very slouch

Little height difference relationship things

- Jaw bone kisses. Small has to be on their toes and tall is very amused
- tall slouching down so small can kiss them on the cheek
- small standing on top of an object and saying they are taller than tall but they’re shorter even standing on an object
- every hug causes small to have to bury their face in talls chest otherwise it’s awkward.
- small not being able to reach stuff. Tall finds this amusing. Small is a ball of rage. Tall gets the thing down but not without laughing at smalls plight.
Based of the experiences of a very short person with an SO who is around 10-11 inches taller than them.

The light that disappeared

Request:  Hi :) I’d like to request a Jughead x reader. But it’s a bit sad. Like he tells someone about the reader, that she was great and he loves her and stuff. And when the person he’s talking to asks where the reader is, he tells them, that she disappeared a few years ago, but no one really bothered looking for her( for some reason, idk😅) And maybe they could all start to search for her? Thanks already 🤗

A/N: I didn’t even proof read this because I got so emotional writing this. It’s probably not as intense as it felt when I was writing it but bloody hell I feel drained. If you want to get the full I-might-cry-at-any-moment experience I would highly suggest listening to the song Highspeeds by Elliot Moss. I really hope I did this request justice, any feedback would be much appreciated 💓💫 - Axoxo

Originally posted by toqaahmed

Tags: @writers-coffee

Warnings: a very sad Jughead.

Jughead sat, slouched in his chair as he focused intently on trying to quell the tears that were brimming in his icy eyes. Archie, Veronica and Betty were all discussing the most efficient way to get Jughead a girlfriend as Kevin feverishly nodded in agreement.

“You should smile more Jughead, nobody wants to date an angsty emo y’know.”

“Veronica’s right Juggie and you need to get off your laptop more, it makes you look unapproachable!”

“Betty’s right Jug and maybe try and lighten up with the humor, girls don’t like people who joke about death.”

“Yes! You could totally slay if you just put the effort in, after all there’s someone out there for everyone,” Kevin added with terrifying enthusiasm.

Originally posted by riverrdxle

He couldn’t bear it anymore, all of them talking about him as if he were pining for a romantic companion. He didn’t need anyone, he needed her. He slammed his fist down on the table in front of him, silencing his friends but going unnoticed by the rest of his schoolmates that were eating lunch in the courtyard around him. A singular tear escaped from the reddened rim of his eyes and ran down over the purple circles – accumulated after many late nights staring intently at the bright, white illuminated screen of his laptop – beneath and onto his pasty, slightly sunken cheeks. That was what shocked his friends the most. Not his sudden outburst but his sudden revelation of raw emotion. They didn’t dare to move, just awaited an explanation with wide eyes and slackened jaws.

“I don’t need anyone so please just stop. I don’t need to change and I don’t need to impress any girls because somehow I impressed her and she’s all that I want. I don’t know how I did it but I did, I managed to peak the interest of a girl who’s smile made the rays of the sun seem dim and unfulfilling. Then somehow that innocent curiosity turned into something more, something that terrified me so much that I lay in bed at night in my dad’s trailer wondering how I’d let myself fall so hard and cursing myself, knowing how fractured I would be when I hit the ground. Then one night in Pop’s she sat across from me and with tears in her eyes, brows furrowed with sincerity and told me that she wished I could love myself as much as she loved me. She told me that she saw a shooting star the previous night and she had wished upon it but she hadn’t done so in vain, she had wished that I saw myself as she saw me; emotionally strong but with the gentlest touch, harsh but beautifully honest and imperfect but perfect to her. For the first time in my life I saw myself in a different light because she told me to and I clung onto her every word as if I was hanging from the edge of a precipice and they were my lifeline. Then she leant over and placed a kiss on my lips, except it wasn’t just a kiss, it was my salvation. With my lips pressed against hers I felt safe for the first time in my life and at that very moment I welcomed the feeling of falling because I was falling in love with a who’s love was vaster than all of the oceans and who’s kindness melted even the iciest of hearts…” Jughead’s voice trailed off as the growing lump in his throat prevented any more words from escaping.

“Well then where is she?” Veronica asked with raised eyebrows, lacking tact or the ability to mask her apparent confusion and doubt.

“She disappeared,” Jughead began, hoarse voice eliciting a small gasp from each of his companions. “She disappeared and nobody cared but me. They said she’d run away, that it was a common occurrence with girls her age. They said she’d probably found herself an older man, a forbidden relationship and run off with him to indulge in some naïve teenage fantasy but I knew better. I knew she’d never do that; her selflessness wouldn’t allow it. She would have never left knowing the pain it would have caused the people around her…the people closest to her…me. Something happened to her, something terrible and yet everyone just accepted the simple explanation and moved on. I won’t move on. I can’t move on until I know what really happened to her and it’s exhausting.”

Jughead looked up at his friends; Betty was sobbing violently into the sleeves of her pink sweater, Veronica had teary black streaks running down her face and Kevin was dabbing lightly at his eyes with a perfectly folded tissue. Archie placed a calloused hand on his best friends’ slender shoulder and his brown orbs – glistening with unshed tears – met grey ones.

“We’ll find her Jughead, all of us,” He began, auburn brows furrowed with sincerity and concern. “We’re gonna help you find out what happened to her no matter what, okay?”

“She was my everything Arch and nobody cared. Everybody ignored her like she was nothing but when Jason Blossom died the entire town rallied together even though he was an awful person. Nobody even remembers her name…” Jughead spoke in a strangled whisper, tears now flooding down his ghostly face.

“What was her name Jug?” Archie asked gently.

“(Y/N), her name was (Y/N).”

ktwesterna  asked:

Don't be a ass- lady noir please :)

“Hey Kitty,” Ladybug said as she landed at their predetermined meeting place.

“Hey,” he replied, not bothering to get up from his place lounging against a stone gargoyle. 

“You know I almost didn’t recognize you without the cloud of flowers,” she teased. 

“ha ha, very funny,” Chat grumbled slouching further down into the shadows. 

“What no poetry this time?” she grinned sitting down next to him and giving him a playful nudge. 

“Don’t be an ass,” Chat said, although she didn’t miss the lack of his usual good humor in the reply. 

“Hey,” she said softly, “you know I’m just teasing right?” 

“Yeah,” he replied glumly, “I know.” 

She gave him an assessing look. “You know that nobody blames you for what happened today.” 

“I never thought they did, but that doesn’t really make what happened any better.”

“You are hardly the first person to get affected by an akuma.” 

“No I’m not. That might mean more if this was the first time this had ever happened and not the half dozenth.” 

“Chat, nobody is perfect all the time.”

“You are,” he retorted bitterly. 

Ladybug raised an eyebrow. “Tell that to Lila. Or Chloe. Or that Santa Claus. Oh yes I am so perfect, I managed to turn the literal embodiment of joy and good cheer into a monster.” 

“Ok, maybe you aren’t perfect,” Chat said with the smallest hint of a smile. 

She grinned back encouragingly. 

“Still,” he said softly though this time finally meeting her gaze, “you’ve never gotten possessed by an akuma. Today might have just been an inconvenience but, what sort of hero am I if I am just getting in my partner’s way, or worse? What happens the next time we get another dark cupid?” 

“Chat, do you remember why you got possessed by the akuma?” Ladybug asked reaching over and grasping his hand in her own. Chat didn’t say anything, his eyes fixed on their joined hands with a look of awe that made her heart pound in a way she wasn’t quite willing to own up to. “You were protecting me, you took that hit for me.” 

He looked up at her, his brilliant green eyes hopeful but still full of doubt. 

“Let’s look at the scoreboard shall we?” Ladybug pressed. “Princess Fragrance- you got taken out trying to protect Prince Ali, the akuma’s intended target. Dark cupid- you got hit to keep ME from getting affected. Same thing for Chrono girl! are you seeing a pattern here?” She gave his hand a light squeeze. “You tell me all the time that you’re job isn’t just to protect the city, it’s about protecting me so that I can purify the akuma. And if that’s the case I don’t think anyone could say you have been anything less than amazing at it.” 

Chat blinked, his lips twisting into a watery smile before he leaned forward and pulled her into a smothering hug. 

“Thank you, My Lady. You always know just what to say to make this cat feel a-purrr-eciated.”

“You’re welcome,” she said, allowing him to hold her tightly for a few moments before gently breaking away, her face flushing. Hopefully he would be too distracted to notice. 

“Besides,” she laughed lightly “it’s a good thing you were there to keep me from getting affected by ‘The Bard’. Do you realize how worthless I would have been writing love poems and chasing after Adrien Agreste?” 

“Wait what?!” 

A Fever You Can’t Sweat Out (The8/Minghao Smut)

Summary: It was the perfect setting to have some “alone time”; comfy bed, comfy clothes, laptop, tissues at the ready, and surely no one around to disturb you. Because they’re all afraid of catching the nasty cold you have which has damned you to stay in bed all day. And of course, you can’t call your boyfriend to help relieve you because - idols don’t get sick. Smut. 

