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dr4cking · 3 years

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Caught

draco malfoy x reader | smut | (no plot just smut)

It was in the common room, draco and y/n was sitting with their friends hanging out like usual, y/n sat on draco's lap cuddled up to him while still talking and laughing with their friends, when suddenly she rolled her hips hard on accident while trying to contain her laughter when blaise was telling them a really funny joke. she didnt realized it but draco behind her already stiffened and trying hard not to moan when she keeps moving on his lap still laughing at blaise. that is until pansy walked in with a bag of candies and snacks in her hands and placed it in front of their friends. y/n stand up wanting to get something, draco let out a relief breath because if she sits longer in his lap, she will realized he had a boner it would be embarassing.

to his luck, y/n now sit beside pansy but it didnt help his horny ass as he watched her putting a lollipop into her mouth and sucking it deliciously, making his mind go wild as he imagined how would it feels to have her mouth sucking his dick. he shakes his head throwing off the wild imagination of his best friend since they were still in diapers. but the more he stare at her the more he cant control himself, he get up quickly covering his boner with his oversized tshirt.

"guys, i gotta head to bed, im really sleepy, see y'all tomorrow" draco runs to his room while y/n stared at him in confusion, she knows him too well, he doesnt go to bed at this time.

when draco finally arrived at his room, he closed the door and immediately go to his bathroom and sits on the closed toilet, pulling down his sweatpants and boxer, kicking them off onto the floor, his hard dick slapped up to his stomach, he hissed and begin to stroking himself. his mind instantly drift to the girl who made him do this, his thoughts of her sucking the lollipop earlier popped out in his mind, he lets out a moan imagining it was his dick that she sucked off. his breath got stuck on his throat and he fastened his pace while his thumb teasing the tip of his cock, collecting the precum and use it as a lube.

"fuck y/n" draco moaned louder at the thought of y/n on her knees, looking up at him with her innocent eyes, smirking to him while running her hand on his length, stroking it up and down before putting it into her mouth.

sweats started to running on draco's face while he brought his hand to his mouth to spit on it and use it as a lube to his cock. the thoughts of y/n having him inside her mouth and bobbing her head up and down, sucking him deeper until it touched the back of her throat causing her to gagged, looking up to him with her eyes watering, saliva dripping off her mouth, making him moaning louder and going faster.

on the other side, y/n was now walking to draco's room, she opened the door and raised her eyebrows in confusion when she didnt see draco in his room, until she hears a faint moans coming from the bathroom, her hand covered her mouth realizing what is happening, but what shocking her more that the curiousity got into her making her walking to where the sounds were coming. she stands straightly at the door of draco's bathroom that he doesnt bothered to closed, not be able to move but just watching the scene in front of her, she feels the wetness down there starting to grow when she heard her name repeatedly coming from the boy in front of her and just looking at how hot his face looks right now.

"fuck- im so close, y/n, please" draco screamed her name loudly as he feels his cock twitched on his hand.

but as he was about to come, his eyes suddenly opened and looking at the door and his heart dropped to his stomach as he realized the girl that has been on his mind standing alive at the door of his bathroom, jaw dropped, mouth hung open and eyes widening, looking at what he did right now. her cheeks is tinted red.

"draco?" y/n called out his name as she looking at draco who's still froze, his face full of panicked.

"holy shit, y/n! im sorry! i- i didnt- i was just- i was just- merlin! you werent supposed to see this" draco seems lost at his words trying to explained the whole situation to y/n while covering his part, looking down, scared at what her reaction.

to his surprise, y/n walked in to the bathroom, locking it and approaching him. she stood in front of him making him looking up at her and widening his eyes as he watched her stripped down her clothes showing him her body.

"oh draco, you're definitely not sleeping, baby" y/n smirking and dropped to her knees, spreading his legs so she gets the full view of him, draco's breath got stuck as he feels her hands running on his thighs and her lips kissing them softly.

"y/n are you sure about this? you dont have t-" draco's words got cut off by y/n placing her finger on his lips indicating him to shut his mouth.

