pee yourself

anonymous asked:

What if Akira's S/O is being really annoying in the middle of the night because they drank too much coffee and the poor boy wants to sleep❤️

S/O had stayed the night at Akira’s, they had planned this a little bit ahead of time. However, there was a slight surprise. S/O drank a lot of the coffee, Akira looked over at them, tossing and turning constantly. He made a mistake giving them so much coffee even when they kept asking for some more. He should’ve cut them off after the 3rd cup. “Akiiiira-kuuuun! I have to peeeeeee” they whined loudly, squirming besides him. “H-Hey, you can’t pee by yourself..? It’s really late.. “ he yawned, turning to them. The look on their face was something he couldn’t really deny, they looked really cute when they were begging while on the verge of tears. He sighed softly, getting out of bed and taking their hand, leading them to the bathroom. After they finished using the bathroom, they both got back into bed, but S/O couldn’t go to sleep at all. He turned to them, he gave them a slightly strained smile, “How about I read you something for bed so you can finally go to bed. How does that sound my love?” he asked, gently stroking their hair. They nodded, their mannerisms becoming like a little child. He smiled and nodded, going to his bookshelf. He picked up a rather large book, a storybook perhaps. He slid back into bed, lying next to them, opening up the book to a random story. “Are you ready?” he asked softly, feeling them nod against his chest. He began reading the story he had randomly chosen. Slowly he felt their fast and excited breathing turn into soft and slightly melodic breathing. He actually felt really relieved that they started falling asleep, he continued to read, finally feeling their body turn into a slight bag of rocks. He would finally be able to go to sleep, and he had never been so relieved in his life to go to sleep, not even coming back from the Metaverse could compare to how good this made him feel. He made a mental reminder to himself to never give them coffee ever again. He slowly closed his eyes, they felt heavier than normal. I suppose this is what happens when your S/O gets as hyper as a three year old.. As his lids actually shut, his phone went off. Why this, W H Y. He checked his phone, always Mishima texting him. He responded to whatever text he got, telling him that he would see what his schedule would look like tomorrow before he committed to it. He closed his eyes again, his arms wrapped tightly around them. He kissed their hair, “I love you..Please stay asleep though.” he murmured into their hair softly.


Bucky Barnes Series
-Your attraction to the brooding Winter Soldier is instant, but when you overhear him talking badly about your appearance those feelings of desire quickly turn to hate.

Part Two

Part Three

Part 1

The hall was large and full of bustling bodies going about their business, the formalities of greetings and pleasantries not helping to ease the slightly terse atmosphere.

You’d been personally invited to the loosely titled “get together” by Nic Fury, a move that hinted towards a promotion, but you wouldn’t let your mind linger on that thought. Your heels clacked as you walked, an echo of the countless other heels as you made your way towards your friend, and colleague Natasha.

She kissed your cheek in greeting, a hand finding your upper arm as she eyed you up. “So I see you went with the silk number.” She hummed, titling her chin. You winked at her flirtatiousness and nodded. “Just for you, Nat.” She smirked at this and you both laughed, falling into your old pattern and criticising the trivialities of events such as these. She found great pleasure though in the prospect of your promotion and you couldn’t help but narrow your eyes slightly at the devious expression that took over her face once you’d mentioned it.

“What is it?” You probed, gnawing on your bottom lip. Natasha had a bad habit of meddling, especially in matters that didn’t concern her.

“Nothing.” She cooed, taking your hand and leading you through the crowd. “Now let’s go introduce you to some people.” With an uneasy temperament you acquiesced and allowed her to tug you through the sea of people all clad in their expensive clothes, and over to a group of rowdy men and women that all cheered when they saw Nat’s oncoming curvaceous figure.

“This is Y/N.” Nat introduced you, after greeting the group herself. You smiled widely at the small gathering and earned a chorus of hello’s and hi there’s as you stood there, albeit rather awkwardly. Making your way through the people who turned out to be Nat’s teammates, she introduced to you each one in turn. Stark, who you knew from previous SHIELD missions anyway, was as flirtatious and sarcastic as ever, rivalled only by the silver haired Pietro who was joined at the hip with his kind-faced twin sister. You felt a connection between the two of you and when she asked for your contact number you could sense the oncoming growth of a blossoming friendship.

“Y/N this is-”

“Well hello there.” Nat was interrupted by a dark skinned, grinning man who introduced himself as “Sam. Sam Wilson.” But you were allowed to call him Falcon. The waft of alcohol that hit your face as he spoke made you cringe but you laughed at his attempts to flirt, introducing yourself and playing along until Nat grew tired and pushed him away.

“This is Steve.” Nat declared, as if you wouldn’t know Captain America when you saw him. You’d been in Russia for the last three years, not Mars. Smiling politely, you reached out your hand for him to shake and told him your name.

The sandy haired man raised his brows as he smiled. “Pretty name for a pretty girl.” You blushed at this and Nat chuckled, you laughed along and found his tainted cheeks and scrunched up face adorable.

“That was awful wasn’t it?” He cringed outwardly, pinching the bridge of his nose as he turned away. “Don’t blame you for trying!” Nat called at his retreating figure.

You were smiling widely now, the group had been extremely kind and welcoming towards you, perhaps Nat had told them about your last mission. Regardless, you enjoyed their friendliness- and the flirting wasn’t bad either. With a little sashay in your hips, Nat brought you over to the bar as she chewed on her bottom lip.

“I’m just going to go find someone, I’ll be right back.” She told you, her hand cupping your waist and then loosening as she walked off. Allowing your eyes to wander as you waited for the bartender to notice you, you couldn’t help but be drawn once more to the bulking figure of Mr Steve Rogers. His attempts at flirting weren’t lost on you and you blushed again at the memory of his flustered complexion. “Uh, Jack and Coke please.” You ordered quickly, the bartenders impatient brow prompting a speedy payment.

Sipping on your not-so-fancy drink and sitting on a bar stool, you found your eyes lingering on his figure once more. He was talking to someone and the muscles in his shoulders contracted beneath the blazer he wore as he laughed, it was as he stepped to the side you saw who it was he was talking to.

And boy did you stare. His eyes caught you off guard for a moment and you looked away, stealing glances at him that felt all too perverse. How could eyes be so blue? Hair look so soft? He was beautiful and the attraction you felt towards him was instantaneous, and he hadn’t even noticed you. You groaned inwardly, throwing back the last of your drink for confidence as you hopped off the stool.

With a confidence supplied by the alcohol now being pumped through your bloodstream, you sauntered past Steve, making sure to be in his view as you provided him with a view to be remembered. The feeling of more than one set of eyes on you proclaimed a job well done and you retired in the girls bathroom to compose yourself. Annoyingly, all the stalls in the ladies room were occupied and you were on the verge of peeing yourself, so after a few stolen glances and cautional yelps you barged into the boys toilets and locked yourself in a cubicle, almost sighing out loud as you relieved yourself.