(A/N: so this was supposed to be up a couple of days ago but I got distracted, as always. but I was scrolling my dash innocently and I was hit by the wrath of god when this post from @textingseventeen came up in recommended posts. honestly mutual masturbation has just come out of nowhere as a huge kink of mine (oops that’s like a 10 on the tmi scale) and I never thought to write a fic about it until that blurb post slayed my insides and my brain was just like “you gotta”. And I don’t know why I chose Minghao - it just felt right with him and I’ve never really written a smut about him before. so this all just feels right. also, if I take another fic title from this era of Panic! At The Disco, feel free so call me an old mama who holds onto things from her glory days. cause that’s basically what this is. but this title just felt tooo accurate and I couldn’t help myself. warnings for: sexual situations, use of toys, and smutty smutty smut. that good good. but this one is pretty tame. also swearing. but whatever. -Tanisha<3)

You had finally broken. Your bed was comfortable, you were halfway between sleepy, too hot, too cold and losing your mind; you had a tummy full of Ramen and a laptop with access to the internet’s finest, filthiest smut. Between the cold medicine and the fact that you had been denying yourself for four, going on five straight days, driving yourself crazy, there was a hazy lull in your mind that was telling you that nothing could be better than this. And in this moment, nothing was.

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Writing thing for #kristoffweekend2017

Here it is folks. Rated k+ with some Kristanna in there.

It was four months since it happened, and Anna had been thawed anyways. Four months after he had seen the girl he loved freeze to death before his very eyes.

Frozen, as in, not breathing. Turned into a literal statue of ice. Right in front of him.

Sometimes he would sit out on the sides of the lake for the whole day of ice harvesting, just thinking about what he’d seen. Sometimes he would stay up late nights, not able to get the image out of his head. He sometimes refused to cry but he did it anyways, always in secret.

Every time Kristoff saw Anna his heart beat sky rocketed. He became nervous very quickly but didn’t tell her anything. Instead, he made excuses.

“Kristoff, you’ve been out here all day,” Anna chirped one day as she was walking up to him on the docks.

Kristoff was startled and he quickly stood up. “Anna.”

“What’s wrong?” Anna questioned with a frown.

“Nothing. I’m fine,” Kristoff lied, assuring Anna with a smile.

It was times like those that Kristoff was so protective of his feelings to ensure Anna that he was acting normal. Except once. When he couldn’t take it anymore. It was the beginning of winter and the snow had called already, putting two feet of snow on the streets of Arendelle, meaning that everyone in the town and everyone in the castle were all snowed in.

Anna sat on the windowsill of a tall window in the Queen’s study. She sighed out loud. “I wish I could go outside,” Anna whined.

Elsa, her sister and the Queen sighed too. “I can’t control the weather, Anna.” Elsa said. “As much as you want to go outside, I don’t cause every inch of snow on the ground.”

“I know, I know,” Anna replied dismissively. “I know…” Outside the window, a team of castle staff, including Kristoff were shoveling snow off the outside courtyard. Anna watched as Kristoff slowly shoveled, looking exhausted even after one stroke. Kristoff would’ve gotten a whole half of the courtyard done if he didn’t pause after every shovel.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Elsa asked, clearly seeing a concerned look on he sister’s face. Elsa sat by her and looked where Anna was looking.

Anna sighed once again. “Is it just me… or does Kristoff look like he’s hiding something from us?”

Elsa thought, staying quiet for a moment. “I think more hiding it from you… than from both of us.”

Anna made a look of confusion. What did that mean?

The day had expired into a cold night the evening of the same. In Sven’s stable, Kristoff suddenly awoke with a jolt. He quickly took in his surroundings and mumbled with defeat. A small fire was lit in the fireplace - which was overly fancy for just a little stable - making the cold air blocked by the heat. Sven, who was lying in next to him woke up and brayed with worry.

“It’s just another nightmare, Sven,” Kristoff told his reindeer. “Just another nightmare.” He coveted his face with his hands and sighed out loud. He stayed there for several minutes before standing up, throwing on a shirt and grabbing as much blankets as he could find.

“I can’t take it anymore,” Kristoff grumbled. Sven brayed again when Kristoff rushed out of the stables and into the castle.

Quietly he entered the library where he knew Anna fell asleep every night reading anything and everything to Olaf. Kristoff smiled at the scene of Anna laying her head on a book on a table and slouched.

Very gently Kristoff carried Anna bridal style to her bedroom and laid her on her bed. Next, he lit the fireplace across the room. It created a warm glow on the pink flowered wall paper of Anna’s bedroom. Kristoff was surprised that Anna didn’t even move. Although it was rumor that the Princess slept like a rock.

She didn’t even move as Kristoff wrapped her in blankets. For a while, at least.

“Elsaaaa…” Anna mumbled in her sleep. Kristoff froze. “… Turn down the heat… ’s'like a sssauna in herrr…”

Kristoff realized that the rumor was also true that Anna talked in her sleep.

Making sure that she was tucked in and safe, Kristoff left.

“Kristoff?” Anna squeaked.

There, the ice harvester stopped in his tracks and turned on his heel. He saw Anna sitting up in bed with a mix of confusion and exhaustion on her face.

“A-Anna,” Kristoff said awkwardly.

“Did you do this?” Anna gestured to the blankets wrapped around her firmly.

Kristoff blushed furiously. “Anna, I… I just wanted to make sure you… were warm.”

Anna’s face fell with awe. “Oh, Kristoff…”

He came closer to Anna despite being nervous. “I was just worried.”

She stood up and came up to him with confusion on her face. “Is that what you’ve been hiding from me? Is that why you’re being so distant?”

Kristoff nodded and cursed in his head. She knew. Anna knew. If only he wouldn’t have been so obvious… but he had to give it up eventually. And he did, saying: “I’ve been nervous that I’d lose you again. When winter started, that’s when it all started.”

“You don’t need to be frightened because of the cold. The cold doesn’t bother me now.” Anna said with a smirk.

“I saw you freeze… right in front of me. I don’t think you understand this. I can’t get the image out of my head. It’s been haunting me for almost forever.”

Anna frowned. “Oh, Kristoff.” Even though he was two times larger than her, Anna wrapped his arms around him. Kristoff hugged back, beginning to sob quietly. Anna had never seen Kristoff cry - he was the toughest guy she’d ever met, and he usually his his feelings behind that rough façade - but it was fine.

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” Anna soothed. It felt good for someone to comfort Kristoff for once. “Kris, I’m okay.”

“No it’s not,” Kristoff croaked, “I can’t ever unsee it ever again.”

Anna pulled away with his hands in hers. “Hey, look at me.” Dark brown met sea blue as Kristoff obeyed. Very cautiously, Anna brought his hand to her heart. Kristoff was blushing furiously.

“What’s this?” Anna questioned.

“… Your heart,” Kristoff answered.

Anna nodded. “Does it feel cold to you?” When Kristoff shook his head, Anna grinned and put his hand to the sides of her head. “It’s not cold, is it?”

Kristoff sighed. “No.”

“See, I’m not cold. Not in the slightest. I’m fine.”

Kristoff enveloped her in an unexpected hug again. They stayed there for several minutes, and Kristoff pulled her closer to him, tears falling into her hair. She was there, close to him and warm. Heart beating and gently soothing him.

He suddenly pulled away from Anna and turned his back, realizing that he was actually crying in front of her. How embarrassing. Kristoff’s cheeks turned every shade of deep crimson possible.

Anna obsevered his actions and she embraced him again. “It’s okay to cry, Kristoff,” Anna assured. She softly wiped his tears away with her thumbs. “You can cry in front of me.”

Kristoff finally stepped back with a thankful grin. “Thanks for doing that for me, Anna,” he remarked.

“Of course,” Anna replied. “Anytime. Oh, and… don’t be afraid if I’m sick or cold or whatever. As long as I’m with you, I’ll always be right here, and warm. Okay?”


Anna grinned. “Good. You’ll never lose me again.”

Kristoff responded with another hug. This time he felt confident that she would always be there… with him, and warm.

Correct {Luke Hemmings Smut}

RATING: Uh…smut?

I got pretty good feedback from my Ashton one, so here’s another…also, I decided that I’ll be accepting requests for smuts, fluffs and blurbs now :)


Your left foot rubbed up against your right leg as you sat at one of the many tables in the library, waiting and looking around nervously. Around you, a few students shuffled quietly, and the librarian, Ms. Rogers, sat at her desk, typing away on her computer.

You hadn’t meant to almost fail your math test. It had simply happened. You hadn’t been doing too hot before your test on cubic relations, but your mark on it had been the cherry on top. Your parents had called the school and set up appointments with the free tutoring program that was offered.

You were to meet with this tutor three times a week until the end of the school year, and hopefully it would be enough to pull up your grades…in math, at least.

You looked down at your jeans and plain white t-shirt before sighing, figuring that your tutor had ditched you. Deciding that it was pointless to stay and try to teach yourself the millions of equations and concepts, you zipped up your backpack and stood.

You picked up your binder, which was labelled with “Math” in squiggly, artistic cursive. Clutching the binder to your chest, you swung your bag over your left shoulder, walking to the doors of the library.

You pushed open the doors with a little more force than necessary, peeved that you had wasted your time and had actually believed that you could ever ameliorate in math.

But halfway through, you felt the doors hit something–hard. There was a muffled, “Oof!” from the outside of the library, and your eyes widened. You quickly slid through the small opening of the door and stared at the person you’d hit in shock and embarrassment.

