coat of arms of the holy see

Dean really likes the new coat.

Like, really likes it.

He likes the way it sits across Cas’ shoulders, fitted and tight but not so tight that it bunches. It tapers in, just a little, at the waist, and when Cas holds his arm in just the right way, Dean can see the holy-hot-damn curve of his bicep, lightly defined, even through the fabric.

It’s a bit longer than the old one, and it’s got this really, really damn nice flow to it when Cas walks around. There’s a weight to it.

Dean likes the fabric, too. He likes the darker colour, the way it looks next to the new, blue tie. He likes the heavier feel, the way the canvas catches on the calluses of his fingertips.

What he likes most, though, are the lapels. He likes how damn… grabbable they are. He likes – he loves – fisting his hands in them, curling his fingers into the thick fabric and yanking Cas in.

He loves holding Cas in place, just so, and kissing him within an inch of his life.

A Rough Ride

Summary: I have a slight obsession with Dean’s thighs. This is pure porn to let me fantasize about that.

Word Count: 1500

Warnings: smut, thigh riding

A/N: This is gratuitous and shameless, and I’m not even sorry. Hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it! Tagging some people who commented that they’d like to see this at the end :) XOXO

It was his thighs.

The rest of him was perfect. Both the Norse and the Greek gods would be jealous. Dean Winchester was tall and strong, broad shoulders, biceps that stretched the sleeves of his t-shirts, and a face so beautifully, ruggedly gorgeous you often wondered if he’d sold his soul for it.

But it was his thighs that got you.

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blazing arrows | pt. 2

❝The majority calls me Cupid, but, you can call me Jimin—I believe I owe you some debts for a mistake now long overdue.❞

⌲ genre: fluff, angst, future smut, & supernatural, au.

⌲ member: jimin feat. jungkookie

⌲ word count: 4101

⌲ warnings: future mature content & shit tons of swearing.

↠ description: Stuck in what seemed to be unrequited relationship with Jeon Jungkook who just so happens to be in committed relationship with someone else as well, your heart was fragmented beyond any repair. So what exactly happens when you enter your room at 3 in the morning to find the culprit of your hellish misery, counting his gold-tipped arrows on the foot of your bed—wings outstretched and all?

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“If you think you’re forgiven, then please,” you pointed the spoon at him, “think again.”

I already told you,” He whined, plopping down on the high kitchen chair with a pout, “I didn’t intend to hit you with that arrow. It was supposed to hit the ones beside you but the abundant amount of rain falling down that day made it very hard to see.” He rested his face on the heel of his open palms, cheeks rising in exchange, “And to make things even worse than they are, I didn’t expect Jeon Jungkook to drag you up the bus, because the next thing I know, boom, my arrow hit you.”

It had taken quite a while for you to actually warm up to the idea of him—of Cupid being real—that it had taken up three whole hours for your brain to actually process the idea of Jimin being legit that you hadn’t really noticed the sun faintly rising on your bedroom window if it weren’t for the fact that Jimin had stopped in the middle of what seemed to be his twenty-fourth repetition of his explanation as to why he had exactly showed up at three in the morning in your bedroom.

“Please don’t make me repeat myself anymore after this,” He sighed, melancholy taking over his features as he stared at the horizon through the window, “Yes, I am honestly Cupid. Yes, I committed a grave mistake when my arrow pierced through you when it really wasn’t supposed to hit you. Yes, it is my mistake—a truly honest mistake of mine—as to why you’re suffering from endless utter heartbreaks from Jeon Jungkook. Yes, I actually came down from my own comfortable haven to fix the mess I created out of my own stupidity because honestly, I just can’t stand back and watch you helplessly try to heal something that can’t be undone unless I help you. So, please, if you’d just give me the benefit of the doubt, let me fix you.”

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Snapshots, Part 2, Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader

Prompt: Reader and Lin share their second date. Lin’s brain is worried that his heart is already too invested.

Words: 1657

Author’s Note: I really wasn’t sure if a second part was ever going to come out, but I really enjoyed writing part one and have hit a bit of a block with my other prompts. SO here we are! Hope you enjoy! Might visit this prompt more later? Who knows.

Warnings: Cursing, probably.

Askbox | Masterlist | Part 1

Anyone who knew Lin in the slightest bit knew one thing for sure about him: he was horrible at keeping his cool.

That became rather evident to you exactly one hour after you departed from the diner, your phone vibrating incessantly on your nightstand. Text after text flooded in.

