to his room because he wants to “show you something” just say no! If he really wanted to show you something, then he can bring it outside. How fucking big is this “thing” that he can’t bring it out of the room himself and how the fuck did he get it in there in the first place.

I’ve heard so many excuses and stupid lines from men to get me to go somewhere “private” with them. If you want to go somewhere private to speak, do so in the corner of an empty(ish) bar or lounge. It’s still private but at least you’re in the public eye. 

Another example is if he says that he has some emails he needs to send for work, but that you can hang out in the room and watch TV or order room service until he’s done. Just don’t. Say you’ll go shopping or run an errand of your own, until he’s done sending his emails. 

Lots of stories where girls somehow end up in hotel rooms and fed lies from men with other hidden agendas. Don’t be naive because in our young age, this is our greatest weakness. We haven’t been exposed to how bad it can really get in the real world and so we don’t think a simple “Hey, I forgot something in my room. Want to come with?” is all that suspicious. But these are men almost twice your age, and are a part of the sugar world usually for a specific reason. Whether good or bad.

Girls, seriously, be safe and know that the kind of things that happen on the news will happen to you too if you aren’t smart.

♥  A.M.

BTS Relationship Analysis:

Rap Monster-

How he would tell the other members: He would probably tell them after the relationship has been confirmed by the two of you

How long would you be dating before he would introduce you formally to friends/family: maybe a few months before he would tell the boys and probably a year or so before he would bring you home to his parents

How long before he would want to go public: probably 2 years at least, he would want everything to go smoothly privately before going public

PDA: Some affection, hand holding or arm around waist

How long would you two be together before he would asks you to marry him: 4 years after getting permission from your family

Simple or fancy wedding: Simple

How many kids: 2 (2 sons)


Jin-

How he would tell the other members: he would invite you over for dinner after bringing you up and let you and the boys interact

How long would you be dating before he would introduce you formally to friends/family: a year or so when he was sure the relationship would be solid  then he would introduce you to the boys and then he would introduce you to his family probably shortly after

How long before he would want to go public: maybe 2 years after getting permission from the company 

PDA: little to none, hand holding 

How long would you two be together before he would asks you to marry him: probably 6 years or so, I believe marriage would not be a rush for him

Simple or fancy wedding: Fancy

How many kids: 1 (son)


Suga-

How he would tell the other members: would simply say something like ‘hey I’m dating…’ 

How long would you be dating before he would introduce you formally to friends/family: I think he would tell them right away. He wouldn’t have a problem telling people  that he trusts about the two of you 

How long before he would want to go public: probably wouldn’t tell them until you get engaged

PDA: most likely none unless posing for pictures

How long would you two be together before he would asks you to marry him: 3 years at most before he feels like he would want to get married

Simple or fancy wedding: Simple

How many kids: 2 (2 daughters)


J-Hope-

How he would tell the other members: would probably brag about you before hand and then when you guys would start dating he would tell them

How long would you be dating before he would introduce you formally to friends/family: probably a year or so, he would be more open to tell the boys than to tell his parents about your romance

How long before he would want to go public: 1 ½ at most, I think he would want to get it out there for fans before rumors and what not would start

PDA: probably would be very into it, wouldn’t be afraid to prove his love

How long would you two be together before he would asks you to marry him: 2 years 

Simple or fancy wedding: Fancy

How many kids: 3 (2 daughters 1 son)


Jimin-

How he would tell the other members: he would want to tell the right away but I think he would be too shy for that and would end up waiting until it randomly came up

How long would you be dating before he would introduce you formally to friends/family: once more I feel he would be shy to say anything about his relationship for a while. Maybe 2 years or so

How long before he would want to go public: probably after you got married honestly. He would want to keep his private life private

PDA: hand holding and maybe cheek kissing

How long would you two be together before he would asks you to marry him: 5 years or so. He’s another man who I do not believe is in a rush to get married 

Simple or fancy wedding: Simple

How many kids: 1 (daughter)


V-

How he would tell the other members: would probably accidentally mention it by saying ‘oh yeah my girlfriend….’ 

How long would you be dating before he would introduce you formally to friends/family: I think only a few months would be all it took for him to take you to see the people he loved dearly

How long before he would want to go public: year or so as he would be very open with his love after getting permission

PDA: very touchy and showy of you 

How long would you two be together before he would asks you to marry him: 2 years, I think he moves quick if he finds the one he loves

Simple or fancy wedding: Fancy

How many kids: 3 (2 sons and 1 daughter)


Jungkook-

How he would tell the other members: he would probably be hiding it for a while but his members would catch on quickly and he wouldn’t have to tell them

How long would you be dating before he would introduce you formally to friends/family: a few months on both friends and family, if he’s in love he would be very much ready to tell the other people he loved

How long before he would want to go public: 2 years or so, he wouldn’t want it to be a big deal so he wouldn’t do it until he knows it’s the right time

PDA: a bit shy but would holding your waist maybe holding your hand

How long would you two be together before he would asks you to marry him: probably a bit after going public and would probably tell the public about the engagement shortly after it happened 

Simple or fancy wedding: Simple

How many kids: 2 (1 son and 1 daughter)


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that night- h.s imagine

Originally posted by harrysgolden

“Y/N’s coming tonight.”

Harry choked on the sip of scotch he just took. Gemma quickly patted his back, waiting for him to recover. He looked at his sister with wide eyes, “Sorry?”

Gemma shrugged her shoulders, “I ran into her at the bakery last week. We caught up and I invited her tonight.”

Harry tried to gain his breath back. He was panicking. Would you want to see him? Clearly you knew he was going to be here; it was his sister’s birthday? Is that why you decided to come? Will this be his chance to apologize for that night? So many thoughts ran through his mind. Gemma stared at her brother, eyebrows raised. She knew the potential outcome when she invited you but before the breakup, the two of you were extremely close. You were almost like a sister to her, a sister she’s always wanted. That’s why she was devastated when Harry told her that he broke up with her.

Gemma’s eyes drifted to the new body that entered through the doors. You looked around, eyes searching for Gemma. Once you finally saw her, you smiled brightly. Gemma returned the smile and walked away from Harry. You gave her a quick hug and handed her a gift you brought. Showing empty handed would just be rude.

Harry’s back was to you but he knew you were in the room. He felt a sudden chill. Was it because you walked in or was it because his guilt was creeping up on him? He took a deep breath and proceeded to wipe his sweaty palms on his pants. He quickly chugged down the rest of his scotch before he started to make his way to you and Gemma.

While talking to Gemma, you instantly noticed Harry. Your eyes met and you held back a gasp. Those damn green eyes. Gemma looked between the both of you and announced, “I’m going to put this with the rest. Promise we’ll catch up?” You smiled and nodded your head. Gemma gave both you and Harry a look as if saying, “Good luck.”

Harry cleared his throat, “Y/N.”

You smiled softly and nodded your head curtly, “Harry. How are you?”

Harry’s arms twitched. He wasn’t sure if he should give you a hug hello, afraid it would be too awkward. But his mind told him otherwise and he pulled you into a tight embrace.

Slightly surprised, you hugged him back. You chuckled, “Easy there, tiger.”

Harry pulled back from the hug and blushed. “I’m sorry. I just can’t believe you’re here. You look amazing, love.”

Your heart swelled at the pet name. It was so long ago that he used to call you that. Your cheeks turned slightly pink. You quietly thanked him.

A moment of silence was shared between the two of you before Harry spoke up, “Drink?”

You quickly nodded. Needing some alcohol to ease the tension of running into your ex. Harry led you to the bar, his hand on your lower back. Even though the two of you broke up months ago, it was like Harry’s body knew to always look out for you. It was like you were his magnet. He grabbed the bartender’s attention and ordered two glasses of white wine. Harry cursed, “I’m sorry. I didn’t even think. Your case must’ve changed. Would you like something else?”

Your stomach was in butterflies knowing Harry remembered your usual drink order. “It’s fine, thank you.”

The bartender came back, placing a glass in front of both of you. Harry was going to say something but was interrupted by a song that had a loud base going through the club.

Harry shouted so you could hear him, “Want to go somewhere private?”

Harry led the two of you towards the roof of the club. He’s been here a couple of times so he knew the club like it was on the back of his hand. While leading the two of you there, the two of you started catching up. You finally finished uni and was just waiting for feedback on a job interview you’ve done. Harry told you that he recently went to Jamaica in hopes of getting some peace and quiet to write some songs for his album he was excited to release.

The two of you were sat next to each other on the floor of the roof. London’s city light in front of you.

While you were admiring the view, Harry was staring at you, “I’m sorry about that night.”

You looked back at him, not wanting him to bring up the painful topic, “Let’s not talk about it, Harry.”

“No, love. I need to say what’s been on my mind for the past couple of months.”

Harry was in love with you. After seven months of dating, he realized he was crazy about you. And that scared him. Harry was never the one to be in a serious relationship. He had his flings, of course, but that’s all they were: Flings. You were his first real relationship. And when Harry realized how different you were from other girls and how much emotion he felt for you, he started to push you away.

You realized you loved him during the sixth month the two of you were dating. You never told him however because you didn’t want to jeopardize your already fairly new relationship. Your heart broke a little each time you tried getting closer to Harry. It brought out your insecurities of not being enough for Harry. The two of you constantly fought. Comments were made just to hurt the other. Yelling, screaming, you were surprised no one ever called the cops to complain about how loud the two of you were.

Sitting on Harry’s couch, you were recovering from your latest scream session. Harry sat opposite from your couch doing the same. Harry was the one to break the silence, “I’m not happy anymore.”

Your head instantly shot up and looked at him. If your heart wasn’t already broken, it sure was now. That was the last thing you could ever want; Harry not being happy with you. In your eyes, Harry deserved the whole world.

Harry avoided any eye contact with you, afraid he was going to let out a tear. “We’re constantly fighting. If not fighting, giving the other the silent treatment. I don’t want to have to come home every night knowing that I’m just coming home to fight.”