“Crap,” you apologized, “I’m so sorry.”

It was then you realized who exactly you’d bumped into.

What was normally a very tall frame slouched slightly, his hand cradling his left shoulder. He wore a plain black t-shirt, black skinny jeans, and black Converse. A silver dog chain hung from his neck, there were multiple rings on his fingers; and rubber bands and woven bracelets adorning his wrists.

He finally stood up straight, towering over you, and you stared up at him shamelessly, your cheeks burning.

Your eyes met crystal blue orbs, calculating and logical yet soft at the same time. His nose was slightly upturned, and his lips were the most luscious shade of pink, a small, dark lip ring tainting them. His hair was styled upwards and added about three inches to his already gigantic figure.

Of fucking course. You’d just had to injure Luke Hemmings, the star musician and heartthrob of your school.

You continued to stare up at him, and he glanced down at you. Quickly realizing that you must’ve looked like an idiot, you stared down at your shoes, mumbling, “Sorry.”

“No worries,” his Australian accent was prominent. You’d heard girls talking about how attractive it sounded and begrudgingly, you had to agree.

Luke scanned you over quickly, his electric eyes settling on the label of your mathematics binder. His hand came up to scratch the back of his neck awkwardly.

“Is your name Y/N?”

Your face snapped up to look at him. Your left hand fiddled with the hem of your white top, and you bit your lip, praying that this wasn’t what you thought it was.

“Yes, why?”

“I’m Luke,” he said earnestly, holding out his hand and giving you a tiny smile. Rather than shaking his hand like a normal person, you blurted, “I know.”

You mentally face-palmed. Could you be any more pathetic?

Luke chuckled lightly. It was a cute sound, and he made you nervous. It wasn’t because you were attracted to him, because you weren’t…kind of. It was because this was the boy who had the entire student body and even some of the teachers wrapped around his finger. And here he was, conversing with you, a nobody.

“I think I’m your tutor,” Luke admitted, “I’m sorry for being late.”

“It’s fine,” you waved off his apology, wanting the awkward phase to be over already. Luke looked around and then gestured to the library doors, “Shall we go in?”

You shot a look over your shoulder and nodded, swallowing heavily, “Uh yeah. Sorry again about hitting you.”

“It’s fine,” he chuckled lightly, walking past you and pulling open the doors with his right hand, “I can be a klutz sometimes.”

He wasn’t blaming you or cussing at you like the majority of the boys in your grade? Well then, you supposed this was a bonus. Luke was a nice guy.

“You look familiar,” he stated as he walked over to the table you’d been sitting at previously, you following him like a lost puppy. He plopped down onto his chair and you slid yours out slowly, sitting across from him and eyeing him carefully.

“Where do I know you from?” He wondered.

“We’re in the same AP English class,” you said quickly. Immediately you winced at how needy and desperate you sounded.

But Luke Hemmings took no notice. Instead he grinned and snapped his fingers, pointing at you with a knowing smirk, “That’s right! You’re the girl who sits at the front and answers all of the questions!”

Okay. Scratch the nice guy thing.

Your cheeks flamed as the most popular boy in school teased you about being a know-it-all in the only class you really loved. You stared down at the wooden table and tried in vain to hide your face.

“Oh no,” Luke said quickly, sitting up straight, “Not in a bad way. The stuff you say is actually really analytical and deep. You raise the bar for everyone in that class.”

You looked up at him, only to find that he was chewing on his lip ring nervously and that this time, his cheeks were painted red. You couldn’t help but to smile lightly, “Thanks, I guess.”

“You’re welcome,” Luke returned your smile before clapping his hands, “Alright, let’s get to math.”

And so you began.


But that had been six weeks ago. You were now well into April and your trigonometry unit of math. You and Luke had become friends, but you still didn’t feel completely comfortable around him, scared that he’d morph into an asshole like the rest of the popular guys in your grade. Luke was Luke, and you were a nobody.

But when it was just you two, whether he came by your house or you both studied in the library, he was the sweetest thing ever. And you found yourself growing attracted the the tall boy with a lip piercing.

And that was bad. Because you knew that he’d never be attracted to you.


“No fucking way,” you whispered, walking out of your math class, your eyes trained on your test.

The bright red 86% flashed at you like a neon sign, and you clutched the paper to your chest, weaving in and out of crowds of students. The day was over, and there were people chatting at each other’s lockers, freshmen looking intimidated by your fellow seniors, and douchebags kicking a soccer ball around the hall while blasting Jay-Z.

You finally made your way over to your locker before noticing that only a few compartments away stood Luke and his friends. There were three of them, and they were all in the same band. Luke had made you a few mix tapes featuring their own original songs, and they were pretty good.

You glanced at them quickly, but it was long enough to see the boy with dark hair smirk in your direction and nudge Luke with his elbow. Luke turned towards you, but you quickly looked down, your face heating up. You fumbled with your lock, trying to calm your shaky fingers so that you could spin the code into place.

The shouts and jeers of students drowned out everything. You sighed, used to this already. There were lockers slamming shut, girls speaking obnoxiously, guys hollering insults at each other from opposite ends of the hall. Your typical high school, and you couldn’t wait to be off to university in the fall.

“Hey Shorty,” someone suddenly snapped you out of your thoughts. You looked to your right, only to find Luke leaning against the lockers and looking at you intently, a smirk playing on the corner of his lips.

He wore a pair of ripped black jeans and a white shirt with red stars on the cuffs of his short sleeves. His black Vans shuffled awkwardly, something you noticed he did a lot. His hair was concealed by a maroon SnapBack and his teeth were fiddling with his lip ring as he scanned you over.

“Shorty?” You questioned, rummaging in your locker and not wanting to be seen talking to him. The last thing you needed was rumours flapping around about how you were fucking Luke Hemmings.

Peering past him, you saw his three best friends turn around the corner, and wondered if he’d actually asked them to leave you two alone. But then you shook your head; that was a stupid assumption.

“Whatcha got there?” Luke’s eyebrows rose as he nodded his head towards the test that was still clutched in your hand.

You shook you head again, “Nothing.”

He just laughed and before you knew it, he’d snatched the paper from your grip. “Luke!” You exclaimed, looking at him in disbelief.

“Give it back!” You said, but he just held the paper above his head, making you jump for it. He laughed again as your outstretched arm always fell short, your fingertips only reaching his wrist.

“Luke!” You groaned, aggravated. He giggled, “Oh, calm down. Just let me see–”

His eyes widened as he cut himself off. He stared at your paper, his eyes skimming over your mark repeatedly. He flipped the test over, his eyes running down the expanse or your paper, seeming to grow wider with each word that he took in.

“An eighty-six?” He breathed in disbelief. You chewed on your bottom lip, “Yeah.”

“Almost everything’s correct,” Luke breathed. Things were silent between the two of you when suddenly…

“That’s fucking awesome!” He exclaimed, and he held out his arms, wrapping them around your waist and picking you up. He crushed you in a hug, twirling you around once. When he set you back down, you stumbled back a few steps, laughing lightly.

A few girls passing by shot you guys weird looks, all of them looking at you as though you weren’t worth their time.

Yeah, they were jealous. But it still stung.

“Thanks,” you mumbled, closing up again and ducking your head. You reached out for the paper in Luke’s hand but he was quick to pull it away.

“Luke, pass it,” you sighed, lifting your face to look up at him. His playful eyes were now stern, almost disapproving of you, “I saw that Y/N.”

“Saw what?” You played dumb. He cocked an eyebrow as if to ask ‘seriously?’. You just shrugged, brushing him off and encouraging him to do the same.

“Why are you so worried about what other people think?” Luke questioned you, deciding not to let it go. You shrugged again, “Its hereditary?” You tried joking, but Luke just looked at you blankly.

“Stop it,” you stated, and he sighed, leaving the issue alone for now. He smiled again at you, “Well, I say we go out for dinner to celebrate your mark.”

“What?” You reacted quickly almost dropping the science textbook you held in your hand. Luke grinned cheekily, “Great! I’ll pick you up at six.”

He shot you a wink and then turned around, disappearing into the sea of students and leaving you a bumbling, torn up mess.


“He’s here!” Your mother practically danced over the the door, wringing her hands in delight at the fact that you had a “date”.

“Mom, please,” you begged, “He’s not my date, he’s my freaking tutor. We aren’t going on a date, we’re just celebrating my mark.”

“He likes you,” your mother sang as she grasped the doorknob.

“Stop it!” You cried, and she froze, looking at you. You held out your hands, “Let me answer it.”

“Fine,” she sighed and moved out of your way. You gripped the doorknob before twisting it and swinging the door open, only to reveal Luke.

He looked really good. His hair was styled into a tall quiff like when you’d met for the first time. He still wore his signature black skinny jeans and black Converse, but this time, he’d taken the time to change up his shirt. A black button-up now adorned his torso, framed by a black blazer. He’d taken his lip ring out for the occasion, which you were grateful for. You had no idea how your parents would’ve reacted to it.

“Holy sh–,” Luke suddenly caught sight of your mother standing behind you and backtracked quickly, “–shorts.”