You groggily reached over to silence it, falling back into bed and immediately falling asleep.

You slept on and off throughout the day, either curled up in bed or on your couch with your laptop perched on your lap. While it was your day off, you did like to stay on top of e-mails and up-to-date on any announcements.

You were an assistant to some higher up who drank too many coffees and had too many suspicious late night meetings with a woman named Stacey for you to really like him. But, the job paid well and he no longer sent you on boring tasks just to fill the time.

He expected a lot out of you, and trusted you to do some heavy lifting. You were very grateful you hadn’t visited his regular dry cleaners in over a year. This is why you had to do some casual work from home, to keep your position as his ‘go to girl’.

After answering the last email, you finally decided to glance at your phone, silently perched on your armrest.

14 new messages.

You typed in your password and started scrolling. There were a few normal ones. Your mom confirming your weekly lunch date. The group chat you had with some college friends to keep up to date with any major happenings was on full blast. Someone had recently been engaged, so you’ve been avoiding that group like the plague - knowing you were the only one without a ring on your finger.

6 unread messages from Lin.

Jesus Christ.

I Google’d where you should take someone on a second date. It said to go on a ghost tour? I say we do anything but that.

I just realized you’re probably sleeping.

I’ll stop now.

BTW. The diner was totally our first date. No take backs.

Alright I’ll be quiet now.

MINI GOLFING. It’s like regular golfing, but it’s small.

You giggled at the final suggestion, pausing for a moment to think of something clever. You blanked, completely enthralled that you had not only gone on a date with him less than ten hours ago, but he was already insistent on another one.

Mini sports are my specialty. Name a time and place, I’m all yours.

The day after a show was always a time for reflection for Freestyle Love Supreme. They’d all go out to lunch - It was Chris’ turn to pick, he wisely chose a Ramen joint - and argue incessantly about who was the best the night before.

“Shock - brilliant as always.” Anthony ‘Two Touch’ gave kudos. Shock nodded appreciatively in between slurps of noodles.

“Can we all take a moment to talk about the most impressive display we all saw last night?” Arthur cut in, “Subway Girl.”

Everyone cheered in agreement - all throwing Lin shocked looks. What did the Subway Girl see in him?

“What happened with that?” Anthony pushed, everyone leaning forward in anticipation of some juicy details.

Just as Lin opened his mouth, his phone buzzed in his pocket. He immediately unlocked it, grinning to see your reply.

“Speaking of Subway Girl.” Chris told the group, glancing over Lin’s shoulder at the text, “Did you text her six times?”

The group all let out groans, taking pity on Lin’s dumbstruck expression.

“What, what’s wrong with that?”

Everyone tsked at his naivety, Lin was still so uneducated in the realm of relationships.

“That’s desperate, man.” Bill informed him. “Shows you’re too interested.”

“No. That’s not how she took it.”

“How do you know that?” Bill shot back.

“Were going out again tomorrow night.” Lin smugly confirmed, shooting you a text with a time and place. “For your information - I am really interested. I want her to know I’m really interested. I hope she’s really interested in me too. If texting her six times in a row is desperate than I am the most desperate motherfucker in the entire world.”

Chris smirked at the defensiveness, remembering a time when they had had a similar conversation when Chris first started dating his wife.

Is ten minutes too soon to call her again?

Do you really like her?

Way too much.

Then you should have called her five minutes ago.

The nearly 48 hours you spent apart was complete torture for the both of you, and you were relieved to be riding in a cab knowing Lin would be at the other end of the ride.

Lin was waiting by the entrance on a bench, legs jiggling and, as usual, his hands were stuffed in his pockets. He quickly stood as you approached, unsure if tonight would be like the one before now that there was an official label.


“Hello.” Without anything else to do, he saluted you, just as you had a few nights before. You giggled as you saluted back.

Tension broken.

As the night wore on and the sun began to set, you began to discover many new things about Lin. He still lived in his old neighborhood just outside of Washington Heights, a few doors down from his parents. He drank coffee like his life depended on it. He was very bad at mini golf.

“Just aim for the hole!” It was the final course - 18th hole. Par 3. You were desperate for any sign of improvement.

“I’m trying!” He whined, swinging his putter wildly. Finally, he succumbed to just kicking his ball into the hole, ending the misery that was watching him poorly attempt a golf stroke.