The sound of feet entering the bathroom made you jump and you quickly hoisted your dress and feet up so you wouldn’t be caught trespassing.

“She looks amazing tonight.” One voice groaned, earning a few chuckles in assent.

“And her friend too.. oh my god did you see that ass? I almost died, I actually almost died.” A round of laughter filled the toilet as the banter between the men continued.

“I swear,” the same deep voice continued. “All of Nat’s friends are hot. It’s like a requirement of hers.”

“That must be why you two aren’t friends.” One guy retorted, a thumping sound suggesting a blow to the back had been delivered.

“She’s not that hot.” A new voice said, earning a few laughs. “No I’m serious, she’s passable but she’s not anything special. Nat’s friend, I mean.”

“Oh and you’re something special are you, Buck?” A familiar voice teased, with an edge of annoyance to it.

“Special enough to make her want me.” The same voice replied. The sound of zippers being pulled up was followed by the gushing of taps that could barely mask the sound of your blood boiling. There was no possible way he wasn’t talking about you.

“Two bucks says I can get her to go home with me tonight.”

“Buck that’s not funny, she’s a nice girl I think you’ve had a few too many tonight. Do you want me to call you a cab?”

“Yeah man that’s cold.”

The voices all blurred into one as you blinked back angry tears. What a pig. You didn’t know who this man was and you weren’t going to risk peeking through the stall and making a sound, so you stayed put even long after the gaggle of men had left and allowed yourself time to regain your composure.

“I won’t let this ruin my night.” You whispered, massaging your temple as you urged the caving sensation in your chest to leave you. “I deserve a good night.” You reminded yourself, straightening up, reapplying and correcting your makeup and dress as you slipped out, the mask of confidence back on. But you were determined to find that man, and you were going to destroy him.

“There you are!” Natasha called after three minutes of meandering, she had two drinks in her hands, passing one to you. It smelled fruity and her smile was even sweeter. After a moment you realised there was a man with her, the blue-eyed man from before. You bit the inside of your cheek and held back a blush, keeping your eyes low and your face blank.

“Y/N, this is Bucky.” She drawled out, “The guy I was looking for. I feel like you two will get along great you have a lot in common I think you’ll find.” But you weren’t listening to watch she was saying, oh no. All you could see was red. Because this was “Buck.” The misogynistic piece of crap that called you “passable”, that rated your worth at two dollars- and there he was- stood there smiling at you sleazily. Your jaw clenched in anger and you breathed in heavily through your nose to calm yourself.

“I’ll just leave you two to it.” Nat smirked. Good idea, you mentally assented. The less witnesses, the better.


Part Two

Part Three

signs + dating them

Pros: the chemistry is insane. you will feel mentally and physically attracted to them.
Cons: they are really hard on themselves and might shut you out. can sometimes be a little too intense.

Pros: they can cook or at least make mac and cheese. love cuddling and are super loyal.
Cons: can have a hard time opening up and it might seem personal. they might be annoyingly lazy at times.

Pros: romantics and will always put your feelings and needs first. adorable little geeks super smart.
Cons: can over think things and might get upset for wrong reasons. might make you feel intellectually inferior.

Pros: someone that you can really trust. will be really good with commitments and treat you right.
Cons: will never tell you what’s wrong bc they don’t like conflict. can get sometimes very defensive.

Pros: will have some of the best memories with them. never a dull moment and they’re super hot.
Cons: sometimes can get too wild and might not always be loyal. can hurt your feelings because not that sensitive.

 the sweetest person ever and will always consider your feelings. adorable yet mature and serious.
Cons: they will feel bad about themselves but take your reassurances with a grain of salt. can be overly sensitive.

Pros: really good kissers. can be really flirty and make you feel special.
Cons: sometimes their outgoing nature can leave you in the dust. playful teasing could get annoying.

someone you can always trust and have understand you. really intense sexually and emotionally
Cons: can sometimes be too intense or serious and fill the room with bad vibes. can shut down.

 a little goofball. you will always have fun with them and they love connecting mentally.
Cons: will never really commit or like to be super serious. can give mixed signals or be really immature.

Pros: will make you feel special. someone who will always be loyal and trustworthy.
Cons: very very controlling. can be manipulative with or without knowing.

Pros: they’re always up to try new things. will never make you feel uncomfortable.
Cons: sometimes they can’t be the big person in situations and it can lead to problems. can be a little too aggressive.

you will pee yourself laughing with them. they will be your best friend.
Cons: they will close up without telling you why. miscommunication can turn into a problem.

There’s Nothing Holding Us Back (Part. 1/?) | Jeff Atkins

Originally posted by a-lovesweet

Pairing : Jeff Atkins x Reader

Words : 1532

A/N: This is my first imagine ever so please be gentle, i’m french so excuse me if i made some mistakes i tried my best :) I decided to pick Jeff because i clearly had a crush on him since the first time i saw him in 13RW and we all agree HE DESERVED BETTER. I will try to write other imagine about him and the rest of the cast so send me some requests if you want. And for this one, there will be probably 4 parts I guess :)

Enjoy and spread love

- Mathilde :) xx

You’ve been watching every details of your reflection in the mirror since ten minutes, just to find something that you could change. Something you could improve. If your shirt was good enough, even though it probably is the seventh that you tried. You know Jeff will arrive in about thirty minutes but you didn’t even decided about what you will wear tonight. There are must be fifteen different outfits scattered in your room, proving your indecision.

“Whatever you’re wearing, he will like you.” You can’t help but jump when you hear your best friend’s voice, Clay. He’s leaning on the door, still wearing his favorite hoodie. You didn’t even hear the doorbell or Clay climbing the stairs because you were too focused on your flaws. You smile at him while he’s sitting on the edge of you bed, where luckily there weren’t any clothes. “I’m sorry, Clay. I didn’t notice you were here.” His lips stretch in a mocking smile. “That’s what I’ve seen.”

You let yourself fall beside him, completly desesperate. You known him since seven months but he has quickly become someone very important for you. It was him who’s been charged to show you the Liberty High the day you arrived. You just couldn’t be far from each other since that day. All of your afternoons spent together in the library allowed you two to found out common grounds. Especially Comics. Being a big fan of Marvel, particurlarly the Winter Soldier, you just couldn’t let him criticise Bucky Barnes - who clearly deserved better. And the bound become wider.

He can do something for you. He can help you with Jeff. He knows him, right ? Plus, Clay has been talking with him about Hannah. You were hoping that the baseball player could have told him what he likes in girls. “I just can’t make a choice. It’s like I can’t get dressed anymore.” He giggles at what you said and you let your head laid on his shoulder. A bra suddenly appears in front of your face and Clay shakes it. “You really want to get it on with him, huh ?” You try to push him on the floor than laugh with him. “Fuck off, Jensen.”