You and your mother both giggled like schoolgirls, and you looked down, blushing fiercely. You wore a cute white sundress and black flats, and you’d let your hair fall down in it’s free state tonight, not bothering to do anything with it. Your mother had done your makeup, thin eyeliner and mascara, respecting your wishes of not going all out.

And Luke was looking at you like he wanted to ravish you.

“Hi!” Your mother was far too confident, and you cringed as she enthusiastically introduced herself to your tutor. Luke was going to run for the hills.

But to your surprise, he merely smiled warmly at her and shook her hand, “Hello Mrs. Y/L/N. My name is Luke.”

“Luke!” Your mother grinned at him, “Lovely!”

You quickly took the lead, “Okay, we should really get going. Mom, I’ll see you later. Come on Luke.” You mumbled the last part to him as you stepped outside, brushing past him and smelling the wonderful cinnamon scent of the cologne he’d applied. It took all of your willpower to continue on and not stop in your tracks, inhaling deeply and burying your face into his chest.

“I won’t wait up!” Your mother called out to you as Luke quickly scampered over to the other side of his black vehicle, opening the door for you.

Oh my God,” you muttered, face-palming as soon as you slid into the sleek leather seating. You heard Luke chuckle.

“I’m so sorry,” you apologized earnestly, burying you face in your hands as Luke slid into the driver’s side of his car. He laughed, sticking his key into the ignition and revving the engine of his sleek black automobile.

“It’s fine Y/N, seriously.”

“No it’s not,” you groaned, “She thinks this is a date no matter how often I tell her it isn’t.”

“Oh,” Luke said blankly, quieting down. You looked at him, worried that you’d suddenly made things awkward. You studied his side profile, in awe of the perfection of his face.

His hands were on the wheel, and he’d rolled up the sleeves of his blazer, making him seem eight thousand percent hotter. His jawline was so sharp it could slice through steel, a shadow of stubble tinting the underside. His lips were full and pink, and you had the most perfect view of his cute little nose.

“You know,” Luke mused, “It’s rude to stare.”

You looked away quickly, blushing ferociously and muttering, “Sorry.”

He laughed, momentarily pulling his right hand from the wheel to run his fingers through his quiffed blonde hair, “I’m just playing. I appreciate your honesty though. Most girls would just scoff and be like ‘I wasn’t staring’.”

“'Scoff’?” You cocked an eyebrow, “Nice word use.”

“Thank you,” Luke smiled proudly, nodding in your direction, “I got it from you. Remember in junior year we read ‘The Great Gatsby’? You went on a long rant to prove how Gatsby was just a victim of love and lust and how that can drive people to do things they wouldn’t normally do.”

“I remember that,” you said slowly, “Were you in my AP English class last year?”

“We’ve been in English class together every year,” Luke explained, and he suddenly cleared his throat, scratching the back of his neck sheepishly, “Whoa, that sounded really creepy.”

You laughed, throwing your head back onto the headrest of the seat. Luke chuckled along bashfully with you. You ran a hand through your hair, tousling it a bit.

“You’re not at all what I expected, Luke Hemmings,” you noted with a surge of confidence.

Luke looked over at you, “Really? How so?”

“I don’t know,” you shrugged, looking out his car window and seeing bright signs of stores and restaurants racing by your window, “I just didn’t expect you to be so nice.”

“Are you serious?” Luke sounded genuinely shocked.

“Yeah!” You exclaimed, laughing, “I expected some douchebag who didn’t know anything and who only cared about his next fuck. But instead I got a boy that I can actually carry out an intellectual conversation with and who makes me mix tapes and who’s nice.”

You smiled at him and he bit his lip to keep from doing the same, “Pretty bold words, Y/N. I don’t usually hear you talk like that.”

“I’m warming up to you,” you shrugged, and you both giggled.

“You forgot one thing,” Luke said, turning into a parking lot, “You also got a boy with a good taste in food.”


You and Luke tumbled through the threshold of his house, laughing wildly.

“He did not!” Luke had gasped as you told the story of your drunken uncle at Christmas dinner. You both broke off into another fit of laughter, removing your shoes.

“Where’s your mom?” You asked, looking around and expecting to see Liz pop her head out from around the corner; when Luke had brought you over once before, she’d been the sweetest thing and had never failed to embarrass her son. It had been endearing to see him just as flustered as you always were.

“My parents are actually on vacation right now,” Luke explained, smirking, “Don’t tell my dad I borrowed his car to take you out, he’ll kill me.”

You mimed sealing your mouth and handing him the key, which he pretended to throw away. You shook your head at his goofiness, playing with the hem of your dress. For a moment, there was silence, until Luke broke it.

“Do you want to wear something of mine?” He asked, “Not that your dress isn’t gorgeous, because it is, but it looks kind of uncomfortable.“

You smiled fondly at him, “That would be amazing, thanks.”

Luke nodded and walked past you to the staircase of his house. Quickly he darted up the steps, indicating for you to follow, which you did. You raced upstairs and followed him down the hall. His door was at the very end of the corridor, straight ahead.

“Wow,” you marvelled, “I like it.”

His walls were blue from what you could see, which wasn’t a lot. Band posters were plastered everywhere, concealing almost every single inch. You noticed bands like All Time Low, Blink-182, My Chemical Romance and Green Day.

His bed and furniture were simple; plain white, a nice and spacey double mattress. He had a white bedside table and a large dresser across the room. Lined up beside his dresser on the far wall was a collection of about five guitars: three electrics and two acoustics.

“Cool,” you breathed, walking over to the instruments. When you got close enough, you called over your shoulder, “May I?”

“‘Course,” Luke chuckled, approaching you. Rather than looking at his instruments, however, he focussed on the dresser next to them, pulling out two pairs of sweatpants and two baggy shirts, one a t-shirt, the other a tank.

“Which one do you want?” He asked. You looked at him and cocked an eyebrow teasingly, “Are you offering me a shirt or a guitar, Luke Hemmings?”

“Ha-ha,” he said sarcastically before just tossing you the black t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants, “You change here. I’ll be in the washroom.”

You merely hummed in response, in awe at his sleek electric guitars. One was black and white, the other completely black except for a bright red ‘X’, and the last a bright, zeal turquoise, almost a teal. His acoustics were beige, polished nicely and shining in the dim light of his bedroom.

You quickly slid out of your dress, deciding to leave your bra on. You pulled on his t-shirt, which reached mid-thigh. The sweatpants were even worse. They were long and very baggy, and you had to pull on the drawstring and knot it tightly to keep the material seated on your hips.

“You decent?” Luke shouted at you through his door. You let out a small giggle, tying up your hair into a bun, and called back, “What if I’m not?”

“I’m assuming that was a joke so I’m coming in,” Luke stated, and the doorknob twisted as the door swung open. You smiled at him.

“You were correct, Luke Hemmings.”

“I know,” he smiled smugly and you just rolled your eyes.

You turned your attention back to his range of guitars, your right hand reaching out to run your fingers long the shiny surface of one of his beige acoustic guitars.

“They’re really nice,” you admitted, in awe of the sleek instruments. You’d always wanted to learn how to play an instrument, but you’d never actually acted on the desire. And now here you were in a musically talented boy’s room, ogling his guitars as if they were shirtless men.

“Thanks,” Luke seemed to be amused at your fascination. He suddenly cleared his throat and lifted his left hand to scratch his head sheepishly, “Want me to play you something?”

You looked at him in surprise. He looked amazing in his plain white tank top and sweatpants, identical to yours. His shirt hung loosely on his frame, but by what you could see of his unconsciously flexed biceps as he rubbed the back of his neck, he was by no means scrawny. Rather, he was lanky, yet you didn’t doubt his strength.

His blue eyes regarded you cautiously, and your gaze fell to his lips. He was missing the lip ring, but you didn’t mind it; he looked just as good without it. On cue, his tongue darted out to moisten his lips, and you practically swooned, growing more and more drawn to this boy by the second.

“Are you serious?” You asked, and then you shook your head; if he hadn’t been serious he wouldn’t have asked.

Luke laughed and reached past you, gripping the neck of the acoustic guitar you’d been fondling and lifting it from the rack.

“Don’t laugh at me, ‘kay?” He asked, and you smiled. He walked over to his bed and you followed him, both of you sitting down on the soft duvet.

“I won’t,” you assured him, smiling gently and practically bouncing with excitement.

Luke gripped the neck of his instrument and set it down in his lap. One of his legs hung off the bed, the other tucked underneath him. He ran his right hand through his hair and you cocked an eyebrow playfully at how flustered he seemed.

“What’s wrong?” You asked him. He looked at you, “I don’t usually play alone for people. It’s always the lads and I.”

“It’s just me,” you assured him, smiling softly.

“Exactly,” he let out a breath, “And if you haven’t noticed Y/N, you’re pretty fucking amazing.”

Your cheeked flushed crimson as you looked away, laughing to cover up your potent embarrassment, “You’re trying to stall.”

“You’re correct,” he grinned. He cleared his throat, “This is something Ashton and I wrote. I was going to put it on a mix tape for you but then–”

“Luke,” you giggled, “Just play me the song.”

“So demanding,” he noted playfully before finally getting the hint. He reached over to his bedside table and grabbed a small dark guitar pick before steadying the instrument on his lap and beginning to strum a tune.

