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List of anime series/movies with unique art styles.

For my friends on tumblr, in case you guys want something to watch, here’s a quick list of anime series/movies with unusual/unique art styles that you may or may not know.

Kaiba

With an artstyle reminiscent of the original Astro Boy, Kaiba has a very simplistic (yet stylized) and fluid style of animation and art. The story revolves around the titular character, who wakes up with a hole in his chest with no idea of who he is. I enjoyed this a lot for the art, music and characters, who all have realistic motivations and ideals, as well as the themes handled in it; such as what defines “being human” when bodies and memories are as disposable as plastic.
Genre: Sci-Fi, Psychological Drama

Redline

In terms of sheer action and excitement I got from watching a movie, I’ve got to say that Redline is one of the best ever in those departments. With a highly stylized comic-book-esque art style with a high influence from Western comics like Dick Tracy (with the emphasis on black shadows on solid colours and thick black outlines), this show is extremely fluidly animated, the movie is said to consist of 120 000 hand-drawn frames, taking seven years to complete. The movie follows the story of racer JP (aka “Sweet” JP, because of his refusal to use weaponry while racing) trying to win (and survive) the titular Redline, a race consisting of multiple racers from multiple different galaxies and planets.
Genre: Racing, Sci-Fi, Action

Mononoke

Every frame of this anime could be screencapped and slapped onto someone’s dashboard for their aesthetic. That is how distinct the art style and character design of this show is. The show uses a form of “plaid animation”, where something will be animated over a still color or object as it moves, creating most of the time a jarring effect that is usually the sign of a lazy animator, however in Mononoke, the show utilizes the art to create a sense of a surreal, dream-like environment, intentionally focusing on the jarring effect. The art and design of the environment is also extremely ornate and beautiful.
The show focuses on the story of the unknown Medicine Seller and his travels through Japan (in an unknown time period), killing spirits and creatures known as Mononoke. However, he cannot do so until he learns their Form, Truth and Reasoning/Regret, which leads to some very interesting lessons at the end of each story.
Genre: Mystery, Horror

Dead Leaves

Another comic-influenced movie, and just barely under an hour too; Dead Leaves is an extremely fun, hyper-action-packed movie with amazing character design (almost EVERY good character in this movie has a unique design, barring the civilains and generic bad guy cannon fodder), driven by slapstick, humor (usually of the sexual kind) and more pop culture references than you can digest within the time span they’re thrown at you. The story focuses on criminals Retro and Pandy; Retro having a TV instead of a head, and Pandy having a panda-like marking on her eye, who, shortly after waking up on the moon and causing havoc on a nearby planet, are imprisoned in a super-jail.
Genre: Action, Comedy, Sci-Fi

Kuuchuu Buranko / Welcome to Irabu’s Office

Combining rotoscoped 3D, 2D animation and live action elements, Kuuchuu Buranko is an extremely surreal look into the world of psychiatry. The art and designs were created by the lead artist of Mononoke, Kenji Nakamura. But whereas Mononoke had some subtlety to its art, this show is bright, colourful and neon as all hell. The show focuses on Dr. Ichiro Irabu and how he helps his patients with their problems, who are all connected in some way or the other.
Genre: Comedy, Psychological Drama

The Tatami Galaxy

With a bright visual style that also manages to be subtle at the same time, The Tatami Galaxy also utilizes not just its art as a device for story telling, but the form of the show itself to convey its messages. I can’t spoil too much about the show, but I can give you this: if you enjoy the first episode, please watch it to completion, as this show basically requires the viewer to watch the show in its entirety. The story focuses on an unnamed protagonist, commonly referred to as Watashi by the show’s fans, who tries to attain the “rose-tinted” college life style he has desired for his whole life, as well as all the challenges he faces on the way. With fast-paced dialogue, a lot of humor, interesting character and background designs, as well as the various forms of “characterization”, and also the themes tackled by this show, I’d say it’s one of my favorite shows of all time.
Genre: Slice of Life, Comedy, Drama, Psychological, Sci-Fi

Mind Game

Mind Game. Directed by Masaaki Yuasa (also the director behind The Tatami Galaxy, Kaiba and Ping-Pong). I don’t think words can do this movie justice, but I’ll try. Imagine a combination of 3D-morphing-into-2D, sketches, animated photo images of (presumably) the voice actor’s for talking, extremely smooth and fluid movement, plus an insane amount of exaggeration,all coupled with a huge range of bright and dark colours and you’ve got Mind Game’s animation style down somewhat. Go look up more GIFs, they’ll help you understand the range of styles this surreal (and extremely fun) movie goes through. The plot follows Nishi, a down-on-his-luck, 20-years-old manga writer, running into his childhood crush Myon. He discovers she’s getting married soon while they’re talking inside her father’s restaurant. After that (plus another key event), the craziness in the movie begins; Nishi having a new-found desire to live life.
Genre: Comedy, Surrealism, 

Tekkonkinkreet

Tekkonkinkreet, although similar in appearance to some Masaaki Yuasa works, was not made by the man himself (although, it was made by the company, Studio 4°Cthat helped produce Mind Game). This movie has incredibly detailed backgrounds, similar to a Studio Ghibli film, with amazing usage of lighting, camera shots and motion blur as well as a wide variety of colours and shades. The story follows Black and White, two street orphans who call themselves “The Cats”, trying to keep control of their town from dangerous enemies. Although vastly different in personalities, they support each other emotionally, mentally and physically very well.
Genre: Action, Drama, Adventure

The Diary of Tortov Riddle

The Diary of Tortov Roddle, although very short (6 episodes all leading up to 14 minutes! Watch it here! It has three special episodes that are part of the DVD though), is an interesting adventure of a surreal world that seems almost like a moving/animated picture rather than a movie or series. It follows the journey of Tortov Roddle and his pig-steed throughout this world, with just his calm thoughts and experiences. There’s no dialogue in this series but it doesn’t really require any dialogue at all, the only dialogue being Tortov’s journal entries at the beginning and end of each episode. The music, lack of dialogue and artall contribute to a very interesting, mysterious atmosphere.
Genre: Fantasy, Surrealism, Adventure

The Tale of Princess Kaguya

Straight outta Compton Studio Ghibli, The Tale of Princess Kaguya is an adaption of one of the staples of traditional Japanese folklore, The Tale of the Bamboo Cutter. This film adapts the ancient story of the young princess who grew out of a bamboo shoot and breathes fresh new life into it while still staying 100% true to the source material. The art can only be described as absolutely gorgeous, using a pale colour palette in a constantly shifting style that recalls the ancient Japanese watercolour paintings that the original story was recorded on.

Genre:  Fantasy, Drama

Sayonara Zetsubou Sensei

Oh man this show.
Sayonara Zetsubou Sensei follows the story of Nozomu Itoshiki, an overdramatic teacher so pessismistic about everything that he would try committing suicide over pretty much the smallest inconvenience (his name, when its Japanese characters are read horizontally, also translates into “Despair”) and his bizarre homeroom students’ antics. The series parodies almost everything there is to satrize in Japanese culture (the show even parodies itself from time to time with casual 4th wall-breaking from every show), as well as the general media and politics of the world, as well as having an insane amount of references to various things regardless of fame; from Gundam, Evangelion and Gurren Lagann, to Franz Kafka, Edward Gorey and South Park. The art’s very minimal (which itself gets parodied later on in the series), but it, uh, changes a lot, to put it simply.

Genre: Comedy, Parody

Ping-Pong

(gotta lot of requests to list this one)

Sports anime tends to always get a bad rep amongst anime fans for various reasons, whether it be that the viewer gets tired of seeing another Dempsey Roll, or the amount of reused frames in the series, they’re all understandable.
And so comes Ping-Pong to shatter those preconceptions of what a sports anime can be. Focusing rather on the characters, their emotions and development rather than the titular game that the anime’s based on (unlike most sports anime), this coming-of-age show following two boys as they (one actually) strive to become the best table tennis players in the world, is directed by none other than Masaaki Yuasa, who has directed a lot of the shows and movies on this list actually, with his trademark style of not having a trademark artstyle (other than wobbly simple lines and psychedelic colours).

Genre: Psychological, Drama, Coming-Of-Age, Sports

Gankutsuou: The Count of Monte Cristo

(im still in the process of watching Gankutusou and Ping-Pong (thanks school) hence why they weren’t in the original post)

Gankutsuou is what most people would call “art porn”, as it uses various still textures, colours and patterns within the character’s lineart, similar to Mononoke and Kuuchuu Buranko though to a much greater extent, while using 3D and 2D animation on the characters and backgrounds. The story is broadly based on the titular story of The Count of Monte Cristo, but with many differences, such as being set in the year 5053, plotlines and character endings being altered/removed, the pacing being changed from the original story, as well as the incorporation of many sci-fi themes. The general aesthetic of the show is that of 19th century France in a highly futuristic setting.

Genre: Drama, Sci-Fi, Thriller, Supernatural

Kaiji

Based off a popular gambling manga by Nobuyuki Fukumoto, Kaiji follows the story of the titular character, Kaiji Itou, an unemployed slacker who spends his days gambling (and always losing), stealing, drinking and being obsessed with money. He suddenly finds himself 3 million in debt, and is offered the chance to erase all of his debt, and maybe even earn some cash, in one night.

Via gambling.

With thick bold lines, exaggerated expressions and hugely caricaturized faces that woul make more sense in a comedy that all serve as a plus to the show, Kaiji is an intense psychological thriller that always leaves you on the edge of your seat, with some of the most insane and dramatic gambles in any piece of fiction.

Genre: Psychological, Thriller, Gambling

Panty and Stocking With Garterbelt

Two angels, kicked out of Heaven, have been tasked with cleaning up the filthy sin-riddled Daten City, and can only return once they’ve gotten enough Heaven coins!

Not like that matters to Panty and Stocking anyways, whose only cares in the world are what tastes good, much to the chagrin of local priest Garterbelt.

With a ton of American pop culture references, humor that would make South Park seem like a kid’s show, action that is so bizarre it can’t even be explained, and an animation style that’s more akin to a cartoon on a huge drug trip than anything else, Panty and Stocking with Garterbelt shows that sometimes too much of a good thing is still a good thing.

Genre: Comedy, Action, Parody, Not something to play around Grandma

Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure

There really is no other gif that explains and summarizes Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure better than this one.

Based off the hugely popular manga by Araki Hirohiko, the show follows the story of the Joestar bloodline. Jojo is unique in that it doesn’t follow one group of characters or main character throughout the entire franchise, but rather a different cast in a different location throughout the world, ranging from 1930s New York, to 1980s Japan, to Egypt and much more.

If I’m being rather vague about describing this rather popular show, I apologize, but there really is no way to properly explain this bizarre series.

With proportions that look like it was ripped straight out of a bodybuilder’s magazine, poses that could probably break your spine if even just attempted, and fights that end up being some of the most hype as well as some of the most ridiculous you’ll have ever seen, as well as a bright, dramatic colour pallete, this is a show that truly lives up to its “Bizarre” title.

(also protip: start with the 2012 adaption first rather than the 90s OVA, and read the manga.)

Genre: Action, Comedy, Supernatural, Mystery

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I first saw Woodstock running across a turnpike we were turning onto late one dark night in Peachtree Georgia Atlanta. Whilst we were shooting Lawless. He was a stray. 11 weeks old. Oh No we thought. Quickly Go get that dog not even sure it was a dog. Actually.  We stopped the car. It was pitch black literally. I used my phone to light the road in case a car came round the turnpike and couldn’t see me. And malletted me. And I tried to cover some ground but he was fast.  I watched this thing Running towards the highway in the pitch black making good speed towards the cars and lorries and I remember seeing what were its floppy ears bouncing towards the traffic. That dogs had it I thought. I couldn’t make out how big it was what breed it was? Nothing  just those two ears flapping away above a frantic bundle. Hurtling away from us towards impending doom that was for certain. Whatever it was had no road sense and was tearing away. I panicked a little because I couldn’t help it had no name to shout and now it was close to the freeway. I put my fingers to my mouth and I whistled. Loud as I could. The whistle pierced the black. And It stopped the dog dead in its tracks. Then it turned and set eyes on me in one swift movement the ears about faced and the dog decided to run straight at me in the darkness all flashes of teeth and snarling And shrieking. Fuck this I thought that’s not a fkn dog. What am I doing. It ran straight at me and hit me around the legs I couldn’t see but I could hear the distress and I reached down thinking I’m going to get bitten. It was so noisy shrieking. I snatched out expecting to feel teeth and grabbed a fist full of soft neck fur lifted what was actually an incredibly light weight up to my face and shone my phone at it. It was a very small bundle literally sagging from its neck fur with two big brown eyes staring straight into mine. Terrified and utterly quiet. When I got back to the car and sat in my seat he lay on my shoulder and fell asleep. And snored clearly he’d been through a lot. And now the ordeal was seemingly over enough for him to relax. Jessica asked me was he a girl or a boy. Its a boy I said. How do you know. Erm… I can feel his Woodstock. great !!! let’s call him Woodstock!!! And so it was. He was covered in dogshit. Now so was I. And we rode and We took him straight to the pet store to clean him up and buy him well things.., lots of things things dogs need and we walked the aisles the three of us letting him
Choose toys and his lead and his collar. I’ll
Never forget that night. It was wonderful. One minute he was almost dead next terrified. Then picked up by strangers then after He had a power nap in the car, the next he’s walking with his bandy leg John Wayne strut under the strip lighted aisles of this massive pet store happy and playful.
He wore a red bandana that night and from then on and drank religiously from the toilet throughout the night despite having a few bowls of water in the apartment he was every inch a survivor.  He wasnt house broken it didn’t matter we were outdoors mostly and He ate through trailer doors and made many friends and Pnut had him on the lead off set and He became our onset dog  I will always be eternally grateful to Georgia. It gave me the greatest of joys of being a dog owner  And the bestest of friends after Max had passed Woody arrived He was 11 weeks old approx. The first morning we had him. He ate a turd and we chased him to drop it but he gobbled it down because he must have thought we wanted to eat it. So he ate it as fast as he could. We just wanted him to eat some real food. He now had plenty. But there was a survivor in him. That was clear he had had to eat what he could and from then on it was clear he had food issues. But he would never go hungry again. His nickname was Yamaduki. Because he literally yammed down a duki. So Woodstock Yamaduki was his full name. Woody Thomas later Woody two shoes and Wu for short.

Woody came back to the Uk after Jess’s parents kindly looked after him to avoid quarantine they house trained him. He had my tshirt from Warrior. I picked him up from them in California when I shot Dark Knight and thanked them. He hadn’t forgotten me and despite the tireless efforts and hard work that Jessica’s Mum and husband had put into Woody he heard my whistle again and turned and ran at me and didn’t look back. I felt for them but secretly I was very happy that my friend and I were reconnected.  We all had a picnic we jumped into a lake Woody too and then it was clear Woody couldn’t swim and I hauled his ass out of the lake. Dragging him out the shit a second time cemented a pattern. I have hauled him out of rivers and ponds on many occasion since that day such was his love to chase ducks. Especially the Thames.
his rabies titer had cleared he spent a week in quarantine and he became a Londoner.

He was an Angel. And he was my best friend. We went through so much together.
Charlotte worked tirelessly with him to get him through a rough case of separation anxiety. He loved her like his Mum. And when she was pregnant he gaurded her fiercely.

He has been on many sets. Met many crews. Photo shoots premieres made many many friends he was #73 most influential animal in TIME magazine. He beat JAWS. Something we all thought was brilliant. He’s been in peaky blinders. Legend everyone who met him loved him. He didn’t have a bad bone in his body. All he knew was love.

I don’t normally speak out about family and friends but this is an unusual circumstance. Woody affected so many people in his own right so with great respect to his autonomy and as a familiar friendly face to many of you, it is with great great sadness a heavy heart that I inform you that after a very hard and short 6 month battle with an aggressive polymyostisis Woody passed away, two days ago. He was only Age 6. He was Far too young to leave us and We at home are devastated by his loss I am ultimately grateful for his loyal companionship and love and it is of some great comfort that he is no longer suffering. Above all I am completely gutted. the world for me was a better place with him in it and by my side.
To the bestest friend ever. To me and to a family who loved him beyond words and whom he loved without doubt more than I have ever known. Woody was the bestest of journey companions we ever could dream of having. Our souls intertwined forever.

A friend told me

He was special bro, a shining example of man’s best friend. He burnt very very bright and, those that burn very bright sometimes burn half as long.

Thankyou Woody for choosing to find us. We will love you and be with you and you with us forever. Never ever ever forgotten. Your Boy tom xxx I love you beyond words. To the moon and back again and again to
Infinity and beyond. Run with Max now and the Angels. I will see you when I get there.
With all of me I love you. Always Thankyou for
Your love beautiful boy.

accidentally?

Based on this prompt I said I’d fill a few days ago:

boss: “know why I called you in here?”
me: “because I accidentally sent you a dick pic”
boss: “accidentally?”

yup.