“I just can’t understand why you’re so scared about this date. He has seen you without makeup, all sweaty and with your awful morning face.” You stick out your tongue at him. He’s not wrong but he just can not understand. Even though all of your gym class didn’t scare Jeff, you still wanted to be the prettiest girl in his eyes. “Look Clay, boys can only wear a jean and they still appear to be handsome. But girls need to feel beautiful, desired by guys. Get it ?” 

“Yes, but…” He’s been shutted by the ringbell. Of course, it’s Hannah who goes into your room, smiling. “Hello, Y/N. Hi, Helmet.” You give her a smile while Clay was just blushing. He blushed even more when she sat next to him. He can make fun of your sexy underwear but his reaction everytime Hannah is around him is a lot more funny. The poor guy loses confidence and becomes all nervous. You really have to do something to help these lovebirds. “You both wanted to stress me even more, don’t you ?” 

“Helmet called me. And the situation is worst than I expected.” You turn to Clay who is smart enough to understand your question. “Your brother. He saw how much you seemed to be lost and since your parents aren’t home, he called me.” It’s as if you didn’t have anyone but Clay as a friend. Although, this is not totally false. But there are also Tony and Skye with whom you get on well.

And there’s Hannah. A new student like you with whom you created a true friendship since you helped each other in physics class. You tried to talk with other students like the famous groupe friends of Justin Foley but you didn’t appreciate the way they treated Hannah. So you prefered hang out with the “biggest ass” of the school instead of completly douchebags.

“What Jeff told you about your date ?” Clay is trying to reassure you making conversation with you while Hannah has her head in your closet. She really wants to help you. “Barely nothing.” you respond. She hands you a navy blue blouse that goes up to your neck, one of your favorite shirt. “Wear this one. It suits you well and I’m sure, he’ll fall for you.” Just before putting it on, you turn to Clay so that he looks somewhere else. Of course, he has seen you in swimsuit at Bryce’s parties — where you forced him to go with you — but it wasn’t the same thing as underwear. Hannah is helping you to zip up in the back and as she said, you looked pretty cute wearing this shirt.

Jeff has to pick you up at 7, you only have 8 minutes to finish preparing you — you still have to do your makeup and put on some perfume then pick out you shoes. “Don’t you have work tonight ?” You didn’t pay attention until now but they are helping you instead of working at Cresmont. “There are two new and young employees who wanted to prove they can handle the job.“ Perfect. They can see each other anywhere else than the Cresmont or the school. 

You know how to do your makeup so it only takes you 5 minutes to do it. Of course, even a date won’t separate you from your eternal pairs of Nike. All covered with little drawings from Clay, Hannah and even Jeff. There’s also a little smiley with cross eyes from Justin Foley — he made it at the first party you came at the start of the year. Your favorite one will always be the one from Tony, two little laurel leaving on each side of your shoes.* But above all, you take his letterman jacket that he gave you after one of his baseball games. From this moment, you’ve had a big sign above your head saying “Taken by Jeff Atkins. Don’t touch”. And you kind of liked that. Getting you rid of assholes like Monty de le Cruz. And you were considered being more than just a friend to him.

“What are you going to do after I go ?” You give Clay a chance to propose her to do something together. “Maybe watch a movie ?” You were praying that Clay make the first step but Jeff decided to distract you from your goal. He has the chance you like him a lot because you totally could ask him to come back later.

You froze in the middle of your room while it feels like your heart will come out of your chest. “Shit. I wasn’t ready. I’m not ready. I can’t…” Okay, you’re gonna pee on yourself in about two seconds. “Shut up, Y/N. Everything will be alright. Just take a breath and calm down.” Clay wasn’t the type of guy to swear. But you knew that when he does it, it was because something particularly affected him. He was the calm one between you two. “C'mon, Y/N. It’s not as if it was Sebastian Stan** who was here to pick you up. It’s just Jeff Atkins. But for fuck’s sake, it’s still Jeff Atkins.”

“Now, stand up and join your boy.” he pursued. You give them a quick hug. “Thank you, guys.” Just before you step out of the room, Hannah took your hand, looking deep in yours eyes. “Please. Do not miss this chance.” You smile at her, thinking of all the times she pushed you and Jeff to recognize your feelings. Jeff was having a chat with your brother about the next baseball game. They were in the same team and you were relieved to know that they get along well. Your brother knew how kind and gentle was Jeff so there was no problem with you two hanging out.

They stop their conversation as you make your way to them. He’s wearing a white t-shirt highlighting his suntanned skin. God, he’s beautiful. “You ready to go ?” You can’t help but feel a little hurt because he didn’t say anything. Even if you’re just wearing a shirt with a pair of pants and you had his jacket, you were still hoping he would say something. “Yep. We can go.” You give a kiss to your brother just before leaving and following Jeff to his car.

“I didn’t want to make you feel unconfortable by making this in front of your little brother and Clay and Hannah who were clearly spying us but…” He’s looking at you with his beautiful smile. His legendary smile that makes all the girls fall in love with him. He’s running his hand across your face to your lips, caressing it with his thumb. Then presses it while your heart is beating more and more.

“You’re absolutely gorgeous.” He kisses you a few millimeters next to your lips, just where his thumb was. Even though he didn’t kiss you, the contact of his lips on your cheek totally electrified your all body. Jeff then took your hand and didn’t let it go until you arrived. 

*so I was thinking about harry styles’ tattoo for this drawing.

**he’s the one who plays Bucky Barnes (The Winter Soldier) in Captain America.

power levels

fuck you < suck my dick < suck my balls < fuck yourself < suck my ass < eat my ass < suck my clit < shit yourself < pee your pants <<<<<< You.

Got7 Reaction To S/O being very shy

A/N: this was requested and it’s done late so my apologizes !! Credits to all rightful owners of gifs I use !!!!!


You and Jackson were out on a quick shopping date when he came across one of his idol friends, you didn’t know this person. You being very socially awkward you took a step back almost hiding behind Jackson as he talked to the stranger. Jackson thought it was the cutest thing ever and never pressured you to talk to anyone you didn’t feel comfortable talking to.

“You’re so cute when you get shy,” he would coo after 


Youngjae took you to meet his bandmates for the first time. You were  nervous and talking to new people wasn’t your strongest suit. When he introduced you to them you couldn’t help but stutter and blush a deep red as you talked to him. Youngjae would just observe you in your timid state. He’d hold you hand tight letting you know that it’s okay. 

“I’ve never seen you blush so much, you’re the color of a tomato.”


Mark decided that it was time for you to meet his family and being anxious and nervous was an understatement. The car drive there you felt your hands become sweaty and you felt actual sweat start to accumulate on your skin. Mark knew that you aren’t good at meeting new people so he soothed you by interlocking your hands and kiss them.