You nodded your head along with the sweet melody. It was nice.

Luke cleared his throat and opened his mouth, and you almost did a double take. Even though he was famous at school for his angelic voice, you’d never actually heard him sing.

“Life’s, a tangled web,

Of cellphone calls and hashtag I-don’t-knows.

And you, you’re so caught up,

In all the blinking lights and dial tones.”

You were in awe. He was seventeen years old, but Luke Hemmings had the voice of a thirty-year-old. It was so deep and rich, filled to the brim with feeling and emotion; you were caught.

“And I know I’ve been a victim of the worldwide system too,

But I found my sweet escape when I’m alone with you.

So turn off the static sounds of the city that never sleeps,

Here in the moment on the dark side of the screen.”

Luke made an exaggerated gesture with his hands as he strummed–no doubt to lighten the mood–and you smiled dreamily at him. He broke off into the chorus.

“I like the summer rain, I like the sounds you make.

We put the world away, we get so disconnected,

You are my getaway, you are my favourite place.

We put the world away, we get so disconnected.”

Luke played a few more chords, his fingers flitting across his guitar before finishing with a final flourish. He looked up at you, chewing on his lip nervously. Your lips were parted.

“You need to sing for me more often,” was all you breathed, and he laughed, a faint pink blush tinting his magnificent cheeks.

“That’s all we’ve got right now,” he admitted, “Did you like it?”

“It was incredible!” You exclaimed, throwing your hands up. Luke laughed loudly at your childish tone and you just smiled, happy that you could make him happy.

“Do you think you can teach me?” You asked suddenly. Luke’s eyebrows arched, “Really? Sure.”

“Thank you,” you grinned at him as he took his guitar off his lap and handed it to you.

You positioned it in your own lap, crossing your legs and using your thighs as a pedestal. Luke shifted a bit closer so that now he was sitting directly in front of you. You looked up at him, shocked at the proximity of your bodies. He caught your gaze and cocked an eyebrow and you looked back down, blushing madly.

“Okay,” Luke began, grabbing your fingers. He set them on the neck of the guitar, positioning each one individually. He then grabbed your other hand and brought it to the strings of his guitar. Your cheeks were on fire.

“So this is called a C chord,” Luke cleared his throat awkwardly as he gripped your fingers, transferring the pick into your hand. Using his fingers, he struck a string, emitting a moderate sound. You nodded.

“Okay,” you said slowly, attempting to pluck at the chord yourself. You were grateful for the dimly lit atmosphere, not wanting him to see your pink face.

“And, er,” Luke hesitated, looking uneasy, “This is a G.”

Another twinge. You kept still; your knees were brushing Luke’s, and he was so close that you could smell the scent of his cinnamon cologne, the smell invading your nostrils and putting your entire being at ease.

“Sorry,” Luke apologized, looking at you sheepishly, “I’m not used to playing this way, obviously. It’s kind of confusing.”

“It’s fine,” you assured, smiling lightly. You pulled the guitar off your lap and set it down on the bedding beside you, “Maybe some other time.”

Okay, so maybe you were slightly disappointed.

“What?” Luke blurted, looking at you incredulously. You glanced at him, standing up off his bed.

“What’s wrong?” You asked. Luke fiddled with his fingers, “Just…don’t let this be awkward.”

“Luke, what on earth are you–?” You began, but you cut yourself off sharply as Luke’s hand wrapped around your waist. He pulled you down towards him, and with a shriek you fell squarely into his lap.

“Oh my God,” you laughed lightly, and Luke chuckled along with you, seeming relieved that you hadn’t cussed him out.

“Just stay there,” Luke giggled, reaching for his guitar on the bed. Smooth fingers wrapped around the neck of the instrument and he quickly pulled it towards him. You, in the meantime, placed your hands on his knees and pushed yourself up into a sitting position, getting comfortable in his lap.

He groaned when you did. Immediately, your face peered over you shoulder inquisitively. You blushed, “I’m heavy, aren’t I?”

“No, no,” he said hastily, shaking his head, “The guitar is.”

He smiled, but you could tell he was lying. You shifted around a bit more and your eyes widened once you felt something hard poking into your back.

Oh God. You couldn’t believe it

Had you given Luke Hemmings a fucking boner?

“Um,” Luke cleared his throat, sounding constricted, “Okay, so…”

He snaked his arms over your, wrapping you in some sort of protective embrace. It took all of your willpower to not lean back into his strong and firm chest. His body was so broad, and you found it so attractive.

“As I was saying,” Luke breathed quietly. You could feel his chest rising and falling with breaths, could feel his words puffing out onto your shoulder, “This is a C chord.”

He struck the chord and it echoed out into the quiet house. You nodded, blush creeping onto your cheeks as you felt Luke lean in a bit closer to reach the far end of the neck of his guitar.

“So if you play a C, followed by a G,” Luke played the short sequence, “You get that.”

“Okay,” you nodded, and you boldly tried to mimic his actions. Immediately you cringed. The sound was high-strung and squeaky, and you shrunk back unconsciously into Luke’s front.

“Ugh,” you shivered at the noise. Luke burst into laughter, and you couldn’t help but to join him. It was a pretty horrendous attempt.

“Oh my God,” Luke chuckled lowly, pressing his forehead to the nape of your bare neck. His skin seemed to shock yours, and your fingers twitched with anticipation, tingles running down your spine.

Luke noticed it too, “Whoa, sorry.”

“It’s okay,” you looked back at him, still giggling lightly. His eyes were a bright blue, alert and attentive, and his arms seemed to tighten around you as your gazes met.

“Y/N?” He breathed heavily.

“Yeah Luke?”

“We’re friends, right?”

You let out another small titter at his words. Was he blind? You were now wrapped around his finger like everyone else at school.

“Of course we are, silly,” you teased.

“And…” Luke hesitated, “…would it go against the rules of friendship if I were to kiss you right now?”

In response, you merely shook your head. Luke smiled in an embarrassed fashion, but you wanted this.

“Not at all,” you said softly.

And then he was kissing you. You were slightly shocked, not actually expecting it, but you quickly regained your composure, kissing him back. You’d only kissed someone a handful of times, and Luke seemed so experienced, so of course you were intimidated.

Luke grabbed his guitar and pulled it away so that you could have more leeway. You climbed off of him for a moment as he set his guitar down on the floor, and that suddenly made you nervous. Was he planning on doing more than simply making out on the bed?

He leaned back down to where you were, his lips once again finding yours. You couldn’t deny that you liked the way he kissed you, like he’d been repressing everything and it was all pouring out now.

His palm rested near your thigh and you quickly wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him back down onto the bed with you. Both of you giggled as you scrambled up to where the pillows were, you lips connecting and disconnecting multiple times.

Luke’s left hand found your hip, the other brushing a few fallen strands of hair out of your face. He pulled back to watch you for a moment, and you stared back at him, out of breath. He smiled at you.

You ran your fingers through his silky blonde hair and leaned back up to meet his lips. He quickly obliged.

On a swerve of confidence, you flipped the two of you over. Luke pulled back, looking at you in disbelief and you simply giggled, “Don’t underestimate me, Hemmings.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he breathed, and you laughed. Slowly and sensually, you grinded yourself down on him, and he groaned. You took that as a good sign; you didn’t actually have much of an idea of what you were doing. You’d only had sex once, and had regretted it right after.

But with Luke, being intimate felt right. It felt like home, where you could be yourself. So you might as well have been confident, a feeling you weren’t acquainted to.

“Fuck, Y/N,” Luke groaned, closing his eyes as your centers rubbed together through your sweats. You giggled excitedly, happy that you were doing something right. Your fingers found the hem of Luke’s tank, and you quickly tugged it upwards.

He understood and you leaned back on your knees so that he could sit up, quickly ridding himself of his top. He discarded it somewhere into the dark room, and you marvelled at his torso.

He was pale, with a very broad chest and shoulders. His stomach was flat and tense as he waited for you to make your next move, his nipples small pink discs. You slowly ran your hands from his shoulders down to his pecs, down to his abdomen. You could feel faint ridges of tense muscle underneath your palms and you savoured the feeling. He skin was burning hot.

“I think you should be topless too,” Luke teased you. You flushed a deep red but crossed your arms over your body nonetheless, gripping the hem of your (or was it his?) shirt and slowly pulling it up over your head.

You wore a plain white bra with a small lacy bow resting between the cups. Suddenly feeling very exposed, you looked up, trying to gauge Luke’s reaction to seeing you like this.

His eyes were wide and he was licking his lips hungrily, staring over your entire body as though he wanted to devour you. You climbed back onto his lap, subtly grinding down on him again, and he traced your shoulder with his fingers. His touch dipped down to your collarbone, after a while running down the valley of your breasts, making you shiver.

Luke leaned in to kiss you again, which you reciprocated. After a while, he moved away, scraping his lips along your cheek and jawline before preparing to give his full attention to your neck. He kissed up and down the column of your throat, making you tilt your head back to offer him more access. Your lips parted as you stared up at the ceiling, loving the way he felt against your throat at the moment.

“Luke,” you couldn’t help but to whimper. He spoke his next words against the flesh of your neck, sending vibrations along your body, “Grind on me, Y/N.”