"let me help you, draco" y/n grabbed his cock and pump it a few times before putting it inside her mouth. draco let out a groan when her lips touched his tip. she decided to tease it, give it a little blow, and kiss it softly. draco was getting impatient and grip her hair shoving his cock fully inside her mouth making her moan at the sudden contact. he throw his head in pleasure as y/n started to bobbed up and down, her nose touching the base as she keeps going down, sucking deeper.

"fuck just like that, baby" y/n keep sucking him harder and faster, she pulled away to catch her breath for a second and back again, she lick a straight line on his cock and putting it back on her mouth, her hand playing with his balls squeezing it softly, she swirls her tongue sucking him deeper, deep-throating him until she gagged, the vibration triggering draco to cum hard in her mouth, shooting his thick cum inside her, its so much that it started to drip out of her mouth, draco moaned as she swallowed all his cum and wipe the cum that dripped down on her chin with her finger, licking it clean with a 'pop'.

y/n stand up and straddling draco who is still sitting on the toilet. she grabbed his cock and pump it twice before pushing it inside her tight hole. they groaned at the feeling of each other. draco grabbed her jaw and kissed her passionately, their tongue move in sync swallowing each other faces. y/n pulled away and started to kiss his earlobe and jaw then sucking hard on his neck marking him, sending butterflies to his stomach while still rolling her hips on his cock. she pulled away, moaning his name and throw her head in pleasure as his cock keep hitting her spot. draco's lips instantly attached to her neck marking her too. his hand found its way to her neck and squeezed it tightly, choking her. his lips move down to her nipple, sucking hard and biting softly making her aching her back. his other hand gripping her hips helping her bouncing faster on his cock.

"fuck baby, you're so fucking tight" draco's hands holding up her thighs lifting her a bit and started to thrust upwards into her faster and harder making them both a moaning mess. y/n rest her head on his neck, her nails clawed at his back as she feels she's close. draco keep pounding hard into her biting her shoulder lightly as he feels his cock twitched inside her.

"d- draco im so close" y/n moaned and now looking up at him pressing her forehead to him keeping the eye contact.

"me too baby, lets do it together" and with final thrust, they came together, hard, screaming each other names loudly, both panting. draco grabbed her face and kissed her with so much love, muttering a 'thank you' and praising her before pulling away. they both stand up, staring at each other in disbelief and laughing together.

"i love seeing you with my cum dripping off your thighs, y/n" draco smirked while grabbing the tissue to clean her up.

"oh shut up dray! i cant believe i just fucked my best friend" y/n let out a small chuckles while giving him soft kisses on his face.

"you know i've been wanting to do that since forever, y/n. you're driving me insane but in a good way, i've fallen for you since years ago." draco said as they both walked out of the bathroom and lay her down gently on his bed before joining.

"trust me draco, me too." draco pulled her body into his, hugging her tightly, kissing her again showing her how much he loves her.

"be mine, darling? let me take you on a date tomorrow." draco said as he pulled away and caressing her cheek softly.

"i'‘ve always been yours, draco" with the last kiss, they both fall asleep cuddling to each other.

#draco malfoy #draco malfoy smut #draco malfoy x reader #draco malfoy x y/n #draco smut #draco oneshot #draco malfoy angst #draco x reader #draco x y/n #harry potter

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serzhantkris · 5 years

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Something Worth Fighting For- 12

Summary: You’ve just begun to settle into life as an Avenger when a mission gone awry divides the team in half, and a familiar face shows up just in time to make you second guess your every choice. Third installment of the Worth Fighting For Series.

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AN: This chapter has some descriptions of gore. I dont find it too serious, but please use discretion. Also, grab tissues. And it’s a little short, sorry for that, but this stuff needed to stand on its own.

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Smoke crawls into the cold Siberian air, staining it with inky blackness. Against the blinding whiteness of the mountains, it’s alarming. Fire consumes the warped, falling metal, and any snow close to the heat shrivels into puddles. Crackling flames echo against the otherworldly silence.

They’re limping away from the building, arms holding each other up, a near futile feat. They lean inward, Steve with his arm around Bucky’s torso; Bucky’s arm over Steve’s neck. Blood drips into what snow is left as they stagger toward the Quinjet.