(on ao3)

“You need to stop pining after people you haven’t even spoken to,” Lydia says one day, probably because Derek—er, Mr. Hale, their boss—has just stepped through the front door of the cafe where they’re having lunch, and Stiles has trailed off mid-word to watch him walk up to the counter. In Stiles’ defense, he’s never seen Mr. Hale outside of the office before, let alone Mr. Hale wearing a leather jacket over his dress shirt. God, and Stiles thought the tailored suits were bad enough…

Anyway.

“Uh, I have too spoken to him,” Stiles says indignantly, tearing his eyes away from Derek’s broad back across the room. “One day I was coming out of the break room and I almost walked right into him and he said, ‘Excuse me,’ so then I said, ‘Oops,’ and he smiled at me. Kind of. A little bit. I mean, I interpreted it as a smile. There was some prolonged eye contact.”

Lydia abruptly stops stirring her fat-free latte to stare at him—one of those Oh god, it’s worse than I thought kind of looks. “That’s it?”

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Here we go again..................

That MTV interview with the photographer was a well written piece of propaganda for “Bare with me”, basically saying that love is love, and it is beautiful in all forms. The stuff about Lauren and Lucy was all propaganda to prop up the narrative.

The photographer and the wardrobe lady were only saying what they were advised to say. LIES! (though the wardrobe lady decided to fuck the narrative a bit with the “sisterly and maternal connection”) Management did the same thing with DWTS. Val was advised to lie about when and where he had his first meet up with Normani for DWTS. They had been rehearsing for days before that Houston Rodeo, yet they wanted to push the narrative to the general public that the girls were in on the surprise, and helped introduce Mani to her dance partner. Why? To show how much they support her decision to do her own thing.

My point is, they (management) have no problem getting outside forces, other than the girls, to help sell their narrative. The ladies who did that photo-shoot with Lauren and Lucy are no different. Why have the photographer say what she said? They needed someone, other than Lauren or Lucy, to confirm that Laucy was real, to prove that Camren wasn’t. That one interview killed three birds with one stone. It confirmed Laucy, destroyed Camren, then destroyed Laucy, all at the same damn time. Brilliant actually.

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Think Outside the Lovesquare Day 1: Wrong Number AU

(Just a note to clarify, I elected to use bolded text to indicate Adrien’s texts and italicized text to indicate the person texting him.)


Hey, are you back in France yet?

Adrien stared down at his phone. He wasn’t entirely sure who was texting him, but he could only guess it was someone working for his father. Maybe Nathalie needed a new number and hadn’t had the chance to tell him yet. He shrugged and replied.

Just got back today. I should be home soon.

How’s work?

Adrien raised a brow. Nathalie had been with him until the last two days, so she already had a pretty clear idea on how most of the work had gone. Maybe she just wanted to know about the last shoot.

Fine. Everyone seemed pretty happy with it.

Cool. Are you free this weekend?

Adrien checked his schedule, a bit confused that Nathalie was asking him, instead of the other way around.

I should be, yeah.

After all, she’d promised him a few days off after the grueling three weeks of travel and photo shoots and media attention. His calendar was indeed free aside from a fencing lesson he’d chosen to keep.

Wanna meet up?

Now he knew something was wrong. Nathalie wouldn’t ask

Wait. Is this Nathalie?

What? No, this is Nino.

After a moment, the mystery person added on.

I sat behind you last year.

Adrien frowned. So, it wasn’t Nathalie after all. That didn’t explain who it was, however.

Sat behind me? Where?

In class. Remember?

Now it was beginning to make sense. Adrien flopped back onto his bed and stared up at the screen. It really should have been obvious. After all, Nathalie and Chloe were the only ones who texted him.

I think you have the wrong number.

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anonymous asked:

Any opinions on Dex/Nursey as parents?

OOF. So I’m actually halfway into the first chapter of a secretdad!Nursey fic so I have a lot of dad!Nursey thoughts, but I actually had to put some thought into dad!Dex opinions, and then a good amount of thought into the combination of Dex/Nursey as parents! That said, do I have opinions on Dex/Nursey as parents? 

DO I EVER, MY FRIEND.

  • So first off: the way these boys were brought up has a Big Impact on how they are as parents.
    • Nursey was raised by two moms who loved him to pieces and let him be soft and feminine when he wanted to be and were hugely affectionate when they were there, but who also traveled a lot for work. Dex was raised by parents who also worked a lot, but who were almost always stressed about money–and he felt that stress really young and learned to internalize it. They both love their parents, but they also both picked up a lot from their parents–both “what to do” and “what not to do”.
  • That said:

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A Wedding and Two Proposals

Summary: Sequel to Smoulder! Thank the anon who asked me how Smoulder Adrien would propose to Marinette.

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Chapter One: A Wedding

“Ladies and Gentleman, please put your hands together for the Bride and Groom!”

The doors to the reception hall opened and the already dazzlingly bright room (adorned in all manner of vivid reds, oranges and purples) seemed to grow brighter as the happy couple stepped inside to thunderous applause. Adrien jumped, whooping and cheering more loudly than he’d ever done in his entire life. All sense of decorum, all the manners which had been drilled into him since birth, all of that forgotten with an air of “screw it, my best friends just got MARRIED!”

And what a wedding it had been. Less than one hundred people and very intimate. Nino had proposed on holiday, taken by a moment of spontaneity and overwhelming love as he’d brought Alya to Morocco, his place of birth. Alya had been so taken by Marrakesh, the golden sun, the energy, the music as well as Nino’s extended family, that she had insisted on having the wedding here- foregoing a more traditional French wedding. In her own words, “It’s not really our style anyway.”

To Adrien, it still seemed so surreal, even as Nino and Alya made their way over to them, looking more blissful than he’d ever seen either of them. The fact that they’d spent a year and a half planning, the late nights, the never-ending list of things to do, all of it leading up to the moment where they’d stood together, surrounded by a pool of lilies, and declared each other partners for life.

“Oh my god,” Marinette whispered in his ear and, though he was facing away from her, he could tell she was as close to tears as he was. “They’re married! Look at them.”

“I know,” he replied. Marinette must have heard the wavering in his voice, as she reached down to squeeze her hand in his. The interaction was short lived however, as Nino and Alya finished embracing their parents and he was wrapped in a group hug so tight he was sure to stop breathing. The tears fell freely now as Adrien recalled the countless amount of times the four of them had been like this, the years they’d spent huddled together for reasons both joyous and terrible. It was a beautiful constant in his life.

Speaking of beautiful constants.

As they sat down in their seats, ready for the meal, Marinette already had a tissue ready for him. Adrien turned to her, kissing her softly in thanks. Their eyes met, and once again Adrien found himself taken by the strange kind of energy they shared throughout the day. He didn’t know if it was the wedding bringing out his inner romantic, of if something between them had shifted as they watched their best friends of ten years get married. Whatever it was it was…different. “I’ve always got your back, Kitty,” she uttered, snuggling closer to him.

Adrien smiled to himself. She did. She really did.

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so listen,,, i love angsty headcanons abt Victor’s family as much as the next person, but what if he has a really nice and happy family??

with that thought in mind, i spent the last three days working on this + a little comic i’ll be posting soon about my take on Victor’s parents

Their names are Ekaterina and Dmitriy; she’s a world-class photographer and he’s a former men’s fashion model who retired after Victor was born to be a full-time dad uwu. they met during a photoshoot and it was love at first sight (for Dmitriy anyway lmao)

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The photoshoot

Inspired by these beautiful and hot hot pictures ;)


Draco had no idea what had possessed him to say yes to the photoshoot. The editor of Witch Weekly had practically begged him. She had been over the moon that famous Harry Potter had agreed to a very personal photo series and the editor wanted the best photographer for this. So naturally, she had come to Draco. 


“I want the Chosen One as we’ve never seen him before. I want sultry, I want sassy, I want steamy, I want sex!” she had practically screamed at him.
 He had been reluctant at first. He had no desire to be anywhere near his former arch-nemesis. But this was a great opportunity.

So here they were, in Draco’s studio, Potter in his old Gryffindor uniform. It clung to his body more tightly than Draco remembered. The prat had filled out quite a bit.


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Catalyst

Request: “Hi! I was wondering if you could write something based on the song 18 by Anarbor, with Sirius please, I don’t know maybe something about reader having parents with a really strict no dates until out of howarts rule but Sirius has been always in love with her but she not as much as him, every time I hear it I can’t stop thinking of how fitting it is! The reader could be a slytherin who parents obviously kind of disapprove Sirius so that why Sirius or reader want to piss them off. Also, your writing is beautiful. X”

Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: smoking, drinking, implied smut

Originally posted by theunclaimedgeneration

Eighteen, crazy
pulled up in your daddy’s car
Should’ve seen this coming from a mile away
I know what you want from me

“So,” your father started, poking at his dinner, “are you going to meet up with your friends at the station tomorrow?”

You perked up at the mention, nodding, suddenly excited as you realised the break was finally over.

“Is that boy going to be there?” Your mother wiggled her shoulders, a cheesy grin spreading on her face.

“Boy?” Your father’s head popped up from the mashed potato he had been scuffing down. “What boy?”

“Oh honey did you fail to notice? (Y/n) was waiting with a boy when we went to pick her up after school finished.”

“No. Who is he?” Your father directed his severe attention to you now. “Pureblood, I hope.” He narrowed his eyes slightly.

“He is, actually.” You fought the urge to roll your eyes as you viciously stabbed your vegetables.

“Good, good.” He responded, eager to drift away from the conversation topic.

“What’s his name?” Your mother asked with raised brows, impatient to learn all the details.

The corner of your lip twitched as you twirled your fork. “Sirius.” No reaction from your father, who was now reading the headlines on his copy of The Daily Prophet. “Sirius Black.”

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Ai Yazawa End-of-Book Notes 1-21

So at the end of every volume of NANA, Ai Yazawa has a brief paragraph about the manga or just some introspection about her life. They give great insight into the series and I think only a few are found on the scans of NANA online, so I thought I’d share them all!

Volume 1

The creator, Ai Yazawa, told us, “I created this story so that it could be enjoyed as a stand-alone and, at the same time, have a complete ending that could be connected to an ongoing series.  I hope you’ll look forward to the future of the two Nanas!”

Volume 2

A note from Ai Yazawa: “I had thought that if the two Nanas met each other, they would probably be constantly fighting, but they seem oddly friendly.  What’s up with that?!  It’s one of me (not so) seven wonders (ha-ha).”

Volume 3

Since childhood, the artists I’ve looked up to haven’t been writers and illustrators, but mostly musicians.  Music provides me the most emotional effect and excitement.  If there was no music, I don’t think my creative juices would boil.  Music is that important to my life.

- Ai Yazawa

Volume 4

I realized one day that there are hit songs with the same names as the main female characters, NANA, JUNKO, and SACHIKO (the kanji for JUNKO is different, though).  It’s not that big a deal, but I sometimes just hum the melodies longingly.

- Ai Yazawa

Volume 5

In the initial drafts, Nana’s band was a rockabilly band like the Stray Cats.  But due to various circumstances, I didn’t keep it that way.  But if they were rockabilly, Ren, Nobu and Shin would have had pompadours.  And Yasu too?

- Ai Yazawa

Volume 6

When I was a child, I used to take piano lessons.  Even after I stopped taking lessons, I bought sheet music I liked and continued playing.  I’ve had my hands full for several years now, but one of these days I’d like to learn how to play jazz piano, which I’ve wanted to do for years now.

- Ai Yazawa

Volume 7

I had an opportunity to interview a group of professional musicians.  I showered them with questions, but they answered willingly, and it was very helpful.  I was having problems balancing the fictional world of manga-like simplicity and gorgeousness with a sense of reality.  But I realized again that what’s important is the humanity of the characters.

- Ai Yazawa

Volume 8

When I was in high school, there was a cool girl in my class who was a lone wolf.  I was really into a foreign New Romantic-type band then, and when she asked me one day, “Do you want to go to their concert together?” I was overwhelmed.  My heart fluttered more than when I was with my boyfriend (☺).  Have you had a Hachiko experience like that?  - Ai Yazawa

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1, 14, 15 for the Drabble thing <3

1.The skirt is supposed to be this short.

JJ and Garcia had been the first to notice the new addition to your wardrobe when you entered the conference room that morning.

“Since when did you start wearing skirts to work?” JJ teased, taking the opportunity since it was just the three of you in the room at the moment.

“And ones that could be considered so scandalous?” Garcia joined in as she prepped the files for the rest of the team members.

“This skirt would only be considered scandalous back in ‘The Scarlet Letter’ times,” you laughed incredulously at your friend’s comments, “And besides, I thought it was cute and would mix up what I usually wear to work.”

“It is very cute,” Garcia confirmed, coming to where you stood and handing you a case file, “And very short.”

Throwing your head back and groaning, you chuckled softly, “The skirt it supposed to be this short!”

Tilting your head back down, you noticed that Spencer had come to enter the conference room, and when his eyes settled on the hot topic of your previous conversation, he swallowed harshly.

JJ and Garcia also noticed this and shared a knowing look between each other as Spencer took his usual seat right next to your usual seat.

“See something you like, Spencer?” Garcia whispered to the blushing man as she handed him a file while you took a seat next to him.

Rolling your eyes, you whispered a silent thank you to the universe when Hotch walked in and immediately began briefing the team.

At one point, Hotch turned his attention to Rossi and you felt Spencer’s hand come to rest on your knee.

“I do like your skirt,” his voice just loud enough for only you to hear.

“Thank you,” your own voice no louder.

“Do you think anyone would notice if we were a little late boarding the plane?” Spencer asked, trailing his hand ever so slightly up your thigh.

“Not at all.”

You prayed that no one noticed the smile you had to bite back or the hickey that would soon come to appear on your neck.


14. Take. It. Off.

“Please tell me that was the last box,” you huffed, taking a seat on the floor next to one of the many cardboard moving boxes placed sporadically around Spencer’s living room.

Nostalgia had struck Spencer after returning from a visit to Las Vegas to see his mother last week, prompting him to bring up the boxes of memories he kept stored in the basement of his apartment.

“There’s only one more,” Spencer assured, sliding a box labeled ‘photo albums’ out of the pathway you had created towards the door, “I’ll go get it and then we can start going through them.”

Humming in agreement, you scanned the boxes that were settled around you, wondering which one Spencer would want to open first when he returned.

Just to your right, the simple Sharpie label of ‘CHESS’ caught your attention the most. Imagining that it was most likely full of vintage chess boards that Spencer had collected over the years, you figured that was a good box to start with.

Standing up from your previous position and tearing back the tape that sealed it shut, you were pleasantly surprised to see a golden baseball hat residing at the top. Picking it up, a smile grew across your lips upon reading the black lettering of “Las Vegas Chess Champion 1989”. The thought of a little eight-year-old Spencer wearing the hat atop a mess of his untamed curls made you giggle before adorning the hat yourself.

As you began to carefully remove the chess boards that the hat had been on top of, you heard Spencer re-enter the apartment and close the door behind him.

“Babe, did you see a box mark—” Spencer stopped in the middle of his question upon seeing the familiar tone of yellow, “Where did you find that?”

“In this box with your chess boards,” your smile drooped, having expected him to be far more excited when seeing the relic.

“I thought I got rid of that,” Spencer swiftly set the box in his hands down and made a move towards you, “Please, take it off.”

“Why would you want to get rid of it?” you dodged his attempt to remove the hat from your head.

“Y/N, please,” Spencer ignored your question, the tone of his voice growing desperate, “Take. It. Off.

Before you had the chance to respond, Spencer was quick to close the space between you and wrap one arm around you while his free successfully snatched the hat from your head.

Squealing with laughter, you attempted to reach your arm just as high as Spencer’s to retrieve the hat back but settled back onto your feet when you realized your efforts were pointless.

“Alright, fine,” you feigned defeat, placing your forehead against his chest “But, Spence, why did you want to get rid of it in the first place?”

Lowering his extended arm to drop the hat on the sofa besides him, Spencer sighed, “The day after I won the chess tournament, I wore that hat to school, thinking that I was so cool,” his voice drifted off, “And well, we both know how uncool the rest of the high school already thought I was…”  

Your heart dropped at Spencer’s explanation for the embarrassment he had in regards to the baseball hat. Even if he had grown past the bullying he had experienced in school, it was obvious that some pain continued to linger.

Glancing down at the hat that was now by your leg, you smiled sadly before picking it up and placing it on Spencer’s head, right where it belonged.

“Well, if it’s any consolation, I bet you looked just as cool then as you do right now.”

And for the first time ever while wearing that hat, Spencer felt proud.


15. Well, you’re coming home with me whether you like it or not.

There were a million other places you would have rather been then an overcrowded bar right now. Most nights, you would be partaking in shots with Prentiss or singing a horrible rendition of some Journey song with Garcia and Morgan; but between the silent treatment that Spencer was giving you and the creepy stare you were receiving from a man at the bar, you had had enough of the night.