You choked back a sob while he proceeded, “Clearly this relationship isn’t working. What’s the point of continuing?” He finally looked up at you, his heart clenching at the sight of you with tears running down your face. His words were harsh, he knew that but there was only so much someone could take.

You nodded and stood to grab your purse and coat. Through your tear-blurred vision you saw Harry looking down, playing with his rings. You whispered, “I’m sorry I wasted your time.”

Harry traced the rim of his glass. He sighed and closed his eyes, “I should have fought for you to stay.”

You were looking down at your glass, avoiding eye contact with him. Softly you said, “Like you said, there was no point continuing if we couldn’t make each other happy.”

Harry winced, his own words haunting him. Finally he looked at you and grabbed your hand. “You did make me happy, Y/N. Our relationship was short but it was the best time of my life.”

You shook your head slowly in confusion. “You don’t leave someone that makes you happy.”

Knowing it’s now or never, Harry took a deep breath. He stared into your eyes and admitted, “I love you, Y/N.”

Your heart should’ve bursted at that moment but instead you felt sadness. You pulled your hand away from Harry’s. “You don’t. Because if you did, you would’ve never said the things you said.”

Harry nodded, knowing he was out of his mind for that night. “I was so scared of our relationship. It was so fast and my feelings for you came so sudden, I was just scared so I pushed you away. I know that was wrong and I’ve never regretted something as much as I do for that night but trust me when I say I love you.”

You stayed silent, not knowing what to do with this new information. Harry stared at you in panic, “Please say you love me too.”

Your eyes brimmed with tears, “Oh Harry, of course I love you.”

Harry smiled a genuine smile. The first genuine smile he’s had since the breakup. He wanted to scream in joy but you interrupted him, “But you broke my heart. And I can’t forgive you for that.”

Harry’s smile instantly faded. “But-”

You shook your head no at him and leaned over and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “I’m sorry, Harry.” You got up from your spot next to him and began to leave the party. Harry stared at you walking away. This was the second time he let you walk out of his life.


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“Potter, may I speak with you?” he asked tightly.

Harry tried not to choke on his food. “Um. Sure. What?”

“Can we go somewhere more private?” Draco’s eyes shifted back and forth, making him look cagey, and not at all like someone Harry would want to go somewhere ‘private’ with. Except that, well, he did.

How embarrassing.

anonymous asked:

secret relationship

((hope you like it; thanks for the prompt))


It didn’t surprise Harry the first time Draco pulled away from him.  They’d been sitting in the 8th year common room late at night.  As they heard footsteps outside the doorway, Draco jumped from his seat next to Harry and moved to the far side of the sofa.  

Once they were alone again, Draco apologized between soft kisses. “I’m sorry.  We just have a lot of eyes on us right now.  For very different reasons, of course.  I’m just not ready.”

Harry held him close and smiled.  "It’s ok.  Not everyone is cut out for fame and attention.“

Draco swatted at him but couldn’t help falling just a little more in love with him.


Right after leaving Hogwarts, Harry gave Draco a small box tied with a green ribbon.  He stood with his hands in his pockets and watched Draco open it.  Once Draco saw the key inside, Harry asked, “Will you move in with me?”

Draco didn’t immediately answer.

Harry nervously rambled, “I mean, it’s not like the manor, it’s just a little flat in a Muggle area, but it’s got plenty of space.  I know you have too many dress robes to keep in a respectably sized flat, but we could make it work.  I won’t even get mad at all the hair potions taking up room on the bathroom counter-top…”

Draco stood with tears in his eyes.  "I’m sorry.  I…“

Harry sighed, “It’s ok.”

“I’m not ready. I want to.  I really do, but…”

“It’s ok, it was a long shot anyway.  I mean, what did I expect. ‘Happy late nineteenth birthday, please make this crazy commitment with no time to think it over.’ I mean we’ve only been together for…almost a year” Harry stopped when he realized how disappointed and a bit bitter he sounded.

“Please, don’t be angry. I love you. I just can’t,” Draco held the box out for Harry to take.

Harry took a deep breath and he let it out grabbing Draco by his outstretched arm and pulled him close. Wrapping his arms around Draco, “Keep it.  It’s not like you’re going to walk in on me and someone else,” Harry said as Draco scoffed at him.  “You have my heart.  A key to my place just seems reasonable.”

Draco couldn’t help falling just a little more in love with him.


“You don’t want me to be your partner, and that’s perfectly understandable.  I’m just having a hard time with why I can’t list you as my emergency contact,” Harry said.

“You can list Weasley,” Draco said quietly.

“Aurors can’t list their partners as their emergency contact.  It’s not like these are posted in the break room, I just think that if something happened to me, you would want to be the first to know,” Harry said.  

They sat at the kitchen table in the flat Draco still hasn’t moved into.  Paperwork covered the surface.  Another year had passed between them.  Auror training had been as horrible as Draco thought it would be, but Harry had been there for him every step of the way.  Over the past year, he never pushed Draco to come out.  Draco eventually felt comfortable being seen with Harry, as friends of course.

Their “friendship” didn’t seem to surprise anyone.  Then only time he heard anything from the other Aurors-in-training, it was some snide comment about how Harry seemed to have a things for taking in strays.  What did come as a surprise was when he heard Weasley speak up about it saying, “Yeah, cause Weasleys are such solitary stray people.  I really set the trend for the rest of his friends.”

Harry took Draco’s hand, “I’ll make a deal with you.  I’ll list Andromeda first, you know, because of Teddy.  Then I’ll list you second.  That way, my godson isn’t stuck waiting for me to pick him up if something happens.”

Draco smiled, “Fine.  But I just don’t want to risk our jobs.  Relationships in the workplace are just inappropriate.”

“Are you kidding?  There are two different married couples in our department.  They just can’t work as direct partners.  And we’re not working as partners.  No problems,” Harry explained.

“We’re not married,” Draco said, pulling his hand away.

Harry stood abruptly, busying himself getting drinks from the refrigerator.  Draco couldn’t be completely certain, but he was willing to believe he heard Harry mutter ‘not yet.’

Draco couldn’t help falling just a little more in love with him.


The day Lucius Malfoy died, Narcissa spent the evening with her son.  Both she and Draco were very private with their grief even in the presence of each other.  Draco had watched Lucius’ health decline sharply over the six months since he’s become an Auror, ashamed that he was thankful for the long hours and inconsistent schedule.

“You should go back to work tomorrow.  You know your father wouldn’t approve of sitting about when there are still matters that need attended,” Narcissa suggested.  "Sitting about isn’t going to make you feel any better.  Leave the isolated grief to me.  My son, you have been through quite enough.  I know if you go back to the Ministry in the morning, you will feel better.“

Draco wasn’t convinced she meant his job would make him feel better, but how could she know?  Draco had been so careful.  Hadn’t he? 

He took her advice though.  Draco went back to work the next day.  As he arrived, Harry ran to meet him.

"What are you doing here?  They’d understand if you took some time off.  No matter who he was, you still lost your father,” Harry said.  He was careful to stand a bit farther away from Draco than he wanted.  He was careful not to offer Draco any comforting touches.

Draco fell into Harry’s arms right there in the middle of the corridor leading to the Auror offices surrounded by at least a dozen of their colleagues and acquaintances.  Draco cried.  At first he cried about his father, then he realized he was crying because he had nothing to hide anymore.  He was holding his lover.  Draco, held close to Harry, leaned down to kiss Harry’s shoulder.  

Harry pulled away quickly, glancing around them, “Do you want to, er, go somewhere more private?”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t think.  I shouldn’t have done that without knowing if you were ok with it.  You can blame it on me if you want.” Draco stumbled over his words, obviously holding himself away from Harry.

Harry kept his voice low, “I’ve been waiting for that for 3 years.  You were hiding me from your father.  Weren’t you?”

Draco shook his head, ignoring the small glances from the people walking past them. “I was hiding me from my father.  I don’t know why I never just said that.  You deserved to know, but I couldn’t tell you that I expected you to go out of your way to stay hidden because of him.  I mean, you two weren’t exactly on the best of terms.  I would understand if you don’t want to see me right now, or ever. But he was…he would have disowned me.  I know he was terrible but…”

Harry put a comforting hand on Draco’s shoulder, “But he was still your father.  I get it.  I would pick a fight with Minerva McGonagall for my father and I don’t even remember him, not really.”

Draco’s eyes widened, “No, you wouldn’t!”

“Nah, but I’d think about it,” Harry laughed. He took Draco’s face in his hands and kissed him not caring who saw them.  His entire body filled with relief when Draco kissed him back.  "You still shouldn’t be here today.  Can’t we just go home?“

Draco nodded, "Take me home." 

When Harry apparated them into the little flat in Muggle London, Draco couldn’t help falling just a little more in love with Harry Potter.

“Umm... how about that number?” G.D

Hey guys! So I was very excited about writing this request by @danglydolan and well, here it is! I kinda changed the plot a little bit but I just hope I still did it justice haha. Let me know what you think!

Summary: “Grayson meets you for the first time at the pool or beach. He’s all blushy and shy but still tries to ask for your number” 

Warnings: None

Words: 2,000 words


It was a beautiful Saturday morning, and usually I would still be curled up in my bed, dreaming my third or fourth dream right about now. So why was I up this early you might ask? Well… because it is simply impossible to sleep while living in a war zone between both your parents. As soon as the screaming picked up right where it left off the night before, I ran out of there as fast as I could and went to the one place where I always ended up in times like these; the beach. 

The beach has always been my sanctuary, my getaway whenever things got bad; and I guess I’ve already established that things at home were pretty bad. I was tired of hearing about how unhappy they were with one another, how they wished they had never gotten married, how they even wished they didn’t have something tying them to one another; and that something was me. Till this day, I don’t think they know I heard that argument, or maybe they do and they just didn’t care…

But, the beautiful sound of the waves crashing, the smell of salt from the water, the sun shining brightly on my face, these were the little things that relaxed me when I needed it most. 

I must have walked and walked for hours, clearly deep in thought, because I hadn’t realized how many more people were at the beach now. I sighed and kept walking, trying to find a more secluded area away from all these people, when all of a sudden; I was knocked to the ground by what felt like a solid wall. 

