i got a shirt too c:

first impressions - peter parker x reader

w/c: 838

warnings: none!!

Could you do a peter x stark!reader where he comes over to get a look around and the ( homeschooled ) reader walks in in a croptop and tony complains like “ you know I don’t like you wearing that shirt bc it’s too ” and she interrupts notrlly caring “ revealing Ik ” and grabs an apple and turns to a nervous peter and says “ sup hot stuff ” and bites it then winks and leaves ? You can finish the rest. Sorry it’s so specific ❤️ 😂

a/n: i got this request ages ago and i really loved it but i just got the motivation to do it so here it is! i hope you all enjoy!

Originally posted by hardyness

To say Peter was nervous to visit the Avengers compound was an understatement. Especially because this time he would actually be getting the tour, not just brought in for five minutes to be offered a job as an Avenger. As he rode in the car with Happy on the way there, a million thoughts rushed through his head. What if I break something? What if I go into an area that I shouldn’t go into? What if I accidentally say something rude to one of the Avengers? And then, as if his anxiety couldn’t get any worse, he remembered that Mr. Stark had a daughter that lived at the compound: you.

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fubuki  asked:

bakugou "freshmen rep, #1 entrance exam, #3 quirk test, #3 class grades, doesn't want to be associated w/ troublemakers" katsuki: YOU'RE A NERD!!! ASSFFFDSSFF Why is he like This??

there are so many different ways i can respond to this:

  • Katsuki “king of denial” Bakugou
  • Bakugou is an enigma wrapped in a blanket of semi self-awareness and covered with a heavy layer of complete and total denial
  • “DIE!!!!!!!!” Bakugou screams as he gets perfect grades on every test and canonically avoids cigarettes/drugs/etc b/c they could get him into trouble and goddammit he’s not gonna fail UA b/c some dumbass delinquent brought in illegal shit and got the smell on him
  • Mr “all my casual clothes are black skull t-shirts” probably alphabetizes his homework 
  • he probably wears his pants 3 sizes too big and so goddamn low and refuses to wear his tie just so people don’t make the mistake of assuming he’s a huge nerd. even tho he is
  • i’d be willing to bet that he’s the type to finish all his homework before 8pm the day he gets it b/c he’s exactly that studious, and he actually has a fucking normal sleep schedule b/c he never has to worry about late work and knows it’s important for physical health and growth. what the fuck. what the fuck.
  • what a fucking nerd

On my bus you never know what’s going to happen
1. There’s a guy who sits in the back, we call him the Candy Man. Nobody knows his real name, I don’t even think the bus driver does. He brings two bags every day. One full of his school supplies, and another full of candy. During the bus ride, he’ll throw candy at random people.
2. Our bus driver is an old, insanely sweet old lady. She’s amazing and I love her to death but she has no backbone. She yells at the kids when they’re wayyyy too crazy, but they yell back and then she gives up. Recently, she’s been throwing paperclips at us.
3. One afternoon, it was really hot and the A/C was broken so everyone was hot and sweaty. One kid yelled at the bus driver to turn off the heat, she said sorry she couldn’t control the sun. The kids reaction was to take off his shirt. Then a ton of other guys followed, and then pants came off. Long story short, by the time I got off the bus, over half of the kids were in their underwear and one boys clothes had been torn off his body by the jerkface kids in the back.
4. One morning, a guy yelled “WHO WANTS BREAKFAST” and everyone cheered so this kid started throwing waffles, pancakes, packets of syrup, handfuls of cereal, cereal bars, packets of oatmeal, water bottles, and bread all over the bus.
5. Every Friday, about 15 kids work together to draw a giant p*nis across all the windows
6. There’s a phone throwing competition once a month where all the kids throw their phones at the bus driver. Whoever wins escapes a write up because all the losers of the competition cover for them.


Summary: Y/N and Peter have been best friends since childhood, but when they enter middle school, Y/N joins the popular crowd and leaves Peter behind.

AN: this may become a series lol

Peter Parker x Reader

// Masterlist //

Originally posted by gryffinclaw-in-wilde-times

I ran as fast as I could and hid behind a tree. I peeked from the side to see if he was following me and saw no one. He was right behind me. I thought. I faced back and waited for Peter to call out for me. I went to peek behind me again. Nothing. I turned back and -


“Ah!” I let out a high pitched scream. Peter Parker was hanging upside down from a low branch and laughing his brains out. “Peter! That wasn’t funny!” I crossed my arms.

Peter swung down from the tree. “Oh, come on Y/N. You have to admit that was pretty funny.” He gave me a grin, showing off the loss of his two front teeth.

“For you.” I said, still pouting. I turned around and walked away from Peter. 

“Hey! Y/N! Wait!” Peter yelled out. I stopped and waited for him to catch up. He stood in front of me. “I’m sorry for scaring you.” He looked down at his shoes.

“Okay!” He looked up and I gave him an equally toothless grin. “Let’s go play another game! I’m thinking…tag! TAG YOU’RE IT!” I tapped his shoulder and ran off, laughing. 

“I’m gonna get ya Y/N!” 

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1pen1knife  asked:

I'm sorry but all I need is for the whole pjo crew to meet the mcaga crew and piper is the one that looks at them and the first thing she thinks of is who likes eachother. Like I'm sorry but I need them (them being feirrochase and blitzstone) to awkwardly talk it out with the pjo crew

don’t worry bro i got you

  • ok so magnus is visiting camp half blood with sam, alex, hearthstone and blitz
  • b/c i mean like who wouldn’t want to see the magical camp 
  • (I’m wearing my chb shirt while writing this omg)
  • and percy and magnus have already met from when they needed his help 
  • so they get there, after a long car ride of arguing over whose baseball team is better between magnus and annabeth and percy agreeing with annabeth 
  • but magnums dads back him up
  • and alex totally does too b/c i mean she’s a magnus baseball fan ok and she threatens to kill percy and everybody goes silent b/c these demigods can’t die over and over and be back for supper? 
  • so its really awkward for a second 
  • and i mean alex did just offer to kill percy in honor of magnus and his baseball team
  • annabeth grins breaking the tension with ‘you can try but its gonna be hard’

  • when they get to the camp nico stares for so long and will and jason are hanging out with him 
  • and piper is talking to kayla and austin how nice 
  • annabeth and magnus are still talking about baseball 
  • and alex walks behind magnus and just plops his head on top of magnum’s because he’s tall enough to and he can 
  • so he’s awkwardly walking behind magnus just leaning on him so weird but very domestic 

  • blitz is great friends with lacy automaticaly and hearth just stands by until a kid runs up to him and starts signing 
  • and this fucking little kid is so happy because nobody here knows sign language but chiron and he’s not always here 
  • now hearthstone, blitz, magnus and sam are all signing to him and he’s so in love with them 
  • and magnus translates for alex duh 