Pushing your way through the hoard of people on the dance floor, you made your way over to the spot of the bar where Morgan and JJ were stood, both of them ceasing their conversation at your arrival.

“Spencer still refusing to talk to you?” JJ asked sympathetically, being able to see the dejection that still resided on your face from the previous argument that the two of you had.

“Not a single word,” you shook your head, glancing back to see that Spencer was still sitting at the booth you had all chosen when you arrived, his eyes trained on the drink in front of him.

“So I’m just gonna head out,” you motioned towards the exit of the bar, receiving understanding nods from both of the agents.

“You go home and relax,” Morgan stepped forward to give you a hug, “I’m going to try and talk some sense into that boyfriend of yours.”

Lightly laughing for the first time in hours, you bid them both a good night before making your way back through the crowd of people and out of the bars overwhelming atmosphere.

Taking a deep breath of the fresh night air and reaching for your car keys in your purse, the sound of the door slamming caught your attention.

“Hey, there,” the voice was unrecognizable, but when you turned around, you were met with the man who had been staring at you since you entered the bar.

“Hi?” your response came out more as a question than a statement.

“I couldn’t help but notice that you left without the guy you came with,” his breath reeked with vodka as he came to stand closer to you, “And I thought maybe you’d be into leaving with me instead.”

Taking a step back, you scoffed at the complete stranger, “I’m not, at all.”

Sudden anger flashed across the man’s glazed eyes, “Well, you’re coming home with me whether you like it or not.

Even if you were a trained FBI agent, the man’s threat made your heart race and your palms go clammy.  

“Take one more step near her and I will not hesitate to shoot you,” Spencer’s voice rang clear and authoritative through the tense air, taking both you and the man by surprise.

“You don’t even have a gun,” the drunk man snarled, unmoved from his position near you.

Moving the jacket of his suit to reveal that he was in fact still carrying, Spencer spit venom in his words, “Back away from her, now.”

No longer willing to continue harassing you or run the chance of getting shot, the man was quick to practically run past you, in the complete opposite direction of Spencer.

A shaky sigh of relief had barely left your mouth before Spencer had pulled you into his arms, his own body shaking with fear at the idea of what could’ve happened if he had not come to apologize to you.

“Thank you,” you whispered against his chest, “I thought you were mad at me, I didn’t think you would come after me.”

Shaking his head, Spencer tipped his finger under your chin and made you look at him, “I will always come after you, I can’t lose you.”

Pressing a kiss against your forehead, Spencer pulled you into him once more, not yet willing to let you go.

Nothing Without Love: Chapter 1

Gladio x F!Reader Multi - Chapter Fic (reader insert)

Quick summary for those who haven’t read the original drabble:

This is an Arranged Marriage AU. The reader is Noctis’s older sister (Age 22). As the Princess, she is tied to many duties. Arranged marriage being one. She is now betrothed to someone she hate; Gladio Amicitia. 

Much angst. 

So I was originally going to name this “Reluctance” just as I named the original drabble. But I was listening to “Nothing Without Love” while listening to writing this. And. It just worked out. Lol. Well I hope you enjoy! Blindbae is starting this off with evil plot twists already. Wtf.

Thus I begin my decent into Gladio hell.

Word Count: 1,832

Tagging some friend: @stunninglyignis, @themissimmortal, @cupnoodle-queen, @nifwrites, @itshaejinju, @rubyphilomela, @the-lucian-archives, @viscaelus, @stephicness, @lupanaoflaminar, @neko-otaku13 , and @momokitty27 <3

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“You wanted to see me?” You pressed into your father’s study, you hands gracefully folded over your lap. Your father, Regis Lucis Caelum, King of your country, sat at his desk busying himself with what seemed like another endless pile of paperwork.

“Yes, Y/N,” he looked up from his work, placing his pen back onto the study wooden desk that was absolutely cluttered with random items. Discarded balls of paper, photos frames filled with pictures of you and your younger brother, candy wrappers (your father had always had a sweet tooth),  along with several miscellaneous items you couldn’t identify from your distance. 

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Headcanons for the older chocobros discovering their s/o are ten years younger then them?

Oooh~ this is an interesting request! Thanks for sending it in! <3

Tagging: @itshaejinju and @blindbae <3 (and @nifwrites because… fluff!!!!). Enjoy the fluffiness my fluffy people :D


Noctis: King Noctis has always known that you are significantly younger than him, what with your adorable ways and your happy-go-lucky attitude, but when he finds out that you’re TEN years younger than him, he gets a little worried. First of all, because he’s been wearing the Ring of the Lucii, he’s aged very quickly. So, he doesn’t look like a man who had just turned thirty- he looks and feels more like a forty year old. He starts to feel self-conscious about his appearance, and you notice that Noctis begins to dress ‘younger’ in his choco-mog t-shirt and his baggy jeans whenever the two of you spend some private time together. After noticing this happening for a few weeks, you call Noctis up on his recent change light-heartedly. However, this begins a small argument which escalates unnecessarily until you’re nearing tears and Noctis is frustrated beyond belief. He mentions breaking up, because he’s under the impression that you’re just with him because you haven’t known or experienced romance with any other man. After all, you’re only twenty years old- just barely an adult. You immediately shake your head, tears falling down your cheeks quicker than previously before. You taste the salt on your lips and you sniffle loudly as you grab Noctis by the collar and haul yourself into his warm chest. You wrap your arms around his torso and press your nose against his defined pectoral muscles before shaking your head repeatedly, desperate to get your adamant refusal across to your older boyfriend.

“I don’t care about your looks- you’re the only man I’ll ever look at. I love you. Only you. Forever, it will always be you.” Noctis leans forward at your words and places a chaste kiss on your temple before nuzzling gently into your soft locks.

“Sorry. Yeah… okay. I love you too, y/n.”

You frown. “You don’t sound so sure about that, your majesty…”

Noctis smirks down at you before planting a passionate kiss on your lips, grunting softly as you pull him in closer to deepen the kiss. You’re both panting by the end of the kiss and you’re both smiling into each other’s eyes, absolutely love struck.

No further words are needed. The love between the two of you is strong- even with the age-gap. After all, age is just a number!


Prompto: Prompto thinks that you’re like him- thirty years old with a twenty year old mentality. He likes the way that you seem to be mature at one moment, and then break into unexplainable giggles the next. He enjoys going on random photo expeditions with you, and he absolutely adores the impromptu photo shoots that you beg him to take you on. Prompto has always thought you were somewhere close to his age. But when he finds out you’re a whole ten years younger than he is, he takes a second to let the fact sink in before approaching you bashfully and confronting you head on about the matter. When he asks you why you hid the fact from him for so long, you merely shrug and deny that you were hiding your age from him. You explain that your age never really came up and you had assumed that he was okay with the age difference. Your voice hitches slightly in your chest, your fragile emotions revealing to Prompto your true age, and he immediately shakes his head in regret and takes you into his warm, loving arms.

“No, no! Don’t cry- I still love you all the same! Age is just a number! And you’re so mature sometimes for a twenty year old- really! When I was twenty, I was fumbling and bumbling all over the place! You’re so amazing, y/n!”

You sniffle and hold onto your older boyfriend tighter, unwilling to let go after the break-up scare you’d just given yourself. “Really?” you ask, your voice coming out as a whimper. Prompto pulls your head up by the chin and places an insistent kiss on your tear-stained lips, licking his own lips as he pulls away and smiles down tenderly at you. His clear blue eyes are filled with adoration, and you know that his words are true.

“Really. I love you, baby.”

You smile up at him, your eyes full of adoration and warmth. You absolutely love this man.

“Thank you, my sunshine, I love you too.”


Gladio: Gladiolus has had his suspicions about your age, but he hasn’t really tried to investigate those suspicions. He was pretty sure you were of legal consenting age, and he didn’t want to make things awkward between the two of you, given that your relationship with Gladio was still pretty fresh. However, when you start to drag him along to meetings and casual hangouts with your same-aged friends, Gladiolus decides to speak up about the age difference.

“Hey, babe?” Gladio asks you, all of sudden. You stop chatting with your friend via text message and shoot your boyfriend a curious glance. You’ve noticed the way Gladio’s shoulders have tensed, as well as the way he’s staring at you so seriously with his warm amber eyes. Something about his demeanour doesn’t sit with you well, and you gulp out of nervousness.

“Yes?”

“How old are you?” your jaw drops at Gladio’s question, and Gladio immediately shakes his head, reaching out to hold your clammy hand in his large, warm palm. “Hey, I’m just curious. I feel like I should know how old my baby girl is- I’d be a pretty shitty boyfriend if I didn’t know-”

You shake your head and interject, your voice panicked. “That’s not even, like, important! Like, nothing would even change if I did tell you my age, right? You won’t break up with me if I’m… too young, or too ancient for you or something, right?” your voice wavers, despite the smile you’re trying to wear on your face. Your palms start to sweat profusely and Gladio clasps at you hand, his grip warm and safe.

You didn’t want him to ever let go. But… if he knew your actual age…

Gladio frowned at your hesitance and immediately pulled you towards his chest, murmuring softly into your ear with his gravelly voice- his facial hair ticking your soft skin. “Baby, I’m not trying to break up with you or anything. I just want to know because… I just feel like it’s something that I need to be aware of.”

You stare up at Gladio and find yourself pressing a kiss below his ear before sighing sadly and grasping onto his jacket, feeling hints of his bare skin pressing against your clothed torso. “Twenty four…”

Gladio pulls away, his eyes wide. “Ten years… are you sure you want to be with an old dude like me?” Gladio asks, his tone full of uncertainty. Your eyes tear up at the hesitance in Gladio’s usually confident voice, and you nod your head resolutely. You lean up and place a lingering kiss on your older boyfriend’s lips, smiling slightly through your happy tears as you felt him press his lips tenderly against your own.

“Yes. It has to be you, Gladiolus Amicitia. I love you.”


Ignis: Ignis is troubled by the fact that you always dodge around his questions about your age. Given that his eyesight is pretty much non-existent, he’s not able to gage just how old you are by appearance alone. Although age doesn’t really matter to him, Ignis doesn’t want to be seen gallivanting around with a minor- that would definitely not look good for the royal advisor. So he asks you about your favourite music, your favourite food, your favourite art style, your favourite pop icon- anything that can give him information about your age.

Based on what you have answered so far, he believes that you are a few years younger than he is. But he wants to know for sure. He wants to know for certain just how much younger you are. And so he instigates his plan, late in the evening when only you and he are present in the common room of your apartment complex.

Ignis Scientia purposefully sits close to you, his thigh against yours, and his hand gently resting on your bare knee. You’re wearing sleeping shorts and a thin tank top because of the Lestallum heat. Ever since the light had been restored by King Noctis, the meteor nearby had been letting off a lot of heat. So now, even the nights were terribly humid.

Ignis traces his bare fingers along the tops of your thighs gently as he leans his head against your shoulder and sighs out loud. “I feel terribly worn out, y/n.”

You frown and tilt your head towards Ignis’, plucking his protective glasses off his eyes and smoothing down the healed scarring on his eyes with your fingers. You lean forward and press a soft kiss against his old injuries before nuzzling against the side of his head with your nose.

“How so?” you ask quietly. Ignis shrugs his shoulders and buries his face further into the crook of your neck, inhaling the fruity scent of your favourite soap and shampoo.

“I feel like I cannot keep up with your youth and vitality. I forget my age sometimes, you see. Apparently, I feel that I’ve forgotten yours too. Would you remind me of that small fact once more, dearest?” Ignis takes a small breath, noticing that you have stopped moving… and your breathing is very quiet. Ignis lifts himself off your body and smiles gently over to where he believes you are. “Y/n?”

You’re eyes are wide and your mouth is wide open. You weren’t expecting Ignis to ask about your age. You didn’t want to tell him- someone so amazing, resilient, charming, intelligent and mature would surely break up with you the moment he realised just how young and inexperienced you were. You gulp and grab Ignis’ hand in your own before squeezing gently.

“It’s rude to ask.” You say simply. Ignis sighed and shakes his head, bringing his hand up to his eyes in an uncharacteristically pitiful gesture.

“I know but… I can’t see you, so I can’t even dare to estimate your age. I just want to know because I want to love every little thing about you, dear. Please?” Ignis pleaded with you. You shut your eyes tight at his request before clenching and unclenching your fists.

You don’t know why you’re on Ignis the next moment, but your mouth finds its way onto his, and he grunts in surprise at the sudden onslaught of open mouthed kisses being delivered to his mouth by yours. He reciprocates, timidly at first, before you let out a soft moan of want. This has Ignis taking you into his arms and deepening your kisses, his tongue mingling with yours in a sweet dance. You sigh against his lips and pull apart from him reluctantly, staring at his awestruck face.

“Darling… what was that for?” Ignis asks you, his voice incredibly low and confused.

“I’m twenty three.” You admit, planting a kiss on Ignis’ jaw line. Ignis sighs in contentment and runs his hands through your soft locks.

“You certainly have the energy of a twenty three year old. I am a lucky man.”

You smile, tears filling your eyes in relief of his mellow reaction. “Thank you.” You gasp, pressing your face gently into the crook of your boyfriend’s neck. Ignis smiles against your cheek.

“I love you, dearest.” You sigh in contentment and press a kiss onto Ignis’ lightly freckled skin.

“I love you too, Iggy.”

Harry Styles is a model and the currently most in-demand face in the fashion industry who might be just a little bit too full of himself and Janey Darling is the photographer that knocks him off his high horse… and subsequently off his feet.

this is the rewrite of my 2016 autumn exchange fic with added scenes. about 8.5k words. slightly nsfw towards the end and if you read this far you might as well…

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Amongst thousands of idols, why love Kris Wu only?
ELLE May 2017

Acting in 7 films in 18 months, working with Luc Besson and Vin Diesel, taking on the lead role in <Journey to the West: Conquering the Demons> which made 1.6 billion yuan box office; participating in the NBA All Star Celebrity Game, being appointed as ambassador of two major international brand labels, reaching over 20000000 fans on Weibo, getting millions of reblogs… Kris Wu is one of the most popular celebrities of the moment.

The bowl of soup noodles at 10pm

As the 7 hour photo shoot was coming to an end, making use of the interval when the staff were clearing the lights and cameras, Kris Wu remained seated on the sofa of the final set, staring into space. The cosy cafeteria was filled with the photography team of 20 staff, occupied with completing tasks on hand in an orderly manner, moving around, chatting to each other, and only Kris Wu remained unmoving.

His waist condition had worsened, till the point that he required surgery. But because he was still very young, he chose to opt for conservative treatment. Of course, the most important thing was to make sure he had enough rest, as he could not stand nor sit for long periods of time.

The doctor had instructed to remain in bed for half a year, but he just answered with, “There’s no way, there’s no way I would be able to control my time.” Helplessness painted his face, yet he did not hesitate to immediately return to the basketball court, film site, recording studio, event venues, photo shoots… There would always be a place which needed him.

Later on, when he encountered dangerous stunts during filming, his team intended to stop him, but he still chose to grit his teeth and go ahead to try it out, as he felt that he could do it on his own. “I feel that since I am young, I should be doing my best.”

Time had gone by and it was already 10pm. He sat at the corner of the dressing room, with a bowl of soup noodles which had already began to clump together, yet he still ate with gusto. We talked as he ate, alternating between spoonfuls of soup and noodles, until finally at the end of our conversation, the bottom of the empty plastic lunchbox could be seen. He said happily, “We’ve talked till I have finished this bowl of soup noodles, should I still eat more tonight?”

“Have to do it on my own, only then will it be even better.”

Kris Wu has written on his Weibo profile bio: Singer Kris Wu. Actually I’m an actor. As an actor, he is gaining more and more recognition, and Kris Wu is also forking out more time for his passion - Music.

A combined work of the world’s top music producers, <July> made it to number 49 on the US iTunes Chart upon its release, making Kris Wu the first Chinese male singer to achieve such a result. <Juice>, which was the theme song for <xXx: The Return of Xander Cage> which was released 3 months ago, made it to number 28 on the US iTunes Chart, beating his previous record. Vin Diesel even made an appearance in this MV.

His next song, is still in the works.

However, he is clearly a producer who writes songs very quickly, completing it in one go, and remain unfazedf by the his surroundings as well. He is able to write in the car, and on set as well. His previous song <Bad Girl> was written on the filming set of <Journey to the West: The Demons Strike Back>. While waiting for his scenes, he would evaluate his acting of his character Tang Monk’s scenes, and his mind would churn out the melody of a new song. Usually, it would take around two hours for a song to take shape, after writing, would be added in.

It’s written so quickly? Why not write more?
“Actually, I’ve written a lot.” He pauses his chopsticks and looks over, eyes shining.
Why not release them? What is he waiting for?
“It’s because I want to ensure the quality (of my music)!”

When Kris Wu talks about music, in an instant he becomes filled with excitement. Without having talked much, his self-confidence is already overflowing.