Steve almost misses the black shape at the edge of the nearby cliff. Blood runs in his eye, but he can make out the figure leaning over the side of the cliff, grasping at something with both arms. “Wait,” Steve mumbles, stopping suddenly. They both almost fall, but Bucky catches himself and follows Steve’s line of sight. The figure shouts, and Steve realizes it’s T’challa.

Bucky’s already let go of him, and both men move so fast, their bodies scream at them to slow down. Steve gets there first, reaching for the figure hanging off the side of the cliff. Grabbing at the thick coat’s hood, his fingers almost slip before he gets a good hold on it.

Bucky has to take a knee, legs refusing to keep going, pain shooting up his leg as he falls onto it. As the other two men haul the person over the side of the cliff, Steve falls onto his side, gasping for air. T’challa is the one to keep the fourth man from running away.

The sound of their breathing, the crackle of the fire, is almost enough to lull Bucky to sleep. Until he realizes, as he’s watching T’challa pin Zemo down on his stomach, that someone is missing.

“Y/N,” he breathes, lungs protesting. “Where’s Y/N?”

T’challa swallows before he looks at Bucky. “I’m sorry,” he says, subconsciously putting more of his weight down on Zemo’s back. “She went over- I tried to catch her, but I was not fast enough.”

There’s the haze of a memory somewhere in the back of Bucky’s mind. Falling, screaming. Reaching up to a train that’s speeding somewhere in the distance.

Bucky leans forward, putting both hands in the snow as he tries to push himself to his feet. He wobbles, getting his boots under him. “Buck-” Steve’s voice shakes, but Bucky keeps going. Hands on his knees, he straightens his back, bones cracking as he stands back up. “Buck, she’s gone.”

There’s a pool of blood in the snow, where he slammed down his knee. It’s bright and spreading out, infecting the area around it. “She’s not,” Bucky says. He can’t look away from the spot. “She’s down there. Gotta go get her.”

“Bucky-”

“No!” The scream tears his throat, burns like the fire raging behind them, and he finally looks at the other three men. Zemo stares ahead of him, face pressed against the cold ground. T’challa looks away, anywhere but at the desperate soldier. Somewhere, a bird cries.

“She looked for me,” Bucky continues, taking a step. And another. Guiding himself the way that will take him down the mountain.

Steve presses his lips together as Bucky stubbornly continues, staring at the ground in front of him as he tries to determine the best way down the cliff. “Okay,” Steve breathes, pulling the helmet off his head. He throws it in the snow, ignoring how the inside is painted red. “Let’s go.”

T’challa watches them go, leaning against each other as they clamor haphazardly around the cliff. They vanish into the white abyss, over a hill, and he silently prays for their success as he yanks Zemo to his feet.

It’s colder at the bottom of the cliff. Both men notice, shivering as they weave through dead trees and jagged rocks. Hard breaths create misty clouds in front of them as they move, taking one step at a time, their eyes wild and alert.

Bucky stops to lean against a white tree, the bark rough against his cheek as he takes a breath. Steve is just ahead, close enough to hear but out of sight.

“Bucky.”

Steve’s voice startles him and he pushes off the tree, moving toward the sound. His heart thumps against his chest, hopeful, and he spots Steve standing near a rock formation right where the land begins to slope upward. Steve’s back is to him, and he’s staring into the formation. As he gets closer, Bucky can smell iron, stronger than he ever has. Hanging on one of the branches jutting out from the cliff face, strips of black fabric blow in the breeze.

Red streaks pain the side of the cliff, kissing rocks and branches, leading a path toward the ground. Bucky pauses before he gets too close, steeling himself.

Preparing for the worst.

He moves closer, peering into the rubble. He sees one of your boots, abandoned, blood pouring out of it like a waterfall over a granite stone. His stomach lurches and his eyes follow the trail of blood. Black clothing, stained darker and wet, tears revealing the sticky, crimson wounds underneath. Then your face, your head back so your chin is pointed at the sky. There’s too much blood for him to tell if your eyes are open.

Bucky’s body feels like it’s being torn apart as he rushes toward you. Every second it takes to reach you is a second too long. He trips over part of a tree, barely catching himself in the snow. A rock slices open his right hand, the other screeches loudly as it scrapes the stones. He crawls, ignoring the burst of pain when his knee pops against a rock.