“What are you good at?” You questioned as he dipped down to retrieve his golf ball, just as you did fifteen minutes ago when you sank yours after three hits.

He stopped for a moment to think, his eyes scanning the mini golf course. He lit up, reaching for your hand.

“I’ll show you.”

After returning your putters and golf balls to the front desk, he tugged you along to the arcade.

The smell of pizza and the sound of screaming children clogged your senses. The blinking lights were overwhelming and you suddenly felt like a child again. You fought the urge to dominate the skeeball machine - just as you had as a kid - and instead let him pull you to the gigantic claw machine tucked away in the back.

“You’re joking.”

“Don’t question my gift. I didn’t ask for it, I just do as the God’s command.” He snatched his wallet from his back pocket, forfeiting the three dollars the machine required.

You had never seen him so focused, eyes trained to the moving claw as he controlled the machine before you. He moved around, getting just the right angle. You laughed as he aggressively pushed the down button, sealing his fate.

He backed away as the claw made a slow descent on a teddy bear in the corner. You gaped as the claws wrapped around its torso, lifting it up and towards the shoot.

How did you do that?” You cried as he retrieved the bear, a confident grin spread across his face as he held it out to you.

“Sold my soul.” He shrugged as you held the bear close - a token of what appeared to be your second date.

“Whoever got your soul definitely got the short end of the stick.” You balanced the bear on one hip, like a child. He groaned, holding his hand to his heart.

“Ouch. That hurt.” He grinned as you absentmindedly tugged the bear a little closer. “To think I wanted a third date.” He lead the way out of the arcade, back into the cold crisp air of the city. the sun had long made its descent and only the aged streetlights lit the sidewalk.

Cars passed by, headlights a quick flash as you and Lin stood, neither wanting to go home.

“Wanted? Past tense?” You inquired, breath visible in the air.

“Now I’m not so sure. If only I could be convin-” Your hand found the lapel of his coat, using it to guide your lips to his.

He smiled into the soft kiss - completely unrushed as if you would have a lifetime to continue sharing them. His presence against yours was warm, a nice contrast to the harsh cold air against your face.

He pulled back before he got carried away, a second longer and he wasn’t sure he could restrain himself.

“Alright, I’m convinced.” You weren’t sure when his arm had made its way around your waist, but his firm hold was keeping you grounded, “When can I see you again?”

“Tomorrow night?” You proposed.

“Holy shit, I honestly don’t know if I can wait that long.” He sighed, “I’ll try, though.” His troubled eyes concerned you.

“Speak your mind, Miranda.” You urged.

“I just-” He hesitated, scanning your face and the small, comforting smile you provided, “I’m very nervous that one of these nights you’re going to realize how dumb I am.” He breathed a laugh, cutting the tension of the sentence, but the truth was there.

“You are many things Lin-Manuel, but dumb is certainly not one of them.” Your words didn’t seem to offer much comfort, “I can’t be sure as to what you’re feeling. But I can tell you that you and your stupid freestyle rapping has me hooked. I’m not gonna question it, I’m not gonna push it aside. I’ve never felt like this before and it feels good.”

He took this in for a moment, squinting in search of any falsity. When he found none, he pulled back with a smirk.

“Alright, let’s get you a cab so I can call you in five minutes to set up our third date.”

You called him in three.

Classified 14

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Doctor!Reader

Warning: Swearing, Death, Heart Break, Angst, Fluff, violence and hostages//Take Over.

A/N: If you want to be tagged just let me know!! Feedback is always loved.

Rule One of being a doctor, don’t get over attached to your patients.

Well that rules been broken.

Rule Two of being a doctor, don’t date your patients.

But what if he has blue eyes and a killer smile that make your insides throw a dance party when he’s near you??
Rule Three of being a doctor, don’t ever loose focus on doing your job, nothing comes between you and your career.

See comment above… was the smile mentioned? Or that he’s Captain America?

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Take me Y/N

Hello love bugs! I just need to say thank you so much for all the love from Take me Howell. So I decided to flip the tables and make Dan the drunk one and you the one dealing with him.

Dan X Female Reader
Warnings- ⚠️swearing, drunk, mentions of smut.