Directly obtaining songs would definitely mean less work, but he is certain that “he is not suited to this”, as he feels that he must personally participate in the production process. “For example, after making a song, there will be someone singing it, and after listening to it, I’ll say, alright, when you sing this part, I only like the first and fourth line, and the rest can be deleted.” He is like a military strategist, and he is also very clear on what he is comfortable with, what he can control. “Like a director of music.”

Because many of those whom he works with are overseas, on the other side of of the world, and time differences cause his days and nights to be swapped, later on when efforts are more concentrated and focused, in order to accommodate the other party’s timezone, sleepless nights are uncommon for him. “For many things, if you don’t pay close attention to them, others would not care. You have to do it yourself, only then would you be able to do it even better. For example if today I do not wish to wait for them to wake up and intend to go to sleep, once I fall asleep, an entire day would go by already.”

At only 26 years old, he already has the understanding of the urgency that time and tide waits for no man.

“When your level of passion is very high, the level of hardship you experience will gradually do go down.”

Before releasing a new song, Kris Wu would hold a small listening party for the people around him to listen to his song. He would listen to everyone’s opinions, and include friends who are not into music as well. He would ask them, see if you can hear any differences between these two segments, and at times there would just be a small delay in rhythm. There would be some who can hear the difference, “It’s different, but I can’t place my finger on which part?” Which one is better? Kris Wu would patiently ask about each point, then go back, and make amendments.


ELLE Q&A

ELLE: For the final question of the interview, last year you….
KRIS WU: It’s the final question? Goodness! Really? I’m too happy!

ELLE: Have you thought about last year…
KRIS WU: No. (What are you doing? Answering in advance?) Yes, I think I know what you want to ask me about. Alright, you can ask. (Summarise your growth last year!) I don’t think I do. I won’t really do a round-up myself, because my math isn’t good, this was the case since young, also my handwriting is ugly, hahaha! I won’t, I have never done such.

ELLE: Many people like to bring up topics about “get a clear understanding of oneself”.
KRIS WU: What do I think of myself? Perhaps it’s because I feel that I am rather clear, no uncertainties, so I don’t really need to obtain a clear understanding of myself. It’s with my unchanging heart of original intent, passion, interests, and various things which I persevere in, there isn’t anything much that has changed.

ELLE: But the surroundings are so chaotic, so unclear…
KRIS WU: Do you mean hazy weather? Then I won’t leave the house! I won’t be affected, I really won’t, really would not! I have a world of my own, this world is extremely quiet, and isolated from the rest of the world, it enables me to do what I wish to do, and dream what I wish to dream.

translated by: @wu_yi_fan

The Last Post

The decision had been made on a whim, to explore his fanbase further on the internet, but once the decision had been made, Joe found that he couldn’t stop. He was invested in discovering what his fans were saying, peering in from the outside.

He didn’t actually talk to any of them, wanting to keep that distance between himself and his fans, plus they had no idea that he was essentially stalking them on their blogs and seeing what they were saying.

At first, it had been creepy, reading this stuff they were saying, but then he realized it was actually quite flattering, and it became almost normal for him to check a few blogs routinely.

Then he discovered her blog.

And he found himself addicted to it.


Joe didn’t actually know who she was, and she only had ever posted one picture of herself on her entire blog, which he had checked thoroughly after discovering her. But he felt like he did know who she was. Her posts made him laugh and smile, the commentary she had about him was entertaining. The posts she made detailing the struggles of her life made her real, and he desperately wanted to reach out to her, to comfort her. The only relief he had was knowing that his videos brought her joy, something she had reiterated on multiple occasions.

He found himself constantly scrolling through her blog, checking for new posts and rereading old ones, hoping to find another hint that would lead to him discovering who she was. The one picture she had posted was engrained in his mind, the sweet smile easy to bring to the front of his mind, and he would be lying if he didn’t admit to searching for her face in the crowds he traveled through.

The blog was bringing him as much joy as his videos did to her.


And so the day he opened up her blog to find the newest post titled The Last Post… he grew worried immediately.

Joe quickly scanned the words she had typed, rereading them three times before he could finally comprehend what was happening.

The mysterious woman was closing down her blog. For good.

A sadness flooded his body, although he wasn’t entirely sure what he was sad about. It was just a random blog on the internet, and while yes, it had made him smile and laugh, he shouldn’t feel sad about it closing. Perhaps it was because he never quite managed to discover who she was, and her identity was something that had always intrigued Joe. Or maybe it was because he felt like he was losing a close friend, even if it was one he had never met.


He knew there was nothing that he could even say, because then he would have to admit to finding her blog, and the others, and his fans didn’t need to know about that. So he did the only thing that he could do: He sulked.

The boys tried to question him on what was wrong, but Joe simply waved them off, claiming it was nothing. Because how did he explain that he was upset over a strangers blog closing down? It was ridiculous. Plus, the boys would just laugh at him and tell him to get over it.


About a month passed since the blog had shut down, and Joe still found himself automatically going to type in the familiar address, only stopping himself just in time, because he knew that it would lead him to an empty site.

Hidden away in his phone was the picture of her, the one part he had been unable to let go of, even though he knew he should; it was weird having a strangers photo on his phone. But to him, she wasn’t a stranger. She was important to him.

He just wish he knew her name or where she lived. He wanted to know something about her that would help to identify her.


“Will you please smile?” Caspar asked suddenly, closing his computer and turning in his spot to look at Joe.

“Huh?”

“You’ve been all moody and depressed for the past month. Smile!”

“I haven’t been moody.”

“Yes, you have.”

“I’m fine, Casp.”

“Sure,” The blonde snorted, “Anyways, did you hear a single word I said from the past ten minutes?”

“No,” Joe shook his head, lifting a hand to run his fingers through his hair, “Sorry.”

“I was trying to tell you that one of my old friends is coming to visit. I want you to meet them!”

“From South Africa?”

“Originally, yeah. But they’ve lived in London for a few years now.”

“What’s his name?” Joe asked, silently scolding himself as he clued into what address he had begun to type in. His fingers had gone on auto pilot without him noticing.

Her name is Y/N.” Caspar corrected, “I think you two would really get along.”

“Wait, her?” The shorter man blinked up at his former roommate, “Your friend is a girl?”

“I do have female friends, Joe.” Rolling his eyes, Caspar reached over for his phone, quickly scrolling through his photos. “Here, this is her.”


Joe’s entire world focused in on that photo, and he quickly grabbed the phone, his mouth falling open.

“Alright, I know she’s good looking, but calm down.” Caspar went to take his phone back, but Joe quickly leaned away, eyes still locked on the photo.

It was her.

The photo was different from the one he had, but there was no doubt about it. This was the mysterious woman.

“You know her?!” Joe suddenly demanded, dragging his eyes away from the phone and to Caspar’s face, who blinked in surprise.

“Yeah? Did you not just hear me say she’s my friend from home.”

“You don’t understand, Caspar. I need to meet her.”

“Will you calm down?!” The blonde grabbed his phone back, shooting Joe a worried look. “You’re being weirder than usual.”

“Sorry, let me explain….”

And so Joe did, revealing everything to Caspar, who remained in silence the entire time, nodding occasionally.

Once the tale was finished, the South African assured Joe that he would get to meet Y/N, and that it was kind of adorable, their little story, but quickly took back his statement when Joe threatened him. Because she couldn’t know that he stalked her blog for so long. It was weird.


Except the day Joe finally meets Y/N, he ends up blurting out the fact that he found her blog. At first, she’s surprised, but then she laughs, and he smiles at the sound of it, ready to listen to it for years to come.

“Is this weird for you then?” She asks, her head cocked to the side as she studies him, “Knowing just how much of a fan I was? Or, well, am.”

“Not at all,” Joe shakes his head quickly, “Is it weird to say I feel like I already know you?”

“Probably,” She shrugs, “But I did put a lot of my life on that blog, so I guess it’s not that weird.”

“Why did you delete it?” He asks her, the question burning in his mind.

“Oh,” Y/N lowers her gaze, picking at a small rip in her jeans, “It just was taking up a lot of my time, and adding stress. And I realized how much life I was missing out on by running a blog about someone I thought I’d never meet.”

“And now that we’ve met?”

“I’m not starting up the blog again,” She lifts her eyes back to his, “If that’s what you’re asking.”

“No, I understand that.” He nods, “But maybe you want to explore what life has to offer with me?”

“Are you asking me out on a date?”

“Yes,” Joe smiles, “I think I am.”

“I suppose it’d be stupid of me to say no, considering you already know how I feel about you.” She laughs lightly, “Alright, I’ll go on a date with you.”


Maybe stalking his fans online wasn’t such a crazy idea after all.

For the Love of Harry, Part Four

5 ½ months. 152 days. 3648 hours…roughly. That’s how long it had been since you and Harry first took your friendship to the next level and became intimate. Now you were going to be meeting his family.

4 days. 97 hours…approximately. That’s how long it had been since Harry first said he was in love with you. Your heart nearly stopped beating when he said it.

Need m’ mum to meet the girl I’m in love with, don’t I?’ he had said.

.3 seconds…exactly. That’s how long ago you swallowed bile down as Harry pulled his car down the path that led to his parent’s home. He was holding your hand with a smile on his face, as he glanced at you quickly. He felt your hand beginning to sweat and thought you looked a bit green.

“Doin’ alright, love?” he grinned, unsure if you were ill or not.

“Fine,” you say, looking around at the view.

“Nervous?” he smiled. You shoot him a ‘don’t ask’ look and he laughs. “No worries, sweetheart. Everyone is going to love you.”

“Everyone?” you ask, swallowing the acidic taste down again. “Who the hell is everyone? I thought it was just your mom and stepdad!”

“My sister and her boyfriend should be along at some point, and knowing my mum, there could be a few friends or family who would like to see me and meet you,” he looks at you and laughs as you close your eyes at the thought of it. “Stop. You’re going to be fine. Besides, I’d like to take you into town and introduce you to a few people myself while we’re here.”

“Isn’t that dangerous, Harry?” you ask. “Aren’t you afraid some pap will be around somewhere just waiting to click a pic of you and your mysterious female friend? You’ll be the talk of the town!”

“Love, I’m already the talk of the town,” he laughs, and you gently shove his shoulder. “Don’t worry about it. I know how to get around quite well here, without being detected. We’ll be fine.”

About that time Harry stops in front of a lovely home, and one of the people you recognize from Harry’s photos in his homes as being his mom, walks out the front door of the home and toward Harry’s car. Harry quickly opens his door and steps toward his mom, hugging her tightly for a long moment. He hadn’t seen her for quite some time and was happy to see her again.

“Mum, I’ve missed you,” he says, hugging her.

“I’ve missed you too, son,” she smiles, holding her youngest in her arms. “Everyone else will be here soon.”

You sit in the car, a bit afraid to get out, but knowing the inevitable was about to happen. You aren’t even sure why you have anxiety about meeting her. You had no sound reason for thinking she may not like you, besides the fact that you were having conjugal relations with her baby boy. Harry and his mom both look at you, still sitting in the car like a nervous puppy about to piddle in the seat. You can hear Harry giggling, looking at you, from the other side of the car. His eyes and nose crinkle, dimples shining, as he walks to your door and opens it, all while you are softly mumbling a quick ‘shit, shit, shit’ to yourself.

“Staying out here all weekend, love?” he jokes.

“Are you a mind reader?” you say, quietly.

He laughs again and takes your hand, helping you out of the car and closing the door. He introduces you to his mom and you are surprised when she not only smiles at you, but wraps her arms around you and welcomes you to her home.

“Let’s go inside and visit, shall we?” she asks the two of you. Harry grabs yours and his bags from the car and follows you and his mom into the house. You spend the next hour being shown around the home, looking at what must have been hundreds of photos of Harry growing up, then taking a tour of the property. You were pleased when a feeling of relaxation finally set in over you and you felt like you could easily breathe again. By evening, you had successfully met nearly a dozen of Harry’s family, friends, and neighbors who had come to visit him. As the last person left to go home, Harry hugged you closely.

“Love, I have some friends I’d like you to meet in town,” he said. “Will it overwhelm you too much?”

“Yes,” you say bluntly, then smile. “It’s fine.”

He takes you into town to the bakery he worked in, introducing you to everyone there. After a short visit, and stepping out with a bag of his favorite baked sweets, he walked beside you a short distance to a local pub. Once inside he looked around, finding the table where his friends were sitting, and guided you there. You had already decided while in Harry’s hometown, that the two of you shouldn’t show any PDA, just to be safe, but that didn’t stop Harry from holding your hand under the table, or squeezing your knee gently. Harry introduced you to all of his friends, and the two of you enjoyed a drink with them. It was nice seeing Harry with his old friends. There was an ease about him, like an old, worn shoe that still fits and is comfortable, even if you don’t wear it much anymore. You had met a couple of his friends previously, when you visited with Alex years before, but it was nice to see Harry around them.

As the two of you visited and laughed with the group, Harry felt you squeeze his hand tightly. He looked at you, seeing you set your jaw and fidget in your chair, looking straight ahead. He furrowed his brow slightly and looked in the direction you were looking. Walking toward the table was Alex. The second he saw you he stopped. You thought the look on his face was almost one of retreat, glancing back over his shoulder as he rubbed his jaw lightly, no doubt remembering the punches it sustained from your fist, but then one of the guys at your table hollered at him to come sit.

“Sweetheart, we can go,” Harry whispers in your ear.

“No, it’s okay,” you assure him quietly. “I won’t do anything to embarrass you.”

“I know you won’t,” he said, shaking his head. “That’s not my worry. Let’s just…”

“Hello there,” Alex says to you as he greets the rest of the table, too. You nod to him, thinking it may be better to not say anything to him and hopefully he won’t speak to you again. He sees you sitting next to Harry and squints his eyes a bit at Harry. Harry feels you let his hand go and wipe the sweat of your palm onto your clothes, but he immediately grabs your hand again. “Babes, you’re looking as beautiful as ever tonight.”

You feel Harry squeeze your hand, rubbing his thumb aggressively against your skin. “Thanks,” you say quietly.

For awhile you think it’s going to be okay. You notice Alex look at you off and on, and Harry notices, too, but for the time being, he was keeping his distance, and keeping his mouth shut.

“Let’s go play snooker, yeah?” Harry asks you, as the group of friends have broken up into smaller groups. You nod to him and follow him to the empty snooker table. For a while you and Harry enjoy the game. Harry laughs playfully at your lack of snooker skills, all the while cheating his way through the game anyway. “Your turn, babe.”

As you pretend like you know what you’re doing, trying to set up an amazing shot, you stretch your body out a bit on the table, lining up your stick, making it look very professional in your opinion. Harry laughs out loud at your comical show. Being American, you knew nothing about snooker…billiards or darts being what you played in the bars back home. As you start pumping the long stick a bit, poking your tongue out through your teeth, you feel someone walk up behind you and press against you firmly. You quickly jump and straighten up the best you can with someone pressing against you, dropping the stick on the table in front of you, gasping at the hands on your hips and the pressure against your ass, pinning you to the table’s edge. You look at Harry as his expression immediately turns to one of anger, watching nervously as he runs around to where you are and knocks Alex away from you, standing between you and him.

“Don’t touch her, Alex,” Harry says sternly, not wanting to draw attention, but furious.

“Just trying to help,” Alex jests. “You were lining it up wrong, babes.”

“Alex, why don’t you leave?” you say to him with a tight voice, not from fear but anger.

“Line the stick up just right with the hole and you’ll slide it right in, beautiful,” Alex flirted deliberately.

“Shame the stick’s so small or else it would have no trouble finding the hole in the first place,” you retort.

You hear a murmur of “bitch” from his mouth as he shakes his head. You feel Harry tensing badly, his hands clinched tightly in fists, and know he’s only holding himself back to keep from being a headline in tomorrow’s paper. Small town news travels fast, and when you’re Harry Styles, it’s faster and bigger.

“Maybe we should just go, Harry,” you say to him quietly. He doesn’t move, just looks at Alex with clinched jaws and fists. “Harry,” you say his name, hoping to jolt him from his silent rage. He looks at you. “Let’s go, okay?” you ask him calmly. You see his fists begin to relax a bit and the anger in his eyes soften slightly. He looks at Alex again, then grabs your hand and walks toward the door.

As you leave the building, you start to pull your hand from his in case there are paparazzi around, or anyone who saw what happened and decides to document it. Harry feels you and tightens his grasp on your hand, a strong ‘no’ directed your way, holding it until you reach his car. Harry opens your door for you, then as you sit and reach for the door to pull it closed, you feel Harry’s hand on the side of your face as he kisses you deeply, holding your head to his so you don’t release his kiss. After a moment he pulls away, looking at you with a look that you weren’t sure you had seen on Harry before. You weren’t even sure what it was, but you felt it best in that moment to not say anything and let him have his moment, whatever it was.

It was a quiet car ride back to Harry’s parent’s home. It was late and you would be leaving after lunch the next day to return home. As you stepped out of the car and closed the door, you walked around the car to where Harry was waiting for you. You feel him take your hand and begin to walk toward the house, but you hesitate for a moment. Harry looks at you, still with the furrowed brow.