Your skin is cold, the blood smearing on his fingertips as he puts his thumb in front of your lips. Not the slightest puff of warm air kisses it. He shifts, his hip hitting the hard surface under him as he leans down and presses an ear to your chest. He can’t hold back the desperate, pitiful whimper that passes through his lips.

He sits up, just enough to look at your face again, his hands grabbing at your shoulders. Maybe, just maybe, if he shook you-

“Bucky.” It’s Steve’s voice that cracks this time, as he carefully maneuvers over the rocks toward his friend. “Buck, you gotta let her go.”

He’s crying. That ugly, pathetic sound that drags claw marks down the inside of his throat, the tears leaving clean stains on his ash and dirt coated face. He’s got you in his lap, lips pressed against the crown of your head, hands grasping at your jacket. Like if he holds your body tight enough, it’ll keep you from being gone.

A murder of crows bursts from the branches of a fir tree when he screams.

Steve has to look away, holding himself steady against a tree.

Snow crunches behind him, and Steve squints against the blinding white to where T’challa stops just a few steps behind. The men exchange solem looks, and Steve clears his throat to speak when Bucky calls his name.

Bucky’s looking at his lap, where one of your hands is clutched tightly in his. “Sh-she moved.”

T’challa moves past Steve, carefully climbing toward Bucky. “Let me take her,” his voice is hoarse, barely a whisper, as he gently scoops you out of Bucky’s lap. “Let me make this right.”

The king carefully cradles you against him as he starts back up the mountain. Bucky grips Steve’s shoulder as they lean on one another once more, following him toward the Quinjet.

#bucky barnes imagine #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes #bucky

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lovehelpmewrite · 7 years

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“A friend Steve; you have one of those right? Big guy? Metal arm?”

Title: "A friend Steve; you have one of those right? Bug guy? Metal arm?"

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader starring OFC!Ari, miscellaneous police cars

Word count: 2,038

Summary: tbh I don't even really remember, Steve and the reader are running from HYDRA and happen upon an old friends house where implied smut ensues I guess???

Warnings: A bloody nose, very slight fight scene, very light smut, smut implied, a lot of fluff and joking Steve

[A/N]: This is my fic for Bethtastic’s 6k follower challenge ( @not-moose-one-shots ) It’s also my first published Steve fic. Please enjoy, and feedback is greatly appreciated (good or bad feedback)

We ran down the empty suburban streets, dodging the spotlights of helicopters and trolling “police” cars. I spotted the house just as a helicopter above us switched on its spotlight. I grabbed Steve’s hand and tugged him as hard as I could to the right, towards the house. I pulled him with me to the sliding glass door I knew was in the back and slid it open, thankful that it was unlocked like she’d said it would be.

As soon as we stepped inside I closed and locked the door and pulled the blinds down over the glass. We both stood there breathing heavily for a minute, me longer than Steve. He looked around the grand kitchen that we’d stepped into. It was exceptionally nice, humongous, and well stocked.

“What are we doing here? What if the owner comes down and finds us here?” Steve asked, his voice low as I walked towards the pantry.

“Don’t worry about it, she’s a friend and she isn’t even here; she’s in Mexico City.“

“A friend?” He asked.

“Someone who won’t mind us staying in her house for a few days while we hide out, a friend Steve; you have one of those right? Big guy, metal arm?” I joked, jumping up onto the kitchen counter and eating a few grapes out of the nearby fruit bowl. Steve let himself smile for a minute before looking around.

“I’m going to go find a bathroom and shower and then we can talk about getting away from those guys.” I nodded in response and watched his pert ass sway in his tight jeans as he walked away. I kissed my teeth just as he left the room, crossing my legs and leaning back on my hand against the countertop.

“Damn shame…” I whispered, popping another grape into my mouth. Suddenly, the sound of a punch landing and the quiet click of a gun’s hammer being pulled back echoed around the room.