It took you a moment to process what he’d said, but when you did, you slowly began to circle your hips on his. He continued pressing kisses to your neck and nipping on small patches of skin, making you close your eyes.

How had you two gotten here? Five minutes ago he was trying to teach you how to play his guitar.

You raked your fingers through Luke’s hair, mussing it, and he sucked on a spot right above your collarbone. You cried out and he chuckled, knowing that he’d found your sweet spot. He continued to suck at it and even nipped it a few times, and you shook from the inexperience and sensitivity.

The whole while, your hips were circling against one another. Luke’s were snapping upwards, meeting yours in perfect harmony. You whimpered when Luke blew cool air onto your sweet spot, and you whispered, “Luke.”

“Yes Y/N?” He pulled back quickly. You smiled at how he would stop in a heartbeat if you asked him to, and how he was constantly worried about pushing you too far; it was endearing.

“I-I want us to take our pants off,” you explained timidly, and you could almost feel the fire of your cheeks transfer onto his as he blushed too. He nodded slowly.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah,” you breathed.

“Okay,” he replied simply, his lips a dark red from all of the kissing you’d indulged in. Your fingers hooked through the waistband of your sweatpants, and you timidly pulled them down, exposing Luke to your lower half.

Your body was in no way perfect. There were stretch marks on your breasts and your thighs, your knees were knobby, and your stomach wasn’t exactly flat. You looked up shyly at Luke, whose gaze was sweeping down your entire body.

“Oh my God,” he let out. You crossed your arms over your body; he was looking at you like you were some sort of specimen in a lab.

“No, don’t do that,” Luke grappled with your wrists gently, trying to uncover you.

He muttered something under his breath, seeming to scold himself, “God, I’m sorry. It’s just, I’ve had a crush on you since freshman year and I never actually thought–”

“You like me?” You asked incredulously, cutting him off.

He nodded frantically, his eyes blown out with lust, yet they weren’t raking down your figure anymore. Luke was staring at you with adoration, something you had never really seen in a boy’s eyes before.

“Hell yeah,” he practically sighed, raking his hand through his hair.

You grabbed his hand and twined your fingers together as he spoke, “We’ve only ever had English together, and I watched you all the time. I think you’re amazing. And today–fuck, I wanted tonight to be a date so bad, I was just too scared to actually ask.”

Your cheeks were as red as a tomato by the time he finished his short rant. You didn’t think anyone in school was attracted to you, much less Luke Hemmings. He was popular, social and had dozens of girls falling at his feet; you were more of a wallflower, not wanting to get on anyone’s bad side and simply preferring to stay out of the spotlight.

“I really like you, Luke,” you admitted almost as thought you were ashamed. And then you leaned forward to kiss him again.

His lips were soft and welcoming, nothing rushed about this kiss. His bright blue eyes closed as you both savoured the kiss and the confessions of one another. You didn’t think that the fact had resonated in your mind yet; Luke Hemmings liked you.

Quickly and hastily, Luke’s fingers slipped into the band of his own sweatpants and he pulled them down swiftly. You climbed back into his lap as he kicked the constraining material away and they disappeared into the room, no longer needed. Luke wore black American Apparel boxers, and you could see a visible tent in the crotch of his underwear.

The fact that you’d managed to give him a boner made you giggle like a toddler. Luke smiled sheepishly, his cheeks showcasing just how embarrassed he actually was.

He gripped your hips as you straddled him, your cotton-covered core coming into contact with the arousal in his boxers. You let out a sharp gasp and buried you face into Luke’s neck. All of the teasing and foreplay had made you sensitive, your clit swollen and begging for attention within the confines of your panties.

“So good,” Luke groaned as you rocked back and forth on him.

With the two of you now only in your underwear, you took the opportunity to run your palms along the plains of his torso, sweeping along his pecs and gripping his shoulders as your head fell back.

Luke resumed kissing your neck, sucking viciously on your sweet spot, and you knew there would be a mark left over. His hands skimmed up and down your sides, the cool metal of his few rings contrasting greatly to the hot and sticky atmosphere of your actions.

“Y/N,” Luke confessed, “I want to touch you. I want you.”

In response, you grabbed the hands that were roaming your body, bringing them up to your face. You kissed the tip of each of Luke’s fingers, stopping at last to suck on his left pinky, the one that housed a sleek silver band.

In a very un-Y/N-like way, you set his hands on your shoulders before staring into Luke’s face. His eyes were wide, his lips parted in awe of your sudden confidence. You smiled softly at him before dragging his hands down your upper chest and over the cups of your bra, down your stomach and your hips, finally planting them on your upper thighs and leaving them there.

“Then take me,” you whispered.

You couldn’t believe what you were doing.

“Fuck,” Luke hissed as he quickly flipped the two of you over. He hovered over you, his right palm planted on the pillow beside your head to keep himself aloft. His other hand traced the contour of your right cheek, and he leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

His hand slowly progressed lower on your body, fingers dancing along the straps of your white bra, sliding them down your shoulders timidly. He looked at you for permission, and you nodded.

His hands snuck behind your back, grabbing hold of the clasp and working to undo it. When he finally succeeded, you froze, remembering the imperfections on your body.

Luke sensed your unease. He looked at you inquisitively, “What’s wrong?”

“I have stretch marks,” you whispered, blushing a fiery red and looking away, ashamed that you had to come out and say it in such a blunt way.

“So?” Luke asked, not unkindly. You shyly met his eyes, only to find that they were sparkling with adoration for you. He didn’t seem to care about the blemishes or lines or wrinkles on certain parts of your body.

In a sudden spurt of confidence and gratefulness for Luke Hemmings, you threw your arms around his neck, your lips clashing together. He kissed you back with equal passion and you subconsciously wrapped your legs around his waist, clutching him to you.

His hands framed your face sweetly, but now you were ready to bare yourself to him. You shrugged off your bra straps, letting the material fall loosely onto the bed beside you. Luke broke away from your lips and stared at your breasts somewhat hungrily. He stared for a long moment, making you shift uneasily.

“God, you’re perfect,” he sighed, and you quickly felt your face heat up again.

Luke lowered his hands and got to your collarbone before freezing. He looked up at you worriedly, “Can I?”

“Duh,” you merely giggled, and he smiled sheepishly.

His fingers brushed over the valley of your breasts before he ran them along your chest gently. He paid attention to your right first, simply trailing his fingertips along the soft skin. As he neared your nipple, you felt the small bud tighten up. Luke’s fingers danced delicately along the bumps that had now formed on your areola.

“That feels nice,” you sighed lightly.

Luke took that as a sign to actually put a bit more pressure, and he leaned down, kissing along the skin of your cleavage gently. You shuddered at the feeling of his warm lips sponging pecks along one of the most private and reserved parts of your body.

Luke placed hot, open-mouthed kisses on your skin, his fingers tweaking the nipple of your other breast gently. You gasped as he suddenly moistened his lips and pressed a wet kiss to your right nipple.

“Is that okay?” He wondered, and you nodded your head frantically. His head bent again, and this time, he took your nipple past his lips, concealing it in the hot cavern that was his mouth.

You let out a sharp squeak, and he began to pull back, wondering if he’d done something wrong. But then you ran your fingers through his hair, reassuring him with breathy gasps and soft moans as he swirled his tongue around the erect bud.

“It feels so good Luke,” you whimpered out as he gave a particularly forceful suck.

He pulled your nipple from his mouth and a pop, looking at you through hooded eyes and bucking his hips down down into yours, grinding them firmly. Your fingers raked through his hair, grabbing fistfuls, and he groaned. You guess he liked that.

Luke suddenly sat up on his knees, straddling your thighs. He looked at you, his palms running down your stomach and stopping at the waistline of your plain cotton panties. He looked at you, hooking his index fingers through the waistline.

You nodded.

And then he was tugging your underwear down so quickly that you thought he would simply rip them from your body. Once they reached your knees you shimmied them down and kicked them off frantically.

You were now completely bare in front of Luke Hemmings, star musician and well-adored student of your school.

And he was staring at you like he was torn between caressing your body like royalty or fucking your brains out.

“Fuck baby, you’re beautiful,” Luke murmured, eyeing your dripping heat and your swollen clit. You shivered as the pet name fell from his lips and his warm breath washed over your intimate area.

Luke leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your clit, making you suck in a sharp gasp. Subconsciously, your hands shot down your body, fingers twining in his hair.

“Luke,” you gasped, closing your eyes. Luke’s body rumbled with a chuckle and he pressed kisses along your folds, his arms wrapping around your thighs, his hands holding your hips down firmly.

When Luke licked a stripe up your core, your hips bucked up, but he quickly held them down. He repeated the action, and you bit your lip to keep from making any noise; it felt really good, but you didn’t want to seem desperate.

But Luke had other ideas. “Moan, Y/N. How else am I supposed to know what you like?”

“It’s embarrassing,” you replied back in a small voice. Luke chuckled, peppering kisses to the inside flesh of your thighs before lifting his head and smirking at you.

“No,” he said, “What’s embarrassing is not being able to get my girl to come, because she’s scared I won’t think her moans are sexy as fuck. Because they are.”