“Are you okay?” you ask him.

He looks at you, realizing the look on your face is one of worry, and tries to relax a bit. “M’ fine. Tired. Ready to get some sleep.” You nod to him and walk inside the house with him. His mom questions how the evening was and he says it was fine.

“Mum, we’ll be leaving in the morning after we get up, rather than after lunch,” he says to your surprise.

“Oh!” she exclaims. “I thought you would be here longer. I was going to cook your favorite, and bake a dessert for after.”

“I’m sorry, but no need to bother,” he says with not much expression to his voice or his face. “Have to get back earlier than planned. Sorry.”

“No worries, love,” she grins slightly. “I understand.” She hugs and kisses her son, and hugs you, then you all make your way to your rooms to sleep.

The two of you step into Harry’s room, and you watch him close the door. He walks to where his things are, then into the washroom to get ready for bed. You aren’t sure what to make of how he is reacting. You knew he was angry about what happened, and you didn’t think he was angry at you for any of it, but honestly, in that moment, you weren’t sure of anything, except that you were ready to return to London.

As Harry came from the washroom, you reached for your things and walked in. The entire time you got ready for bed, you talked to yourself quietly. Anyone who might have witnessed it would have thought you were crazy. ‘What?…I don’t get it…Is he mad at me?…I didn’t do anything for him to be mad at me about…Did I?…Alex, you mother…’ You trailed your cursing as you finished your nightly routine, then stopped a second before you opened the door. You leaned your ear closely to it, trying to hear any noises Harry may have been making, to get a new sense of what you may be walking into. You started to open the door, stopped, then shut off the light, hoping the darkness of the rooms would hide that you were peaking at him. You slowly and quietly open the washroom door and peak out through the crack, seeing Harry already lying in bed, facing away from the washroom and toward your side of the bed. You open the door as quietly as possible and walk into the bedroom, setting your things inside your bag, and tiptoeing across the wood floor until you reach your side. If you could avoid the awkwardness of before, you were going to try. The moon shining through the window illuminated the room enough to see…or so you thought.

Pain surged through your foot as you stubbed your toe on the foot of the bed. You sucked air sharply into your mouth, quickly pressing the palm of your hand against your lips to keep from making noise, then hobbled to the edge of the bed. You drew your foot up in front of you, clutching your foot like it was going to make the pain better the harder you squeezed it. For a short moment, you completely forgot about Harry even being in the room.

“Sister Mary Francis that hurt!” you quietly popped.

As you continue to squeeze your sore foot, you hear giggling from the bed behind you. You turn and look at Harry, who is literally shaking the entire bed, trying to suppress his laughter so he didn’t wake the entire house. You continue clutching your foot as you look at him, confused.

“What are you laughing at?” you ask him quietly.

“Love, how the fuck am I supposed to stay angry when you make me laugh?!” he said, more loudly than he should have.

His laughing continues as you shush him to be quiet. “Your parents are sleeping, Harry.”

You felt him lean into the center of the bed, and grab you around your middle, pulling you toward him, so that you were lying on your back on that side of his chest. He hugged you tightly and kissed your shoulder.

“Why are you so angry?” you ask as he calms completely. “Are you angry about what I said to Alex?”

“What?” he questioned, shocked that she thought it. “No, sweetheart, of course not! Sometimes I wish I had a quicker wit like you.” He kissed your shoulder again, holding your arms down on your stomach from behind you as you lay atop him. “No, I was just so angry with Alex. I am so angry at him. He had no right to do what he did, or say what he said.”

“He was bating you, Harry,” you reply, “And me, too. And apparently it worked on both of us. Once a dick, always a dick, maybe.” Harry giggled a bit again. “It’s more than that though, isn’t it?” you ask. “Something else. I could see it in your eyes. Never seen that look before.”

You feel Harry’s body tense under you as he starts to grip you tighter, but then relaxes and rubs your arms lovingly, once again kissing your shoulder.

“When he…” he started then stopped, took a deep breath, then began again. “When he grabbed you…touched you…I wanted to rip his fuckin’ head off, love.”

You think about that for a moment. “Well, in all honesty, so did I.”

Harry is quiet for a moment then giggles again. “I thought you were going to rear back and punch him again. Would have paid good money to see that again. Brilliant,” he says, remembering the scene from months before.

“Thought about it,” you admit. “But I didn’t want to cause a bigger scene than he was already causing. This is your hometown, Harry. I didn’t want to embarrass you, especially not in front of your friends. And even more so, because your family still lives here.”

Harry turns his head to kiss the side of yours. “Love, thank you for thinking of me, and my family. But you could never embarrass me.”

“Sure?” you ask.

“Yeah,” he says, kissing your shoulder.

“Then may I ask you something?” you say softly.

“Of course,” he replies.

You pull your foot up and nearly stick it in his face.

“Will you kiss my toe?”

Harry laughs again and teases you by kissing your toes several times, trying to help you rub the pain away, then you cozy up and both soon fall asleep.

*

The week began as any other. You made your usual walk to the station every morning and rode it into work, spent a long day at your desk researching, preparing, and creating your next assignment for the magazine you worked for, then returning home each night to whatever awaited you. Sometimes you thought, short of being in a relationship with someone so popular, that your life was probably pretty boring and mundane. Harry was spending long hours lately working with others, creating new songs for his next big project, having meetings and such, so you weren’t seeing as much of each other as you would both like. But you were proud of his strong work ethics and dedication, and supported him completely in his efforts, even if it meant sometimes not seeing him as much.

Tonight was going to be different though. You were going out and going to have a great time. You always had a great time with your best friend, Kari, and you hadn’t seen her as much lately either, and was definitely ready for some girl time.

As you stepped off the train and walked the short distance between it and the pub, you smiled a huge smile as Kari greeted you on the sidewalk outside.

“There’s my beautiful best friend!” Kari screamed, running to you and hugging you tightly.

“Kari, you just saw me a couple of hours ago at work. Have I changed that much so quickly?” you tease.

“I know,” she says, “But it’s not like our offices are even on the same floor or anything. It’s been ages since we girls have had a night out.”

“Too long, yeah,” you say, squeezing her again. “Let’s go inside.”

The two of you walk inside and find an intimate corner away from the noise for a bit.

“So,” you say, sipping the cold beer from your glass, “What’s been happening in your life? How are things with, what’s her name…Jenny? Jun?”

“Jani…” she says as you nod. “That’s over. Fun for awhile but she was a bit too…out there…for my liking.”

“Someone was too ‘out there’ for you?” you ask, surprised.

“Imagine that,” she says, not offended in the slightest. “Besides, wasn’t much fun in the bedroom, I’ll tell you that much.” Kari rolls her eyes. “She just lays there, I swear! Making me do all the work! I like to be taken care of too, you know?”

“Best that you realized it early on then,” you giggle at her.

“Yeah, too much work,” she says, sipping her drink. “I’d like to be the one just layin’ there doin’ nothin’ but receivin’ sometimes, I’ll tell you that for sure.” You laugh out loud and shake your head. “So how about you and Harry?” she asks, a bit too loudly and you shush her. “Sorry.”

“Things are great,” you smile. “We’re both staying busy right now, but it’s good. Couples need to have time away from each other, time to spend with other friends and such.”

“Are you in love with him?” she asks with a smirky smile.

“Yeah,” you giggle. “What’s not to love about Harry?” you say quietly.

“God, this place is dragging tonight,” Kari complains. “We need some excitement! Need to bring the girls out and get some fun going in here!” Kari begins unbuttoning her blouse and, realizing she is wearing no bra and already has one breast exposed, you quickly grab the button edging and close it again.

“Kari, stop!” you laugh.

You and your bestie sit for a long time, catching up with each other, laughing and enjoying another drink, then you realize how late it’s gotten and remember you both have work in the morning. You walk, arm in arm, out the front door of the pub.

“Would have been even more fun if you hadn’t closed up m’ top and made me put away the jubblies!” Kari said as you laugh. “No night is complete until you’ve flashed someone, right? Am I wrong?”

Before you can say anything else, you are immediately blinded by flashes and voices yelling at you.

“Bloody fuckin’ hell!” Kari yells.

You try to shield your eyes from the bright flashes, squinting to see if you can make out what is happening.

“Babe, does this happen to you all the time?” Kari yells to you.

“Never!” you yell back. “I don’t…” you are confused, then grab Kari’s arm and walk closely with her, trying to maneuver your way through the small group of photographers.

“Miss, how long have you and Harry been seeing each other?” one yells.

“Are you and Harry dating or just good friends?” another hollers.

“Where’s Harry tonight, love?” a third chimes in.

“Come on, Kari,” you say into her ear. “Just ignore them and keep your head down.”

“Bloody fuckin’ leaches! How about gettin’ a real job? Or better yet, a life!” Kari yells, as you tug at her arm and try to get her to be quiet.

The two of you duck inside the next open business and hide around a corner where the small group of photographers can’t see you.

“Holy hell, love!” Kari looks at you with wide eyes. “Is that what you deal with when you and Harry are out?”

“No!” you insist. “We’ve always managed to keep it under wraps. I don’t understand what’s happened, why all of a sudden…” You try and think what could have possibly triggered this to happen. You and Harry hadn’t even seen each other in a couple of days, and then it was only for a couple of hours at his house.

“You’re buzzin’, babe,” Kari says. You break from your deep thought and look at Kari, confused.

“What?” you ask.

“Your phone, love,” she says, grabbing for your purse and pulling it out, handing it to you.

You look and see it’s a call from Harry. Perfect timing, you thought.

“Harry?” you answer with a voice you don’t completely recognize as your own.


“Hey, sweetheart,” he says with a tired voice. “I hope I’m not calling too late.”

“What?” you ask, still confused as a flash blinds you momentarily and you realize you stepped out a bit too far from around the corner you were seeking refuge in. “Oh…no. It’s fine.”

“You alright?” he asks into your ear.

“Yeah,” you say without thinking. “Um, I mean, no actually.”

“What’s wrong?” he questions, hearing timidity in your voice.

“There are photographers,” you say, trying to think.

“What? Where? Where are you?” he riddles like a machine gun.

“Um…” you look around, not really sure where you are, and see a sign. “Inside a hotel lobby…somewhere. Kari and I went out for awhile and we were sort of ambushed as we came out. We ducked in here to get away from them.”

“Tell me where you are, I’ll come get you,” he says, nervously. He knows what the paparazzi are like all too well.

“No…Harry,” you insist. “It’s okay. It’ll just make it worse if you show up. Give them exactly what they want, won’t it?”

“Sweetheart, you don’t understand how they are,” he nearly shouts. “It can be dangerous.”

“Harry, it’s alright,” you say, snapping out of your thoughts with a possible plan. “Listen, I need to go. I’ll call you as soon as I’m home.”

“No, love!” you hear him objecting, but the last thing you want, and the last thing Harry needs, is to have to be in the middle of this. You’re an adult and you’re smart. You can figure it out. You hear your phone buzz and see it’s Harry calling you back, and slide your phone into your purse.

“Come on,” you say to Kari, grabbing her arm.

The two of you walk to the front desk as the photographers begin flashing away at the sight of you.

“May I help you?” the person behind the counter asks with a smile.

“Yes, thank you,” you say as politely as you can. “See those loons out front flashing their cameras all over the front of your building?” The hotel employee nods, having already been annoyed by the flashes and occasional holler of a question. “Help us out and I think they’ll soon leave.”

“Are you someone I should know?” the young man asks, almost excitedly.

“No,” you state clearly and deliberately. “But I am associated with someone who is very influential, thus the reason for the cameras.” You look at him as he contemplates. “I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking if you leave matters alone and let us suffer through this on our own, that my influential friend may pop up, bringing a nice little spotlight on your lovely little hotel here.” The man smiles. “Or…or my friend and I could cause a scene here at your lovely little hotel, all caught on camera, and because of who my influential friend is, and because I am a writer for a very popular British magazine, it could do a bit of damage to your nice little establishment.”

The young man looks at you with wider eyes now and clears his throat. “What can we do to help?”

“Do you have a back exit?” you ask. He nods. “Pretend you are registering a room to us and hand me a keycard. We’ll follow you over to ride the lift to make it look real, then if you would kindly escort us to a different lift somewhere that we could take back down to the back exit, I’ll hand the key back to you and we’ll be out of your hair. Once the photographers see we appear to be staying the night, I think they’ll leave.” You look at him as he mulls the plot over in his mind.

“Or I can flash them these and have even more photographers chomping at you, Charlie boy!” Kari says with force as she rips open her blouse, exposing her breasts to the unsuspecting young man.

You look at Kari and close your eyes, shaking your head slightly, then looking back at the employee. He looks at you, then at Kari and her still exposed breasts, then back at you, handing you a keycard.

“If you’ll follow me, ladies,” he says with a grin.

You look at Kari who smiles at you and you both follow the man to the elevator doors, flashes exploding outside of the large glass doors and windows. Kari keeps a huge smile on her face as you notice her blouse still open.

“God, Kari, put those things away! This isn’t Mardis Gras,” you say to her quietly, and she closes her top.

Soon you both find yourself escaping the building through a private employee entrance, passing a nice tip along to the young man for helping, then begin an eerie walk down a partially lit alleyway, until you are far enough away from the hotel to return to the street. You walk arm-in-arm until you reach the entrance to Kari’s building.

“Well, lovely, sad to admit that’s the most exciting night I’ve had in awhile, but true as it is, I’m glad it was with you!” she says lovingly as she hugs you and kisses your cheek. “Best friends for life, aren’t we?”

“Best friends for life,” you say, squeezing her tightly.

You quickly make your way to the nearest tube station and are extremely happy when you walk into your house and collapse on your sofa. You look at the ceiling and exaggerate a deep exhale, then hear pounding on your door.

“Oh, God, now what?” you say, exasperated. You stand to walk to the door and hear Harry’s voice.

“Babe! Are you here?!” you hear Harry yell. “Please be here.”

You quickly open the door and barely see the look of fear mixed with relief on his face as he draws you into his arms.

“Oh my God!” he says, relieved. “Why have you not been answering your fuckin’ phone, love? I’ve been out of my mind with worry!”

You realize it probably wasn’t nice of you to not get back with him immediately, but you were so thrown by the events of the night that your only thought in that moment was to get home as quickly as possible.

“Are you alright?” he says, pulling away from you and holding your face in his hands. “You’re okay?”

“Yeah, Harry, I’m fine, really,” you tell him, smiling to try and reassure him. He hugged you again tightly for a long moment, then the two of you sat on the sofa, his hands never leaving you.

“Please, never do that to me again!” he nearly shouts. “You have no idea the panic I’ve been going through.”

“I’m sorry,” you say, frowning. “I didn’t mean to…” you say, looking down, feeling terrible and seeing the look in his eyes. “After I talked to you, my mind was focused on getting back here as quickly as I could. I was still kind of shocked it even happened. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to worry you,” you say sadly and honestly.

He hugs you again then kisses you sweetly. You explain to him how the night transpired and discuss it.

“Well, it’s apparent we’ve been found out to some extent,” he said unhappily. “I’m sorry, love. I’m afraid your life is going to change somewhat now. Not a normal life anymore.”

“Since when has any of this been normal?” you ask him with a grin and he grins slightly, too.

“Still,” he continues, “I presume this is only the beginning. Should find out soon how this happened, who’s responsible for it.” You exhale deeply and he kisses your cheek. “How about you grab what you need and let’s go back to my house for the night. You look as tired as I feel. I’ll make sure you get to work in the morning. Closer from my home anyway.”

You pack a few things, go back with him to his house, and are grateful to finally drift off into sleep. As the two of you sit at the tall island eating a bit of breakfast the next morning, Harry explains some things to you.

“Sweetheart, I was none too happy last night when you hung up on me,” he says as you look at him apologetically, “but I understand why you did, and thank you. But…that being said, we need to discuss how things are inevitably going to change now. Not only for you, but for us.”

“Alright,” you agree.

“Unless we have been spotted out together somewhere, someone who knows us would have had to have told someone,” Harry states. “No idea who, but that’s besides the point. Not sure that it matters now. But, I am not comfortable with you walking alone to and from anywhere now. So…”

“Harry,” you counter, “Don’t you think that’s a little extreme?”

“After last night, you’re seriously asking me that?” he questions, his brows raised high. “Love, I don’t think you have any idea what this means. An enormous amount of your privacy is gone now. And as long as you and I are together, you’re not going to get it back. Lose more of it, too.”

You concede and nod. “So what are you suggesting?”

“I think we should either get you a car, install a good security system at your home, and get you a bodyguard,” he says while taking a drink of his juice, “Or…you could live with me.”

You look at him, thinking you maybe didn’t hear him right, as he takes another bite of his food. You crunch your eyebrows deeply into the center of your forehead as you think. Harry watches you as he eats his food.

“What do you think?” he asks. You set your fork next to your plate on the island top and think. You know what you are thinking, you just don’t know how to say it to Harry. “Love?”