Steve backed into the kitchen once more, one hand up as he stared at whoever had the gun and the other hand holding a bloody nose. I was off the countertop in an instant, pressing myself to the wall next to the doorway to the kitchen, ready to take down whoever had the gun. As soon as the gun and hands of the person came into view I jumped forward, pushing their arms up as they fired before bringing my leg behind theirs and pushing them to the floor before I knelt quickly and pressed a knee to their throat.

As soon as I saw who it was I jumped off and threw myself back against the wall. “Jesus Ari, you scared the shit out of me!” I exclaimed. She sat up and rubbed the front of her neck and upper chest.

“Jesus, you couldn’t say hi before crushing my throat with your knee?” She mocked back. I stood, putting out a hand and pulling her up with me. Steve stood off to the side staring at the both of us, his blood slowly dripping onto his shirt and the floor.

“You couldn’t have chosen a different house?” Steve asked, finally gaining my and Ari’s attention. I smiled, letting a small laugh escape my lips.

“Sorry, Ari, this is Steve, Steve, this is my friend Ari,” I introduced.

“Sorry, I….I thought that you were Hydra, or some government agent coming to look for her or me or something,” Ari apologized.

“It’s okay, I think Y/N thought the same of you,” Steve joked, managing a smile even with blood dripping off his chin.

“Alright well, why don’t you two go upstairs and get cleaned up, again, sorry Steve. The bedroom with the big shower is upstairs and to the left, end of the hall,” Ari explained, “Try not to get too much blood on my carpet please, use a towel or something; and stay safe!” she called after us, winking at me as soon as Steve was turned around.

Steve trudged his way up the double flight of stairs using the bottom of his shirt to staunch the flow of blood from his face until he could find a towel. He gestured ahead of him when we finally reached the door and I swung it open easily, passing by the 5-star hotel worthy room for the equally beautiful bathroom for a towel. I reached into Ari’s bathroom closet full of plush white towels and grabbed one before walking back into the bedroom, watching Steve be in awe of such luxury. I chuckled and threw the towel at his chest, not surprised when he still caught it, even in his dazed state.

“The awe will wear off in a little while, in the meantime, I’m gonna shower and you can deal with your bloody nose.” I quickly turned on my heal before I caught myself staring at him again, shutting the bathroom door quietly behind me. I leaned against it a second and let out a slow breath before pushing off of it and grabbing 2 fluffy towels out of the closet and throwing them over the side of the clear glass encased shower. I slowly peeled off my sweat and dirt covered shirt, followed by my pants which pulled slightly at the still scabbing scar tissue on my thigh from a previous mission.

The sensation of my pants being stuck to the wound with dried blood and having to pull it off was less than pleasurable and needless to say, I was glad to finally get my old bra and cotton panties off and get into the spacious shower. I stepped to the side of the showerhead as I turned it on, not wanting to brave the cold water as it warmed up.

When I was finally under the tranquil pounding of the steaming water I let all the tension built up in my muscles start to melt away. I turned my back to the water, letting the powerful water pressure beat away at the muscles in my shoulders until they relaxed on my body once again. I helped myself to the assorted shower items sitting on a ledge in the shower, gently lathering the lavender shampoo into my scalp and sighing as I finally felt relaxed for the first time in days. As I let the shampoo sit in my hair I took the sea salt infused body wash and washing my upper body, taking care to wash away any leftover grime from the mission with Steve. I let myself enjoy the entire shower experience, even shaving my underarms and legs with a razor that was sitting on the shelf of shower items. Halfway through rinsing my conditioner out, there was a small knock on the door.

“Come in,” I answered, glad the steam of the shower covered the glass of the shower when I recognized Steve’s frame step into the bathroom.

“Ari said there would be clothes and a hairbrush and whatnot in this bag so I’m just bringing it in here for you, it’s on the counter.” I smiled, even when I couldn’t fully make him out I could see the quiet awkwardness that was Steve Rogers.

“Thanks, I’ll be out in a few,” I answered back, not keeping the relaxedness of my body out of my voice. He just murmured a small

“Okay,” before leaving the bathroom, the soft click of the door signaling his exit. I let myself stand under the warm stream for a few more seconds before sighing and shutting the water off. I wrapped one towel around my hair after wringing it out and wrapped one around my body.