  • nico is still fucknig staring so creepily but i mean 
  • ‘they’re fucking dead Will what the fuck jason go fly up to a tree with them and drop them i want to see what happens will they still be dead?? will they die and not be here??? are they ghosts??’
  • and will is like ‘or you could go speak to them’
  • Jasons just like i got this and picks nico up b/c no way is he walking over there alone, 
  • “my uh, friend, here wants to know wether you guys are dead or not’ 
  • will is trailing behind laughing his ass off 
  • and alex is straight up salty to them like ‘are you dead? thats not a nice thing to ask excuse you’ 
  • jasons just baffled b/c I’m mean that was rude it was a valid question 
  • and piper is here now like ‘my bf meant to ask are you dead?’
  • ‘oh yeah we are’ 
  • than piper goes ‘and your bf?’ referring to magnus
  • and alex just says yeah b/c he docent notice  
  • (the whole car ride back magnus is grinning like so I’m your boyfriend huh
  • ‘fucking shut up maggie you’re so dead later’)
  • and nico is just wow ok this is the first other lgbtq+ people he has actually met and they’re a couple so he jumps out of Jason’s arms and stands next to Will holding his hand so much more confident in himself
  • (jasons jealous so he also holds nicos hand ok) 
  • and wills grinning proud af b/c this is so rare and nico’s confident right now ok its amazing 
  • and ‘what about you guys are you dead?’
  • ‘no but were together as well’ blitz says looking magnus dead in the eye to be all fatherly like you aint fucking getting away with this without talking to us about it ok 
  • and hearthstone is too busy to read lips just still grinning at magnus and alex  

anonymous asked:

what are your favourites of dae's outfits? i personally really like his styling during last year's fanmeets and tour

Yes I agree with you!!!! Those were good times ah~ Okay here are a few of my favourites~

My ABSOLUTE FAVOURITE is when he wears super ripped jeans and a tank top or a tshirt… so D’slove was kadsfjlghfkdgjsl everything because I mean…

Speaking of tshirts and ripped jeans hIS LOOK ON RADIO STAR

Akslafgjhdklsffdjgf before I kill anyone here is The Really Cute Light Blue Sweater from Extraordinary 20s

And lets’ not forget the sweater from I Love You:


AND EEEPPPP HIS SWEATER FROM WE LIKE 2 PARTY IS ANOTHER I LOVE that colour of green is my favourite okay aklsfskdfj



And ahhh this blue oversized shirt ; ; there was also a black version but ahh i am too lazy to finddd

His all blue outfit for We Like to Party was also greaaaatttt

Also the blue-grey hoodie he wore in Let’s Not Fall in Love ; ;

Annnddd enough of the sweaters !! Let’s not forget probably almost every concert outfit he had during Alive era b/c woooooooooooow. I’ll just leave you with this one~


And this similarly daengerous outfit grrr (cr. to dae-gelina for the gif kaldgfajdfs)

ANd silmilarly how he looked during that nongfu promotion ajsdghfdklfad


Originally posted by sofiatherese92


And during that one vlive for BIGBANGAtoZ aklgjfdhlksff especially b/c gd filmed this masterpiece

Originally posted by dae-gelina

And the outfit he wore in the vlive before the Actual Full MADE Album was released eeeeee

And that outfit from Last Dance akdsjfgdhklfs idk why but I love it okay

And idc what ya’ll say, I liked that floral shirt he was wearing at the D-day Release Event okay !!!

Same with that purple shirt/jacket/thing he wore for Frau Magazine !!

His 2016 Gayo Daejun outfit also needs to be mentioned because I lurrrvveeddd itt no this was not an excuse to add seungri shhhh okay yes it was alksjhgfskldf

And I’ll end with this outfit because i cannnnn

Originally posted by kimseongkyu

Hopefully that answered your question lmao. There might be more outfits, but ahhh I figured this was enough kalghkdjsf

anonymous asked:

c: Hiii, this is very silly but what would the reactions of UT Sans & Papyrus and Underswap Sans & Papyrus be if when their human S/O got home they immediately undo their bra from under their shirt, toss it at the skeleton and flop down on the couch because they're exhausted beyond belief?


Thanks, bra-h. This is pretty bra-mazing. I guess you could say he’s having the breast time right now. Maybe doing this was a mistake. Too late, he’s wearing it on his skull like they’re some sort of goggles. Why are you dating this man.


He lets out the silliest squeaking noise you’ve ever heard a skeleton make. Don’t think that attempting to fluster him will keep you from having to pick up after yourself!! He throws the bra right back at you, shrieking the entire time. Take care of your own undergarments–as frilly & alluring as they are, they are not his responsibility!!!


Wowie, this kind of makes him like Napstaton, doesn’t it? After all, now they’ve both got fans throwing their undergarments at them!! It’s a really stupid joke, but it makes you laugh anyway. He considers it a “trophy.” Good luck getting that back.


Hey, thanks. He doesn’t even try to move it & just lets it lie there. If you try to take it from him he’ll hold it out of arms reach. Nah, this is his now. If you really want it back though, maybe you can bra-gain for it? Heh.

Whenever you want | Jordan Parrish Imagine

request:  I really need some Parrish smut 😥

word count: 1076

warnings: smut, swearing, hot deputy Parrish, office sex (?)

A/N: i immediately had this idea when i read the request, so i hope you like it! :)