You look at him with a bit of a frown. “Yeah, um, I don’t know, Harry.”

This isn’t how it was supposed to happen. It was supposed to be romantic, and sweet, and cheesy, all very Harry. Instead it was laid out like a trip to the market. Cutlet or Scotch fillet, poppet? Although unintentional, you’re sure, you didn’t think Harry even seemed excited at the prospect of living together. It was an option. Either one or the other. Made it sound incredibly platonic, which you knew was not the case, but still, it was so black and white. Drink of juice, question, and not even a smile or giggle or squeeze of your knee under the counter, showing he was excited at the thought of it. It didn’t feel right. You had definitely been together long enough to be living together, but he made it sound less than appealing with either option.

“Need to think on it, I guess,” you say softly.

Harry nods, then continues eating. You push your food around with your fork a bit, thinking about the conversation, then stand when he does. You dump your food as he washes his plate and fork.

“You didn’t eat much,” he observes. “Not hungry?”

“Um, no, not really,” you answer. “It was good, though, thank you”

You start to wash your dishes but he takes them from you, kissing your forehead, and grinning at you. You thank him, then finish what you need to do to leave for work.

“I’ll take you to work before I go to the studio,” Harry tells you as he puts his boots on.

“Harry, you don’t have to,” you say, putting your phone into your bag and making sure you have everything you need. “It’s not a long tube ride from here, and it’s out of your way.”

“I didn’t ask,” Harry said without a smile. “I’m taking you. Are you ready?”

You look at him and see that look again. That same one after the confrontation with Alex in the little pub in Cheshire. That look sends a chill over your body, so you don’t argue, looking back into your bag. Harry walks to you, turning you to face him, placing his large hands on either arm.

“I need to know that you’re safe,” Harry says, lovingly. “Just do this for me, okay?”

You nod to him as he kisses you gently. He pulls away, caressing your cheek with his thumb, then kisses you more deeply. You can feel it in his kiss. He loves you. And he does want what is best for you. So, at least for now, you’ll do as he asks, without argument.

As Harry’s car approaches your building, you hear him cuss under his breath. You look at him, then to where he is looking down the street, several feet from your office doors. Five, maybe 6, photographers, standing outside the doors, looking around, chatting with each other, checking their phones and talking no doubt to whoever tipped them off this time.

“How did they find out?” you ask, shocked.

Harry takes a deep breath and exhales deeply. “Are you starting to better understand, sweetheart?” You both just sit and look at the photographers for a moment, then he looks at you.

“Take the service entrance, just there,” you point and he drives around the back of the large building, unbeknownst to the photographers at the front of the building. He drives where you direct him, to a large door that says, “Delivery Entrance”. You look at him and believe the look on his face is probably much like the one on your own.

“Be thinkin’ on it, love,” Harry tells you. “It’ll only get worse.”

Again, you are uncomfortable, and kind of sad, that the way the idea of you and Harry living together is being propositioned to you, is nowhere near the way you had envisioned it to happen. It made it seem like it wasn’t really what he wanted, or at least not yet. You reach to open the door of the car when you feel his hand grasp your arm.

“Hey!” he says, almost growling. “Don’t I get a proper kiss before we have to work?” You grin slightly then give him a quick kiss to his lips, but he still doesn’t let you go. “I believe I said a proper kiss,” he teases with the first real smile you’ve seen from him for awhile. You smile a bit more, leaning to him and kissing his sweet, soft lips. You feel his hand gently on your throat, stroking your jaw lightly with his thumb, as you taste each other’s lips. You lean away, looking at him for approval. “That’s more like it. If I can’t get away to be here by 5 to get you, I’ll have a car waiting. Use this entrance until the photographers get bored of standing around outside the front.” You nod at him again and turn to push your door open. Still feeling his hand grasping you, you turn and look at him. “I love you,” he says warmly. “Know that, don’t ya?”

You smile and nod. “I know. I love you, too.” He smiles again at that, leaning to you for one more kiss, then finally releasing his hold on your arm, allowing you to walk inside your building.

You tried your hardest to work but you couldn’t concentrate. As you sat in the break room eating your lunch alone, Kari walks in with hers and sits next to you.

“Having lunch with all your friends, are you, petal?” she teases, looking around at all the empty chairs.

You smile. “Thought if I came at a busy work time, maybe it would be quiet in here.”

“What’s wrong, darlin’?” she asks, kissing your cheek and hugging you lightly. “Not your normal, chipper self today. Do I need to kick someone’s ass for you?”

You giggle, “No, everything’s okay. Just a lot on my mind, I guess.”

“Tell your best friend all about it,” she encourages. “Bored to tears today.” You stay quiet as you take a bite of your food and look at her. “Come on, out with it. Ain’t got all day, ya know.”

“You just said you’re bored to tears today,” you chastise.

Kari rolls her eyes at you as she bites into her food. “What’s happening? Trouble with the boyfriend? No fornicating happening lately or something?”

You chuckle slightly then shake your head. “No, everything is fine. He…actually asked me to move in with him this morning.”

“Well, I’ll be a monkey’s ass, you’re moving in with him?!” she blurts loudly.

“Shh,” you chide, “I don’t know yet, Kari.”

“What? Are you insane?” she yells and you beg her to be quiet. “Sweetheart, do you know how many women and gay men…hell, straight men, for that matter…around the world would give their right testicle to live with Harry Styles?”

“No, Kar,” you chortle, “How many women around the world would give their right testicle to live with Harry Styles?”

“All of them!” she shouts. “Every last fuckin’ one of them!” You giggle at her excitement. “Why aren’t you jumpin’ for joy about it, darlin’?”

“Because, Kar,” you say, trying to bring the volume levels down once again. “Because, I don’t know if I’m going to accept or not yet.”

“Why the bloody hell not?!” she reprimands. “Sweetheart, this is wonderful news! Why wouldn’t you want to live with the most amazing boyfriend you’ve ever had, who just happens to live in a multi-million dollar home, one of many I’m sure, around the world. Are you ill?” she says, feeling your forehead.

“Because,” you continue. “Because, when he asked, it wasn’t sweet, and special, and romantic, like I’d been dreaming about. Like every girl dreams about. It was almost like…I don’t know, an offer, like he was proposing a business deal. Either I accept extravagant amounts of additional security measures, or I move into his house. It just didn’t feel right.”

As you talk and begin to clean up your mess to go back to your desk, your phone buzzes with a text.

Decided yet?

So romantic. You take a deep breath, reply with a simple ‘no’, leave it at that, and go back to work. At the end of your day, you are beyond ready to go home. You walk to the front doors of the building, and as you see the small hoard of photographers talking and adjusting this or that on their equipment, you remember Harry was supposed to meet you at the back of the building. You quickly walk there, but as you open the door, you see a black car, with a driver standing by the door. You sigh and walk to the car, allowing him to open it for you, and get inside. That meant Harry would probably be working late, and you would be forced to sit and think about the subject all night, driving yourself mad in the process.

As you realize the driver is going the opposite direction from your home, you question him.

“Excuse me?” you say as he turns his head slightly to listen. “My home is that direction.”

“Miss,” he nods. “Harry asked me to take you to his house.”

“Why? If he’s working…?” you ask him, like he was supposed to have the answer.

“I’m sorry, miss, I don’t know,” he kindly answers. “He asked me to pick you up and take you back to his house.”

“Thank you,” you reply, confused but accepting. No doubt he wanted to discuss it more after he gets home from work.

When the car pulled into the drive of the large home, you walk to the front door. As you begin to open it, the knob pulls away gently from your hand, and you look up to see Harry standing in front of you.

“Hello, love,” he says sweetly, smiling at you and kissing your lips, one hand on the door, the other hand on your waist. “How was your day?”

“It…was fine, thanks,” you say, pleasantly surprised. “How was yours?”

“It was fine, too,” he hugs you, pulling you inside and closing the door behind you. You start to pull out of the hug but he only draws you closer to him. You especially loved the long, drawn-out, warm hugs from him. His hands slowly caressing up and down your back, his face buried into your neck, sweet kisses being planted on your skin over and over. It felt like…home.

Harry takes your hand, walking you through the hallway toward the dining room, where you see a beautifully set table, complete with a delicious meal and lit candles, soft music playing in the background. You look at him, sweetly surprised.

“What’s this?” you ask, confused but happy.

“Can’t a man make a delicious meal for the woman he loves?” he beams at you.

You smile with a bit of tears building, but you blink them away. “Of course,” you say, “But why?”

He stands facing you, holding your hands. “I thought about our conversation this morning, and I realized how cold it sounded. Honestly couldn’t shake the thought of it out of my head all morning, the look in your eyes. By noon I decided I was never going to get any work done if I didn’t relieve the stress from my mind over it, and show you the proper way that conversation should have happened.”

“Harry, you don’t…” you start but he silences you, placing his finger over your lips, then softly brushing his thumb across them.

“Had this evening planned out for a good month or so already,” he admits. “Fucked it up this morning because of what happened with the photographers last night. Let me try again?” He looks at you with a pouty face then grins. “Please?”

You grin at him and kiss his lips gently, accepting the returned kiss he applies to your lips. Harry pulls out your chair, always the gentleman, and you enjoy a beautiful, romantic meal together. After a lovely evening of talking, giggles, music, and wine, Harry takes your hand, turns off the lights, and walks you quietly into his bedroom. He closes the door behind you both and turns to kiss you. He stands, looking at your face, and smiles slightly. “So beautiful,” he says softly. “Not sure you can yet truly understand how deeply I feel for you. But I hope you never doubt it.”

“I don’t doubt it,” you gently say. “You mean so much to me, Harry.”

You feel his strong arms engulf around your shoulders as his lips begin a path of gentle kisses down your neck. You feel his teeth lightly nicking at your collarbone as his hands slide slowly from your shoulders down to your ass. You feel the slight gathering of warmth beginning to travel under your skin. He leans away, taking your hand and turning. You follow his lead as he walks past the large bed and into the washroom. It’s an enormous washroom, with every luxury a person could possibly need, but in that moment, those luxuries are the last thing on your mind. You stand still as he kisses you softly, then walks around, lighting numerous candles he has thoughtfully placed all around the large room. As he finishes, he looks at you with a grin, and turns the bright lights of the overhead bulb off, leaving the room illuminated beautifully by the vast array of candlelight.

Harry walks back to where you are still standing, not moving a muscle, and holds you closely from behind. You feel his beautiful pink lips kiss your neck as his hands move methodically over your body. His fingertips press firmly into your waist and hips as he tastes your skin, nibbling on your shoulder. His hands feel firm as they fondle your breasts, clutching each in his grasp, pulling you as closely against his body as he can. He releases them for a moment as he slowly unzips the zipper on the back of your dress, separating the fabric and sliding it down your body until it puddles at your feet. You move your hands behind you enough to grab his hips and hold them tightly to your own, feeling the lump in his pants becoming more prominent against your ass. His hand slowly moves back around your body as one of them wraps around your waist, and the other one moves gently over the fabric of your panties. He cups you in his large hand, rubbing you slowly through the silky fabric of your panties. His lips trail up your neck to your jaw, as he uses his free hand to gently pull your jaw around for your lips to meet his. He licks your bottom lip, biting it lightly, tasting your tongue as you tease, all the while still rubbing and cupping you in his hand.

“Feel you getting wet for me, love,” he breathes into your ear. “Knickers are soakin’ through already.” You nod without saying a word, loving the sensations he is already mastering inside of you. You feel his free hand lift your chin. “Open your eyes, kitten,” he whispers. You do, not even realizing you had closed them in the first place. He nods forward. “Want you to watch what I do to you. Want you to see how fuckin’ beautiful you are when you cum.” You hadn’t realized you were directly facing the large mirror over the smooth stone vanity until then. Harry always loved to watch everything sexual you and he did together, and now you know why. Watching his hand cupping you, his other hand working over your nipple through the lacy fabric of your bra with his fingers, all the while as he watches your body, your eyes, your expressions…yeah, you understood why now.

You don’t know how he manages to flick open the clasp on your bra with only one hand, but you’ve decided in that moment he is a genius. He gently tosses the offending clothing onto the floor, then raises his hand once again to find your erect nipples waiting for his touch again. He pulls them gently, one at time, between his thumb and fingers, biting gently into your neck as you both watch in the mirror. He feels your hips buck into his hand a bit. He slides his finger over the fabric, causing it to disappear inside of you from the force of his finger against your slit. He rubs the fabric back and forth along your clit, as his other fingers caress up and down your lips. You feel him tugging at your nipples while biting your neck a bit more forcefully. You aren’t sure which sensation is greater and you begin finding it more difficult to keep your eyes open. You begin grinding against his hand as you hear him moan quietly in your ear. “That’s it. Cum fo’ me, pet. First of many, I promise.” The promise of multiple orgasms is all it took to send you over the edge as your breathing increases and you moan, grabbing the clothes still on Harry’s body closely behind you as your body shakes. You release another moan as you tremble from the orgasm you are experiencing, slowing your breathing as it begins to ease. “Good, baby, good,” Harry praises, as he pushes your panties down your hips and to the floor.

You stay standing where you are as you notice Harry quickly undressing and starting the shower water. It was a gorgeous open shower, large enough for several people, much less two. He made sure the water temperature was perfect as he finished undressing himself and took your hand.

“Come,” he tells you as he leads you into the stream of water. You eagerly follow him as he begins passionately kissing you, his tongue lapping at yours, sucking your lips into his, biting at your jaw. He was without question leaving bite marks and hickies on you, and you loved it. The excitement of the moment with the slight pain was gratifying. Painful pleasure. He kissed you over and over again, his arms never leaving their place around your body, holding you tightly between his body and the tiled shower wall. At some point he managed to lather both of your bodies, but you were in such a euphoric haze, you barely remember it. You feel a blast of water suddenly hit you below and your eyes shoot open. The amazing power of multiple, adjustable shower heads, you thought. You feel Harry keep the pressure right on your clit as you pant against his neck, biting it and hearing a full-throttled moan escape his throat.

Harry moves you out of the direct streams and spreads your thighs open with his leg. You feel by the nibbles and bites he trails from your neck, down your body, that he is becoming more aggressive. He kisses your belly, kneeling in front of you, moving his eager mouth lower, before blowing hot breath on your sensitive areas. He layers kisses…beautiful hot, wet kisses…all around you until you are dripping from the pleasure of it, begging for him.

“Please…Harry, please…” you plead, urging him closer by caressing his head and jetting your pubic bone forward. “Please…”

Instantly you feel an intense lick of his tongue from the bottom of your lips to the top of your clit, and you catch your breath, pulling his hair unintentionally. He likes the pain of the stinging of his scalp and does it again, causing a loud moan from your throat. You hear a long moan from Harry, that sounds like he is having more pleasure from it than you are, but that couldn’t be possible, could it? You feel him use your juices to coat his fingers, as he sucks gently on each of your lips. He feels you sink down on his face slightly and he groans in pleasure again. He parts you with his fingers, sinking them into you, as his mouth manipulates your tiny nub until it feels like it could explode. Harry covers your clit with his mouth, flicking the little button furiously. You moan loudly, pulling his hair again. You feel the vibration of his moan on you and see stars. He hears your breathing become more rapid, vacuuming his lips around you, his fingers stroking you as you balloon inside. You pant loudly as if you were giving birth.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” you yell, writhing under him, but he is merciless and doesn’t release you at all. You feel your muscles contracting as your body shakes in orgasm, warmth spreading over you, as you holler out one more time, your juices exploding onto Harry’s face and mouth. He continues sucking and stroking you until he feels your trembling subsiding a bit but not stopping yet. Harry immediately stands and turns you to face the wall, stroking his cock a couple of times and rubbing it against your well-lubricated lips, before thrusting deeply inside of you. “Oh God!” you nearly beg for mercy, but it just felt too good to want it to end. He pounds his full length into you deeply, over and over again. You can hear his panting against your ear and the side of your face.

“Oh, you feel so good, baby,” he spoke, almost breathlessly into your ear. “Fuck, always feel so good for me.” He pushes deeply forward as his fingers quickly find your clit and begin circling it again. You nearly whimper a cry, unsure how much more you can take, but not wanting him to stop. He presses you nearly flat against the shower wall, thrusting harder and faster. Your hands raise above your head and drop at the elbow until your fingers once again find his damp, curly locks and tug firmly. You feel that familiar build up again, as your body begins to tremble inside and you tighten around him.

You hear Harry moan, puffing loud breaths into your ear. He’s full inside of you and you feel him pulsing against your walls. “Need…need ya’ to cum for me now, love,” he says. “Need ya to…” Before he can even finish saying it again, you moan loudly as your body quakes. Your pussy squeezes him, milking brutally, as you hear Harry grunt loudly next to your ear, feeling him push one more aggressive thrust into you before holding himself deeply inside of you, allowing your walls to squeeze him to completion. You feel his dick pumping his seed into you, as you both continue to face the shower wall, trying to recover the act of breathing. A moment later, you realize you still have a good hold of his hair, and release it, rubbing his scalp.