You’ve got to be kidding me…

“I’m so sorry!”

As I tried pushing myself up, I felt someone grab a hold of my arms to help me get back on my feet. I looked up and saw a guy about my age looking down at me. 

“Are you okay?” he asked. 

“I’m fine” I answered before I wiped the sand off my shorts and kept walking. 

I heard him yell he’d be right back to someone before jogging up to where I was. “Look I really am sorry” 

“Yeah, you said that already” I said as I kept walking. 

“I’m Grayson by the way” He said as he stepped right in front of me with a smile on his face. He began walking backwards once he saw I had no intention of stopping to talk. “Let me buy you something… t-to make it up to you, you know?” he asked as a light shade of pink filled his cheeks.

“I think I’ll pass, thanks for the offer though” I said as I tried to step around him but had no luck since he blocked my path yet again. 

“Come on, please? I feel really bad” 

“Really? For a second I thought you were trying to hit on me and looking for a way to ask me out” I said, crossing my arms over my chest.

I felt bad for being so rude to the guy when he was just trying to be nice, but I wanted peace and quiet and he wasn’t letting me get it; plus, the look on his face once I said that was priceless. He looked like a fish out of water, opening and closing his mouth, not knowing what to say. 

“W-what? No I was just- er… I felt bad for knocking you down and I-I just wanted to make it up to you” he said, his cheeks growing redder as he talked.

“Look, I just want to go somewhere private and peaceful okay? Plus, don’t you have people over there waiting for you? You should just go back” 

“They can wait,” he said smiling, “And okay, you want to go somewhere private and peaceful? I know the perfect place, at least let me take you” 

I narrowed my eyes at him as he looked at me with a hopeful expression on his face. “You’re not going to give up are you?” 

He shook his head, “No, and I don’t know how you said no this many times. I usually don’t have to beg girls for anything” he said with a confused look on his face.

“Wow, so pushy and conceited” I teased. 

“I didn’t- I didn’t mean it like-” he stuttered and I couldn’t help but laugh at his shyness. He ended up laughing too and I swear, it was the most beautiful and contagious laugh I had ever heard. Snap out of it Y/N!

“Okay let’s get going” he said once his laughter died down. I nodded and saw him jog over to a small group of guys to tell them he was leaving before we began heading to his “secret” location. 

The whole way there, we got to know each other a little more but I chose not to tell him why I had been upset earlier, even though he had asked. We even played a small game of I spy, which I said no to at first because I thought it would be too childish, but it was actually really fun and it took my mind off of everything at home. 

Once we got there, I noticed we were on top of a beautiful waterfall. The view from up here was absolutely breathtaking, the trees, the water, everything was absolutely beautiful. And the best part was that it was only the two of us here, nobody else around to bother us. 

All of a sudden, I see Grayson remove his shirt and it took my whole attention away from the breathtaking view we had right in front of us. I had to admit, this guy looked like he was sculpted by the gods. He looked about my age, had the most beautiful hazel-brown eyes I had ever seen, short and yet wavy brown hair that you just wanna run your hands through, the sharpest jawline to ever exist, the cutest freckle on his chin, the most delicious looking plump pink lips, everything about him was perfect.

It wasn’t until I heard him say “hey you okay?” as he waved his hand in front of my face, that I realized I had zoned out this entire time and full on stared at him. I let out a groan and hoped he hadn’t noticed I was checking him out.

“U-uh yeah… yeah! Just admiring the view” I said as I stepped around him to keep looking at the water from up here. 

“Okay, well I had asked you if you were coming down with me but you never answered” he said with an excited look on his face, it was adorable. 

“Yeah! what way do we go?” I said as I walked to the edges, looking for a path down. 

He chuckled and walked over to the edge with me, “that way,” he said as he pointed down to the water. “We’re diving right in” 

“NO” I said as I shook my head profusely, “No way Jose. NOPE! I’m am not jumping in there!” 

I saw him start giggling at my outburst and it almost made me crack a smile, but I needed him to take me serious. I was NOT jumping down there. 

“Come on, you can hold my hand if you want” he offered, the light shade of pink growing on his cheeks once again. 

For a second, I actually considered it, but then my smile grew as I spotted something a little further down. “Go ahead and jump, I’ll meet you down there” I said as I started climbing down a rocky path. 

“Where are y-”

“Just go Grayson!” I interrupted, and a few seconds later, I saw him fly past me and fall into the water. I waited a few seconds until I saw him resurface, and boy was that an even better view. I bit my lip as I watched him push his dripping hair back, water running down his chiseled chest. 

“Are you coming or what?” he yelled, snapping me out of my thoughts. I nodded and went over to a rope that was tied to a tree nearby. “Are you jumping in with your clothes on?”

“Yes! I’m not about to strip and be half naked in front of you Grayson!” I yelled back, leaning back a little before jumping into the air and letting go of the rope, falling into the water. 

Once I resurfaced, I saw him with his head held back and his eyes closed, his boisterous laugh being the only sound that surrounded us besides that of the waterfall. “How was it??” he asked excitedly once his laughter died down. 

“It was amazing!” I felt adrenaline still running throughout my body and I honestly had not felt this good in such a long time. I suddenly found myself wrapping my arms around Grayson’s neck as I pulled him close, “Thank you Grayson” 

I could tell I took him by surprise since he tensed up a little at first, but then I felt him loosen up a little and wrap both arms around my waist. “It’s no problem, I’m just glad you’re not all grouchy anymore” 

“I was not grouchy!” I retorted but then gave in once he gave me the “are you kidding me” look. “Okay fine, maybe I was. But it’s because… I was already having a bad day and it was barely the morning. All my parents do lately is fight and I was fed up with it already”

He nodded and gave me a sympathetic smile, “No I get it. But hey, don’t think about it anymore. I like you better when you’re smiling” 

Now it was my turn to have the pink shade growing on my cheeks, “Okay Mr. Cheesy Pants, thank you.”

He rolled his eyes and threw some water at me, “Why do you have to ruin it?” 

“Ruin what?” I asked with a laugh as I threw some water back at him. 

“Never mind,” he said, shaking his head. “You know, I never got your name…” 

“Uh-huh, and what makes you think you’re getting it?” I teased, a smirk plastered on my face. 

“Oh come on, just tell me. What’s your name?” he whined. 

“Fine! It’s Y/N” I confessed and rolled my eyes at the satisfied look on his face. 

“Y/N” he repeated, and I swear it sounded so much better when it came out from his mouth. “I’m actually feeling pretty lucky right now since I got you to give me your name so easily” 

“Oh yeah? Well what else do you want?” I asked, my stomach feeling a little sick because of how nervous I was suddenly getting. 

“Well… umm… how about that number?” he asked and groaned as soon as the words left his mouth. “That sounded so much better in my head…”

I couldn’t help but giggle at how embarrassed he looked. It made my heart melt and all I wanted was to give it to him, but I was going to wait a little longer just to torture him. 

“W-what I meant was, I really wanna take you out. O-only if you wa-”

“Yes” I interrupted, taking him out of his misery. 

“Yes? Yes to what?” he asked looking confused. 

“Yes to both” I said as I swam closer to him. “Yes you can have my number and yes I’ll go out with you” I said as I wrapped my arms around his neck once again. 

I felt him wrap his arms around my waist and pull me against his body once again as a smile filled his face. I rested my head on his chest and smiled to myself as he began telling me about other places like this that he wanted to take me to. I couldn’t help but think about how this day had begun as probably one of the worst but ended up being one of the best days of my life; all thanks to Grayson.  


hope you enjoyed!

French Mistake

Past Sam x Reader; mention of Matt Cohen x ofc!Reader (It’ll make sense when you read it lol)

Word Count: 1,666

Warnings: language, angst, Sammy heartbreak…hehehe

Requested by Anon: Could you write an imagine set during the French Mistake where Sam sees the actress who plays his dead girlfriend and it turns out she’s dating someone (like Matt Cohen or KJ Apa or something) so he gets really upset because he can’t even kiss her or anything.

A/N: I kinda changed it up a bit…it’s not set in the actual episode but the boys do get sent back to that universe so it’s kinda the same. Shout out to @mamapeterson for the beta and feedback is greatly appreciated!!!

Originally posted by sammyseyebrows


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Part Two

Summary: Here’s part one, if you missed it: Part One

Fic Type: Eric Coulter x Reader, Tattoo Artist!Reader, smut

Warnings: strong language, smut, unprotected sex (assume reader is on the pill; wrap it before you tap it, kids), kinky af

Author’s Note: Wow. Okay. So, The Challenge: Part 1 was really successful, and a bunch of people like it, apparently. So here’s Part Two and a whole lotta smut. (I’ve only written smut like twice before this so please don’t kill me if this sucks.)

Also: I know that tattoos need to be covered and cared for, but since this occurs in the future we are just going to pretend that you get the tat and you’re good, m’kay?

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I Don’t Love You Anymore Pt 5

A/N: Hey beauties! I’m sooooooooo sorry that this is suuuuuuupppppeeerrr late. Please forgive me. There was a lot going on with finals, weddings and graduation parties but it’s summer and I’m here for good! I can’t believe the amazing feedback from this series y’all are so kind and beautiful and I sincerely thank you for your patience. I hope you enjoy this!

Here’s Part 4 —> i-dont-love-you-anymore-pt-4

“This is too much, y/b/f/n” I say unable to recognize myself in the mirror. “Oh, hush, you look hot” y/b/f/n gushes as she continues loosely curling my hair. “Are you sure I don’t look like I’m trying to hard?” I ask while turning my head at different angles. “Yes!” she shouts as she forcefully places my head still. “Ouch, that hurt!” I cry out, “Do you want to get burned?” she asks with one hand holding the straightener and the other on her hip. “No,” I say softly, “Well stop moving,” she scolds while picking up another strand of hair.