I shivered for a second as the cold air outside the shower hit my skin before quickly drying all the remaining water off of my body and reaching in the back Ari had put together for me. Expecting the normal cotton panties I normally wore I reached around the bag surprised to pull out a pair of black lacy boy shorts followed by a black, sheer, unlined bra with the same lace around the edges. “Goddammit Ari,” I whispered.

I slipped on the undergarments anyways, not willing to get back into the sweaty, dirty, mess that was my under clothes from before. The underwear was followed by nothing other than a large men’s t-shirt that reached just below my butt. I sighed knowing what Ari was trying to do and just gave up fighting it. Who knows, perhaps something good would come out of it. I reached into the bag and retrieved a bottle of lotion, smoothing it over my legs and body before finally shaking my hair free of the towel on my head and brushing it. I used the given deodorant and closing the bag before giving myself one last once-over in the mirror, shrugging and then opening the door.

I threw the bag into the nearest chair and watched Steve open his eyes from on his place laying on the bed.

“Hey…” Steve trailed, watching my every move as I made my way over to the bed. I ran the last few feet and threw myself onto the bed, landing on my side. I smiled up at him before wrinkling my nose at him.

“You should really shower.” He let out a small laugh, getting up and grabbing a bag of his own that Ari had no doubt filled with an old boyfriend’s clothes. Steve’s shower lasted significantly shorter than I’m sure mine did, not even allowing me enough time to fall asleep.

As Steve stepped out of the bathroom, steam billowing around him in only a pair of boxers I was sure you could see the change in my face from tired to completely turned on. He seemed to not understand the fact that I wasn’t used to seeing so much of him; his strong chest, his thick thighs, his bulging biceps…

“The shirt didn’t fit so I guess I’ll be sleeping in this,” he explained, throwing his bag in the chair with mine before laying back down on the bed facing me on his side.

“That’s a real shame,” I managed to get out. Steve’s eyebrows furrowed.

“The shirt, I mean.” He nodded, his eyes searching my face carefully.

“Is it?”

“Hmm?” I asked back, not fully comprehending his speech when he was this close and this shirtless.

“Is it really a shame Y/N? Cause you don’t seem too upset by it,” Steve said, a slow grin working onto his face. “What do you really think?” He continued, staring into my eye challengingly.

“I think,” I started, swallowing and trying to gain back my words. “I think that I haven’t gotten to see this much of you very often and it’s pretty damn amazing. I think I want to definitely make out with you but if you don’t want to that’s complete-” I got cut off by Steve’s lips pressing softly to mine.

I lost myself in the kiss, not even noticing when he had moved so he laid back against the headboard and I sat in his lap. My hands traveled of their own accord, pressing my fingertips into his shoulders before grasping at the hairs at the back of his neck. His hands roamed over my back and down my sides, over my waist and hips before settling on my upper thighs. We both groaned aloud as I pressed my hips down onto him, breaking the kiss to breathe and press our foreheads together.

Suddenly there was the sound of something moving over the carpet near the door. We both looked to see a condom laying just under the edge of the door, Ari’s voicing ringing on the other side of the wooden door.

“Be safe!” And then the soft pat-pat of her feet running away quickly. I let out a soft laugh, closing my eyes and dropping my head into Steve’s neck.

“You could have chosen a different house,” He said quietly.

“Shut up.”

#bethtastic's 6k follower challenge #steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #slight smut #a dash of angst #and a ton of fluff #i hope you like it #feedback is much appreciated #good or bad #its my first steve fic #ella writes

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leigh-kelly · 7 years

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#brittana #hospital!au

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drabblesbabbles · 6 years

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Give It Back (What You Took Was Mine)

PROMPT: I want to read a small fluffy story where A and B are classmates/schoolmates, and whenever A needs/wants something (a tissue, earpiece, an effin’ McDonalds McWings), B is always somehow miraculously passing by and always has the item, and A just gets more and more intrigued and they become friends and fall in love

-or- 5 times ash takes something from jessie, and the 1 time she does

meet ash, resident bad boy

he’s willful, does what he wants whenever he wants to

stoic face, lazy movements, sharp tongue

wardrobe seemingly consisting of only bomber jackets and skinny jeans (slightly ripped at the knees, of course)

attends his classes, but never seem to listen to a word the teacher says

and he unsurprisingly barely knows his own classmates

oh! he is also very irresistible to women

so when a random girl had offered him a pen out of nowhere, ash may have reacted a little harsher than necessary

“a pen?” he scoffs, shifting his gaze from the pen to look at the girl. “that’s supposed to flatter me?”