“It’s going to be okay baby, you’ll be fine”


Jb knows that you are a very shy person and that you can nearly pee yourself if you had to meet a new person. When he was approached by a stranger while you were with him, he could sense you slowly slip behind him shielding yourself from the person. At times Jb would find it cute that you are shy but would also like to see you overcome that obstacle. He’ll be there to help you become a more confident person with good social skills.

“You’re adorable when you hide behind me but I’m going to help you be more sociable”


Bambam would feel his ego boost when you hide behind him when he is talking to an unknown person. The idea that you need him there to protect you from engaging in an unwanted interaction with someone you don’t know is enlightening to him. Once you go behind him, he would smirk and grab your hand. 

“Don’t worry I’ll protect you,” he’d say smugly


Yugyeom could almost laugh when he saw you turn an adorable shade or red and run over your words while talking to his friend Jungkook. You never met Yugyeom’s friend but now that you are it seems as if every word that comes out of your mouth doesn’t make sense and to top it off you sound like a broken record player. Yugyeom would give you a quick kiss and whisper that it’s okay.

“My heart melts seeing you like this, you’re doing fine.”


Jinyoung took you to a cafe date since it’s been a while due to all of his busy schedules . Once you guys were seated and sipping on your luscious warm drinks a person came up to both of you. The stranger was one of Jinyoung’s friend who was an actor, he introduced himself to you and with your lack of skills you became getting hot and nervous as you introduced yourself to the person. Your boyfriend quickly came to your aid and wrapped  his arm around your shoulder, and pecked your lips. 

“It’s okay to be shy baby, I’ll be here to help”

How to prepare for motherhood

1. Stop sleeping for stretches longer than 20 minutes
2. Hold poop on your hands
3. Spend 40% of your income on diapers
4. Refer to yourself in third person
5. Draw on all your favorite things
6. Tell someone they need to pee
7. Punch yourself in the face, nipple, and kidney

anonymous asked:

Now that the ask box is open again, I want to ask if you do soulmate AU's? If so, could you write an AU that you have the first words your soulmate says to you printed on your wrist. And that the words Tsukishima has on his wrists is something really negative. How he would react when he would hear his soulmate say those words. (Is this understandable? I feel like this was really confusing)

A) Soulmate AU’s are the reason I’m alive
B) Get ready for insecure Tsukishima Kei because that’s how I write this nut + this fits so perfectly for my headcanons of him I’m bawling y’all

Golden, silky cursive down the muscle on his wrist. It would’ve been so beautiful, if not for the words they said.

“You’re a failure.”

Words appeared during puberty, the peak of your hormonal blossoming. They started out faded, barely noticeable, and as time progressed, they became bold, powerful, the center of every pubescent teens sad, hopeful life. The very moment the faded gold ink first began to bleed into him at thirteen years old, Tsukishima Kei already knew he was beyond fucked. At thirteen years old he was lost, Jean Louise Finch in “To Set A Watchman”, discovering the bitter, cold truth. At thirteen years old he wasn’t ready for love, the only love he ever had washed down in the drain along with any jubilance he had left. At thirteen years old with the constant reminder of absolute pessimism lingering on his wrist while other boys fawned over sweet subliminal messages of infatuation, Tsukishima Kei lost himself more.

At fourteen years old he ripped himself apart. The gold ink that bled into his pale, scar shaven skin was still prominent, becoming brighter each time the flesh was bruised. He tried, he really did, to make himself the image of perfection. Knowing that one day, the person who he was to be tied to for eternity would think of him as a failure was just another weight onto his already collapsing being. Yamaguchi hit puberty later than he did, he peaked right after the first semester of their third year of middle school, and as he began to grow, the turquoise tangent on his wrist grew too. “Don’t be upset, I could name one hundred things I admire about you” it read, and Kei couldn’t help but wonder how Yamaguchi managed to be so fatefully tied to a woman of wisdom while he was anchored to a pit of pessimism.

When he was fifteen years old, he couldn’t take it anymore. When high school came, the hype of soulmates did nothing but erupt even more. Outside of volleyball, the only thing his volleyball team ever seemed to talk about was soulmates. Beautiful, funny statements in soft purples and reds and blues, they were all so lively yet Kei couldn’t wonder how his statement out of all of them was colored bright gold. As the year went on he grew tired, the eerie message doing nothing but causing him grief. He couldn’t help but dread recalling midterms, when all that went through his mind when he was studying is the cute gold calligraphy of ‘failure’. Yamaguchi found his soulmate, a lively one from a rival school, a kind, wise hearted soul just like Yamaguchi always dreamed. His friends, or acquaintances, as he liked to put it, we’re falling in love and finding themselves left and right, and by the time spring arrived and every first year on the team found his soulmate, even standoffish Kageyama who couldn’t talk to a female for his life, he drew the conclusion that he might as well be alone forever. That thought was ridiculous though, he knew it. He still had well over seventy years of his life left, and six years left of education, so not finding his soulmate in his first year of highschool would definitely not render him lonely. Although, he felt like it. He felt alone, and it made him feel pathetic. It made him feel like a failure just like those bloody golden words on his wrist prophesied.

He drove himself to move away at nineteen. He hadn’t found anything in his eighteen years in Japan and he hoped, and prayed there would be something for him beyond the borders of the familiar. So, he set off for Cornell, an Ivy League college in America. It was risky, it really was, even if he was the top of his English class. They had a good multicultural scene over there, he was told, and for some reason, that just dragged him in further. His wanderlust grew and grew the more and more he looked around into the vast world in front of him and by the time he was already settled into Cornell, he just wanted to pack his bags and travel somewhere else again. He couldn’t though, at least not until junior year. Cornell was treating him nice, a cosy establishment in the middle of nowhere and honestly, it reminded him a bit of home. If you traveled to the highest point on campus all you could see was miles of rolling hills and maple trees, crows flocking through the air at the break of dawn and the familiar chill down his spine in the winter. Although through it all, he still hadn’t met his soulmate. His brother encouraged him to still have hope through it all.
“I didn’t find my soulmate until senior year, you still have time!” He would say, but Kei would just shake his head.

He was in his junior year of college and he was presented with an opportunity of international education, an opportunity every college student hoped and prayed to have. He was going to Copenhagen, and he knew exactly why. Out of 196 countries and tens of thousands of cities, he chose Copenhagen, the heart of a freezing Nordic wonderland. It was said to be the happiest place on earth and to be frank, there was nothing Tsukishima needed in his life more than an optimistic habitat. So, as soon as the second semester came, he didn’t waste a minute hopping onto that plane.

At first, Copenhagen was weird.
It wasn’t that he didn’t like it, it was just unfamiliar. It was far too optimistic, streets lined with bars and old woman walking dogs, college students in beanies smoking weed on apartment balconies. Everyone carried an “I don’t give a shit” vibe and just as Tsukishima thought he would maybe, finally meet his soulmate, he was shut down. Everyone in this city seemed to be far too nice to utter such a thing as the thing on his wrist. He was ready to give up.