“What party is this again?” I ask playing with my manicured nails. “Shawn’s birthday,” she says. “Your man is no longer a teenager,” she jokes. “That’s not my man,” I snap. “Not now, but by the end of tonight, he’ll be,” she says matter-of-factly. “Are you sure he likes me?” I ask, not wanting to be embarrassed or hurt anymore. I’m tired of having my heart broken by stupid and confused boys, *cough* *cough* Calum Hood. “Oh my gosh, y/n. For the thousandth time, yes Shawn likes you. No, you’re not wearing too much makeup. Yes, your dress is tight but it should be you gotta show off them curves, so please stop worrying you look gorgeous! Seriously, it’s been over a year since you went out as a single woman. You gotta stop letting Calum subconsciously control your mood. Forget him! He’s moved on, remember? It’s time for you to move on too,” she says looking at my eyes through the mirror. I smile at her and she goes back to loosely curling my hair. I look at myself again, and my pouty purple lips turn into a huge smirk as I can’t deny, I do look hot. She finishes curling the last strand as she sings, “All done!” I stand up and look at the sexy red dress hugging my y/s/c frame. “Calum who?” I joke as she starts laughing, “That’s my girl,” she says while picking up her eye liner. Through the mirror, I wink my silver and black smokey eye at her and blow her a kiss as she starts fanning herself with her hand. “You are going to break hearts tonight honey,” she says while going to fix her make up. I laugh at her as I can’t help but imagine the look on Calum’s face when he sees me, he’s gonna wish he never left. “Y/N!” I hear my name being yelled.

“Huh?”

“Call an Uber,” she says. “Okay,” I reply picking up my phone and opening the app. “Y/N, you need to stop zoning out so much, that’s how people get kidnapped,” she says. “What?” I ask laughing at her weird statement which she ignores. “It’ll be here in an hour,” I say she nods her head as she continues singing along to Shape of You by Ed Sheeran. “Tonight is going to be unforgettable,” I say as I open Snapchat to picture us getting ready.


As soon as we enter the club the smell of alcohol hits my nose. “Come on, let’s find the guys,” y/b/f/n says and I nod at her smiling. The bass pumps through my veins as Daya sings about how much she needs someone right now. I know what I need right now, drinks. We walk towards the dance floor, which is crowded with energetic bodies grinding, jumping and dancing. I watch the DJ behind his table jumping and dancing with the crowd. Y/b/f/n holds my hand tight as we weave through the bodies. A handsome brown-skinned boy grabs me by the wrist, “Promise me a dance before you leave tonight, gorgeous,” his deep voice yells. I send him a flirty wink, “Promise,” I say as y/b/f/n says, “Come on, I think I see Luke,” as she guides me to a roped off area. The area is a replica of the club with a bar, seating areas and dance floor but its much smaller. I look around and see most of the big time celebrities in there.

“You never told me what’s going on between you two,” I say back not needing to yell anymore since this area was much quieter. “I don’t kiss and tell, y/n” she says as both her and my eyes go wide. “You kissed Luke!?” I shouted as a few heads look at us, “Tell the whole world, will ya?” she snaps as I start wiggling my eyebrows at her. “Y/b/f/n” a masculine voice yells and we turn to see Luke smirking at her while he waves us over. We walk over to the intimidating security guard standing in front of the rope and he blankly stares at us as if he didn’t just hear Luke call us over. “Hi, may we get in?” y/b/f/n asks sweetly. “No,” the guard grunts out.

“They’re with us, Brad” Michael says coming up behind the guard while patting him on the back. Brad huffs out of annoyance but lets us in. “Thanks,” I say softly. I watch y/b/f/n quickly run off with Luke leaving me. “Y/F/N Y/M/N Y/L/N, long time no see,” Mikey screams and I can tell he’s already taken some shots. “Did you start drinking without me, Mikey?” I ask with my hands on my hips raising an eyebrow. “I was trying to wait, but you took so damn long,” he says giving me an innocent smile as he wraps me in a tight hug. “I missed you,” he whispers in my ear. “No one else cooks for me,” he whines as he lets go, still holding my hand.

“Cook your own damn food, Michael,” I hear Ashton say behind him as he smirks at me. “Michael get your arse over here!” an Irish voice yells. We all look over, “Hi y/n” Niall waves. “Hey!” I wave back, happy to see the always smiling boy. “Tell Ashton to start making me food,” Michael whispers in my ear as he gives me one last hug. “I’m not cooking for you,” Ashton says. “Meanie” Michael says while sticking his tongue out and walking away towards the group of people including Niall. I look at Ashton in his signature black skinny jeans matched with a black leather jacket. I finally look at his eyes and see his eyes are still making their way to my face, “A picture lasts longer,” I say, mocking him from the other day. He chuckles at me, “Trust me, pictures don’t do you any justice, babe,” he says. His intense gaze starts making flutters erupt in my stomach and I can’t deny the emotions I’m feeling towards this boy. But, I remember what y/b/f/n said, I can’t break up Cashton.

“I should go find, y/b/f/n,” I say going to walk past him. His arm snakes around my waist and I freeze once his front presses against my back. “There’s no telling where she and Luke ran off to, you’ll be looking for them all night,” he says by my ear. “Well, then I should find the birthday boy,” I say while turning my head to look into his eyes. “I’m right here,” he whispers. I chuckle, “Your birthday was last month, Irwin,” I say turning my head away from his. “It was. And you missed it. I didn’t get a gift, call or text from my best friend. Can you imagine how hurt I was?” he asks. Guilt courses through me; he probably was hurt. I look down at his arms and see that its still around my waist. But it doesn’t freak me out, it actually comforts me and I relax a little. “Seems like you’ve gotten over it,” I say. “I haven’t” he whispers as his lips softly brush against my ear, “I think I deserve a gift.” 

“Oh really?” I ask turning around and facing him deciding to entertain him for a bit. “What do you want, birthday boy?” I ask as my hands unconsciously snake to around his neck. He seems surprised by this but he keeps his cool. This feels right, us holding each other but why is it so wrong to everyone else? “For me to buy you coffee,” he says staring into my eyes as he pulls me closer into him. His cologne clouding my brain. “I don’t think you understand how birthday gifts work,” I joke as I laugh while my hands play with the curls at the nape of his neck. I hear him whimper but he quickly covers it up by clearing his throat. I watch his Adams apple move as he swallows deeply and all I can think about is leaving purple-stained kisses all over his neck. “I want to buy you coffee so we can talk about this elephant we’re carrying,” he says referring to our last conversation together.

His words make me realize that I shouldn’t be thinking about kissing him right now. What does that make me look like? Dating one band member and then moving on to another, even if I only truly loved one of them. I retract my hands from the softness, “Actually we can talk about that now,” I say. “Right here?” he says while looking around. “Do you want to go somewhere more private? We can go back to the house,” he suggests, his arms still around my waist. “We can’t be together Ashton,” I say looking at the ground. His grip loosens and I take that as my cue to walk away but he stops me. “Why not?” he asks frustrated that I hadn’t even given us a chance to talk things through. “Is it because of Calum?” he asks.

“What about me?” a voice behind me says. I turn around and see Calum with that girl Twitter is in love with on his arm. “Nothing,” I say as I walk away from them and head to the bar in desperate need of a drink. “Y/N!” Ashton yells. I turn around and look at the boy who I no doubtedly have feelings for yet can’t do anything about them. His eyes are pleading with mine and once again we stare in each other’s eyes neither of us really wanting to speak or leave first. “This conversation isn’t over,” he says before turning around and walking out of the private area. Calum turns around and looks at me with confused eyes, “What is going on between you two?” he asks, his voice laced with frustration. “Why do you even care?” I snap back at him, “Oh that’s right, you don’t. You just want to pretend like you care about me,” I finish and walk away. I walk up to the bar and order three shots of tequila. I down the first two easy but as I lift the third shot to my mouth a hot hand stops me. “Why were you and Ashton talking about me?”

I look at the Maori boy and rolled my eyes, “It doesn’t concern you,” I lie. While taking the third shot and calling the bartender over for another round. “You only drink like that when you’re celebrating, or somethings bothering you,” he says looking at me with soft eyes. I raise a shot to him, “This is for tonight being my first night out as a single woman,” I down it while staring into his eyes. I reach for another, “This one’s for you and your new girlfriend, congrats” I say with sarcasm as I take it down. “This one,” I start by taking the last one, “That’s enough, y//n” Calum says as he takes it out my hand and downs it with ease. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about g/n, it just didn’t seem like the right time,” he admits. “Whatever, Calum, I’m over you,” I say getting off the stool to go find y/b/f/n. I hear Calum clear his throat, “Are you over Ashton?” he asks, softly while playing with his fingers, not looking at me. I turn around and face him, “What?” I ask back. “I said,” he gets off the stool and stands in front of me, “Are you over Ashton?” he asks firmly looking in my eyes. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I lie. “Oh, spare me, y/n,” he snaps. “You think I can’t tell what’s going on between you two,” he asks. “You have always been close with Ashton. You guys finish each other’s sentences. You stay up talking until late hours in the morning, you tell him things before me. You’re his screen saver,” he continues, which takes me by surprise, “I am?” I ask in disbelief. “Yeah, the asshole won’t take it off either,” he says to which I smile looking at the ground. “And at the grocery store, the way he held you and how you looked into each other’s eyes, we never had that,” he says. “No Calum, you didn’t have it, but I did. I loved you more than life itself, I mean you’re my first true love,” I say while grabbing his hands making him look at me. “No, I wasn’t, y/n, Ashton is,” he says. “But we can’t be together,” I say removing my hands. “Because of me?” he asks and I nod my head. “I’m sorry y/n but I don’t think I can ever be okay with you dating Ashton,” he admits. “You, the fans, y/bf/n it’s just not right. I can’t break up Cashton,” I say as he chuckles. “I’m sorry,” we both say at the same time, surprising each other. “What are you sorry for?” he asks. “For meeting you first,” I say as I walk away.