“what? it’s for the pop quiz, you dimwit,” she grits out

he blinks, turning to the front and indeed, written boldly across the board, were the words “ART HISTORY POP QUIZ”

“but if you plan to fail this class, then be my guest,” the girl muses, putting the pen back into her pencil case

“no!” he blurts. “uh, um, i need a pen”

he receives an amused look from the girl which makes him avert his gaze slightly, bringing a hand to pull at his earlobe

she lends him the pen anyway, to which he takes gratefully

at the end of class, he returns her the pen and thanking her again

“by the way, how did you know i didn’t have a pen?” he muses

“you come into class every day with nothing but your phone and wallet. of course, you don’t have a pen”

“oh,” that makes sense. then, a teasing smile pulls on his lips. “been paying attention to me, huh?”

the girl scoffs and rolls her eyes. “you wish”

the next day when the girl sits beside him in class again, he greets her with a teasing smile, commenting on her wanting to be in close proximity to the school’s bad boy

“ive been sitting here since the start of the semester, idiot”

II.

the next time the girl, jessie – ash learned her name during attendance-taking – helps him, is when ash is being hit on by some girl from the cheerleading team, and he can’t stop sneezing

“could you get lost? my nose ‘bout to drop-off if i sneeze one more time” he snarls, rubbing at his nose

the cheerleader blanches for a moment, clearly offended, before masking her expression with a sickeningly sweet smile. she hops off his table and waves at him before turning to leave

a packet of tissue lands on his table when he keeps rubbing his irritated nose

he looks up and spots jessie, amusement adorning her face

“ugh, thanks,” he grunts, pulling out a piece of tissue from the packet. “her perfume was really ‘bout to make me lose my sense of smell”

jessie just snorts and shakes her head in amusement

III.

ash is at the cafe near campus, buying his daily dose of caffeine, when he realises he doesn’t have enough cash on him

“fuck,” he curses under his breath, digging through the pockets of his jeans for the third time as if a 50 cent coin would miraculously appear

he fumbles about for a moment, smiling apologetically at the cashier, who only watches him as he struggles

it’s thats when the bell by the door jingles, and ash turns to see jessie walking into the cafe

“jessie, hey!” he calls out, quickly pulling his hand out of his pockets and fixes his posture. “what brings you here?”

she narrows her eyes at him, looking between him and the cashier then it clicks, and ash doesnt really like the smug smile tugging on her lips

but he’s desperate for coffee because he has a paper to write tonight and god knows he wouldnt be able to make it through without some coffee

shoves his pride up his ass and asks. “um, do you have 50 cents to spare? i’ll pay you back later”

she laughs at him, bright and loud, but pays for the drinks after adding her own cup of coffee to the order

the pair takes a seat and falls into an easy conversation

it’s surprisingly comfortable, considering they only properly met last week during the pop quiz incident

she doesnt throw herself at him like every other girl on campus, and he doesnt find the need to put his guard up around her

they talk about this and that, and when ash throws flirtatious comments out of spite, jessie retorts with a scoff and an insult ready on her tongue

and it’s just so easy

and it’s not his fault that he finds jessie attractive

and it’s not his fault that he thinks it’s a little intriguing how she seem to always have what he needs

and it’s not his fault that a couple of days later, he finds himself harbouring a small crush on the girl

IV.

the fourth time jessie comes to ash’s rescue is when he’s starving

he had missed his alarm this morning so he didnt manage to grab something to eat in the morning, and there’s too little time in between his classes to run to the canteen for a quick snack

it’s already 3pm and he feels so hungry, and art history has never been more boring than it already was

his stomach growls loudly and he groans, banging his head against his table top

he here’s a familiar snort of laughter to his left and throws the person a deadpan look, scowling a little

it earns him a chuckle but he ignores it, going back to staring resolutely at his shoes and will for the time to go faster

a paper bag suddenly slides into view and he perks up in interest

he picks the bag up and peeps into it

he’s surprised to say the least and very very amused, because in that bag, there��s a box of nuggets, and he quickly shuts the bag before the teacher catches the aroma and kicks him out of class

he turns to his left again and sees jessie wearing a big smile on her face

“why the fuck do you have chicken nuggets in your bag?” he whisper-shouts across the aisle

“eat it, it’s from lunch so they’re still good”

“what about you?”