It was Friday morning and Tsukishima wanted to die. His roommate was already up, playing loud, headache inducing music from his side of the dorm. As much as he’d hate to admit, he got himself drunk last night, well really, his roommate got him drunk last night, it was the bastards idea to buy three crates of beer for a small frat party. He sat up in bed and groaned, not even attempting to hold back his displeasure.
“I didn’t think you’d be such a lightweight, Kei.” His roommate snorted, turning off his music to slump next to Tsukishima’s bed frame. “You want a water or something, buddy?”
“Don’t call me a fucking lightweight, I had eight beers.” He rubbed his eyes harshly, not sure if the stars he saw were from the rubbing or the alcohol that still lingered in his system. “But yeah, the water would be nice. Thank you.”
Tsukishima really hated himself in that moment. He was never one to be late for classes, never one to drink on a school night. Tsukishima Kei was never, not once in his life, ten minutes late for an eight o'clock class on the other side of campus. Although today, he broke the lucky streak.
“Oh, are you fucking kidding me?” He muttered to himself, mustering up all his willpower to get out of his bed. His knees wobbled underneath him as he wasted no time getting dressed, chugging an entire water bottle in second, and throwing the empty container right back at his roommate.
“Don’t pee yourself out there, dumbass!”
“Fuck off, Mathias.” Was his reply, slamming the door behind him and immediately regretting his decisions from right now and the night before. Everything hurt, absolutely ached, and he began to wonder if perfect attendance was really worth the torture he was sure to endure in the next two hours. He pushed himself though, because skipping out would just mean that he was a failure.

By the time he arrived he was thirty minutes late. People were gawking at him, obviously taking notice of how he looked like an absolute wreck. He knew his eyebags had to be atrocious, but he was hoping and praying that he didn’t look like the walking dead. He took a quick seat in the back of the room, hoping that once he sat down people would lose interest and forget him. They did, one or two students still making nasty remarks a few rows in front of him. If he hadn’t cared so much about his reputation (and his mother’s money) he would’ve thrown his textbook at the back of their heads. The girl next to him fidgeted, scooting down the bench slightly to get away from him. She looked a tad bit uncomfortable, and part of him wanted to feel a bit guilty for her. He probably still smelled like alcohol, he thought.

“I’m sorry, I’m a failure.” He snorted, once he caught her eye and got his things situated. Tsukishima didn’t know why he thought a self deprecating joke would lighten the mood, for her eyes just widened and looked down at the laptop in front of her.
“Oh, sure, you’re a failure.” She commented back, her sarcasm blatantly evident. She pointed towards a pile of papers on her desk and said something else, but Tsukishima had short circuited far too long ago to process the words she said next.
His whole life was a misconception. Six years of acceptance and self consciousness all derived from one, big, misconception. She was the one to bring the words on her wrist to his attention. Small, blocky orange writing stating “I’m sorry, I’m a failure.” He still couldn’t process words, his wrist feeling as if it were burning. His gut was roiling and he absolutely couldn’t believe the horrendous irony this situation reeked with. The professor kept talking, droning away about the history of a long dead African tribe, but he didn’t care.
“I don’t think you realize how much these words have made me hate myself these past few years.” he muttered into her ear, breath shaky and languid from the adrenaline rush he experienced.
“I don’t think you know how worried I’ve been for you these past few years.” She replied, her fingers absentmindedly running over her wrist. “I thought I’d meet you on a bridge.”
“Don’t say that.”
“Well, I thought I would.” She shrugged, nudging his hip and motioning him to collect his things.
“Let’s get out of here.” She implied, already shoving her laptop back into her purse.
“But I just got here.” He argued.
“But I just met my soulmate. C’mon, nobody’s going to think you’re a failure.”

wax strips and filming - Josh Pieters imagine

so it’s been two months since I posted my last story.. oops. Request me :)) (buttercreams or sidemen)

description: In which you’re watching Josh film with Jack and Conor but can’t stop laughing which leaves Josh to a lot of editing - but later giving up and keeping all the juicy footage in the video. (kinda based it on this video)

“Babe can you get the door? Its Probably Conor and Jack,” Josh called from his spot on the couch, looking over his shoulder to where you stood in the kitchen. With a roll of your eyes and a mutter of ‘lazy shit’ you walked over to the door, opening it to see the Maynard brothers.

“Y/N!” Jack exclaimed excitedly, pulling you into a hug. “Woah” you laughed, wrapping your arms around Jack’s torso and waving at Conor as he dramatically tries to squeeze past you and Jack. “Jack get your hands of my girlfriend!” Josh screams, laughing as he stood up for the couch to greet the boys.

“Ok let’s get into it!” Jack claps his hands together and walks toward the setup Josh had put together just before. 

They had only just started filming and you were already finding it hard to keep quiet. Conor had started to make faces and talk in a weird accent and you lost it, letting out a boisterous laugh you were trying so desperately to keep in. “Y/N! Shut up!” your boyfriend shouted with a smile, not being able to do anything but laugh along with you. “Sorry, sorry” you repeated, taking a deep breath and covering your face as if it was going to help you to keep quiet. 

Just as you thought you got a hold of yourself, the boys started singing Beat It and soon enough you had tears running from your eyes from laughing. At this point you were sitting on the floor with your hands covering your face, at the stage of nearly peeing yourself. Conor looks over towards you, causing the other two to do so as well, which only caused them to laugh too. 

After you had calmed down Josh decided that that was the last song they were going to play. “You’re going to make this hell to edit Y/N” Josh chuckled standing up to grab the wax strips that were going to be used on him, seen as though he lost the challenge.

“Fuck, my legs are so hairy” Josh groaned as he lifted his leg to place his foot on the chair. Jack looked over to you and winked before he quickly slapped on a wax strip to the inside of Josh’s thigh, eliciting screams from Josh. “Ooh thats gonna hurt like a bitch” you laugh from the couch. “Shut uuuup!” Josh groaned while looking back at you. Jack took this as an opportunity to place another strip on Josh’s calf, earning more laughs from you and Conor. 

“Get the fuck out. No I’m not doing this, I’m not doing this.” Josh whined, taking a few steps backwards and turning towards you. “Y/N hold my hand,” Josh stuck his hand out to you, motioning for you to take it. “Josh, you’re such a baby” you sigh, standing up and taking a hold of Josh’s hand and pulling him back over to where Jack was sitting, still laughing at his friend’s expense. 

“Ok, one, two, three!” Jack counts down as he rips of the first strip quickly, eliciting loud screams from Josh. “Fuck! No you’re not doing the next one. No way,” he shakes his head. “Babe you need to take it off somehow” you laugh, patting the back of his hand lightly that was tightly gripping yours. “Can you do it instead?” he frowns, turning to look at your face. “It’s gonna hurt no matter what, but here” you say, sitting down and patting your lap so Josh would put his foot on your leg. 