Your cheeks burned crimson when he claimed you as his, and Luke just cocked an eyebrow at you, his lips curving up in a knowing little smirk. He ducked his head back down into your heat, continuously lapping at your folds. You gasped.

“Luke,” you whimpered, raking your fingers through his hair. He groaned into your core, the vibrations maximizing against your sensitive clit and making your eyes roll back in your head. You were wet, so, so wet, and Luke was licking you up as though he’d been starved of your sweet pussy his entire life; and in a way, he had.

“Fuck, princess,” Luke growled, “You taste like peaches. So fucking good.”

His filthy words made you shiver, and your thighs tightened around his head, your heels digging into the smooth skin of his shoulder blades. Luke’s fingers ran along the span of your hips, tickling you slightly as his tongue traced around your dripping hole.

Suddenly his tongue dipped inside, and you let out a cross between a gasp and a high pitched whine. You grabbed onto Luke’s hand, your fingers intertwining as he timidly poked his tongue in again.

“Oh my God,” you whined, throwing your head back. Luke’s tongue was wide and flat, a perfect oval, and he squeezed your hands adoringly. There was a thin sheen of sweat coating both of your bodies now, and you felt your hair coming undone from its bun and sticking to the nape of your neck.

“Luke, please,” you gasped, your lips parting at the magnificent feeling. Loud, obscene sounds were filling the room. You looked down at Luke and your gazes met just as he took your clit into his mouth and sucked harshly.

You cried out, your toes digging into the smooth flesh of his back. In response, Luke chuckled, mumbling against your skin, “Like that, beautiful?”

“Luke Hemmings!” You gasped in a high-pitched voice, “Fuck me. Now.”

Luke pulled his lips away from your delicious core and looked at you with wide eyes. Your own lips parted as you realised what you’d just said…and how much you’d actually meant it.

“Y/N,” Luke began, placing his hands on the mattress and lifting himself up. He hovered above you again, his lips shiny with your juices, “Are you sure?”

“Please,” you nodded, trying to hide your desperation.

He chewed on his lips, his blue eyes boring into your dull ones. “Okay.”

He leaned down to kiss you softly. You sighed, tasting yourself on his tongue. Without pulling his mouth from yours, Luke stretched out, fumbling blindly with one of the drawers in his nightstand. He finally opened it and produced a square packet.

“God baby,” Luke groaned, not knowing just how much of an effect his pet names had on you, “I’ve wanted you like this for so long.”

You couldn’t reply, realising that he was ripping open the foil packaging and guiding it towards his shaft.

It was actually happening. You were going to have sex with Luke Hemmings. You were–shockingly–very excited. You couldn’t deny the attraction you felt towards him, and he only became more amazing now that you knew about his feelings towards you.

Luke rolled on the condom and grasped himself, bringing his tip to your core. It brushed your clit, sending shivers down your spine and making him smile lightly. You just blushed.

“Fuck,” he breathed, looking at you, “Can I just put it in? You’re so goddamn magnificent.”

You giggled in response and nodded. Luke placed both hands near your head and slowly inched into you.

You were soaked. But nonetheless, it was still a foreign feelin, and you needed a moment. Luke realized this and stilled, letting you adjust to his size before pushing in a bit further. The process repeated until he was completely lodged inside of you.

“Give me a second,” you whispered to him. Your hands wound around his neck and you pulled him down, your lips meeting in a passionate kiss.

Luke moaned into your mouth, “Fuck darling, you’re so tight.” He began to move slowly, pulling all the way out before sliding back in with ease. You gasped at the pleasure, your hands gripping his neck and playing with the small sweaty curls at the nape.

“C'mon Luke,” you teased, craving more of the divine feeling, “Pound me.”

He let out a moan at your words and pulled out of you so quickly that you’d barely had any time to register it before he plunged back in. A whine slipped from your lips.

“Dammit,” Luke cursed, “Your pussy babe–so fucking tight.”

You gripped his shoulders and kissed him again. His hands left the spaces near your head and grabbed your hips so tightly you thought he would leave bruises. Suddenly he retreated away from you, sitting up onto his knees and looking down at you hungrily. He continued to thrust, his hips snapped forward and his hands pulling your torso onto him with each thrust. You cried out.

“Luke!” You moaned, sighing in pleasure. You were sensitive, your body nearing the brink of an orgasm. Subconsciously, your own hands came up to squeeze at your breasts, and Luke swore once he perceived this, his blue eyes hazy with lust, his teeth digging into his bottom lip.

“I’m not gonna last,” he admitted, rocking into you at a speed that could’ve proved a challenge for a jet. You closed your eyes, several “me neither"s spilling from your lips. Your back arched to the point of pain as you gasped and writhed in Luke’s hold. He leaned down, sponging sloppy kisses along the valley of your breasts all the way to your navel.

“God Y/N,” he groaned, sounding pained, “You have no idea how many times I’ve fantasized about this. You’re so–fuck–so goddamn gorgeous. You’re mine, promise me that you’re mine.”

“I promise,” you practically sobbed, your eyes squeezed closed. You were biting on your left thumb to keep in all of the curses threatening to escape.

“Good,” Luke growled, and with a final thrust, you felt yourself spill over the edge, your orgasm washing over you like a tidal wave. Your body shook and writhed, and in your daze, you felt Luke’s hands run over you in an attempt to soothe you.

“Shit!” you gasped, your muscles tensing and relaxing. You had no idea how long it lasted for, but once you finally regained your senses, Luke still hadn’t finished.

“I c-can’t hold on,” he stuttered weakly, his shaft sliding in and out of you at a lightning pace. You winced at the sensitivity but let him carry on nonetheless.

Sitting up, you wrapped your arms around Luke’s neck, pulling him close to you. You then pulled the both of you down onto his mattress, staring into his eyes the entire time.

“Come for me, Luke,” you whispered, “I’m yours.”

Luke bit down on his lip and you felt him twitch inside of you. A yell tore from his throat as you felt him release into the condom, his mouth popping into a little ‘o’ and a whimper escaping every so often. You kissed the tip of his cute little nose as his hands held your hips in place, his body still as he rode out his orgasm.

Once he finally came down from his high, everything was silent, slowly, his eyes opened, the light blue irises gazing at you hazily. The left corner of his mouth rose into a small smile, and you returned it, both of you exhausted.

“Wow,” he breathed, and you merely giggled hoarsely. He rolled off of you, pulling off the condom and knotting it before tossing it into a trash can beside his bedside table.

“You okay?” He asked you gently, moving closer to you and running his fingers up your spine. You shivered lightly but nodded, “I’m a bit sore, to be honest. But I’ll be fine tomorrow.”

He chuckled lightly, his left arm winding around your midsection. His lips fluttered against your shoulder, “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” you giggled, blushing madly at the fact that you two were still naked. You turned so that you were facing the blonde boy and you smiled cheekily, “It was worth it.”

He chuckled again, but worry washed into his eyes, “Please don’t leave,” he said suddenly, “I won’t be able to handle it. I’ve liked you for so long, and I can’t–”

“Luke!” You cut off his rambling, “I meant what I said. I’m yours.”

And then you kissed him again.


The next day, you exited the car, bidding your mother goodbye and slamming the door. She drove off with a wave, and as soon as you turned you saw a blonde, lanky boy run up to you with a smile on his face.

“Hey,” Luke said breathlessly, stopping in front of you. He wore black jeans, a black shirt with maroon sleeves, dark Converse and his maroon SnapBack. Before you could say anything, he leaned down and kissed you, letting the action draw out for several seconds.

“Luke!” You gasped as he pulled back, smiling deviously at you. You laughed, but swatted at his arm, “You’re a dork, you know that?”

He shrugged, his grin wide. He wrapped an arm around your shoulders as you both began walking towards the main entrance of your school. You were painfully aware of many students watching you, and you couldn’t stop the faint pink colouring that rose to your cheeks.

Luke laughed, noticing your embarrassment, and pressed a sloppy yet consoling kiss to your cheek, “But I’m your dork, correct?”

You grinned up at him, giving him a playful little shove with your shoulder.



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The Way You Look Tonight

A/N: I’ve had this sitting on my hard drive for centuries waiting to be expanded, but I think it works best as a one shot. Set during the S6 episode 5:15; inspired by the S7 episode Who’s Been Sleeping Here in which we learn that Hyde has a thing for Frank Sinatra. (I’m 100% certain that Jackie was sitting just out of frame behind the cash register laughing her ass off.) Pure fluff and nonsense. 

For @thebooklovinggirl​ <3<3<3

– Hey Jackie, do you and Hyde want to go? 

– Oh, I’m in. But I can’t ask Steven, I’m still on probation for tricking him into a ballroom dancing class.

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anonymous asked:

Chocobros in Hogwarts houses?

Ohh I love this! Are you ready for some fucking essays? So I took sometime to think about it and I know my choices are probably gonna make a lot of you go ‘uh no’ and you guys can totally, absolutely disagree, but here are my choices ( totally not listening to HP soundtracks as I write this btw….):

Originally posted by zuzalou

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a plague demon oc!! 

his name is Ku and he was formed from the asiatic cholera! his posture is actually very horrible, he slouches and slumps a lot

bc he’s a coward and is always running away from things, he’s the fastest out of all the demons in his village, so he was forced to be messenger/delivery boy

he gets anxious if he’s not grabbing onto something, so he pulls down his hood a lot

non-bunnary  asked:

Whispers fight me Hux would dominate the hell out of Kylo

oooooh we’re gonna have to disagree on this one XD. Personally, I think they switch but I’d like to direct your attention to a few pictures. Step into my office of Sub!Hux headcanons.