It was honestly a pretty boring day. Dan and Phil were at meetings all day so you had the apartment to yourself. You already did everything you like to do when your alone. You watched the next episode of the thing you are all bingeing together so you can watch the boys reactions to the surprises. You made food that only you like for supper. Lastly you listened to what ever kind of crappy music you wanted to without anyone bitching about how terrible it is. Now you were sitting on the sofa flicking through channels when you hear a crash at the front door. Automatically you jump into action readying your self with the closest object as protection. This happen to be a lighter from all of Phil’s candles, but it was going to make do. As you creep down the stairs lighter in hand you can start to hear voices. You can’t make it out but one is definitely trying to whisper yell. Just as you ready yourself Phil and Dan burst through the door in a flail of arms and coats. You calm your Kung-fu stance relieved it’s just your boys.

“Holy fuck Phil I can handle my own thank you”. Dan says with a flourish of his arms until his coat hits the floor. “See I’m a grown ass man who can handle shit”. This is said as he walks over top of the coat ignoring the fact he should really be picking it up.

“Hey boys”. You say softly trying to still feel out the room. Dan was obviously drunk but you couldn’t tell if Phil was or not.

“Thank god”. Phil was pushing past Dan up the stairs to you to say he looked flustered would be an understatement. “Free wine at meetings mixed with free drinks at a pub because doing Business in London requires it, makes Danny boy drunk as a skunk”. Phil says with tiredness in his eyes. “After the meetings we saw some friends we knew at the pub and it all went down hill from there. With all my love I officially pass the buck to you. He’s all yours”. And with that Phil walks past you to his bedroom to get some much needed sleep. No one likes to be the babysitter in these situations. From looking at Dan you can tell this is a situation where you need to go in with a soft voice but firm instructions.

“Hey love, did you have fun tonight”? You have never seen Dan this drunk before. Of course the two of you have been buzzed together. There was that one time you came over here drunk looking for sex. Other then that this was a first.

“Oh baby I had a great time”. He says making his way slowly up the stairs. “Meetings were meetings but then we saw some of the guys at the pub, and things just took off from there”.

“I’m glad you had fun but did you forget about setting a limit for yourself”? reaching your hand out to try and get him to grab for the last few steps.“

“I did and then I said fuck it. You only live once Y/N”. Dan is officially on the landing with you. Even as a mess he still towers over you making you feel small.

“Well I’m glad you had fun. Let’s go get you to bed. We will get you changed, watered, and tucked in”. You say as you squeeze his hand leading the way up the next steps”.

“I like all of this babe, but I insist we put a little sexy time in between those steps”. He says giving your ass a stinging slap. He was usually forward in when he wanted sex but this had a different tone. “ I want to bend you over and fuck you till you scream my name”.

“Okay”. You say trying to put a quick stop to this. “I’m telling you right now that sex is off the table”. You had to be quick in laying down the law. A small pout forms on Dan’s lips. He had very different plans for how this evening was going down.

“We will see”. You could almost see the wheels turning in his head. You were never really one to turn down a good romp session. Dan was going to try and play this to his advantage. After what seemed like you guys were climbing stairs in a freaking tower and not the three story flat, you finally make it to Dan’s room. You start the search for his pj’s in the drawers. Dan on the other hand decided it was time to serenade you on the piano. This was always like a babe magnet. “Stop trying to impress me, and come and get your clothes on”. You knew his tricks. He forgot who was the sober one and who wasn’t. 

 “Why would I change when all I want to do is undress myself and you”. He had the biggest shit eating grin on thinking he was mr.smooth. At this point you decided it was time to use your mommy voice and just get shit done. 

 “Take. It. Off.” You say while holding the pyjamas outstretched in your arms.

“Damn, fine”. Dan says giving into the instructions. Before you know it he is finally changed. You have definitely baby sat children who didn’t take this long to change.

 “Crawl into bed and I will grab you a water”. You say exiting the room. By the time you come back he is in his bed waiting for you. “Here drink some of this. You will thank me in the morning”. You say handing the glass to him. As Dan gulps down the water you start to dress into your pyjamas, then crawl into bed beside him. You could tell he was finally starting to very slowly sober up.

 “So is sex still off the table because I think I could manage”. He wasn’t even attempting to hide his little smile. He didn’t know how freaking cute he was.

 “Unfortunately we will not be having sex. We can however cuddle”. You say as You motion for Dan to rest his head on your chest. He obliges and gets comfy. You loved to run your fingers through his hair so you started to pet his head. “Good night my sweet drunk boyfriend”. looking down at him you realize Dan however didn’t hear you say that because he was fast asleep.

cuddling with boyfriend!chen was requested so why the fuck not !!