“Ok, on three, one, two,” before you got to three you ripped it off his leg quickly, and boy, you had never heard Josh scream so loudly. “Y/N! You said three! You went on fucking two! That hurt like a bitch” Josh complained, tears springing to his eyes from the sting. Forgetting about the camera and the two boys laughing hysterically at their friend in pain, you grabbed Josh’s face in your hands, swiping your thumb under his eyes to get rid of the tears. “Stop being a baby” you laughed quietly. “Maybe a kiss will make it feel better?” Josh tried, smirking a little bit. “Mmm maybe” you smile, moving your hands to the back of his neck and pulling his head to your height before placing your lips on his for a quick, sweet kiss. 

“I’m keeping this in the video by the way” Josh whispered against your lips, “It’s about time the world found out about the girl that makes me so happy.” You just hummed and placed your lips on his again, not caring that the Maynard brothers were groaning at the two of you to get a room, one that they were not in.

While discussing Newton’s laws in my Physical Science class, I mentioned a factoid from Mary Roach’s book, Packing for Mars, that you cannot launch yourself around the ISS with farts. Apparently many astronauts have tried.

(Gross facts are a wonderful way to keep high schoolers’ attention.)

So, a few days ago, student asked if you could launch yourself by pee. As he came into the classroom today, I handed him this whiteboard. I warned him that the biggest problem with asking a scientist a question is that you might get an answer.

(Also, I’m sure someone can check my math on this.)

Bladder challenge

1.If you have to pee already don’t use the bathroom. If you don’t have to go that’s fine, you are lucky.

2.Drink three tall glasses of water. If you have small glasses then do four glasses.

3.Wait 30 minutes.

4.Push on your bladder for 30 seconds.

5.Drink two tall glasses of soda or drink three short glasses of soda.

6.Do 25 curl-ups.

7.Wait 10 minutes.

8.Sit on the toilet fully clothed.(Try not to pee)

9.Do 50 jumping jacks. It doesn’t have to be all at once but you can’t move on until you do 50.

10.Lay on your stomach and rock your hips back and forth for 60 seconds.

11.Push on your bladder for 45 seconds.

12.Drink two medium sized cups of coffee.

13. Wait 20 minutes.

14. Sit down on a chair and cross your legs then bend forward for 60 seconds.

15. Stay seated and relax all of your muscles for 15 seconds.

16. Take off your pants/skirt and sit on the toilet for five minutes without peeing (keep your underwear on)

17. Do 25 jumping jacks.

18. Do 50 curl-ups or sit-ups.

19. Drink five tall glasses of water or eight small ones. (It doesn’t have to be all at once but you can’t move on until you do)

20. Wait 15 minutes.

21.You can do it! You are almost there!!

22.Listen to videos of waterfalls/rivers for at least 5 minutes.

23. Turn on the sink and listen to it for 5 minutes.

24. Push on your bladder for 60 seconds.

25. Close your eyes and relax for 30 seconds.

26. Drink four medium sized glasses of water.

27. Only one more task you can do it!!

28. If you have completed all tasks then just wait 5 minutes. If you missed one or didnt complete a task you have to wait an hour.

29. Go to the bathroom.

30.(Optional) Explain your experience and rate it 1-10. Did you pee on yourself? If so on which task. Did you go to the bathroom or are you going to challenge yourself and hold it longer?


tmi but y’all don’t even know the struggle when you’re eating suhur, and you try to down like 1L of water in 10 minutes (it’s bad i know), because you think it will keep you from getting thirsty the whole day (it doesn’t), and so after the athan you pray and you go back to sleep but you end up waking up soon after because your bladder is about to explode, so you keep going to the bathroom every 15 minutes, and you’re not very lucid because it’s 4am and you’re very sleepy and tired, and you keep pinching yourself before peeing because you’re not sure if you’re really awake or you’re just dreaming that you are, everything is kinda hazy, and you just don’t trust yourself not to pee in bed, the struggle is real I’m telling you

New ski jumping game!

On valentines day you’re going to…

First initial of your first name:

A - Go skinny dipping with
B - Make weird sex noises while standing next to
C - Get unhappily married to
D - Get kissed on mouth by
E - Have sexy dream about
F - Go on a terrible date with
G - Get cheap flowers from
H - Get murdered by
I - Accidentally Wink at
J - Have painful sex with
K - Pee yourself while looking at
L - Loudly yawn while looking at
M - Zombie dance with
N - Paint red nails to
O - Hold hands with
P - Take blurry photo with
Q - Pray for
R - Cry while talking to
S - Get purplish hickey from
T - Scare to death
U - Throw up on
V - Play Pokemon go with
W - Gossip about
X - Naked for
Y - Smell like
Z - Tell terrible sex joke to

First initial of your last name:

A - Domen Prevc
B - Daniel Andre Tande
C - Vojtech Stursa
D - Andreas Wellinger
E - Noriaki Kasai
F - Robert Johansson
G - Richard Freitag
H - Cene Prevc
I - Maciej Kot
J - Andreas Stjernen
K - Gregor Schlierenzauer
L - Walter Hofer
M - Kamil Stoch
N - Peter Prevc
O - Markus Eisenbichler
P - Evgeny Klimov
Q - Jurij Tepes
R - Stefan Kraft
S - Michael Hayboeck
T - Piotr Zyla
U - Denis Kornilov
V - Mackenzie Boyd-Clowes
W - Karl Geiger
X - Stephan Leyhe
Y - Kaarel Nurmsalu
Z - Jane Ahonnen

First initial of your mothers name:

A - In his bathroom
B - In his bed
C - In a hot tub
D - At the church
E - On a parking lot
F - In your best friends bed
G - In front of Daiki Ito
H - In your bed
I - At the supermarket
J - In the shower
K - In front of his wife/girlfriend
L - In front of camera
M - In front of his mother
N - And Dawid Kubacki
O - In front of Sara Takanashi
P - While it’s raining
Q - At the hospital
R - In the museum
S - In the graveyard
T - In the dark
U - At the wild party
V - Next to his best friend
W - At the gym
X - At the hotel
Y - In his kitchen
Z - In the bookstore

What is your mashup?
Real Tord Omorashi.

This Omo is based off of the real Eddsworld crew, not the cartoons. Slight Tom/Tord.

       The Norwegian man, that went by the nickname, Tord was on his way to the home of his best friend, Edd. Edd had planned a small get-together for all of his friends when Tord had failed to get along with his second, closest friend, Tom. Tord was certain that he would never be able to warm up to Tom even if they were cremated together but Edd really had his heart set on all of his friends getting along so Tord just could not bring himself to say, ‘no’ to his very-best friend. The Norwegian winced slightly in discomfort at how painfully-full his bladder currently was. He had to pee quite a bit before he left the house but since Edd’s house was only a short walk away from his own house, he decided that he could hold it until he got there. After gently knocking on the door to Edd’s house, Tord patiently waited, on the doorstep for his friend to let him inside.