First off Hux is making himself like VERY small here. He’s slouching, his arms are perfectly even and close to his sides, the steps he’s taking are small, as opposed to Kylo who’s swinging his arms as he walks and seems to be standing up straight.

 He looks TINY compared to Kylo. Part of this is that Ren’s fucking cloak/robe thing is big and the difference in the actors’ body types but he and Kylo are the same height. Here Hux looks at least few inches shorter. He’s slouching a bit, AND he’s walking a few steps behind Kylo and to his left, which is a pretty basic military walking pattern for a subordinate.

2. (gifs Via shasheenka from this post)

Again Hux and Ren are the same height but Hux is clearly looking UP at Kylo. He’s slouched again so he’s shorter, rather than drawing himself up to meet Kylo’s eyes levelly as one would expect since they’re arguing in this scene.

And notice how he lowers his eyes before Kylo turns away. Hux’s uniform may say dom but his body language says sub, my friend.

Yule Ball Memories

Requested - We kissed, and I’m the only one who seems to remember. Draco Malfoy kinda angry but fluffy and cute. Please and thank you love your writing ^_^]

A/N: Aw, thank you - I’m glad you like my writing :)

‘Will you sit still?’ Padma sighed, with no attempt to keep the exasperation out of her voice.

We were in the Ravenclaw common room during one of our free periods. The place was nearly deserted, with most people spending time trying to catch glimpses of the students from the other schools. A few of our fellow classmates were floating about, but they were giving us a wide berth as I paced up and down one side of the common room. Padma was curled up on one of the armchairs, her feet tucked under her as she read the book she’d rested on the arm. Every so often, however, I could feel her gaze following me.

‘How am I supposed to sit still?’ I asked, throwing my hands up to show how futile I thought that would be.

I rounded on her though. Padma’s always been really good at the stern motherly glare, and that’s what was being shot my way this very second. I sighed, slouched slightly as I slunk towards the chair beside her, and slumped into the thing.

‘Is this still to do with Malfoy?’ she asked, her tone slightly softer now that I’d finally appeared to settle.

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Signs as people I know

Aries: He is very competitive and usually cries or gets very frustrated when his team in PE looses. CHILDISH AF. DRAMATIC. He can actually be a great partner in projects, he works very hard.
Taurus: She is going through a huge MCR phase. A highkey liar. She is best friends with a Capricorn. She is very short and slouches. Kinda chill. Good to vent to.
Gemini: SO HILARIOUS AND SARCASTIC. She knows how to party and has so much energy. Used to be my best friend until she got bored with me and just dropped me for someone else. Gotta still love her though.
Cancer: So so so so cute. Kinda moody and overreacts. Salty af. My great friend. She is so picky she only likes stuff like popcorn or ice cream. Loves youtube.
Leo: REBELLIOUS BADASS af. She is basically the stereotypical grunge tumblr girl. Laid back in most situations. fangirl of panic at the disco, fall out boy etc.. Fun, immatire and wild. Virgo: Kindest boy you will ever meet. Laughs at every joke you make. Shy. Likes to smile a lot. Gives best advice.
Libra: Biggest fuckboy ever. Brother of Cancer. Awkward and puberty hit him like a truck. High school changed him a lot.
Scorpio: my bestieeeee. So witty but shy. Warms up to you when you be yourself. Can be lowkey rude. Savage af. She has good revenge plans but I am the one to put them into action
Sagittarius: I used to have a crush on him. He likes to flirt. Free and extremely lazy. Bright smile. Kinda short. Funny and clumsy.
Capricorn: she is the least judgemental person ever. Funny, smart and cool. Can be kinda boring if she is tired. Coffee addict. Never does homework no matter how smart she is.
Aquarius: hates damn daniel jokes. SO KIND AND CUTE. Sarcastic. Very chill. Not an alien. Has a crush on me. Likes the same music as Katie. Scared for high school.
Pisces: My big sister. Throws shade like a boss. Used to be a swimmer ironically. Does like to dream and zone out. She is doing well in college. Smart and did experiment with pot with her Virgo roommate.
(Sorry for any grammar errors or spelling errors.. also no names lol)

kaitlynsmain  asked:

Hi! I was wondering if you had any advice on back posture while drawing?

Oh man I have absolutely horrible posture to be honest haha, I actually see a chiropractor monthly because of what I’ve done to my poor body (and because I have a day job that involves a lot of lifting).

I actually am very conscious about keeping my back straight when I sit down but I get distracted really easy and when i’m absorbed with a task i tend to slouch forward (lots of neck craning and back straining);

I have a very slouched posture in general and my back has seen way better days, my posture for both sitting AND standing is pretty bad equally. It’s hard to break the habit of a way you’ve just gotten comfortable being (even if it’s terrible for you) but it just helps to be conscious about what you’re doing.

But as for things you can do to help ease it a bit is a yoga ball to sit on, I don’t use it as often as I should but it was recommended by my chiropractor and it forces you to sit straight up (plus they’re sorta fun to bounce on while working lol)

I hear back braces are pretty good too, I personally don’t use one but I have one for my wrist to keep it straight and it works really well! There’s also just simply keeping your feet planted on the ground while working, you should also be taking breaks while working for a long time which would be a good time to check out how you’re sitting and try and rearrange yourself (plus stretches are REALLY good before and after sitting down)

THESE are pretty good (so is this one for simple sitting down stretches) and I totally recommend googling more stretches as well, they really make it a lot easier on your body and back/neck!

oh, crumbs

okay, so i know i posted this last night, but it apparently deleted itself?? idk, here have it again, all cleaned up and sparkly-ish this time. ik the most important question that comes out of this, and the answer is yes, ferrero roche cupcakes do exist. i know it’s been a while, but life has sucked really hard recently, so. blame mother n. 

[edit: it’s now on: ao3 and]

    “you own the best bakery in town and i need an insane amount of                                                      [cupcakes] for this party au”

“Hello, this is Lily from Oh, Crumbs, how may I help you today?” Lily asks before she even has the phone to her ear.

There’s a pause on the other end and Lily almost hangs up because her morning hasn’t been great; the old oven they’ve been meaning to replace for months finally broke down halfway through baking a batch of cheese and bacon pasties.

“Uh, hi.” A male voice greets from the other end. His voice is deep, and there’s a slight crackle to it that tells her he smokes.

“Hi,” she smiles at the clock on the wall, despite knowing he can’t see her. Customer service at its finest, she thinks, reaching for the pad of paper and pen a few inches away from where she’s sitting. “How can I help?”

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anonymous asked:

Must have spring pieces?

sure thing sorry it took me so long to get to this !! i responded to an overall trends ask for spring so you can look @ that for inspiration but i’ll link affordable pieces. 

neutral story: you’re gonna see a lot of long+ airy linens, cream/off-white, taupe. linen maxi + midi dresses + pants. knits knits knits.

denim story: denim is gonna be so huge this s/s especially bc of the whole 70’s thing coming back. w that being said you wanna do it in “different” ways or just other than jeans; ie. dresses jumpers overalls. as far as jeans go i rly think forever did a great boyfriend jean for a good price …….. trying to migrate any + all skinny jeans out of my wardrobe. i don’t really fuck w wide leg pants bc they look silly on my body type but these are also back in full swing // on trend for this year. with denim — play up with washes (white denim!!) + patchwork

camping trip/coach ss15/if you were into normcore this is your next move: surplus jackets, desert/army green color story, slouchy tailoring, stripes + relaxed basics. boiler suits, boxy crops, fisherman’s jackets, teva sandals, shorts w big pockets, all very utility all very structured w a slouch. lots of pockets and toggles.

sportswear: scuba knit, racer front crops, addidas track pants …..kinda same old same old just fresher designs still incorporating mesh tops, hi-shine fabrics, separates (intentionally matching top + bottom) 90’s styled tube dresses w high top sneakers.

70’s story: a-line minis, lots of corduroy. suede accented pieces, pattered wide leg trousers, platform clogs + studs, unitard trousers, lots of fringe, plunging v kneck lines, scarfs around the neck, jewel tones.

not all my styles for sure, but that’s what’s trending. for me i’m gonna be doing a lot of neautrals, knits + denims. shoes: mules, minimal sandals x + x and cutout booties.


Forgive the creepy styrofoam head- I got it from a friend and thought it would be better to use it to take a picture of my #knitswap hat as opposed to actually wearing it myself, y'know?

So yes, finished the #knitswap hat last night. I’m pleased with how it turned out. It’s definitely more saggy-beanie than tam, which I like. It’s a pretty loose-fitting hat but I’m not sure what the benefit would be of sticking some thin elastic into it. I like how the lace band is contrasted to the stockinette, it really stands out, especially in person (the lighting doesn’t really show that, unfortunately).

I hope to get this in the mail for my partner on Wednesday or Thursday. I would do it tomorrow but I have my first spinning wheel class tomorrow. :)