- coming home after a long ass day that never seemed to end while clocked ticked so slowly you wanted to rip it off the wall
- jongdae lazily sitting on the couch as he sees you with a pout across your features
- “you tired?”
- “no you fucking mango this is my daily expression”
- soft laughter filling the place as jongdae walks over and takes off your coat for you whilst leaning a bit closer
- after a nice peck on the lips he whispers that it’d be a nice idea to cuddle rn
- him taking your hand leading you up the stairs, glancing back at you ever so often bc holy shit you look like you could collapse any second now
- laying down on the bed as his arms wrap around you gently, hot breath tickling your neck
- but oh fucking no you aint having that
- “get your mouth away from my neck or i will castrate you”
- “… well damn”
- cuddling seemed all fun and games until he started twitching and moving
- you nearly kicking him off the bed bc fuck you just wanna sleep
- in conclusion cuddling with jongdae is nice until he stayed still for too long

restaurant cook/prep cook prompts
  • I work as a cook at a restaurant and you’re the new waiter/waitress and I’m frustrated cause you’re cute but we hardly interact

  • I’m new here and I’m amazed at how fast you twist and turn to get stuff done in the kitchen (cue the “oh no he’s /she’s hot!”)

  • Our friends know eachother and we’re all hanging out and I catch a glimpse at your arms and wtf happens to you why do you have so many scars?! “I’m a cook.”

  • I’m a waitress that has liked you since I started but I’m worried cause you’re always here? Do you ever go home? You’re here when I come in and still here after my shift.

  • I’m new and at first you seemed super cold and mean but then a friend told me how much responsibility rests on your shoulders and I can’t help but admire how serious you are now.

  • I’m supposed to shadow you and learn the ropes of the kitchen but damn I can hardly keep up and I feel like a klutz. I know where nothing is and I’m slowing you down but you’re super nice and patient about this want to get something to eat later?

  • I’m the new dishwasher and you’re a prep cook and holy balls the restaurant is getting slammed and you help me out like a descending angel of mercy how are you so good at this I thought you’re a cook? “Everyone starts somewhere”

  • The restaurant we work at is attached to a hotel and there’s a wedding reception we’re catering to and usually I only see you in work clothes but now you’re dressed to serve in a waist coat and everything and damn you have a nice ass.

  • I don’t smoke but I join everyone at the back doors for a breath of fresh air and for once you’ve left the kitchen and standing back there too so I take the chance to talk to you and now we have a date.

  • I started a couple weeks ago and everything’s fine until a hot pan touches my arm. Holy fuck does it hurt and there’s no first aid here?! But you sit me down and where did you get that?! “I’ve been here long enough and hurt myself that I keep my burn creme and bandages in my locker.

  • (Can be connected to the previous one) Our mutual friends have us over to hang out and I bump you’re bag and a crap load of medical supplies fall out buT WAIT THERE’S A HUGE KNIFE WTF “I’m a cook and this is my work bag.”

  • Rule one, always call out when passing someone. I break rule one and we both end up running into eachother full force, and wow I didn’t mean to grab you like that.

  • I’m two inches too short for this kitchen and you come over to help me out but no I’ve got this…. Would you please grab that for me?

  • My shift is done and I’m on my way out but I hear you cursing someone name and swearing profusely. I come over to investigate only to fine you fighting with one of the ovens which you’ve named how cute are you.

  • I’m your roommate and I know you can cook why the hell do you eat so little/junk food?? “I work with food all day I’m sick of looking at it/don’t want to make anymore.”

  • (Also connected to the last one) I come home to find you eating mac and cheese and watching cooking shows and critiquing the food dude really? “Just cause I can’t afford to cook like that doesn’t mean I dont know how”
I’m Not Running From You

Pairing: Sister!Reader

Words: 1,591

Request: Could you do a little one shot where cas hears the reader having a nightmare but instead of waking her up he goes in her dream to fix it. Thanks! – Anonymous

Author’s Notes: I sure can, anon! This is actually part two of last week’s fic. I hope you all like it. Title taken from The Kill by 30 Seconds to Mars. Don’t forget in send in any request! – Haley xx

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I was having nightmares every night. Well, more like night terrors. Flashbacks to Hell. Waking up to one of my brothers shaking me and covered in a cold sweat. It’s been doing on for months now and I can’t stop them. At the end of every dream, the bright light that pulled me out from Hell is the last thing I see before waking up to worried brothers and a painful ache coming from my scar.