       “Ah, Tord! Glad you could make it!” Edd chimed, adjusting his glasses with his infamous, sweet smile.

       “Of course, I would not miss it for the World…” Tord flashed his friend a shy smile in return. He leaned over slightly, to the right to see who all had attended Edd’s get-together. Almost everyone he knew was there: Matt, Bing, Tim, Elliot, Eddy, Paul, Patrick and of course…Tom. Tord nervously shrunk down when Tom stood up from the couch, sending a venomous glare in the Norwegian’s direction as he did so.

       “Well, come on in!” Before Tord could even have a chance to register what had happened, Edd placed his arm around the Norwegian’s shoulders and forcefully pulled him into the living-room of his house. Tom sneered slightly at the Norwegian’s shy behavior as he mentally questioned why Edd had portrayed him as such a gun-wielding, psychopath in his cartoon series. Tom had actually been afraid of Tord when Edd had left the two alone with each other for the first time. Imagine his disappointment when he realized that the Norwegian was nothing more than just some socially-awkward, quiet kid.

       “We were just about to watch ‘Twenty-Eight Weeks Later’!” Once again, before Tord could register what had happened, Edd was practically pushing him toward the couch, toward Tom.

       “I know you two got off to a bit of a rocky-start but now’s your chance to bond! Play nice!” Edd half-joked before once again leaving Tord alone with Tom to retrieve the snacks and drinks for the movie from his kitchen. Tord shyly glanced up to make eye-contact with Tom, returning his nervous gaze to the floor with a small whimper once Tom had narrowed his eyes at him in response. Tord shifted slightly as the nervousness he often felt around the other boy had increased his urge to urinate. He had actually forgotten that his bladder needed to be emptied up until now but he decided against excusing himself to Edd’s toilet out of an irrational fear that Tom might mock him for having a bladder that needed to be emptied like any, other human-being.

       “You are incredibly hopeless…” Tom scoffed at the Norwegian’s awkwardness before returning to his seat, on the couch with a roll of his eyes. Tord frowned as that comment had done nothing to sooth his self-consciousness. The Norwegian awkwardly took a seat on the couch, next to the Brit. It was no secret by now that he and Tom were not fond of each other in the slightest but Tord was still willing to attempt to form a bond with the Brit for Edd’s sake.

       “I hope you two are getting along in here.” Edd tried once again as he and Matt returned with a bunch of snacks and drinks in hand.

       “Hardly…He’s so boring!” Tom spat, causing Tord to shamefully avert his gaze to the floor.

       “Tom! Stop being so rude!” Edd scolded as he took a seat on the couch, next to Tord. Matt squeezed himself onto the couch, next to Edd as Paul and Patrick stole the recliners and Edd’s remaining guests crowded on the floor, around the couch. Bing got the movie started before joining a majority of his friends on the floor and the not-so small get-together of friends began to watch the movie. Poor Tord could barely focus on the movie as his desperation to relieve his full bladder had increased from uncomfortable to unbearable.

       A small whimper escaped from the Norwegian as he nervously bit his bottom-lip and shifted in discomfort. He knew that he would not be able to hold in his urine through the entire movie but he decided that he would wait until another boy had gone to the bathroom so he could offer to accompany him. He just silently prayed that whoever that boy was would not be Tom.

       “Hey, what’s the matter with you?” Tom questioned about twenty minutes into the movie when Tord had reached the point of desperation where it was impossible for him to sit still.

       “H-Huh? Oh, I am just a bit restless from sitting here for so long…” Tord whimpered out a lie as he tightly crossed one of his legs over the other.

       “Okay?” Tom cocked an eyebrow at the Norwegian’s response. He just found Tord to be so socially-awkward, that it was almost uncomfortable to be around him. Tom could not help but notice how Tord flinched and winced in discomfort with another pained-whimper at the fizzy sound of the Brit cracking open one of the numerous cans of soda that Edd had brought over to the coffee-table for everyone.

       “Oh, I see what’s going on here…” Tom whispered with a small smirk.

       “H-Huh? What do you mean?” Tord questioned after a while once he was absolutely certain that Tom was speaking to him.

       “You have to go to the toilet, don’t you?” Tom teased, his smirk growing more sadistic when Tord’s face had reddened at the accusation.

       “W-What? N-No…I told you, I am just a bit restless…” Tord attempted to lie once again but the strain in his voice had completely given him away to the Brit.

       “Oh, really? Because you look like you’re about to pee yourself…” Tom teased as he gently poked the other boy in the side of his abdomen. Tom’s face began to heat up as well at the strange but pleasant sensation he was beginning to feel in his nether-regions at the sight of Tord recoiling in agony in response to the poke that had just been delivered to his side. Was Tom getting aroused by Tord trying not to wet his pants?

       “Does the big, bad, scary Commie have to go potty? Maybe you should ask Edd to make an Omorashi Hentai, starring you…” Tom continued to tease the poor boy.

       “C-C…Cut it out…” Tord whimpered. Luckily, the other boys were too absorbed into the movie’s plot to notice the two’s rather, inappropriate conversation but Tord decided that he would hold in his urine until the movie was over, just to prove a point to Tom. After over an hour of whimpering and fidgeting, the movie had finally ended, much to Tord’s relief.

       “Tord, could you help me with the dishes?” Edd requested, just as Tord thought he was free to relieve himself.

       “O-Of course, Edd…” Tord reluctantly agreed, provoking a snicker from Tom. He was still too shy to admit his desperate need to everyone else, especially Edd, even if he did feel like so much as a cough or sneeze would cause him to lose control of his bladder and wet himself in front of everyone he knew. The sensation of sticking his hands in warm water along with the gentle, splashing noises and the sound of running water were almost too much for the poor Norwegian as he assisted his friend with washing there dishes. Poor Tord had to cross his legs as he stood at the sink just to keep from losing control right there, in front of Edd, though a few leaks did manage to escape, dampening his boxers a little bit.

       Once they had finished putting away the last of the dishes, Matt had entered the kitchen to strike up a conversation with Edd about the recent animation he had released. Tord took this opportunity to finally sneak off to the bathroom but just as he thought he would finally be able to relieve his painfully-full bladder, he quickly discovered, much to his horror that someone else was in the bathroom.

       “Just a minute!” Tom called from the other side of the door. He then snickered mischievously as he turned on the sink. He really did not have to use the bathroom, he just wanted to pick on the socially-awkward, Norwegian boy that he just happened to share a mutual-friend with.