“Y/N!” I hear my voice being called and I turn around to see the handsome forreal birthday boy smiling at me. “Surely, you weren’t about to leave without telling me Happy Birthday,” he smirks as he walks closer. He is cute, I think to myself as I eye him up and down, he looks real good in those skinny jeans and black t-shirt his muscles bursting from underneath. “Of course not,” I say walking back to meet him. “Are you okay?” he asks sincerely probably noticing my misjumbled face. “Yeah,” I say. “Promise?” he asks holding his arms out. “Promise,” I say walking in his arms. “I’m so glad you’re here,” he whispers in my ear. “Me too,” I say looking up at him and giving him a big smile. Work by Rihanna and Drake starts to play and he asks me to dance with him. I take his hand as he guides me to the mini dance floor, which is already crowded. He puts his hands on my waist and I put my arms around his neck as we start to dance together exchanging small talk, he’s a really amazing guy. “So I guess birthday wishes do come true,” he says in my ear. “What do you mean?” I ask still flustered from how close we are. “I wished that I’d get to dance with the prettiest girl in the world,” he says looking in my eyes, making me embarrassed. “Oh please,” I say focusing on dancing but very flattered by his comment. “Its true, y/n. You’re so beautiful, its a shame that Calum couldn’t see what he had,” he says as his arms reach to my lower back pushing me more against him. “But one man’s trash is another man’ s treasure,” he says while looking between my eyes and my lips. I’m not sure if its the alcohol, Shawn or both but I want nothing more than to feel his lips on mine. He leans down and whispers over my mouth, “Does the birthday boy get a birthday kiss?” “Not from her,” a deep voice says, pulling me away from Shawn. I look up to see Ashton with a pissed face. “Hey, I don’t want come in between anything, I thought you were single, y/n,” Shawn says while looking at me. “Sorry, man but she isn’t” Ashton says speaking for me, as he pulls me away to a couch towards the back of the private area where no one was sitting.

“Ashton, let me go,” I say as his grip tightens. “Is that why you don’t want to be with me? That kid?” he asks obviously upset. “He’s not a kid,” I say defending Shawn. “The boy only just turned 20,” he says matter-of-factly. “He’s only 2 years younger than me,” I say back. “Oh so am I too old for you?” he snaps. “Ashton, you know that’s not why we can’t be together. Shawn, is not complicated,” I tell him and immediately regret it. “So you’d throw away what we have for a kid you don’t even like just because it’s not complicated!” he yells. “I don’t have a choice! Can you imagine the backlash I’ll get for dating you? I can’t handle that, Ashton” I snap back at him. “I don’t care what other people think about us, I love you! That’s the only thing that should matter” he says as he grabs my hands and pulls me into him. “Tell me you love me,” he demands and tears fill my eyes because I can’t admit it out loud. Once I do, it’s going to be even harder to walk away. “No,” I say trying to take my hands out his grasp but he grips them tighter. “Tell me you think about me all the time. Tell me how much you miss me, say it y/n” he says again, his hands going to my face forcing me to stare into his beautiful eyes. “Please, Ashton don’t make me say it,” I beg him. “Tell me, y/n” he begs again. “Tell me how much you regret meeting Calum first. Tell me how you just want me to hold you and never let you go,” he pleads tears threatening to spill from his eyes too as his hands play with my hair. He leans me closer into him, “Tell me!” he snaps and I can’t deny my feelings for him any longer.

There’s only one way for me to express to him how he makes me feel. I crash my lips onto him and he immediately kisses me back. His warm and soft lips feel so good against mine. We fight for dominance but he wins as I’m overwhelmed by how good this feels. I put my hands in his hair and start tugging on his curls earning a moan from his lips. His tongue asks for entrance which I happily grant him access. Our tongues dance with one another as we both pour our emotions into the kiss. Our kiss feels as explosive as fireworks. Tastes better than the first bite of food after fasting. Feels more homey than Christmas morning…it’s like magic. I begin to bite and suck on his bottom lip as his hands move to my butt and massages it making me softly moan. I attack his lips once again, this time I take control as I back him into the couch. He flops down and wasting no time, I go to straddle him as I start leaving small kisses and bites on his neck. “Fuck y/n” he whispers out making me more excited. I make my way back to his mouth and give him one last passionate kiss and stare into his eyes. “Ashton Fletcher Irwin,” I say bringing my hands back to his hair, pushing it off of his face. “I think about you all the time you’d think I was obsessed. These last few weeks have been hell being away from you and when I saw you in the supermarket I almost cried. I’d do anything to go back in time and make you mine when I first had the chance. I’m so in love with you,” I say with my whole heart. “Oh baby,” he says rubbing his hands up and down my back, “You don’t know how long I’ve waited to hear you say that,” he says. “I love you so much, y/n. I’m never letting you go, I don’t care what anyone thinks. You’re mine,” he says staring into my eyes.

“I fucking knew it” a voice behind us says as we turn around and see Calum looking like he’s ready to kill us.

A/N: So this is part 5, please tell me what y’all think! I love hearing from you all and talking about what I should do. Do y’all want a part 6? Or should I leave as is? Thank you for reading it means so much!!!! xoxoxo

Here’s pt. 6 —>i-dont-love-you-anymore-pt-6

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translation: everyone it’s been a while! it’s minho!! have you been doing well? during this time, i was in maldives for a photoshoot with onew! the water was re~ally clean, the weather was warm, it felt great! in particular, do you know this little device you can use to go underwater called “seabob”? since it was a lot of fun, please make sure to try it out! even though it was work, we saw sea turtles, and the mojito had a great flavour, it was refreshing and enjoyable. i think i want to go back another time privately for sure!


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One of You Could Come Show Him

Originally posted by alessa-10

Warning(s): Smut, Threesome, Double Penetration. 

Note:Sorry I was late with my sandwich fic! But here it is. It can be found on my Ao3!

   You and Ubbe often go to one another for pleasure, but it has never advanced to something more. Although Ubbe often makes it clear to you that you belong to him. If he sees you close to another man, you are more than likely going to be sore by tomorrow morning. You flirt with other men, mainly his brothers, to get that kind of rough behavior from him. The one he gets most jealous about is Ivar; maybe it is because you two are closer in age, or because you once told Ubbe you would love to see how Ivar is in bed and you may have moaned Ivar’s name one time during sex.Whichever the reason is, you use it to your advantage. It has been a while since you have had that type of night, so you have decided that tonight during the feast, you are going to be all flirty and touchy with Ivar.

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One Shot #6

Title: Drunk

Ship: Slight Sam x Drunk!Reader

Prompt: None

Description: The Reader and Dean are drinking at a bar close to the motel when they challenge each other to shots. Across the bar, a man notices her when she wins and makes his own challenge with her, leading her her intoxication. The man drops her off at her motel room and Sam has to take care of her.

Warnings: Intoxication, Mentions of the Daddy kink, drinking

Word Count: 2,092

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Ever since she began hunting with the Winchesters, she was going out to random bars with the oldest, Dean. Dean didn’t mind having a drinking buddy for a change and (Y/N) didn’t mind that Dean flirted with anything that walks when he was drunk. Of course, they had no attraction to each other whatsoever, it was still hilarious to hear the pickup lines Dean could come up with when he was completely hammered.

One time, around November, the two were at a bar connected to the motel together. For being a small bar, this thing was almost filled up to the brim with travelers, lonely men, and just people looking for a drink. It was loud but not the loudest bar that the pair had been to. Dean and (Y/N) were seated at the counter on stools, challenging each other to whiskey shots that Dean didn’t think (Y/N) could handle. “I’m going to make a bet right now,” (Y/N) began, picking up her first shot and holding it near her mouth, “If I can get all five of these done before you, you have to let me drive ‘Baby’ to the next hunt when we’re done with this one.”

Dean smirked, thinking she wouldn’t be able to. Every time they went to the bar, (Y/N) usual ordered “chick drinks”, as he put it. There was no way she would be able to handle whiskey shots, let alone five straight. With a chuckle, Dean picked up one of his shot glasses and mirrored it to (Y/N)’s. “Deal.” Was the last word before they downed their glasses, (Y/N) slamming hers down first and reaching for the second one. Not even a second later, Dean slammed down his and grabbed his second. Of course, (Y/N) shot that one faster than the first, ignoring the burning feeling traveling down her first.

As she moved onto her third and then fourth, Dean stared at her as he moved on to his third, definitely slower than her. Picking up her last and final shot, she downed it and slammed it on the table, meeting her eyes with Dean’s who just finished his fourth. “God d-,” Dean hickuped and covered his mouth, “God damn, woman. You hustled me!”

(Y/N) smirked, taking pride in her work. “The only reason I’ve been getting ‘chick drinks’ was so I could finally trick your ass.” Her words were slurred, leaning on the counter for support. Rolling his eyes, he took his final shot and laughed, “Well you did and it won’t happen again, I promise you that.” (Y/N) smiled, before placing her hand on Dean’s shoulder, “Okay, Winchester. I think we’ve had enough, let’s head back to the motel before we get completely hammered.” Just as she twirled around in her seat, a tall, handsome man walked up behind her, a sweet smile on his face. “Hey there.” She raised her eyebrows, trying to make it seem like she wasn’t as drunk as she really was.

“Hey, I saw you across the bar take those whiskey shots like water. That was… incredible.” He sat next to her in the stool, looking to Dean and smiling at him. “I’m Troy, by the way.” He held his hand out to the both of them and they shook it one by one. “I’m (Y/N) and this is my friend, Dean.” He brushed aside his dark hair revealing a set of deep brown eyes, ones you could get lost in if you looked for too long. “Nice to meet you, (Y/N).” He gave a little side smile before he began again, “Mind if I buy you a drink?” As nice as it sounded, (Y/N) shook her head and turned towards Dean. “I think I’ve had enough to drink for a while.” She chuckled, Dean smirking once he realized this guy was trying to pick her up.

“Well, I’m going to turn in.” Dean stood up and stretched, giving (Y/N) a little wink before leaving the bar, leaving her with the Troy guy. She turned back towards Troy, a smile across her lips, “I guess I could have another.” She sighed as Troy ordered another round of whiskey shots. “Oh come on, I’ve already had five, I can’t do ten! I’ll die of alcohol poisoning!” (Y/N) giggled, as he split up the ten shots and pushed five towards her.