It was already getting dark when you decided to walk over to the police station. You knew you had to talk to Sheriff Stilinski about what you just found out. You knocked on the front door of the station hoping that Stilinski was still there. „Y/N?“, a familiar voice asked. Of all people who could’ve opened the door, it was Jordan Parrish. „Hi Jordan, um, is Sheriff Stilinski here?“, you asked while you still couldn’t look at him. The memories of last night were burned into your brain. Yesterday you had walked through the woods as you suddenly saw a naked man carrying a body. You went closer hoping you could recognize the man, but now you wished you had turned around and had gone home. When you were very close to him, you saw that it was Parrish, showing you everything. „No, he’s searching for a body, but he should be here in a few hours. Do you want to wait?“, he asked and you nodded. You had to wait because if there was another body Stilinksi should know who is taking the bodies. „Umm, Jordan? Can we talk?“, you wanted to know. „Of course, Y/N. What is it?“ You pointed at his office and he understood. You sat down and he smiled. „Is it about last night?“, he asked. You nodded in response. „What do you actually remember about last night?“, you asked him. „Um, I went for a walk and I saw you and… I was naked?“, he uttered. „Yeah, well, Jordan, you are the one taking the bodies“, you explained shyly. „Are you kidding me? I’m taking the bodies? B-But why should I do that?“, he stuttered. You made a clueless face. „That’s what we should talk about to Lydia“, you said and smiled. He stood up and so did you. Heading in the direction of the door, Parrish suddenly grabbed your wrist. „Are you afraid of me?“, he whispered only leaving a small space between you two and you could feel his body heating up. You shook you head still staring into his brown eyes. His lips crushed against yours, sending a shiver down your body. First you were shocked but then you replied to his kiss by opening your mouth and letting his tongue slide into your mouth. His hands wandered down you body while your kiss got intense and lustful. Jordan’s right hand found its way to your butt and squeezed it, before picking you up and placing you on his desk. Your right hand was on his neck while the left hand explored Jordan’s toned chest. You started to slowly unbutton his uniform, presenting his muscular body to you. Jordan pulled away leaving an unknown emptiness in your mouth and he stripped of your shirt and your bra while lustful inspecting you body. „You’re so beautiful, Y/N“, he whispered against the sensitive skin of your neck. Your hands found his belt and simply unlocked it before moving down his pants together with his underwear. Suddenly you noticed that Jordan was already at your breats, slowly drawing circles around your nipple with his tongue. „Jordan“, you moaned when he softly bit into your nipple. You made your way down to his already hard member and started to pump it with your hands. Parrish was now working on your other nipple and let out a loud groan and he noticed your hands at his cock. He let go of you just to make you kneel down in front of him. You didn’t wait for him to say something before you started licking along his big member. You teased him by slowly circling around his tip before putting it into your mouth. Jordan pulled a fist of your hair to get into your mouth deeper. You started to pull his member in and out causing the deputy to moan and you used your tongue to play with his dick. After a while of moaning, Jordan mumbled: „Y-Y/N, I’m gonna-a… cu-um“ You nodded and started to get even faster while his cum filled you mouth. You swallowed it and smiled as he pulled you up and gave you a passionate kiss tasting his own cum. He placed you on his desk again but this time onto your stomach. When he spreaded your legs you could already feel his cock between your legs but he pulled it away just to replace it with his tongue. He started licking your inner thighs while harshly rubbing your clit. „God, you’re already so wet, Y/N“, he whispered, his hot breath meeting your warmth causing you to shiver. He directed his tongue up your labium until he reached your clit drawing circles around it. You moaned having a hand in his soft dark blonde hair. His lips moved up reaching your neck again. His hands moved to your breasts softly caressing them while nibbling on your sensitive skin, leaving marks. „You ready?“, he asked while moving, so that his member was placed at your entrance. You nodded waiting for him to fill you up. He circled around your entrance before finally entering you. You moaned while getting used to his length. „Holy shit, you’re so big, Jordan“, you murmured against his lips causing him to press them against yours again. Your lips moving in sync he slowly started thrusting into you. Jordan was still massaging your breasts and he could feel how hard your nipples had gotten. You wanted Jordan to go faster but you weren’t able to speak because of all these moans. „Jordan, faster“, you managed to say between two groans. His pace got faster and you heard his hips slamming against your ass. He felt your walls tighten up against his member just as you said: „I-I can’t… I’m c-cumming“ He kept thrusting into you giving you the best and longest orgasm ever. After a while he came too and mixing with your cum. He pulled out and smiled. You laid on his desk, his things thrown all around the office, trying to find your breath again. Jordan was already taking back on his pants when you got up. „You were great“, he complimented you. While putting your shirt back on, you said: „We can do this again whenever you want, deputy“ „Sounds nice“, he mumbled and kissed your swollen lips before you left the room smiling. You didn’t do what you wanted to do but you did something a lot better than this.


G: What do you think? Now I’m jungle ready AND looking good!
H: *scoffs* Ya, if sweating buckets and looking like a dork is the new En Vogue.
G: No one asked you, Pataki.
H: No one had to ask, I’m performing a public service here. That things an atrocity to mankind and a health hazard.
G: *rolls eyes* Arnold, what do you think? Cool right?
A: Um, Gerald… Helga has a point.
G: Man, you’re supposed to support me as my best friend!
A: No, I’m supposed to keep you from doing something crazy. You could get heat stroke like that in this weather!
G: Tch. Phoebe! What do you think?
P: I think you look quite nice actua-
H: Her opinion doesn’t count.
G: What? And WHY not?
H: She’s biased. Completely blinded.
G: Blinded by WHAT?
H: That’s classified information. Now can you just wear your freaking t-shirt and get rid of that thing already, ya chucklehead!
G: What, no! Do you know how long I’ve been wanting this limited edition sweatshirt for? This is the best compromise I could think of after one of the sleeves ripped off and a huge tear was made in the side of it!
A: *sighs* … Gerald.
H: Look Geraldo, I’m not gonna get slowed down on this little mission of ours just because YOU decided to be an idiot and collapsed from the heat. Either you change into your t-shirt and get rid of that thing, or I pound you until you do. Your. Choice!!!
G: Alright, alright!

In which I once again got carried away with something silly. The crop top idea is all @farkledagain ‘s fault btw. And it started b/c I was a little surprised by Gerald still wearing his sweatshirt in the jungle in that one screenshot we got from Craig. It looks like it’s pretty thick too. I suppose, now that I think about it, it could just be night time lol. Either way I like poking fun at my children so no regrets. 

Also I imagine Arnold would ask his parents if they could help him get Gerald a new sweatshirt after they’re back home as a thank you for helping out and b/c he’d feel guilty about it having been ruined.

And sorry for the lack of stuff lately, been working mainly on shortakiweek stuff and i can’t share that until it’s time to.

Is That My Shirt?

A/N: Requested by @radxxregs . I have decided that flirty Bucky is my favourite Bucky and that I also got way too into this. It’s still a little shorter than I would’ve liked but it was fun to write! I hope you like it my dear c: 

Prompt: “Is that my shirt?”

Warnings: None just light teasing and flirting

Words: 956

Originally posted by justcuchu

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Cartoonz: “So how many cats do you own?”
Bryce: “C-cat..? I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m.. I’m allergic to cats man.”
Cartoonz: *points*
Cartoonz: “Your shirt is literally covered with cat hairs.”
Bryce: … !
Bryce: *turns around and tries to discreetly brush the hairs off*
Cartoonz: “Hey its okay, I’ve got a cat too. A lil pest but I love'em.”
Bryce: … ///
Bryce: *cries*
Bryce: “I have seven! I can’t stop myself!”
Cartoonz: “Holy shit, are you starting a collection?”
Bryce: *quietly*
Bryce: “.. yes.”

His uneven breathing

Request: When will you write another part of Mycroft? Don’t lie to me, I know your thoughts *angrily staring* I think it should be like… Two or three months later, he can’t stop thinking about her. One day he’s back from work and founds her in his bedroom, no sights of break-in or that someone actually ever entered there. She’s just sitting there in her PJ’s like it’s the most normal thing in the world.

A/N: I changed the lot a little bit. But I hope you will like it anyway.