“just take it, ive already had breakfast. and if i were to hear your stomach growling again, i might just dissect your body to shut you up,” she says, grinning

he doesn’t question further. instead, he indulges in the chicken nuggets. discretely stuffing them into his mouth when the teacher has his back to him, and tosses a few to jessie only to see her scramble to catch them

the pair muffle their laughter behind their hands

and if the other students think it’s the first time they’ve seen ash with a bright smile on his face, they don’t say anything

their friendship develops quickly and it’s unsurprising, really, when the other students see them dancing around each other

it’s the resident bad boy after all, irresistible to women and all that crap

ash wouldve thought that with the rumour going around about ash dating, that the girls would finally leave him alone

but clearly he’s proven wrong because now he’s trapped by his locker, a cheerleader – monica, was it? – clinging on to his arm

he sighs exasperatedly for the nth time in five minutes when the girl flutters her eyes at him

up close, he could see her false eyelashes barely clinging to her lashline and how her foundation is a little cakey

it’s funny really, and being the “notorious bad boy” he is, he opens his mouth to speak – tell the girl off for looking so desperate, and to fix her make-up if she’s planning to even woo the janitor

but he doesn’t manage to get a word in before a loud but familiar voice yells his name from down the hall

thank fucking god

it’s jessie, running down the hall and swiftly avoids crashing into the other students. she holds a paper in her hand and stops directly in front of him, not sparing a glance at the cheerleader

“Mr Lee wants to see you,” she pants, waving the paper in his face

“what about?” he asks, finally pulling his arm away from the cheerleader

“you failed the test. he’s going to have your head.”

he’s about to voice his disbelief but jessie is already tugging on the sleeves of his jacket and pulling him away from the lockers

they walk towards the liberal arts department, only stopping by the studios, and it’s definitely not where the staff offices are

“Mr Lee didn’t actually call for you,” jessie says, gaze fixed on her shoes but ash notes how the tips of her ears are tinted slightly red

“so, i didn’t fail the test?” she shakes her head. “oh, thank fuck.”

he straightens then, curiosity got to him when jessie still doesn’t look up or say anything

“then, what was all that for?” a shrug, head ducking further and ears turning redder

it clicks then. and it’s really really not surprising. not when their bickers have turned a lot fonder, and their subtle touches have lingered a lot longer than necessary

“oh~” he sing-songs, a smirk playing on his lips already. “why did you come running down the hall then?” another shrug.

“did jessie wanted to pull me away from little ms cheerleader? she was quite pretty, you know?” a scoff, but it got her to raise her head a little and ash confirms that she is indeed blushing

“hm, maybe i should –” “no!”

he smirks and takes a step closer. “why not?”

“b-because…” she starts, hooks her fingers through the belt loops on his jeans, tugging lightly so they’re a tad bit closer. “because why would you go to her when…”

“when?” he muses, lifting her head by her chin so he could see her face. with their close proximity, their eyes cross a little when they meet.

“when you have me, fuckface”

he grins triumphantly

BONUS!

“how come you’re miraculously always present when i need something?”

“i dont know, maybe im your knight in shining armour”

“mm,” he hums, intertwining their fingers together. “there is one thing you took from me though”

“what is it?”

“my heart”

it earns him a hearty laugh and a playful shove that makes him stumble a bit

“hm, i think i’ll hold on to it for awhile longer,” jessie muses, a mischievous glint in her eyes, and he squeezes her hand once in affirmative

he could deal with that for a long time

#ash is a loser #hes like 5% bad boy 95% a mess

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