“I want to see if you can win against me.” He smirked, fidgeting with a shot glass. “What do I get if I win?” She was already starting to feel the effects of her first five. If she has five more, she won’t be able to walk properly. “If you win, I’ll escort you back to your room and leave you alone for the rest of the night.”

“And if you win?” She knew there was going to be a catch with this guy. Troy leaned in to whisper in her ear. “We ditch this place and go back to my room.” As handsome as this guy was, (Y/N) wasn’t one to have one night stands. She had to be in a relationship with her partner and know if he had anything that could be spread to her. Being on the road with an itchy private area doesn’t really sound like a good time. Sighing, she thought for a second. As handsome as this guy was, she didn’t really want to spend the night with him. She had to win this even if it would kill her.

“Deal.” Her words left her lips and he began the countdown when she picked up the shot glass. Three… two… one.

She shot down the glass at the same time as him. This guy was definitely faster than Dean, challenging her to keep going. She slammed down her first glass and grabbed the second, slamming that down just a little faster than him. Her third went down roughly but she still put it down and moved onto her fourth by the time Troy was done with his third. The fourth was smoother, but still burned. The effects of the first round with Dean was really dawning on her, making this a little harder than it should be. When she slammed down her fifth and final shot, she looked up at Troy who was amazed by her, putting down his fifth a little after her.

“God damn girl, you really must not like me.” He chuckled. The contents of (Y/N)’s stomach threatened to make themselves visible. Cupping her mouth as to not puke all over this guy, Troy took it as a sign to take her back to her room so she wouldn’t be sick in the bar. “Why did you make me do that?” Her stomach churned as Troy hopped off the bar stool and paid the tender, helping her off.

She held onto his shoulder, her legs feeling like spaghetti as they walked out of the bar. “I didn’t make you do that, you agreed to it. Honestly, I thought I would be the one winning.” He laughed, his legs starting to shake as well. “God, I hate you right now.” She slurred. As they made their way to the strip of motel rooms, Troy turned to her, hoping he would get a proper answer out of her. “What’s your room number, sweetie?” He chuckled as (Y/N)’s hand traveled up to his neck. “But there’s people in my room, don’t you want to go somewhere more private.” The drink was definitely taking control of her mind.

Thinking about it for a second, Troy shook his head. “You’re too drunk. I wouldn’t forgive myself if we did anything, sweet cheeks.” (Y/N) frowned as she told him her room number and they stumbled down the walkway to it. Troy knocked on the door, Sam answered it not even a second later. “She belong to you?” Troy chuckled, motioning towards the girl leaning on his shoulder. “Sadly, yes.” Sam rolled his eyes and helped (Y/N) into the motel room, the darkness compared to the outside lights disorienting her. “Thank you so much for bringing her back.” Sam shook the man’s hand and smiled.

“No problem, Bud. It’s kind of my fault she’s this hammered anyways so it would only be fair if I got her home safe.” Troy smiled before turning away and walking back to his own room. Sam closed the motel room door, noticing that (Y/N) was already in his bed. “(Y/N), that’s… my bed.” Sam sighed, accepting that they were going to have to share even though it was agreed that he was have his own bed this trip. The trio usually switched off once in a while every trip so they wouldn’t go insane with the lack of space between them.

Rolling his eyes, he walked over to (Y/N)’s side of the bed, looking down at her. “Do you have to go to the bathroom?” He asked, this time more cautious of drunk (Y/N). Last time she got hammered, she ended up peeing in the bed, too drunk to even know what she was doing. (Y/N) looked up at the tall man and nodded. Sam chuckled before helping her up out of the bed and over to the bathroom on the other side of the motel room.

“I’m not pulling your pants down for you, so you’re going to have to figure that one out on your own.” Sam opened the bathroom door and helped her in, looking her in the eyes as she smiled. “Aw, I was sure you wanted to, Sammy.” She slurred, making Sam roll his eyes. He never liked drunk (Y/N). She was more flirty when she was drunk… and definitely more horny. Whenever she got drunk, she would unwillingly crawl into one of the boys beds and try to cuddle with them and touch them.

As much as Sam had a crush on (Y/N), he would never take advantage of the girl when she was intoxicated. “Just go to the bathroom so we can go to bed.” Just before he closed the door from the other side, he heard (Y/N) whisper something. “I’m sure you do want to get me in bed.” Sam scoffed. Her attempt at flirting when drunk was horrible, even worse than Dean probably.

Across the room, he heard Dean moan, waking up. “Sammy?” Dean sat up in the bed, not as drunk as (Y/N). “Yeah, Dean?” Although he was the youngest, Sam felt like a parent whenever his brother and friend got drunk. They always acted like children. Sam walked across the room and sat on his bed. “Is (Y/N) back? Please tell me she is.” Dean rubbed his forehead, worried about the girl.

“Yeah, she’s in the bathroom.” From the looks of it, Dean was beginning to sober up after a quick nap. “Okay, good. I kind of left her with that guy. Really stupid of me.” He sighed, “Is she okay?”

“Hammered out of her mind, but she’s good.”

“Oh, that’s bad.” Dean looked up at his brother’s face through the darkness. “Yeah, I know. She’s not going to want to sleep tonight. Meaning I’m not going to get any sleep tonight because she’ll be all up on me.” Sam rolled his eyes when he heard her yell come from the bathroom. “Saaaaaaaammmmm! I’m done!”

Dean chuckled and pointed towards the bathroom. “Better go get your girlfriend.” Sam scowled at his brother as he stood up from his bed and crossed the room to (Y/N) in the bathroom. Opening up the door just a crack, Sam didn’t look before asking is (Y/N) was decent. “Do you have your pants on?”

“Sadly.” She piped up, leaning against the sink as Sam stepped in and helped her out and to his bed, tucking her in. “You would be a good dad,” (Y/N) smiled before taking a second to think, “Daddy.” Dean erupted into howling laughter at her words, sending a red tint to Sam’s face. Thank god it was dark in the motel room because Dean would never let it go that Sam was blushing to being called ‘Daddy.’

“Just… go to bed, (Y/N).” Sam rolled his eyes and tried to shake off the blush before crawling into bed on the other side of her, hugging the edge of the bed as tightly as he could to prevent further awkwardness. But, it wasn’t long until (Y/N)’s body was up against his front, curling up and pulling his arm around her. The only thing he could do was hope that sleep would come and (Y/N) would be sobered up in the morning.

This is, most certainly, not where Charles wants to be.

When he agreed to come with Hank on this trip it was supposed to be purely academic in nature- research, conferences, maybe the odd drink in a local bar if appropriate. Charles isn’t opposed to having fun, but being very modest and very English there are certain situations he just doesn’t expect to find himself in.

Like being on a nudist beach, for example.

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Self Defense Trainer

Request: Hey 😊 i had an idea and I hope it’s not weird. Bucky gives self-defense lessons in his free time and you’re there to take lessons but you’re also a bit shy. He is very friendly and helpful then through your lessons and you slowly get comfortable around him. One time you practice a “fight” which ends up with you on top of him, before you can leave he kisses you that eventually ends in his bed (but all gentle). Then you cuddle and you both confess your growing feelings for each other? ❤️ thank u @diving-down-to-wonderland

-SMUT WARNING-


You absolutely dreaded going to self defense classes. You were too shy and you were a little rusty on your moves. Bucky was your trainer and he was amazing, but sometimes his good looks and large muscles distracted you. You also liked the guy so that made things even harder.

Overtime, you’ve gotten closer to him and opened up to him. He was really nice and very patient with you. Bucky always helped you where you needed it. You just didn’t feel like you were improving like you should be.


You sighed in frustration and shook your head. “I’ll never get this right!” You complained. Bucky was trying to fight you and every time you thought you had him, he tackled you down. You were lying down on the mat from Bucky defeating you, resting your forearm over your eyes.

You heard Bucky chuckle and his foot nudged yours with his toes. “Come on, you’re doing great, Y/N!” Bucky said cheerily. “Yeah, great at being a failure.” You groaned dramatically, staying in your current position. Bucky crouched down and sighed. “Y/N, you just need to learn how to block my move.” Bucky said softer now.

You felt Bucky’s hand pull your arm from your eyes. You looked over at him and huffed, blowing your hair out of your face. “Or you could use a different move.” You muttered, clearly tired of not being able to take the man down.

Bucky chuckled and shook his head, looking down at you. “No way. That’s the Buck Attack! You have to master blocking that move. If you do, you can beat up anybody; even me.” He said with a smirk.

You rolled your eyes and sighed, staring up at the bright training room lights. Bucky’s face came into your line of vision. His hair was in a bun and loose strands framed his face. “Up.” He ordered in his trainer voice. 

You sighed and grabbed his outstretched hand. You stood to your feet and got into the fighting stance for the millionth time today.

Your hands were up in front of you, your fists clenched. Your feet were spread apart and Bucky was in the same stance. “On your mark.” Bucky said, raising his eyebrows. You took a deep breath and started to attack Bucky.

He blocked most of your hits and you knew how his move went, you were just never fast enough to block it. You knew he was about to do it, so you decided to duck and twist around, sending a swift kick to his abdomen. Bucky grunted, still on his feet. “I’ll be!” He said with a chuckle.

You smiled and continued to attack him. Bucky quickly swiped your feet from under you and you gasped as you tripped and stumbled into him. Bucky wobbled on his feet before you both fell, your body landing on top of his. “Oomph!” You huffed, catching yourself on your hands before your face smacked into Bucky’s.

Bucky looked up at you, his arms wrapped around your waist tightly. You made eye contact and your face turned red as you blushed from the close proximity with your crush. Bucky kept holding you and you both were breathing heavily.

Bucky cleared his throat and you sat there, not sure what to do. “Your knee.” Bucky said, gulping harshly. Your eyebrows knitted together in confusion. “My knee?” You asked, looking down to see what he was talking about.