Originally posted by jayfantasyatyourservice

With heavy sigh, Mycroft left the car that drove him from airport. After three weeks of being in Geneva, man wanted nothing more than sit in his chair with chocolate cake, glass of whiskey and a movie to ease his mind, which was hard, taking the fact that (y/l/n) was still out there, with not even Sherlock being able to find her. Yet man wasn’t sure how to feel about this whole situation. It was almost six months since her escape from the prison, and Mycroft found himself still thinking about that day. The smoothness of her skin, the way her feet stroked his leg… and the gentle pressure of her thin, soft lips against his…
Man shook his head, getting rid of the thoughts, which were haunting him almost every day since her escape. With heavy sight, he walked the last few steps to his house and opened the doors. His nose was instantly hit by the smell of paint and new wood. Furrowing his brow Mycroft entered the household expecting some kind of note from his brother, yet he found none, at least not in the hallway, which definitely changed. The carpet was new, just like the wooden panels on the walls, along with the wardrobe and cupboard, on which laid glass bowl, in which he almost on instinct put his keys. Everything in the hallway looked good, that for sure, but whom did that, was beyond his mind. Was it Athena? Or maybe was it Sherlock, who found himself new hobby, when his older brother was away? No, definitely it wasn’t that. Leaving his coat and briefcase by the doors, Mycroft stepped further into the house, making his way to the kitchen, only to stop dead in is tracks at the sight of whom was in the said room, sitting by the kitchen island, which wasn’t there when he left, with cake by their side and his cup, definitely filled with tea, reading something that seemed to be the decorating catalog.
Hearing sharp breath, (y/n) looked up and smiled at the sight of shocked Holmes, looking at her with his mouth open and wide eyes, looking at her and the newly renovated kitchen.
“You are back.”  She stated with wide grin, getting up from chair and walking to the stove, on which she put the kettle and turned on the oven on her way to the cupboard. “You could’ve called. Now you will have to wait for dinner.” She took the cup, also new, and put tea bag in it. “I honestly thought that you will take another week, but it’s good, it’s good. I wasn’t sure what to do with bedroom, so you might at least help me out, catalog is on the island.” She walked to him and to his upper shock, kissed his cheek, standing on her tiptoes. “Welcome back.” This have awaked him from his state.
“What are you doing here? Why are you here? Is this my pajama’s shirt?” He took a slight step back, now taking in her whole form. Her (h/c) hair were now died and cut short, which looked nice on her, also she was bare foot… she actually had only his shirt on her, sleeves a little too long for her, and the bottom of the shirt covered her to half-length of her thighs.
Seeing his gaze maneuvering on her body, (y/n)’s grin got bigger and she turned around, going back to the cup she left on the countertop, swaying her hips on her way, and almost laughing feeling his gaze on her, and hearing his uneven breathing.
“I thought that you were more intelligent than your brother.” Mycroft furrowed his brow at that. “I am hiding, love. And where would it be better than in a house of the ‘British Government’ himself?” She jumped a little, sitting next to the cup and swaying her legs, which made Mycroft look up, away from her legs. “Besides, I missed you, Mr. Holmes. I felt the connection between us, back in the prison, like we really did bonded. Can you look at the catalog?” His gaze automatically landed on a said thing, still lying on the island.
“Bedroom furniture?” He looked back to woman, whom jumped back to the ground and took the kettle, pouring the hot water into the cup.
“Yeah. Your bed is not really comfortable, and it needs to be repainted. I thought about dark red and brown, but it might be too dark. On the other and, what goes well with light wood?” She was babbling, all the time taking care of his tea. Man walked behind her, still not sure why he didn’t alarmed anyone up to this moment, yet before his thoughts went any further, (y/n) turned around and looked in his eyes with cup in her hands. Her eyes gleaming with emotion he haven’t seen in them yet. “I finally got to the conclusion that we should paint the walls beige and get the furniture with light wood, but the bedsheets should be brown.” She passed him the tea which he carefully took a sip off, his eyes widening slightly at the taste. She made it perfectly.
Walking around him, (y/n) took the cake and put it into the fridge, before she took her own tea and drank it, looking at the clock on the wall above him.
“Sit down, the food is ready.” Saying that she turned the oven off and pulled the food out of it, which turned out to be casserole with broccoli and chicken. “I hope you will like it, it’s the first time anyone will eat my cooking. I’m quite anxious tight now.” When she put the casserole down, Mycroft took his chance and caught her wrist, making her turn to him.
“Why are you in  my house?” Smirking she put her free hand on his cheek.
“And why you didn’t informed anyone about mine whereabouts? I told you before. I felt connection with you.” She straddled his laps, dumbing her nose against his. “We are both clever people, too clever for this world. And both lonely, with only few to entertain us before we go back to our cold, empty houses, where there’s no one but us and our demons. We are much alike, Mr.  Holmes. And I like it with us.” She bowed her head and captured his lips with hers. Shiver run down Mycroft’s spine, making him let go of her hand, which she used to caught him by the back of his head, pulling him closer her herself, her legs doing her best to tangle around his waists. Reacting to his instincts, probably for the first time in his life, Mycroft pulled her closer to himself, embracing her, his lips moving fiery against hers. When she pulled away, he instantly followed her lips, pecking them and pulling her closer. His head was spinning. How on earth was she able to do such things to him, without even trying?
“I have something for you.” She murmured, standing up and catching his hand, pulling him up the stairs, to his bedroom. This made alarm in Mycroft’s head to go off. The rest of his morality screaming at him, for what he is doing. Yet before he was able to do something about it, she already closed the doors behind them, and walked to the bedside table, from which she took a pendrive. Taking a deep breath, she turned to man, handing him the small device.
“There’s a virus. One of mine man wrote it. Once put into any computer, with internet access, will automatically erase me from any files, not only in England, but on the world… I will be not existing.” Mycroft looked at the device, and then back at her. “I give it to you. What you do with it is only your choice. You can try to put me back in prison, then I can guarantee it, that we won’t see each other… never again.”
“And you expect me to believe that? Why?”
“Because I am a woman of my word.” She walked closer to him and took his free hand in her both and put it to her heart. “And I can guarantee you, that if you choose me, then I won’t let you feel lonely anymore.” Taking a deep breath, Mycroft took his hand away from her and left the room.

Mycroft felt his headache nearing with every passing minute he was in his parents’ house. Rosamund sitting by the table, next to him and drawing with crayons something that looked like a dragon… or maybe it was Sherlock? He wasn’t sure. Hearing laughs coming from the kitchen he got up and walked there, peaking through the doors and John and his mother chatting happily with a woman sitting by the table. Coming further into the room, his eyes meet with the (e/c) ones of a woman, to which he walked to and kissed her check, not paying attention to his mother, nor his brother’s friend, and put his hand to a small dump on her stomach.
“Is everything good? Or should I rescue you?” Laughing at his whisper (y/n) shook her head and kissed Mycroft’s cheek.
“Everything is just fine, Mycroft. I would never been better.”

Night Swimming // Teen Wolf Theo Raeken x Reader

Sorry if it becomes bunched up and not have spaces (For some reason it didn’t work with my last few images)

As always requests are open don’t be afraid to ask!!