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Bittersweet Collision

Being  the school’s nerd is surprisingly fine, since everyone doesn’t give a fuck about you. By means of it, they don’t mess with you. They just leave you alone and you’re good. No messing up, just peace and serenity.

Being one was normal, since you had the brain of your mom who’s a lawyer, and the working hands of your father who’s a famous and world-known surgeon. And with them having the highest paying jobs and known for their success, they expected bigger from you, and it wasn’t that much of a hassle since you got every piece of intelligence from their genes.

But one thing they didn’t know, you didn’t want to be like them in the future. Seems unrightfully, but it’s the truth. You didn’t want to lose your social life and waste your time to something you’d be busy enough to finish. You didn’t want money, you didn’t want fame and you didn’t like having all the attention attract on you.

What you wanted to be, a passionate musician, is what your parents disapproved. So you had no choice but to hide behind their backs, save all the money from everything they give to you and tell white lies.

Shaking all the nonsense thoughts, you walked through the hallways, books tightly gripped in between your frail arms. You pushed your glasses back up on the bridge of your nose and walked. Trying to find your locker, in which you did, you sped walk to it, only to be bumped roughly by a hard figure. You fell to the ground, your books falling together and scattered around the black-lined floors.

Huffing, you stood back up to your frame and looked back to see the boy rushing away without a word of apology leaving. You wanted him to learn a lesson — so you did one thing that you were so confident of.

You quickly grabbed the thickest book you had and threw it in his direction, directly hitting him on the back of his head hard, making him trip and tumble down the floor. Grinning wickedly, you piled your books, left them on the side and sprinted to the boy.

“Oi, you fucker. Get the fuck up.” You crudely told, as you took off your glasses and placed it in its case. You switched weight on your foot, turning your bitch mode on, hands on your waist. The guy, who’s still on the fucking floor, slowly stood up and turned around, giving you the brightest of blues in your mind. Fuck you thought, he’s beautiful. Keeping your act, you clenched your fist and kept your stature.

“What do you want, nerd?” He growled, but you didn’t get the best of it.
“Apology, douche. For making me fall to the ground while I carried a ton of pounds of books in my arms!” You seethed, but all he did was just smirk.
“Luke Hemmings.” He simply introduced, but still you weren’t content.
“Apologise.” You commanded, but he shook his head and played with his lip ring that you only took notice of when he bit his lip.

“You know, I wouldn’t do that to a girl like you…” He trailed off, taking advantage of this moment to look you up and down. “And why is that, Mr.-I-don’t-give-a-shit?” You asked, calming yourself down a bit. You really didn’t want a fight but this guy, he’s really coming up in your skin.

“Because you’re too weak to defend yourself.” He rudely remarked, smirking in victory as if he knew he won this game.

But, holy fuck, he didn’t know who he was talking to.

Tilting your head, you took this moment to check him out; Blonde hair quiff, cobalt eyes, light scruff on the chin and reaching up to his pinkish cheeks, Black Nirvana ripped shirt, leather coat and ripped skinny jeans — tough bad boy look? Eh… He looked fine, but not fine enough for your liking.

“Like what you see, sweetheart?” He spoke, pride high in his heels. But still, you were not going to let him win. “Too… Rugged.” You told him, crossing your arms over your chest. “But I still want the apology.” You said. And yet, he still didn’t give up. He shook his head and stepped closer to your small height, towering you.

“Baby, it wouldn’t be that easy.” He seductively whispered, creeping his arms around your waist and pulling you closer to him, like the last proximity wasn’t enough. “Why wouldn’t it be?” Your hands, placed on his hard chest.
“I need your name.” Luke said, sneakily placing his hand close to your bum.

And yet, you didn’t back away. You felt adrenaline rush through your blood, since you both were having a game of seduction in the middle of a public area. Since, you were in the hallway, you’re shocked to say that looking around, you both were invisible as people continued walking and not seeming to care about your game.

“Well, daddy…” You teasingly purred, your fingertips trailing his collarbones and up to his jaw, shivers and goosebumps running behind your small treasure hunt. “It wouldn’t be that easy, too.” You told, pushing him harshly away from you and taking the book from the floor quickly and walking away.

You heard wolf whistles and howls behind in which you didn’t care. But before you completely left a big mark in the back of his mind, you turned around and spoke in your most innocent, but yet, sensual voice.

“It was nice meeting you, Luke Hemmings.” And with that, you continued your way to your first class.