You gasped and saw that your knee was leaning against his crotch. Your face turned red again and you looked at Bucky. “I’m so sorry!” You said before moving it and getting up. Bucky’s hands held onto your waist tighter and he pulled you back down.

You looked down at him, still confused. “Bucky, what are you-” Bucky suddenly leaned up and quickly crashed his lips against yours. You sat there from shock and you felt yourself kissing him back after a moment. Bucky’s hand traveled along your spine and up to the back of your neck.

You closed your eyes, sighing into the kiss. You rested your hand on his cheek, his stubble rubbing against the palm of your hand. Bucky’s lips moved with yours so smoothly and they were so plump and soft. You let out a small moan as you felt Bucky’s cock twitch in his loose basketball shorts.

Your eyes widened and you realized what just happened. You quickly pulled away, yours and Bucky’s lips making a wet smacking sound as you did so. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that.” Bucky said, his chest rising and falling at a fast pace. Your face got red again and you sat up on his lap.

Bucky groaned and looked down at your hips on his. You kept making matters worse, what was wrong with you? “No, no, it’s-you’re-”, you rushed out. You sighed heavily and leaned down again, kissing Bucky once more. You felt him smirk against your lips. “Want to go somewhere more private?” Bucky mumbled against your lips.

You nodded and he maneuvered his way onto his feet with you wrapped around him. You moved your lips to his neck and you felt his pulse quicken.


Bucky now had you in his bedroom, a place you never thought you’d end up. You were making out with Bucky and his hands were everywhere. You were a hot and moaning mess underneath Bucky. “And to think you turned me on so much when you got shy around me.” Bucky said with a smirk as he pulled away from the kiss.

Your face turned red and you bit your lip, looking up at Bucky shyly. You knew how shy you were and you felt pretty confident right now, but the fact that it turned Bucky on made you flustered. “Oh Y/N, you have no idea how innocent you look. I could tear you up.” Bucky said through gritted teeth as he squeezed your hips.

You giggled softly and blushed more, looking away from Bucky. He bent down and kissed your neck, resting his hands on your sides underneath your shirt. 

You gasped a little, the mix between hot and cold from his hands startling you. “Hey, we can stop if you want to.” Bucky said softly, running his nose along the curve of your jaw.

You shook your head. “Keep going, please.” You said shakily. Bucky sat up and took his shirt off, tossing it to his floor. Your eyes fell to his scars and Bucky noticed.

He rubbed the back of his neck nervously. “I can put my shirt back on if it bothers you.” He said, his voice small. You frowned and sat up on your knees in front of Bucky.

“No, don’t. I don’t mind.” You said softly, reaching your hand up to run your fingertips along his scars. Bucky breathed out, watching you. “Really, it’s no big deal. I can-” You hushed Bucky with a kiss and you smiled. “Bucky, embrace them.” You whispered before leaning down to place kisses on his scars.

Bucky’s hands rested on your back and you trailed your kisses all the way up to his neck. Bucky gently laid you back down and captured your lips in another heated kiss. His hands traveled down your sides and hooked into your  shorts.

You gently tugged on Bucky’s hair and felt him pulling down your shorts, his knuckles rubbing against your skin. He pulled them off and soon lifted up your shirt, throwing it to his floor. Your face got hot and you covered yourself by wrapping your arms over your chest.

Bucky smiled and reached for your arms, pulling them away. “Y/N, you’re gorgeous. You don’t have to hide from me.” Bucky said in a soothing voice. “You accept my scars, I can accept a masterpiece like yourself.” He added, making a smile form on your lips.

Bucky bent down and pressed kisses across your chest as he unhooked your bra, throwing it to the pile of clothes. You heard him groan lightly and bring his flesh hand up to grope your breast. A small moan escape your lips as you watched him. He smirked and sat up to tug off your panties.

Bucky twirled them around his finger, looking at them. “For a shy one, your panties are very out there. I love red lace,” Bucky said with a chuckle, tossing them behind him, “but they have to go.” He finished, sliding down his shorts and boxers.

You were giggling at his comment then gasped at seeing his large cock. It was thicker than you would’ve thought. He definitely had a sizable package and you had no idea how he’d fit inside of you easily.

Bucky noticed your hesitation and he smiled. “I won’t hurt you, Y/N.” He said before hovering above you. You swallowed nervously and watched as Bucky rubbed his tip along your wet slit. You gasped, feeling his tip bump against your clit.

A moan fell from Bucky’s lips. “God, your pussy is beautiful.” Bucky whispered, slowly sliding his cock inside of you. You held your breath and Bucky gripped your hips. “Relax.” He breathed, rubbing his hands up your sides and to your arms, lacing his hands with yours.

You looked up at Bucky and he was looking down at you. He slid in some more and you let out a long high pitched moan as you felt your pussy stretch around him. You swear you could feel his veins protruding.

“You’re so tight. Fuck.” Bucky strained, his breathing becoming heavier. You rested your forehead against his shoulder and he finally slipped all the way in. Your breath hitched in your throat as you felt Bucky’s cock twitch inside of you.

You kissed Bucky’s neck to distract yourself and try to relax your tense pussy, slowly adjusting to his size. You felt full and ready, the weight of his cock feeling better inside of you. “You can move.” You said softly, sighing out.

Bucky nodded and started pulling out slowly, not wanting to hurt you. As he thrust back in, the pain subsided and you felt shivers and tingles of pleasure spread throughout your body. You moaned and squeezed Bucky’s hands inside of yours.

Wrapping your legs around Bucky’s waist, he grunted and started to thrust faster. Your tits were bouncing and Bucky smirked, leaning down to capture one of your hardened nipples in his mouth. You could hear him suckling and you moaned again, the sounds so dirty and delicious.

You could feel Bucky’s balls slapping against your ass as he picked up the speed once again. “Bucky, you feel so good.” You whimpered, arching your back. Bucky pulled away from your breast and let go of your hand, resting his metal one beside your head.

He gripped the pillow harshly and growled, that let you know he didn’t want to crush your hand. So, you moved your hand into his hair and tugged on it when he hit your g-spot. “F-fuck! Do that again. Please, please.” You begged, wanting to feel that jolt of pleasure course through you again.

Bucky moaned and watched your face contort with pleasure as he snapped his hips against yours, his tip grinding onto your delicious spot. Your mouth fell open, forming the perfect ‘o’ shape. “You’re so beautiful.” Bucky rasped, his thighs slapping against yours.

You could feel yourself getting closer and your legs tightened around Bucky’s waist. “Are you gonna cum for me, Princess?” Bucky said, his chest rising and falling at a fast pace. You nodded. “Uh huh.” You squealed out, looking into Bucky’s eyes.

Bucky gasped deeply as you made eye contact and he started fucking you even harder. “Keep looking at me. Oh god yes, Y/N, your pussy is so good. Fuck!” Bucky shouted, pleasure tingling along his large cock.

You let his flesh hand go and brought it to your neck, your fingers wrapped around his wrist. Bucky hesitated but saw that you needed that rush of adrenaline to finish yourself off. 

You moaned as Bucky gripped your throat, causing your hips to buck against his and your eyes to momentarily roll in the back of your head.

Bucky growled, his fingers digging into your neck harder. You let out a string of moans and started to cum, your eyes fixated on Bucky’s blue ones. He clenched his jaw and grunted, his cock spitting out hot strings of his cum inside of your pussy.

You both moaned loudly, his thrusts never faltering. “Oh god, I’m gonna-” You screamed out, another orgasm fast approaching. It washed over you more intensely than the first, jolting your body around underneath Bucky.

He held you close, thrusting in and out of you slowly now, letting your pussy calm down with him inside. You moaned lazily as your eyelids started drooping.

Bucky’s hand moved from your throat and both hands rested on your hips as he pulled out of you. His breathing calmed down and he got up to get a cloth to clean you both up with. Your hips jerked with sensitivity as he cleaned you off.

A small smile formed on Bucky’s lips and you watched him put on another pair of boxers. He picked up his shirt and handed it to you. Bucky let out a satisfied sigh as he plopped down on his bed beside your wrecked body.

You gently sat up, slipping on Bucky’s shirt. You felt sore down there and Bucky pulled you into his chest. You rested your head on his shoulder, tracing along his scars again. “What’s this mean?” You quietly asked, hoping you weren’t a one time fling.

Bucky gently lifted your head up by your chin with his finger. He stared down at you, his eyes darting across your face as he tucked your hair behind your ear. “I’ve liked you for a long time, Y/N. I get so happy when I see you.” Bucky said quietly, caressing your cheek with the pad of his thumb.

You blushed and smiled. “I like you, too.” You said with a small giggle. Bucky leaned in a kissed you, pulling you closer. “Will you be my girlfriend?” Bucky asked as he pulled away.

“Yes, I will.” You said, happiness spreading throughout your chest. He was finally yours.

Note: I hope you wanted some smut, hehe. thanks for the request and I hope you like it! feedback is always welcome! .c

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Zach Herron - Brendan North’s Sister

A/N: If you don’t know who Brendan North is, for a start…You are NOT in the logang! It will be explained more in the short story if you’re confused.

Summary: I was just a camera enthusiast’s little sister who is friends with a famous vlogger..what could possibly go wrong??

Warning: None <3

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Being friends with Logan Paul was difficult..constantly being pranked, cut by plate pieces and barely getting enough sleep - annoying would be an understatement. How did I know Logan, you may ask? I’m his ‘assistant’s’ little sister - Brendan North - he filmed for Logan, and had his own channel as well.

I had met Logan one day when I had to go into work with my brother, because I was in the middle of moving house and my parent’s were out, so I had nowhere to go. Logan had thrown a plate at me and I had thrown him to ground (even though I’m very small, I’m very strong). Since then he’s been like a second brother to me. 

Today I was gong to be a ‘behind the scenes’ photographer for a music video by ‘Why Don’t We’, some friends of Logan. I basically had to take photos of them caught off guard, filming the video, for promo for the EP.