Requested by: @ryleeroseb4


(Y/n) rubbed her eyes,  just waking up from the tapping noise coming from her window. “Theo what the hell are you doing here at,” she paused and looked at her clock,“ At one in the morning .”

“Open the window,” he whispered. “Fine only this one time,” the (h/c) haired girl rolled her eyes, opening the window to let her best friend in,“ Now what do you want? And why are you in your swimsuit?”

“Let’s go night swimming,” Theo smiled,“ I found this really cool lake in the woods that we should check out.”

“It sounds dangerous,” (Y/n) frowned,“ You sure it’s safe?”

“I’m not sure but it will be fun,” he rubbed his neck sheepishly. “If I get hurt or if I die I blame you,” she shooed him out,“ I’ll get ready just wait for me.”

The (h/c) haired girl sighed, getting changed into a (f/c) bathing suit, throwing on a big tee shirt over it. She silently opened the window.

“Theo?” She hissed, looking the the boy who had dirt on his face,“ I leave you for a minute and you already made a mess.”

“Hey,” he put his hands up in defense,“ I just got bored and started playing around and I fell into the bush.”

“Then explain why your hands are full of dirt,” (Y/n) pursed her lips,“ Lets get going you’re wasting my time.”

“Okay okay,” he starting walking into the woods behind her house,“ Love you too.”

(Y/n) blushed,“ What are you talking about?” “Well you are my best friend aren’t you?” He asked, looking at her. “I kinda wanna be more,” she muttered, pushing a branch out of her way.

“What was that?” He asked, already knowing what she said due to his supernatural hearing. “Oh it was nothing,” (Y/n) shook her head.

“We’re almost there,” Theo pushed a branch away, revealing a beautiful lake that the moonlight lit up perfectly. “It’s beautiful,” (Y/n) whispered, stripping off the big tee-shirt.

“Well?” Theo raised his eyebrows. “Well what?” The girl asked. “Aren’t you going to jump in?”

She thought to herself for a second before pushing her best friend in the lake. “Is it cold in there?” (Y/n) snickered once the teen’s head popped out of the water. “Nope now come in!” He shouted.

(Y/n) smiled before running and jumping in. Once she popped up she was freezing. “What the hell Theo you said it wasn’t cold,” she complained.

“Um it isn’t?” He lied horribly,“ I’ll help you warm up.” Theo swam closer to the girl, pulling her close to his chest.

“Theo what are you doing?” She looked up at him, a blush clear on her face. “Something I probably won’t regret,” he whispered, slowly kissing her.

(Y/n)’s eyes widened before closing and sinking into the kiss. “You’re such a sneaky dog,” she whispered, pulling back from the kiss. “Hey all I said was that we were going night swimming.”

anonymous asked:

Iwadai as freshmen in college and they just moved in together and they're a mess, dirty dishes pile in the sink, empty beer bottles litter the tables, take out boxes are scattered on the floor, multiple pairs of sneakers lay haphazardly on the floor, and they either run out of laundry to the point where they're wearing each other's clothes or someone messes up the laundry and their clothes become too small but "hey i got class in 5 minutes so this shirt may be way too tight but fuck it"its great



CLYDE: This was the best day ever, I’m so glad I got these pictures.

CLYDE: I laughed for like an hour, and then I cried for an hour afterwards because I laughed too much.

CLYDE: Craig got absolutely SPRAYED in coffee. His shirt got ruined, but he saved his hat. Even then, you can still smell it on him to this day.

Gifset(18+) Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Lots of smut with a hint of plot

A/N: @koreaisanaddiction wanted a JKxReader smut bc she “read all the good ones.” So I decided to use my creativity and writing skills to my advantage in order to help her. I (J)hope you enjoy, especially you, Yeri!

     I was scrolling through my Tumblr when I stumbled upon a gifset of my roomie, Jungkook. He looked so hot in the gifs, and it didn’t help that the poster put “Jungcock[drooling emoji x3]” as the caption, along with the fact that I had a huge crush on him. “Goddamn. He’s so fucking hot. I just want him to ugh… fuck me,” I thought to myself. “No, this is wrong. I cant be thinking about my fucking roommate like this,” I told myself. But I simply couldn’t help it.

     The gifset made me sopping wet. Jungkook wouldn’t be home for another hour or so, so I figured I had time to masturbate. I set my laptop on my nightstand and pulled off my shorts. I reached my hand down into my panties and dragged my finger along my slit. I was so wet already just from the gifs. I took my middle finger and slowly pushed into my entrance. “Mmmmm, Jungkook…” I moaned his name as I slipped another finger inside me. I started to rub my clit with my other hand, moaning loudly as I started pumping my fingers in and out of my pussy. 

     I felt my orgasm approaching and quickened my pace. “F-fuuuucckkkk, Kook. Ah! Mmmmm, FUUUUCKK!” I screamed as a wave of pleasure washed over me. I sighed and breathed heavily, slowly coming down from my high. 

     “Damn, Y/N…” I heard a voice say. I looked over to see Jungkook, standing by my door, sweating and biting his lip. I frantically pulled my hands out of my panties and started to slide on my shorts. I had pulled my shorts up to my knees when Jungkook said, “You won’t need to put those back on, Darling,” in a sultry, seductive tone. My eyes widened and I froze. “W-what did you just call me?” I asked, shocked. He walked over and crawled onto my bed, right above me on his hands and knees. He put his face up to my ear and whispered, “I know you like me, Y/N. And, to be completely honest with you, I like you too. I feel like I’ve hit the jackpot today, seeing you fuck yourself to the thought of me.”

     Jungkook brought his head back to face me, and proceeded to attack my lips with his. We both got really into it, our fingers tangled in each other’s hair. I brought my hands down to the hem of his shirt, indicating that it needed to come off. He broke the kiss and pulled off his shirt, throwing it into the corner of the room. I decided it was only fair that I take off my shirt too, so we were both shirtless. He fiddled with my bra and unhooked it, throwing it somewhere in my room. 

     He started massaging my breasts, licking and sucking on them. “Damn, Y/N. Your tits are so fucking beautiful. Just like you,” he said. “Mmmmm, Jungkooook…” I groaned. I put my hands onto his belt and started fiddling with it. I looked up at him. “C-can I?” I asked bashfully. He nodded and I undid his belt and he got up and kicked off his jeans. I started rubbing him through his boxers. He grunted from the contact. I pulled his cock out from the peephole in his boxers. The tip was bright red and dripping precum. I licked my lips and swiped the precum with my thumb, using it to help lubricate his dick. I started pumping it and caressing the underside with my thumb, making him gasp and squirm. “F-fuck, Y/N,” he groaned. I took him into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the tip. I put my hand down and started massaging his balls, beginning to suck harder on dick. “Y-Y/N… I’m gonna cum if you keep doing that,” he moaned. After a couple moments, I felt his dick twitch in my mouth. “Yah! Y/N! Fuuuuuuuuuuckkkk!” he yelled, pushing my head down, forcing me to take all of his cock and making me gag.