“Sorry, babe,” you say, taking a deep breath. “Sorry.” You feel him shake his head, letting you know to not apologize for it. You feel him kissing your shoulder, and move your hand to his cheek, caressing him. He kisses your hand, then your cheek, then leans away, relieving the pressure of his weight off your backside. He turns you to face him, looking into your eyes, both of you looking spent, but in the best way possible. He kisses you sweetly for a long moment, tasting you once again, then holding you, simply loving the feel of you in his arms.

After a quick clean, the two of you make your way into the bedroom and collapse into his bed. He lays close to you, facing you as you lay on your back, peppering your shoulder and neck with gentle kisses. You lean your head toward him so that his forehead is pressing gently against your temple.

“I’m sorry that this morning, I made you moving in with me, sound like it wasn’t important to me or something,” he speaks softly to you. “I didn’t mean for it to sound that way, I just…I worry for your safety, and my mind was in that mode. I never want anyone to hurt you. I want to take care of you.”

You turn your head and kiss him sweetly. “It’s okay,” you reply.

“Babe,” he says, looking more directly at you, as your heads rest on the same pillow, “I’ve been planning how to ask you to move in with me for weeks now. I was just thrown by everything that happened. But I want you to live with me, if you want it, too. My home is…closer to your work…more central to everything than yours…has amazing security…and I’ll make sure you safely get anywhere you need to go. I worry about you when you’re at your house, and I’m here or away. I want you with me. I want you around me.” You see the serious but loving look on his face as he caresses yours. “Move in with me, please?”

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Like the cliff hanger? *insert maniacal laugh here.

I am humbled by the amazing response I am getting to this series. Thank you all so much! And thank you to those who reblog, sharing it with others. I appreciate it more than you know. Writing has always been a passion of mine, and thanks to Harry, it’s taken this warped twist. :) I love being slightly warped, don’t you?

I will begin working on Part Five tonight and hope to have it posted over the next couple of days. Long stories are my specialty, as my experience is more with writing novel-lengths and screenplays. Writing the short stuff is new for me, but I appreciate the great response to my Music Series writings, as well.

Please feel free to come talk to me or send asks. I love people! Writers love to talk and get to know people. It’s great character development. :P

I hope you are all having an amazing weekend, and have a lovely week! xo

#flirting (an Olicity fic)

Here’s a ridiculous little celebrity/social media au one shot. I wrote it this summer and totally forgot about it but I found it today so… here it is! There may be a few more parts to this, idk. We’ll see!

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She was standing in the kitchen, just finishing off her (disgusting) protein shake, when an alert lit the face of her phone.

@OliverQueen tweeted a photo.

She chugged the last sip—ugh!—and swiped the screen. A second later a photo of Oliver was staring back at her and she’d be lying if she said her breathe didn’t catch a little at the sight.

Tight t-shirt, crazy blue eyes, just the right amount of scruff… He was gorgeous, always, but especially standing on the deck of a yacht, leaning over the railing just enough to show off his muscular shoulders. The tweet said, “Fav pic from the @MensHealth shoot.” It already had over a thousand likes.

Felicity liked the tweet and threw her glass in the sink, maybe a little rougher than she’d meant to considering the way it rattled around.

It wasn’t that she was jealous. She was happy for Oliver; he worked hard to maintain his physique and anyone who worked that hard for anything deserved praise and a spread in Men’s Health was good for him, but ugh! Over a thousand likes in less than three minutes? Really? How was it possible?

Her phone vibrated and she looked down to see another alert.

@OliverQueen: @FelicitySmoak you should have come with. Missed you on the boat ;)

Felicity sighed and tapped out a return message.

@FelicitySmoak: @OliverQueen motion sickness, photogs and getting hit on 24/7? Yeah what was I thinking passing on that?

As was usual whenever she got into a conversation with Oliver on social media, her phone started blowing up. Likes and follows and retweets. Everyone wanted a piece of Oliver Queen, even if it was just in the form of stalking him on Twitter.

Even she had her claws in him in a way. It wasn’t like he talked to her on Twitter because he missed her sparkling personality. No, she was the Ronald Miller to his Cindy Mancini, using his popularity and social media prowess to Can’t Buy Me Love her way into the hearts of America. Or, at least, into the hearts of his millions of followers.

Her phone vibrated again, but this time it was a text.

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Stylist Noona || M

Genre: Fluff, Smut (M)

Pairing: Jungkook x reader

Summary: You were assigned to be a stylist for BTS, a group you didn’t care too much about. Knowing the job would be stressful, you bravely walked into those doors. Little did you know, you’d be breaking some rules. Why is this Jungkook so handsome? And why is he knocking on your window that’s on the second floor!?

A/N: I originally posted this on my instagram account @ dreamingofopppa, and I wanted to share it with y’all thirsty tumblr hoes  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

You took a deep breath as you stood in front of a door. You whispered encouraging words to yourself. You-a 21 year old woman who was confident and determined, was having a breakdown. What if you really couldn’t do it after all? Maybe you should just throw all those years of cosmetology down the drain and become a stripper?

“Snap out of it (Y/n)… it’s just a bunch of boys… you can do this.” You sighed and walked in the room. What you saw was a decent sized room, filled with clothe racks and chairs. There was a large counter and mirror space with tons of makeup.

“Oh! She’s here!” A very familiar feminine voice spoke loudly as she ran to you. A stylist with many years of experience hugged you tightly. “This is her! (Y/n), we’re happy to have you on the team!” She grabbed your hand and squeezed it.

You could help but laugh a bit. “Oh Chae it’s not that big of a deal…” you smiled at her. You knew her from cosmetic school. She was your teacher, and somehow years later she became your uncles wife.

“Are you crazy? Of course it’s a big deal!” She lead you towards the mirrors, and stopped you in front of a group of boys. THE group of boys to clarify. These are the boys you will be working with for the next long while. That is, if you don’t mess it all up and get fired because of your clumsy habits.

“Oh-geez…” you felt a little shy, and you looked at your feet. You hesitantly looked at the boys, smiling the sweetest smile you could manage. You could feel yourself turning red. You weren’t used to so much attention at once. All eyes were on you and you didn’t exactly feel comfortable.

One by one the boys introduced themselves. You knew who they were, but you weren’t super crazy about them. But in all honesty, they were all drop dead gorgeous. And in the least creepy way, you could wait to touch their faces.

Next came the introductions of the crew members. They all seemed like fairly decent people, and your biggest fear faded away-disapproval. You were so afraid of being an outcast reject.

“(Y/n), if you have any questions ask any of us ok?” Chae ruffled your beautiful hair, making you giggled and slap her hand away.

“Chae..!” You ran your fingers through your hair to fix it quickly.

“Ok everyone! We have a photo shoot in 2 hours, let’s get this party started!” Chae yelled out to encourage the other crew members. And the boys, well they were either sleeping, staring at you, or playing a game on their phone.

You tried not to let the staring bother you. You knew after a day or two of seeing you, you’d just become another one of their stylists. Nothing new, nothing special.

“(Y/n)? Why don’t you start with Jungkook.” Chae pointed to the maknae who was staring at you with big eyes and parted lips. Once you looked at him, he quickly looked away and tapped his foot on the ground, whistling which made it more awkward and suspicious.

You hesitantly walked towards the boy who was not much younger than you and stood in front of him. You smiled at him and held your hand out to him. “You don’t mind if I start with you, do you?” You held your other arm behind your back. You were super nervous but you were good about hiding it.

He looked at you like a lost puppy. An adorable one, at that. He shook his head and set his phone on the counter. “No, I don’t mind.” His voice was smooth, and very appealing to your ears. He grabbed your hand and hesitantly shook it. You made it firm, surprising him; but he was impressed nontheless. You turned your back towards him, setting your stuff on the counter.

Once you turned back towards him, he was looking up at the ceiling, and his cheeks were pink. You took in a deep breath and tried to figure out a position that wouldn’t be awkward for either of you. You stood by his side and gently put a hand on his warm cheek.

“Close your eyes for me.” You spoke gently. His eyes fell shut, and you worked your magic. You tried not to get too close so he wouldn’t hear your heart beat. You were surrounded by cute boys AND it was your first day on your dream job, it’s kind of a big deal.

You moved from his foundation, to his eyeliner, to his lips. It was nerve wrecking to you though. It was like you were about to touch a sacred place. You hesitantly dotted the lip tint wand over his bottom lip, and you felt like you were gonna have a heart attack. Your heart jumped when you blended it into his lip with your finger.

Finally your torturous work was over, and you made him sit up to look at himself in the mirror. “Did… I do ok?” You were nervous to ask. He looked at himself in the mirror then looked at you.

“It looks perfect, thank you Noona.” He said with a smile. You could tell he was just as awkward as you, which made you feel a little better. You sighed in relief and nervously laughed.

“Oh good. Ah, but, just call me (Y/n). Noona makes me feel old.” You said with a soft laugh. “Now stay sitting up, I’m gonna do your hair.” You ran your fingers through his hair that was amazingly soft. Halfway through his hairdo, you noticed he was playing a game on his phone. Piano tiles 2. It was one of your favorites. To make it less awkward between you two, you scoffed loud enough for him to hear you. “I can beat that score easily.” You said with a cute smile on your face.

He looked at you through the mirror and puckered his lips as he thought. “I’m just… warming up my thumbs. That’s all.” He cleared his throat before starting a new round. You scrunched your nose and giggled softly, continuing on his hair.

He stood up when you finished, and his height surprised you. He was tall. Not too much taller than you, but taller than you expected. You looked up to him and smiled. “Do you want me to change anything?” You asked while examining his facial expressions for the truth.

“No. You did a good job.” He smiled and held a hand up to you. You smiled back big and high-fived him.

“Good luck Jungkookie.” You said while waving to him as he walked out. This job might be more fun than you expected.

——–

“(Y/n)? Would you mind taking these to the storage room?” Chae stacked clothes in your arms.

“Sure no problem-oh…” you struggled as she continued to stack heavy clothing items. You’ve been working here for a week, and the most you’ve done is run errands and bring things back and forth between rooms.

“Thanks sweetie!” Chae yelled as she watched you walk out. You struggled to see past the massive pile of clothing. Sleeves from sweaters dangled down and nearly tripped you. You were getting irritated and huffy during the long journey to the storage room.

You couldn’t see what was in front of you, and ran into a couple walls, as well as a couple people that you felt apologetic toward. “Where…” you looked to your side, and boom! Crashed into another wall! You fell back onto your butt and gripped onto the clothes tighter.You closed your eyes tightly and held your breath in hope to lessen the pain in your bum. “Owwyyy…” you whined softly. 

You were planning on sitting there for a little bit to process your life choices, but strong arms hooked under your arms and lifted you up. You squeaked softly in surprise and let the clothes drop to the floor.Standing on your feet once more, you tilted your head back to see who it was that was kind enough to help you. It was the cute Maknae whom you’ve grown quite fond of.

“O-oh, Jungkookie.” You turned around to face him quickly, but that awful luck of yours did you no justice. You stepped on a jacket sleeve and slipped. “Woah~!” You closed your eyes tightly once more, but when you fell it was gentle. You opened your eyes to see a very brave Jungkook hugging your body. He took the harsh end of the landing.

When you processed what had happened, you quickly sat up with a gasp of realization. You reached towards Jungkook and helped him sit up. He made a groaning sound, indicating he was in pain.

“Oh my gosh Jungkook I’m so sorry are you ok?” You asked in a worried tone. He hissed when you grabbed his shoulder, and you immediately jerked your hand back. “Oh no…” you felt so guilty.

“I’m ok.” He said with a gentle smile. The look in his eyes though, said otherwise. You shook your head no and sighed.

“Gosh I’m such a clumsy idiot.” You said with a heavy sigh and hit yourself in the head gently. You stood up and gently helped him stand. “Come on,” you grabbed the hand on his opposite arm and dragged him towards the dressing room.

“What about the clothes?” Jungkook asked while gently squeezing your hand.

“Those can wait. Your health is more important.” You said in a panicked tone. If you injured him it could ruin his career, and it would DEFINITELY ruin yours!

You opened the door to the dressing room, and everyone was gone. It was everyone’s lunch break, but you didn’t mind missing out. You sat Jungkook in the chair and sighed softly.

“Stay here.” You turned to your navy blue duffel bag and dug through it. It was a never ending mess of things, and it irritated you how you could never find stuff. “Ah here.” You pulled a a little slip out of a packet.

“What is that?” Jungkook asked curiously as he watched you closely.

“They’re patches that will help you stop hurting. Smell.” You stuck it by his nose and he hesitantly smelled it while staring in your eyes. “Smells good right?” You smiled and peeled off the paper from the sticky part. “Take… uh…” you blushed softly. “Take your jacket off.” You chewed on your lip nervously.When he started to take his jacket off, you closed your innocent eyes tightly, making him inaudibly chuckle. 

“I’m done.” He said as a cue for you to open your eyes. You hesitantly opened one eye, then opened the other when you confirmed it was safe.You reached towards his shoulder and slowly slid his sleeve down, the smirk on his face making your blush intensify. 

“Oh…” your heart dropped when you saw a large bruise forming on his shoulder. “I’m so sorry Jungkookie…” you gently put the patch over his bruise and looked in his eyes. He tried to act all tough and mighty but you could see he was in pain.You sat down in a chair next to him and fixed his sleeve. He watched your hands carefully, then examined your face. 

“Noona, don’t look so sad.” You tapped his knee quickly and huffed.

“Don’t call me that!” You puffed your cheeks up, giving attitude to show your hatred towards that title. He laughed softly and shook his head.

“You’re right, you kinda act like a kid. You sure you’re older than me?” He teased you, finding the joy in watching you squirm and blush. You playfully slapped his arm, then realized it was a bad decision when he hissed in pain.

“Oh! I’m sorry!” You stood up and bowed to him, your heart racing from the amount of panic you’ve been facing. He just chuckled at you again.

“I’m a tough guy. It’ll be fine.” He said in a reassuring, gentle tone. He started to bring his hand up, but he hesitated. Then suddenly, his hand landed on top of your head, and he moved it back and forth to ruffle your hair.

“Ah-Jungkook!” You stood up and fixed your hair with a pouty face. He laughed at you, putting a hand on his stomach and tipping his head back. It was kind of relieving to watch him laugh in front of you. One, it was the cutest thing on this planet; and two, it meant he was more comfortable around you. Maybe all the embarrassing yourself for him and making jokes was paying off.

“(Y/n).” He corrected himself and looked in your eyes, keeping a killer smile on his face. “Thank you.” He said sincerely, making your heart skip a beat.

“You’re… you’re welcome.” You smiled sweetly and looked down at your toes as you fidgeted a little. You’re being pulled in by this handsome boy, whom you aren’t allowed to have a relationship with. Life. Is. Great.

——–

After a month on the job, you were comfortable. You felt like you really fit in with everyone. The boys treated you like family, and the crew members were so nice towards you. But there was one problem. What was it? The maknae was slowly drifting away from you. A week ago he was really reluctant about you doing his makeup. He wouldn’t let you look at him up close!

Yesterday he went to the bathroom and waited to come back when you were busy doing Yoongi’s makeup. He had someone else do his makeup, and he didn’t seem to be awkward about it at all. You tried not to let it bother you. It’s just work… it’s just work…

Today, you got there early. You set up your station before everyone else and decided to sleep a little on a chair. You were woken up but a makeup brush tickling your face. You twitched your nose and whined as you opened your eyes. “Chae…” you grumbled and sat up straight.

“Rise and shine, the boys will be here any second!” She laughed and ruffled your hair-a daily routine for her. You huffed and fixed your hair before standing up. You stood there and watched as the boys come in. Taehyung, Hoseok, Seokjin, Jimin, Yoongi, Namjoon… Jungkook?? You looked around the room once, then back at the door.

“Where… where is Jungkook?” You asked yourself and chewed on your lip. You waited a few minutes, hoping for him to walk through that door. But of course, no Jungkook was to be seen. You worked on Yoongi’s makeup and hair, and then things got chaotic. “Ah! Namjoon don’t touch that! That’s expensive!” You quickly grabbed a makeup palette from his hand and sighed in relief. Over time you came to realize he was truly a destruction monster. But, he was very funny and a great conversationist. Not to mention, he was very handsome. “Taehyungie! That’s hot be careful!”

You grabbed a straightening iron from Taehyung’s hand so he wouldn’t burn himself. And unfortunately for you, you gave up your beautiful skin for his. You grabbed the hot end and set it down, trying not to make a scene. You hissed softly and looked at your poor hand, knowing there’d be a definite scar.

“(Y/n)! Are you ok?” Taehyung was worried, being the only one to witness it.

“Yeah, I’m ok Tae.” You closed your fist so he couldn’t see the burn.

“10 minutes! Get your butts out there boys!” Chae yelled, and immediately they ran out. Taehyung bowed to apologize to you before quickly leaving. You sighed heavily and looked at your hand. “(Y/n)? Where’s Jungkook?” Chae asked you. You shrugged in response.