Me, Logan and Brendan arrived at the Why Don’t We boy’s house, and oh my HOLY JESUS it was big. We walked inside and to a small room, which I assumed was the living room, to see 5 boys, sprawled across various couches, all staring down at their phones. I saw Logan gesture to Brendan to get the camera out, and he did so - Logan then grabbed it, pressed record and screamed:

“HEY BOYS!” Before pretending to shoot them with his hands in a gun motion ,with them all one by one ‘dying.’

“THAT’S MUH BOISSSS!” He yelled, making me giggle, as they all got up and looked at me. Some had their mouths wide open, some looked me up and down, and Brendan filmed Logan looking at me, then the boys, then me, then the boys ect.

“What? Do I have something on my face?” I giggled. It looked as if the one with curly hair was about to say something, but the smallest one, with bright red cheeks, stopped him.

“Um..No, I-it’s just..you’re so beautiful..” He stuttered, making me blush and smile ear to ear.

“Ooooo, Zachary has a crushhhh!” Logan cooed, and the rest of the boys laughed, except Brendan - he looked angry.

“Hey! I was just saying what everyone was thinking!” He explained, but failed as everyone jabbed his stomach and ruffled his hair, before walking off, laughing with each other. We all followed them into the kitchen before Logan introduced me to them.

“So, this is y/n,” he said, gesturing to me, “and y/n, this is Jonah, Corbyn, Daniel, Jack and Zach,” He said, pointing to each as he went. There were a couple ‘Hi’s and ‘How are you?’s but I couldn’t help but look at Zach, who’s cheeks were still blazing. He walked over and began to talk to me, the other boys listening eagerly to what he was going to say.

“Hey, s-sorry if I embarrassed you over there a minute ago, I really didn’t mean-”

“Zach, it’s ok, really. If anything, you should be the one who’s embarrassed!” I laughed, as well as the boys.

“Do you want to go talk somewhere more private?” He asked, an I nodded. Before we could leave, Brendan called out to us.

“Hey, Zach! Look after her, ok!” Brendan joked, and the others laughed. But I could sense some seriousness in his words, and I think Zach did too.

“O-Okay, Brendan.” He says hesitantly, before taking my arm and pulling me away. I laughed at how nervous he was when he was cute. Wait - I didn’t just call him cute, did I? Oh, god, I can’t be falling for someone again.

He took me to what I assume was his bedroom. We sat down on his bed, and talked for a little bit, about everything - hobbies, the future, relationships etc.

“So, does a pretty girl like you have a boyfriend?” he asked, trying to be confident, but you could tell he was nervous for the answer.

“I do actually, and he wouldn’t appreciate you calling me ‘pretty girl’.” I said, trying to to let a smirk escape my lips.

“O-oh…” His voice trailed off. I burst out laughing and he looked at me with a disappointed/ confused expression on his face. “What?” He asked.

“I was kidding, Zach! No, of course I’m single, who would date a potato like me?” I laughed, but soon stopped because his face had stayed serious.

“You’re kidding, right? You are the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen!” He exclaimed. It was now my turn to blush, and trust me - I was. 

“Thanks, Zach. I means a lot.” I smiled. 

“Y/n?” 

“Yeah, Zach?” 

“Would you like to go on a date?” He asked.

“Before I answer, can I ask you something?” I asked, and he nodded.

“Why me? Any one of your fans would date you, you could ask anyone in the world out, and they’d probably - no, definitely - say yes. Why me? I’m just a kind of famous photographer’s little sister. The one no one cared about because her brother was an up-and-coming star. The one the parents’ ignored as a child because they wanted at least one person in the family to become successful. I’m just Brendan North’s little sister.” I said, surprisingly all in one breath.

“I could ask out anyone?” He asked, and I nodded uneasily. “That’s exactly why I chose you.”

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anonymous asked:

Hey Jieun, currently my loans for Uni are stacking up and it's giving me the worst anxiety. While my mom is paying for it partially, I know that it's tough on her financially. I just feel like such a failure bc I'm not going after a more lucrative~ career. I'm an English/Writing major rn and while I'm not that passionate about I know that it'd be a lot worst had I taken let's say the medical path. God, I just feel constantly guilty and I feel like I'm constantly a burden to my mom (1/?)

And she’s so frugal with her money and again constantly feel at fault for putting her in a situation like this. I wanted to go to a private school so here I am. Idk it’s just eating me up inside and every time I think about my situation rn I feel miserable. I also have this relentless fear that I’ll never make it up to my mom for all she’s done for me. It terrifies me to no end and I’m just so tired. I don’t know what I’m going to do in the future and I’m just so afraid (2/2)

hi bud, i know exactly how you feel. while i may not have been in the most extreme financial crisis while attending college, believe me, my university fees were ridiculously beyond what i could’ve afforded to pay for myself (even buying plane tickets to and from ny/cali stressed me out i stopped coming home for holidays). my parents never really said anything or made me feel bad about it bc they genuinely believed it was their financial responsibility to pay for my education. but like you, i always had this cloud of guilt looming over my head every time the email for the semester bill came.

i know that you may feel like all you’re doing is wasting your mom’s hard-money, especially bc there hasn’t been any immediate response hinting success let alone promising one, but i just want you to know that any good parent wants to do everything they can for their child. the fact that your mom allowed you to major in english/writing, is supporting your career dreams, and is working rigorously to help pay for your tuition shows more than enough how much she loves you and believes in you.

so think of yourself and what you are doing now in college as a long-term investment. work diligently to be the best english major/writer you can be, absorb as much knowledge as you can from both your peers and professors, and create invaluable experiences beyond the classroom during the rest of your life as a uni student. those four years fly by soooo quickly so take advantage of every opportunity (and free food event!!! haha) while you can.

i think both you and your mom will be just fine. the mere fact that you are not only conscious of situations like this, but actually want to actively do something about it, tells me you’re very ambitious and responsible. you just want to be a good daughter and give your mom everything bc that’s exactly what she’s been doing for you since day one…. but you just don’t know how to or where to start or if you’ll ever be able to. but you can and you will bc you have potential. i know it, your mom knows it, and now you know it 😊😊😊

anonymous asked:

What are your opinions on the incident with Marine Le Pen with the wearing of the hijab? I find her actions purposefully disrespectful and an attempt to further the National Front's agenda. Especially how she going on about how she is making a stand for "freedom and equality". (I think I have just found my least favorite female politician of the day)

I personally think nobody should police women’s clothing but yeah, it comes off more as a publicity stunt to me, the way she dramatically walked out of it. It’s intended to play well with her far right base. Because she was in Lebanon and she didn’t have to agree to the meeting with a senior Lebanese cleric if the hijab is an issue in the first place. I’m pretty skeptical she wasn’t told beforehand, because a dress code of sorts is the norm like when you’re meeting religious leaders. Michelle Obama and Nancy Reagan wore veils when meeting the Pope, for example, because that’s part of the dress code for women. Ngl I also find it a tad hypocritical, if her position against the hijab or burkini in France is basically that ‘in Rome, do as the Romans do’ and she claims these things are inimical to French culture- but she doesn’t apply that standard to herself when she’s in someone else’s country? And she only makes a fuss about ‘secularism’ and ‘equality’ and ‘freedom’ when it’s about Islam most of the time, not say, Catholicism in France. 

But in general I’d say Le Pen not wanting to wear the scarf herself to meet the Mufti is a much smaller matter than her parties’ policies towards the hijab and French Muslims in general. If she doesn’t want to wear it to meet the Mufti OK fine, it’s about her own choice- but imposing that on other people is another matter. IMO freedom & equality includes giving a margin for people to practise their religion in public. I know existing French law bans government officials from wearing any religious symbols but Le Pen wants to go even further including private individuals when she says she wants to ban ‘ostentatious’ symbols. Who’s this gonna disproportionately effect? Less so Christians, but probably Muslim women who wear a hijab and Jewish people (re: the kippah). 

It’s not that there aren’t issues with women being forced to wear the headscarf (it’s compulsory in Iran, for example) but IMO insisting they can’t wear it is also taking away choice. It’s the same old policing of women’s bodies, and that’s not something the state should have a right to do. And headscarves in general aren’t even totally alien to Western fashion amongst non-Muslim women? Why does it have to be made into such a big deal? Her idea that you can tell from peoples’ attire alone whether they’re radicalised is absolute bullshit. Some of the Brits here who went to Syria to join IS didn’t even appear that religiously devout to people who knew them before. 

I think no religion is above criticism and yes, there are issues with sexism in terms of how society has applied and interpreted religion- that’s something I personally experienced having a very conservative Chinese Christian background. (That’s an issue where there is a lively discussion going on amongst Muslim women themselves.) But imo Le Pen and her party are clearly pushing it in a manner motivated by bigotry and to the point of making people feel they cannot express their personal religious beliefs. 

So yeah, that stunt of hers- she’s conveniently a champion for ‘equality’ and ‘freedom’ as a figleaf for her bigoted agenda. 

If I’ve told Jen once, I’ve told her a thousand times - don’t make dinner reservations at Nobu in your own name! I mean how else would paparazzi know she would happen to be there for a romantic dinner with her geriatric boyfriend. And nothing says alone time like bringing your dog with you.

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Slowly (Poe x Female Reader, Part 1 of 2)


Title: Slowly (Part 1 of 2)
Length: 2.2K
Rating: T
Summary: Song fic based on “Despacito.” You make Poe jealous. Poe has fantasies about you while flying back from mission. Next part will be M rated.
A/N: Not gonna lie, I really enjoyed writing this one. Wrote this because someone asked me what the lyrics to “Despacito” mean and it cracked me up how naughty they are. @charliexowrite Part 2 hopefully taps more into your field of expertise. ;) As always, thanks to @fandom-writes@warqueenfuriosa@mell-bell​ for your writing inspiration and @uomo-accattivante​ for daily Oscar inspiration. And @poe-from-yavin for hopefully reblogging it!

Sí, sabes que ya llevo un rato mirándote / Yes, you know I’ve been looking at you for a while
Tengo que bailar contigo hoy / I have to dance with you today

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