     Hot semen gushed from his cock and down my throat. As he yanked my head off of his length, I gasped for air. Jungkook collapsed on top of me, breathing heavily. “Y-Y/N… That… was… excellent… Th-thank you…” he gasped between labored breaths. I smiled at him, tousling his hair. “We should do this again sometime,” I said warmly. 

anonymous asked:

since we got possessive Harlos, can we see some possessive Jaylos?

I don’t see Jay or Carlos being possessive, but I think Jay would definitely flaunt their relationship as much as possible.

 - one night, Jay convinces Carlos to give him a hickey - just one, C, please? - and Carlos agrees, but does it on Jay’s chest, where no one will see. But surprise, surprise, Jay wears only v-necks for the next week, or zip-up shirts that he keeps too low

 - Carlos does not allow Jay to give him any marks that people could see, nothing on his neck or arms or shoulders, but Jay steals all of Carlos’ shirts one night and only leaves a single top in their dorm. Carlos walks around school with number 8′s tourney jersey, with Jay written across his back

 - Jay would go to class naked if it was permitted, but Carlos doesn’t like to give more than pecks with other people around. If they’re alone in a classroom or in the library, Jay will start moaning and grunting and Carlos is all “knock it off, people will think we’re fooling around” but Jay just keeps making these sexual noises even though his boyfriend is on the other side of the table and it’s hilarious how Carlos’ face gets as red as his shirt

 - Evie likes to make all of their clothes, so Jay slips her a little extra money to make Carlos’ pants just a bit tighter and his shirts a teeny bit smaller because he will flaunt his boyfriend’s perky ass all over the halls

 - after every tourney game, Jay grabs Carlos from the cheer squad, pulls him to the field and does the whole ‘dip and kiss’ thing for the entire school to see

Draw your fave character in your fave/outfit youre wearing right now.

I love that shirt sm I wish it fit me better.

The One in Which You’re Sugar and He Is Buddy // l.h.

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summary: drunken, you’re left sitting propped against a fence on the sidewalk, until a stranger stumbles over your legs. 

It’s been hours since the party started, and all the drinks and games have left you a curled up mess against a fence. Your eyes are drooping and you’re so damn tired, but in the back of your mind you can hear a voice telling you to get the fuck up and find a way home. But your body doesn’t want to listen apparently, because it does not move one inch.

You sigh, then giggle.

Then you hear, above all the pumping music, footsteps approaching. Someone has left the party and is walking home. You can see their tall figure marching your way. The sidewalk is narrow as it is, but with you sprawled across it, it is no surprise the stranger stumbles over your stretched out bare legs. A few curses leave his mouth as he regains his balance and stands above you.

You look up.

The stranger looks down on you, a look of confusion etched on his face, which then turns into worrisome. Your view is beautiful, you think. The way the boy has his eyebrows scrunched up, his eyes, his lip ring, the sky above him, the stars scattered across it. You may be drunk, but your heart still knows what beauty means, and this—this is definitely a masterpiece—carefully and messily crafted.

The stranger crouches down in front of your body as you struggle to sit up, shifting yourself so you’re leaning against the fence. He smiles at you, and his smile—it is not one of any negative or judgemental undertone; it is careful, genuine. It is beautiful, just like himself. His hair is a blond mess, strands flying across his forehead, a beard adorning his jaw. His eyes hold the sky of happy days, you can see them, even in the dark.

“Are you alright?” he asks, weaving a hand through his hair. There is no laughter in his voice as he is not making fun of you. It is rather soft and laced with a smile. “Where are your friends?”

You choose to ignore the first question. “They left.” Your voice is barely above a whisper, but he somehow manages to hear you, despite the loud music and all.

His brows raise. “Well, do you have anyone to take you home?” His eyes roam over your body, taking the goosebumps on your arms in. Surprisingly, he doesn’t linger on your naked legs from the daring outfit your friends forced you into, which earns him even more points.

No, you think as a response but don’t voice it out loud. This is not you. You have never been drunk before, but tonight your friends made you drink with them, claiming it was finally time for you to loose your “al-ginity”. You are a good girl, one that chooses not to drink for specific reasons, a girl who doesn’t dance out of the line.

Tonight you feel betrayed, stamped on, dirty. It is one thing for your friends get you drunk, another for them to leave you all by yourself.

“Here,” he says and shrugs out of his flannel, before draping it over your shoulders. His hands run over your arms gently. “I can call you a cab, get you home safely.”

It may be the alcohol, but for whatever reason your eyes begin to water as he offers you this. You’re a total stranger to him and somehow he’s still got enough kindness in his heart, to help you out. “Hey hey hey,” he shushes you, “It’s gonna be all right. Don’t worry.”

You nod, because what else are you supposed to say? That he’s much nicer than your very own friends? Or that your emotions are over the top right now and he’s not helping at all? “I don’t have any money for a cab,” you slur.

His lips broaden into a smile again. “That’s all right,” he assures, sticking his hands into his bum pocket and fishing a worn out wallet out. “I’ve got…a total of five dollars. Damn it.”

His words make you cry harder because you think you will never get home. “I—I don’t want to d-die!” The stranger begins to chuckle then, teeth buried in his lower lip as he tries to hold it in. “Is not funny!” you snap at him, but it comes out in a slur. The hand you raise to slap at his chest wobbles in the air before he gently clasps it in his.

“I’m not laughing,” he says, laughing, “I swear.” He’s so laughing, though. “Okay. All right. I’ll just—uh, let me think for a second.” His chuckles die down, but he keeps holding onto your hand as he seats himself on the concrete before you. His teeth are still biting down on his lips, so you raise your free hand and slowly bring it to his mouth, poking at his chin and prying his lip out. His eyes flicker to yours, then to your fingers that are hovering before his mouth. “I think,” he says, “we need to sober you up first.” He grins at the finger you’re wriggling in front of his face. Grunting, he raises to this feet again. This time it is him who holds his hand out and wriggles his fingers. “Come on,” he says. “I’m sure there’s some coffee somewhere inside.”

You shake your head profoundly. “No.” You sound like a whining child, but you keep murmuring this small word. “I don’t wanna!”

“Babe, you gotta help me out here,” the boy says slowly. “I’m pretty sure you’re gonna have a nasty hangover tomorrow, so please just come back inside so we can detox your system. And I can’t really properly talk to you like this.”

Leaning back against the fence, you pout and sigh. “Is loud inside,” you tell him, staring at the floor and raising your brows in a duh manner.

The stranger stares at you for a second too long, before he puffs and crouches back down in front of you. “All right, all right. Let me think for a moment.”

When he doesn’t say anything in, what feels to you, a really long time, you say, “Buddy,” poking him in the chest. He only glares at you in a confused way, his eyebrows crunched up. “Buddy?” you say again.

He laughs, and to your drunken ass it sounds like the most holy sound you’ve ever heard. “What’s up with you?” Gently, he pushes your hand away, but you keep reaching for him. “Stop calling me that,” he says, grinning, “It sounds like I’m your kid or something.”