“I’ll wait in here in case he comes.” You said, hiding your hand behind your back.

“Alright… if he shows up call me.” She held up a threatening flip flop before walking out. You sighed softly and looked through your bag, pulling out a wrap and ointment. You carried it around since you often burned yourself. But this burn was a little worse than usual.You finished wrapping your hand and sat there, staring at the floor. You tapped your feet impatiently, and when you heard the door you stood up quickly. 

“Jungkook!” You sighed softly out of relief and irritation. “Where have you been?!” You scolded him as he walked towards his usual chair. He sat down and hesitantly spoke.

“Can… can Jihyun do my makeup..?” He asked quietly while looking at the floor. It hurt your feelings honestly, but you didn’t care at the moment.

“There’s no time! I’ll be quick. I promise.” You grabbed your foundation brush and stood in front of him, eyebrows furrowed. “Look I’m sorry you don’t like me for whatever reason but there’s no time.” You spat out what was on your mind and reached towards his face. He looked down and covered the side of his face with his hand.

You were shocked at his action. You were kind of getting pissed off. You grabbed his hand and moved it. He sighed in irritation and looked to the side, showing off his imperfect skin. Your eyes softened when you realized he wasn’t hiding from you because he hated you. His eyes showed fear and embarrassment.

“Jungkookie… are you embarrassed about your acne?” You asked with a soft expression. He just shrugged a bit and turn his head down again. You sighed softly and lifted his head, smiling. “It’s totally normal… and personally, I think it’s attractive.” You said flat out. Maybe you were a little too blunt, but it had to be said. He couldn’t just go around thinking it was an ugly thing that should be hidden.“Is this why you’ve been ignoring me?” You asked and look at him with sad eyes. 

Jungkook just chuckled softly in response and looked in your eyes. Your heart stopped, and your cheeks turned red. You stuttered a bit and dropped your makeup brush.

“Oh gosh.” You got on your knees in front of him to pick it up. Before you could pick it up, Jungkook grabbed your hand, making you hiss in pain. “Owowow…” you bit your lip and watched him.

“What happened?” He examined your wrapped hand. You pursed your lip and looked down, embarrassed.

“I saved your dumb friend from burning himself.” You said grumpily. You had nothing against Taehyung. In fact, you adored him. But the way you said it made it sound less dumb on your side, and more dumb on his side; therefore, less embarrassment for you.

Jungkook sighed softly and kissed your palm suddenly, making you tense up. You fell on your butt, your face red with shock and embarrassment.

“Jungkook..!” You held your hand to your chest. He just chuckled at your reaction and grabbed your arms. He pulled you up on your feet, then grabbed the back of your thigh. He pulled your leg forward, forcing you to sit on his lap.

You thought your heart was going to explode. You didn’t know how to react. You kinda just, had to let it happen. Jungkook kept his strong grip on your thigh and used his other hand to grab your jaw. You placed your hands on his shoulders, mentally unprepared for whatever he had planned. He looked in your eyes, and you admired how handsome he was.

“There’s a rule… no dating between the idol and the stylists…” Jungkook said quietly as he traced his finger along your jawline, and down your neck slowly and gently. “But I think… that rule is complete bullshit.” He said flat out, kissing you right after.

You couldn’t help it. You kissed back and regretfully, you enjoyed it. You knew you were falling for him from the start but you also knew it was unacceptable. You pulled away and tried standing.

“Jungkook we can’t do this.” Your breath was shaky. Jungkook tightened his grip and looked at you with a serious expression. Fuck he was so handsome. You shyly looked down and played with the hem of his shirt. You whined and rested your head in his shoulder. “I hate this stupid rule.” You said in a whiny tone. Jungkook wrapped his arms around you and kissed the top of your head.

“Let’s break some rules.” He said in a quiet voice. You thought about what he said. It was dangerous-very risky. You sighed and sat up again.

“Promise me you won’t ignore me again. You can’t hide from me.” You gripped at his shirt. He smiled and nodded.

“Deal.” He chuckled softly and looked in your eyes.

“Then… then I guess I’ll allow it…” you shrugged and puffed your bottom lip out, avoiding eye contact. You gasped softly. “Oh my gosh, I have to get you ready.” You stood quickly and got all your makeup sorted out. Jungkook watched you while biting his lip to try and stop himself from smiling.

“(Y/n)… can I call you baby?” He asked, suddenly making you choke. You looked at him, opening your thing of foundation.“Wha..? I… uhm…” you looked down and concentrated on makeup. You stepped towards him and he closed his eyes, letting you put makeup on him. “You can if you make sure you don’t let it slip around the others.” You answered him with a growing smile.

“Ok baby…” he replied with the cutest bunny smile. You felt all flustered and giggly. You worked on his makeup and tickled his nose with the makeup brush a couple times, just to hear him laugh.

“Oh my gosh you’re so late. Hurry and go out there.” You finished up with his hair. “I’ll make up an excuse for you. So hurry.” You started think if stories to come up with.

“Kiss.” He stood up and faced you.

“Huh?” You looked at him with big eyes.

“I want a good luck kiss.” He said nonchalantly. He leaned down to your height and closed his eyes, puckering his lips. You looked at his lips, then his eyes, and back to his lips. You quickly pecked his lips, not entirely used to the romantic atmosphere. He smirked and pinched your cheek gently. “Amateur,” he teased before kissing you again, longer and deeper this time. He pulled away and ran out to their meet-up place.

Immediately he was scolded, but you, being the hero that you were, came out with a story to protect him. “He got sick and he was throwing up. He already doesn’t feel that great, so please don’t lecture him.” You lied flawlessly, making the director sigh in defeat.

“Let’s go boys…” he grumbled and walked ahead of them to the door. Jungkook winked at you with a gentle smile and mouthed the words, ‘thank you.’ You just nodded and smiled in response, and waved bye to him.You stood there and replayed the recent events in your mind over and over again. Each time, you felt more lightheaded and giggly. You couldn’t believe the guy who snatched you from the start was actually yours now.

——–

Laughter erupted from your throat for the millionth time tonight. When you started working with Bangtan, you slowly began to watch their older videos and stuff to learn more about them and what they do. And tonight you were watching their Gayo episodes. Jungkook was just so cute and funny, you couldn’t help but squeal.

Eventually you started to get bored. You wanted to actually see him in person. You got needy. You wanted his attention; his love, his touch, and his sweet kisses.

You laid on your bed on your stomach and picked up your phone. “Jungkookie…” you groaned softly and set your phone down when you saw you didn’t have any messages from him. You’ve been together for 2 months now, and there have been times where you were nearly discovered. You knew there were suspicions so you really tried to keep it on the down low.

A few seconds of overthinking go by, and you hear tapping on your window. Odd, considering this is the second floor… you walked to the window and opened your curtains, expecting maybe just a stupid bug or a tree branch scraping against your window. You gasped when you saw Jungkook standing on your balcony.

“Jungkook..!? What are you..?” You quickly opened the window. “Are you crazy?! It’s pouring out there!” You pulled him inside and wiped water off his face with your hands. “You’ll catch a cold.” You were genuinely worried. He chuckled softly and grabbed your waist, pulling you into a kiss. You were surprised by his action-this whole event nonetheless-and pulled away. “Jungkook..!” You covered your mouth.

“Shhh you nag too much…” he cupped your cheeks gently. His soft eyes grew wider as he stared at you. “I’ve never seen you without makeup before…” he said in a way that made you self conscious. “You’re beautiful…” he added, and gently swept his thumbs over your cheeks. He chuckled softly, “and you have freckles…” he smiled a cute bunny smile, making you feel embarrassed. You brought your hands over your face, but they were immediately moved. “Remember what you said to me?” He smiled. “I think it’s attractive.” He mocked you and scrunched his nose as he smiled.You laughed softly and playfully slapped his chest. 

“Shut up you…” you grabbed his hands and brought him over to your desk chair. “Stay there.” You walked to your bathroom, searching for a clean towel. You came back with a hot pink towel and giggled. “Sorry, pink is all I got.” You stood in front of him and threw the towel over his head. Immediately you started rubbing it over his head to soak up water from his hair.

He started to laugh as you dried his hair off, closing his eyes. He relaxed and let you nag him, listening closely to the things you were saying.“If you get sick I’ll have to make an excuse for you. I’ll have to make time to sneak in a visit to take care of you, and by doing that I’m risking a lot.” You lectured and got on your knees in front of him. 

“That means I’d have to feed you, give you medicine, watch you while you sleep…” you sighed and glared at him.

“That sounds pretty nice, actually.” He snickered. You stuck your tongue out at him and used the towel to dry his face.

“Did you bring extra clothes in there?” You pointed to his bag.

“Yeah… but I won’t be needing them.” He said as he grabbed the towel and threw it across the room.

“Huh?” You were startled and a little flustered. He was giving you the sexiest stare, and you wanted to pounce. You bit your lip and stood up. “Uhm, I’ll go make you some tea,” you turned around, but your wrist was grabbed, and you were-against your will-turned back towards the boy that was subtly turning you on.

“I told the guys that I was going to an old friend’s house and spending the night.” He put a hand on your blushing cheek and put his other hand on your butt without permission.

“Spending the-?! Jungkook if they find out we’re screwed.” You were worried about how they’d punish him, and about how you’d lose your job without a second thought. How would you see Jungkook then?!

“I know… but I want to make you feel good.” He said, making your heart jump. “I don’t want our relationship to seem… fake and boring. I want it to be fun and exciting. I want you to feel loved.” He sounded so perfect as he spoke. It made the soft spot in your heart take over your brain. He backed you up to your bed and pinned you to it with your arms above your head. You gasped and looked up at him with big eyes.

You looked back and forth between his eyes, searching for the truth. And surely enough, you only found sincerity. You slipped your hands out from under his and wrapped your arms around his neck. You smiled and pulled him closer. 

“You’re right Jungkook…” you kissed him lovingly.He chuckled against your lips and slowly kissed back. He tensed up when he felt your hand undoing his belt. He’s never been in this type of situation, even though he had a cocky attitude towards it.

You took his belt and tossed it to the side, never breaking the kiss. He moved his hand towards your thigh, squeezing the thicker part of it. You moaned quietly against his lips, and it was an instant confidence booster. He hooked his finger in the waistband on your shorts, slowly pulling them down as he started to trail his kisses down your neck.

You lifted your hips a bit to help him, and kicked them off. You didn’t care where your clothes went you just cared that they were off. You tugged on his shirt and breathily said, “take it off.” He smirked against your skin and sat up. He looked in your eyes, taking his shirt off and showing off his glorious muscles.

“Holy…” you felt your cheeks flush. You reached and touched his abs. You looked down at your own tummy and pinched the little bit of chub, feeling self conscious now. Jungkook chuckled and grabbed your hands, intertwining your fingers before pinning them to the bed again.

“Like what you see?” He asked with an unbelievably sexy, sinful smirk on his gorgeous face. You were in such a trance, you could only nod in response. He chuckled once again and moved his hands from yours, down to your butt. He squeezed, earning a very rewarding moan from you.

Jungkook groaned and pursed his lips, leaning his head back and breathing in deeply. He felt his pants getting tighter, and he moved his hands to unbutton his pants. He stuck his tongue out of his mouth, adding to the hot atmosphere. You felt like you were melting under him.

You thought your heart was gonna beat out of your chest, you’ve never felt so alive before. You sat up and looked in his eyes as you unzipped his pants for him. He breathed out shakily and ran a hand through your hair. You pulled down his pants, and pushed him so he was on his back on the bed. You sat on his lap and he propped himself up on his elbows.

You stared him dead in the eyes as you started to unbutton your silky blouse. His lips parted and his eyes followed your hands. With each button gone he could feel himself growing harder.

The black laced thong and matching bra caught him in a trance. “You’re fucking breathtaking.” He said breathily. He sat up and slid your shirt off your shoulders, throwing it across the room. His hands made their way behind you and unclipped your bra. He carelessly tossed it behind him and cupped his hands around your boobs.

You grabbed the back of his neck and kissed him deeply, grinding your hips against his once and earning the sexiest moan in existence. You suddenly felt a rough hand grabbing your hip, and another hand trailing down your stomach and into your panties. You gasped softly against his lips when you felt his finger press against your clit.

“Wet for me already baby..?” He teasingly whispered against your lips while rubbing your clit in slow circles. You breathed out and bit your lip, resting your forehead against his. You gripped his hair with one hand and used the other hand to pleasure him. You cupped his bulge and palmed him gently, through his boxers. “(Y-Y/n)…” his breath hitched. He was surprised by your action but fuck did he enjoy it.

“Jungkook oh God…” you moaned out and tugged on his hair. He growled and flipped you over so he was on top once again. He pulled your thong off and tossed it behind him. You hooked your big toes in the waist band on his boxers, gripping onto his biceps as you pulled them down.

He was staring hungrily into your eyes, and it gave you a tingly feeling. When his body moved forward you quickly tightened your grip on his arm, mentally panicking. He dipped down to kiss you again, and the magical kiss took your mind off your fear. You slowly but surely move your hands up his arms then wrap them around his neck.

His hands started at your knees and trailed down, teasingly tapping his fingers to mess with you. Suddenly he pushed your legs into an M shape, squeezing the thick of your thigh. You let a moan slip, being turned on further by his mysterious movements.

Your breath hitched when you felt a length filling you. You gently bit his bottom lip and tugged with your teeth, trying to distract yourself from the pain.

“J-Jungkook.” You strained a moan and hit his chest gently. “You’re too big.” You breathed heavily and covered your face. His hands grabbed your and pinned them to your side.

“Don’t cover your beautiful face.” He whispered sexily and kissed along your jawline. “Baby I’ll make you feel good, I promise.” He moved his hands to your hips and rubbed slow circles. You instantly brought your hands up to his cheeks, slowly running your nails along his jawline and neck-something that made him totally weak.

He groaned hotly and kissed you again deeply, nudging his hips forward to test drive you. You let out a moan that drove him crazy, and his hips started to move at a slow pace.

You rolled your hips against his, urging him to go faster. It was a euphoric and dangerous feeling, and it was intensely addictive. You craved him, you craved more, and you let yourself express that. You rested your nails against his side and slowly dragged them down, arching your back and curling your toes.

“Oh God (Y/n)…” he breathily moaned and bucked his hips against yours as you hit his sweet spot. You loved his reaction, you loved how you were making him feel. “Ahh..~” he let out a satisfied breathy moan, closing his eyes and licking his lips seductively.

You’ve never felt so needy but he gave you exactly what it was you needed. The connection your hips made created sparks each time and it added to the love. The smell of sex and desire filled the surrounding air, with his cologne engulfing you in a paradise.

The bed began to creek and it excited you more. “Baby~” you moaned out and tugged on his hair with both hands. “The neighbors will complain.” You wrapped your legs around his waist, hooking your ankles together.

“I don’t give a fuck.” He sexily growled and kissed your collarbone, roughly sucking at your sensitive skin. His uncontrollable hands kept a tight hold on your butt, sure to leave marks. His kisses trailed down towards your breasts, and soon his relentless mouth was sucking on your sensitive nub.

“Holy hell~” you tilted your head back and let out a slutty moan to drive him crazy. He moved one of his hands, and grabbed one of yours from out of his hair. He intertwined your fingers, then pinned it to the bed roughly.

“What’s my name?” He used his other hand to grab your jaw and lead your gaze to him. You moaned and looked in his eyes, something your body couldn’t handle in this situation.

“Jungkook..!” you moaned and closed your eyes, squeezing his other hand tightly.

“That’s right baby girl.” He let go of your jaw and grabbed onto your butt once again, an obsession of his. His thrust got faster and faster as your orgasm built up, and with each second you tightened your grip on the white sheets.

“Jung-Jungkookjungkook-Jungkook~” you squealed and sighed loudly with pleasure. “I’m gonna… I’m gonna cum J-Jungkook.” You reached up behind you and tugged on your pillows. “Mm~!” You turned your head and chewed on your lip, closing your eyes tightly.

“Ah… ah (Y/n)….” he panted hard and moaned louder. He pulled your hips back against his own with every thrust, hitting your g-spot. Your climax hit you at full force, making a slutty moan escape from deep within you. Jungkook almost immediately pulled out.

He kissed you as he used his sweaty palm to get himself off. You kissed back weakly, attempting to help him with whatever strength you had left. You felt warm liquid on your stomach and blushed a bit.

“Kookie I just took a shower…” you whined and gently played with his hair. He breathily chuckled and cupped your face, giving you soft eyes. You looked back and forth between his eyes, smiling.

“(Y/n)… I love you. And I won’t let the company take you away.” He said honesty and pinched you’re cheeks to make you giggle, and be was successful as always.“I love you too Jungkook.” You sat up and hugged him tight. “Don’t say that unless you can promise me that though…” you pouted. He shook his head and rubbed your back.

“I promise (Y/n). There is nothing that will tear us apart.” He assured you. “Now…” he started with a soft chuckle, “let’s go take a shower."