“You’re my kid.”

“Oh, I hope not.” His big warm hands wrap around yours as you still haven’t stopped bugging him.


“How about you call me Luke? ‘Cause that’s my name.”

“Luke.” You try his name—how it rolls off your tongue, how it tastes in your mouth. “Lukey—me likey.”

Luke laughs at your choice of words. “I’m glad,” he says. “Now how about your name?”

You snatch your hand back, resting your palm against your chest and leaning forward, before telling him your name like you’ve just done a great job.

Pretending to play along, Luke looks impressed and his eyes grow wide. “Wow! That’s amazing!”

You manage a nod in response that leaves you dizzy all over again. “But I like you calling me babe better,” you tell him, grinning.

The corners of his lips raise, though it is not a smirk he’s giving you but a sweet smile. “I can do that,” he says, softly. “Hey, you still got your address in your head? We can walk—it doesn’t matter.”

This time, you shake your head, causing you to almost topple over, if he hadn’t caught you by your waist and shoulder. “Slow down, babe,” Luke murmurs, gently moving your body so you’re leaning against the fence again.

You continue shaking your head as little sobs escape your throat. “I can’t go home,” you manage to spit out. Luke’s nodding his head like he understands, so you decide to enlighten him. “My si-sister’s home. She’s as stuck up as me—you know, in c-case you haven’t noticed how stuck u-up I am. She c-can’t know I got drunk.” Grabbing onto his shirt, you pull him closer until his nose is almost touching yours. There’s this fierce look etched on your face and just as you are about to open your mouth to make him promise he won’t let your sister find out, a short laugh bursts out of him. His eyes find yours as he continues to laugh at you. “Buddy—”

“Hey, if you keep calling me Buddy I think I’ll have to come up with a stupid nickname too,” he interrupts you. “Hmm,” he hums, his hands clasping around yours in order to release your grip on him. But he doesn’t let go. The warmth of his hold is so comforting, you think, as you sink back towards the fence and close your eyes.

“Sugar,” he calls, shaking your shoulders. “Don’t fall asleep on me now, Sugar.”

Immediately, your eyes snap right back open. “Oh, don’t you dare call me that.”

“Hey, if you can call me Buddy, then I think I can call you Sugar.” He throws you a quick smirk, before he raises to his feet, holding a hand out to you. “Now come on, Sugar. Get up. I’m taking you to my place.”

“Mama said never to follow a stranger,” you slur, shaking your head.

Luke rolls his eyes, laughing quietly at your pout. “Mama also said to never drink until you can’t even walk, eh?”

You nod in defiant.


Following a stranger into his car may easily be the dumbest thing you’ve done in your life, but you think falling asleep in said stranger’s car may top that. Yeah, it kind of does.

You wake up to a voice humming and a car door being slammed shut. “Buddy?” you ask with a dry throat.

“Right here,” a voice answers. You can feel the vibrations against your arm and shoulders and as you think about it, you also feel smooth skin against your cheek and forehead. In conclusion, Luke is carrying you out of the car into his apartment.

Forcing yourself to fight against the cloud of tiredness, you weakly try to push your hand against his chest. “What are you doing?” You look around, seeing nothing but darkness and an apartment building. “Where are you taking me?”

His hand squeezes your thigh. As if that were reassuring? “Hey, I’m just taking you to my apartment so you can sleep off the alcohol,” he tells you softly. “Look, if you can walk, I can put you down. I’m not trying to make you feel uncomfortable, I’m just trying to help.” His cheek grazes the top of your head.

You press a tiny kiss to his neck.

Oh, there is still so much alcohol controlling your actions.


Unfortunately, he can’t manage to open the door with you in his arms, so you have to stand on your own feet—more like lean against the wall (a thing you’ve done a lot these past hours)—and wait for him to unlock and let you in. You stumble your way inside the building, spotting the elevator and making a beeline for it only to be disappointed as you spot the piece of paper. OUT OF ORDER, it says in giant red letters. “You’ve gotta be kidding me!” you groan, stomping your foot like a five-year-old. But honestly, at this point, you are so tired and drunk and you only want to lay down and take a nap. Or maybe two.

Luke laughs as he sees you, ready to throw a tantrum. “Come here,” he says, grinning and squatting down in front of you.

His gesture brings a smile to your own lips, before you hop onto his back, wrapping your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck. You lean your head against his, tucking your chin into the dip where his neck meets his shoulders. “Thank you, Buddy,” you whisper and press yet another kiss to his soft skin, causing Luke’s heart to almost jump out of his rip cage.

Adjusting your body, he smiles and tips his head to the side so it touches yours.

Luke’s always wished to live high up in the sky, but this time he’s kind of glad he only has to trek two levels. And thanks to working out regularly, he isn’t out of breath and doesn’t embarrass himself. At his door, he has to let you down again, in order to unlock it.

Stepping inside, you’re overwhelmed with a smell which just screams LUKE and the messiest mess one can imagine. His shoes are scattered not in the rack but around it, jackets lying around—not hanging, and the actual living room is even worse. Tiptoeing around his trash (mostly take-away boxes), you let yourself fall onto the couch, a loud sigh escaping your lips. As you close your eyes for a well-deserved nap, Luke shuffles in front of you, a glass of water in his one hand and two pills in his other. “Come on,” he says, shaking the hand with the pills slightly. “You gotta take some or you’re going to die tomorrow.”

Your eyes widen instantly. “I don’t want to die!” you squeal in horror, quickly snatching the pills and swallowing them with a few gulps of water. Luke looks at you in a funny way, his head cocked to the side and one corner of his mouth slightly raised.

“Alright, Sugar,” he begins, clapping his hands once. “You can have my bed. I’ll take the couch.”

“Uh-uh.” You shake your head and refuse as Luke tries to pull you from your well beloved couch. “I wanna stay here.” Your voice literally comes out like the whine of a five-year-old. “Me and couchey are great friends and we don’t wanna be separated.”

The look Luke throws you this time is confusion and disbelief. He cannot believe he’s picked this stupidly-kind-of-cute drunken girl off the street. “Okay,” he replies slowly. “First of all, it’s couchy and me and secondly, it’s up to you. I’m not gonna deny myself a perfectly comfortable bed. So, if you want to stay here, fine by me.” He stands up, grabs your empty glass and wanders off towards the hallway.

“Wait!” you shout after him. “Where are you going, Buddy?”

Luke turns back around, thinking you’ve changed your mind and do actually want the bed, but what he finds instead is your drunken ass raised onto your knees, leaning against the back of the couch, only your eyes peeking at him. He laughs. You raise your eyebrows. He laughs even harder. “Is not funny,” you pout.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” He raises his hands in surrender, one still clutching the empty glass. “I was just going to get you a blanket.”

“Okay,” you reply slowly. Is that suspicion Luke is hearing in your voice?

He comes back two minutes later with blankets, pillows and clothes. “I figured sleeping in those isn’t gonna cut it so I brought you some sweatpants and a shirt.”

“Thanks,” you say and begin to pull down your skirt.

“Okay, slow down a second, babe!” Luke shouts in horror and swiftly turns around so his back is facing you. “You could’ve warned me…”

“Uh, sorry.” You blush. Forcing your body into a much more comfortable outfit, you can feel yourself relax again. “I’m done,” you tell Luke quietly.

“Okay,” he says, facing you again. “Lay down.” He nods towards the couch, throwing the pillow on one foot of it as he comes at you with the blanket.

You obey like the good little drunken girl you are and jump on the couch, bouncing a couple of times.

“I said lay down, Sugar,” Luke says, laughing and pushing his hands at you in order to keep your body still so he can drape the blanket over you. Tucking it in, he looks down at you. There’s warmth spreading in his chest. You look so innocent, lying beneath him on his couch, your cheeks still reddened from the alcohol. He can’t bear the thought of what would’ve happened to you, if he hadn’t stumbled over you tonight. You were in no state to find your way home, if you had somehow managed to convince yourself to even go there. Shaking his head, he pats your arm in an awkward Luke-way and retreats towards his own room, but is stopped by your hand on his wrist.

“Where you going?” you mumble sleepily at him.

“Well, you’re not the only one that’s tired.”

Half sitting up—and ruining the way he’s so perfectly tucked the blankets around your body—you pull at his wrist slightly. “Don’t leave me,” you whisper, tears in your eyes. “I don’t want to be alone.”

Luke sighs, rubbing his forehead with his free hand. “It’s alright, Sugar,” he says. “I’m just in my room. It’s not like my apartment is ginormous and you won’t find your way, if you need anything.”

“Please stay with me.”

He looks at you—really looks at you this time. Your hair is dishevelled, eyes and cheeks reddened, teary-eyed, a frown adorning your face. You look like you’re scared. And it’s kind of breaking his heart to see you this way.

When people are intoxicated, they kind of transform to their true selves. You may not be a five-year-old, but your drunken self shows the innocence that surrounds you. And Luke feels like he needs to protect you. That’s the way he’s always been like. Being the last-born he’s never really had anyone to protect, so his protector instincts have always just been there, and now that you’re here in his apartment, the urge is even stronger than before. It’s a pull towards your half-sleeping body, this pull to wrap you up and never let anything bad touch you again.

“Hey, don’t worry,” he says quietly, pulling your hand from around his wrist and wrapping his own around it. He gives it a good squeeze. “I’m just gonna go and get my blanket and pillow, alright?”

You nod, wiping at the tears.

He’s back a second later, laying one blanket on the floor beside you and a pillow on top of that so you’re head to head.

Face to face you two lay in the dark, waiting for sleep to come and whisk you away. And just as you’re on the edge to dreamland a soft voice whispers, “Sleep tight, babe.”


The thing that wakes you in the morning is not the obnoxiously loud snoring beside your head. It’s the slight headache and the blinding light your eyelids can’t seem to tune out. Oh, and the fact that there’s bile coming up your throat. Slapping a hand on your mouth, you scramble to get up, though you step on the sleeping figure by your feet in the process. Cursing, you step around him and frantically take a few turns until you spot the kitchen and—thank God—a sink. Never having thrown up due to alcohol, you’re surprised by how different it is to normal puking. It’s astonishingly not that gross tasting as you’d have thought.

“Babe? Sugar?” a tired—raspy—voice calls out. He steps into the kitchen just as you rinse out your mouth. It’s the snoring dude.

Redirecting your stare from his sleepy half-naked figure down at yourself, you notice you’re wearing different clothes than the ones you left with yesterday. The dude seems to sense what you’re thinking, because a blush creeps up his neck and he raises his hand to scratch at his head. “You, uh—You changed yourself. I didn’t touch you, I promise!” His hands come up in a defensive gesture.

You laugh. “Hey, it’s alright. Even if you had, I’d’ve been glad.” You cock your head. “At least I think so.”

He smiles at that. “Well, I didn’t, so there’s that.” He moves around you, opens the cupboard above your head and grabs two glasses. Filling them up, he hands you one, tipping the other one slightly in a cheers kind of way. “Do you even remember what happened last night?”

You gulp the water down like you haven’t had a single sip for weeks, before answering him. “Not really. Not a lot. I know you’re the dude that helped me out, though. I think. Because my instinct isn’t telling me to kick you in the groin. And because you’re good-looking as hell, I’m deciding to trust my instinct and pray you won’t go all psycho on me.”

His eyes widen a tad bit. “Oh-kay.” Clearing his throat, he places his glass in the sink. “Anyways, I’m Luke, in case you’ve forgotten.”

You smile sheepishly at him and tell him your name as well.

“I remember your name,” Luke says, grinning. “I wasn’t as drunk as you last night. Nowhere near as drunk.”

A blush creeps up your neck. “That was my first time being drunk. Actually, that was my first time even tasting alcohol.”

His eyes widen. “Really? What first timer drinks himself into oblivion?” He shakes his head, taking the glass out of your hands and places it in the sink as well.  “You hungry?” he asks.

“Very so,” you answer, taking a seat at the tiny table that’s shoved in one corner. “What’cha got, Buddy?”

Luke turns around, grinning. “So you remember that?”

You look at him, confused. “I have no idea where that came from.”

He laughs, facing his fridge again as he takes out a couple eggs. “Yeah, we kind of gave each other stupid nicknames. You started it, by the way, Sugar.” Turning to you, he holds up the eggs. “Omelette okay?”

“Sure,” you reply, saliva already filling your mouth. “Eh, as far as I can judge so far, we’ve built a very nice friendship. But I think I need a refresher.”

His shoulders shake with laughter. “Are you asking me out on a date?”

“Would you say yes?” you ask, chest pounding, bottom lip tucked between your teeth. You’ve actually never asked someone on a date before, as you have, in fact, only been to one date in your entire life of 19 years. Alcohol somehow does change people, you find, taking notice of your changed confidence, though it only knocked up one notch.

Abandoning the bowl with beaten eggs, Luke turns around again, gazing at you in a funny way. His eyes shimmer in the sunlight. He strides up to where you’re sitting in his kitchen chair, caging your body with his one hand on the back of your chair and the other on the table. Your lungs cannot expand, as you force oxygen into them. His face is so breathtakingly close to yours, his eyes burning into yours with such intensity, you can’t look away. Slowly, he lowers himself, as if giving you time to back away, until his lips meet yours with soft pressure. It’s an incredibly sweet and slow kiss. You’re taking your time to explore his mouth, your tongue finding his in a gentle caress. Your hands reach up—one on his neck, the other on his cheek. And all too soon, it ends.

Luke pulls himself away from you. You’re thankful not to be the only one who’s finding it hard to breathe. His entire face smiles at you. “That answer your question?”