       “Oh no…” Tord squeaked at the sound of the running water as he quickly shoved his hands into his crotch to suppress the torrent of urine that was threatening to burst through.

       “No-o…” Tord whimpered as he dropped to his knees, hands still buried tightly into his crotch. He was too late, the torrent of urine he had been holding in for hours finally burst from the tip of his member and soaked the front of his Kaki-jeans with a loud, hissing noise that echoed throughout Edd’s hallway.

       “O-Oh my…” Tom had exited the bathroom at this point and had immediately begun to laugh at the poor Norwegian’s predicament. The sight of Tord’s wet crotch, however had caused that strange sensation to return to his member once again.

       “Again, Tord? I told you to stop being so shy about telling us when you need the toilet…” Edd scolded as he approached his Norwegian-companion to help him up. Tord wanted so badly to just die as he immediately began to cry softly from humiliation.

       “Again?! You mean this happens regularly?! Does he have the bladder of a puppy or something?!” Tom teased, causing Tord’s crying to become more hysterical.

       “Tom!” Edd scolded once again as he pulled his Norwegian-friend into a gentle hug.

       “It’s okay, Tord…Let’s get you cleaned up…” Edd attempted to sooth the sobbing-Norwegian as he lead him toward his bedroom.

       “What?” Tom questioned when he looked up to see all of his and Edd’s mutual-friends, including Matt glaring at him with a look of disapproval.

       “That was kinda mean, Tom…” Matt replied sternly.

       “Oh, come on! He was so awkward! He was practically begging to be messed with!” Tom tried but everyone merely walked past him to help Edd comfort Tord. Tom may have found the real Tord boring but at least he could get some entertainment out of him the next time he was forced to be around him.


 Warnings: Smut (kind of, not really), angst (kind of, not really), language



You cackled as you drunkenly tried to hold Christian up, failing miserably, and sending the both of you staggering to the ground of the bar’s parking lot. Your body felt heavy, too heavy, as you tried to roll yourself on to your knees. “Gotdammit.” He wheezed again, laughing loudly as he too, tried to get up. “Fuck, I gotta piss.” You stated suddenly, taking off in the direction of the field next to the parking lot, “_________! For fuck’s sake, don’t pee in the grass!” Christian called after you, stumbling after you. You stopped walking when you reached the middle of the field, out far enough that no one would see you if you squat down. You hurriedly undid the button of your black jeans, shimmying them down your hips. Christian crashed into you, knocking you backward before you could get your underwear down. You laughed out loud, almost peeing on yourself as he rolled off of you. “If you….pee…then I have to pee….here too.” He cackled. There were long blades of grass sticking in places that they shouldn’t as you struggled to pull your jeans back up. 

“C’mon, ____________. We gotta go.” He pulled you to your feet, brushing loose grass, dirt, and tiny rocks from your jeans. You stumbled towards the cab waiting in the parking lot, leaning heavily against the side as he tried to open the door. “You’re so useless!” You giggled as you pushed him aside, pulling the door open yourself. You collapsed into the backseat, Christian right behind you. You slid to the other side, allowing him to lay on your shoulder. “If you throw up on me…” You trailed off, falling into a drunken sleep as the cab sped towards Christian’s apartment building.

You giggled into the back of your hand as he leaned against you, trying to find his keys in the pockets of his leather jacket. The tips of his messily styled hair tickled your chin and you fought to keep from laughing again. You really had to pee, and laughing wasn’t helping you in the slightest.

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Imagine spending New Year’s eve with the BTS boys, only to find yourself with them during the countdown, gathering your courage and finally kissing the boy of your dreams.


As you approached during the countdown, he looked down at you, smiling thinking already that you looked stunning. The others counted loudly as the year approached it’s end, and a new beginning would dawn. You hears the numbers drop, second by second as your heartbeat increased rhythmically. “4..3..2″
“Namjoon..” You said softly looking at the dashing man before you. He hummed in response.
“Happy New Year..” You added and straightened your back, tiptoeing up to match his height and placed a soft kiss on his lips, hearing fireworks go off in the near distance and the boys around you cheer loudly. As you pulled back slowly, you almost didn’t dare to look, but when you opened your eyes you saw that he was observing you, a confused expression lingered over him. 
“I’m sorry maybe.. I-I shouldn’t ha-.”
“It’s alright. Happy New Year to you as well.” His confused look integrated ans was replaced by a grin, showing off his dimples on each side.
“A very Happy New Year.” He continued, putting his arm around your waist, pulling you in again, kissing you with more effort and desire.

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You were in the kitchen, helping to clean up and put away the dirty plates. Jin was carefully putting away the leftovers, sorting them into different plastic containers. You looked up, the watch on the wall said it was close to midnight, to the new year. You stopped in your movement, and took off the borrowed apron, tapping on Jins shoulder. He turned around with a container of sealed kimchi in his hands. 
“It’s almost twelve, come let’s join the others.” He happily nodded, and dropped the package on the counter. The two of you went out, and saw the rest of the boys in the balcony, merrily cheering and laughing. You joined in the back, Jin by your side and stole a glance our two at him before the countdown started. In unisont the youngest shouted, while the others chuckled and joined in lower voices, drinks raised.
“Jin.” You said, feeling brave, feeling warm. Maybe it was the drinks that were talking but nonetheless you felt bold. Hearing the countdown drawing to an end, you looked the man in the eyes as he gazed back at you.
“I just wanted to say.. Happy New Year.” The words just managed to escape your lips, before you leaned in, placing a small peck on his plump lips. As you drew back, and the fireworks started, and the boys were screaming in joy you peeked at the confused man. Lights from all sides were casting an glorious radiance of all colors on him. 
He shifted his head to the side, his eyes going from his friends, cheering, back to you.
“Well, Happy New Year Y/N. I feels as that was a good way to start the new year, to start something new.” He confessed smiling shyly as he looked at you admiringly.

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((Morning fluff is best fluff. <3))

You smiled as your eyes fluttered open, you took in the soft morning light and the calm atmosphere around you, it was such a beautiful morning. You look over at the big lump that had his arm tightly wrapped around your waist, you laughed lightly knowing today was going to be a lazy day just by the way Gabriel was holding you. Gabriel Reyes was the definition of “Not a morning person”; in fact you were the only one who could wake him up without a death threat or getting a pillow to the face. Of course Gabriel needed his quiet time, strong coffee, breakfast with you, and plenty of kisses. It didn’t look like any of those things were going to occur today, expect for the kisses.

“Gabriel…~ “You sang playfully, trying to wiggle out of the Latino’s strong grip.  You pouted when there was no response, you quietly ‘hmph’ed and decided on a different method. You peppered his whole face with kisses, and gently shook his body. Nothing.

“Gabe? Wake up! I really I have to pee.” You whimpered, shaking his body harder.

“Pee yourself. “  He grumbled as he attempted to go back to sleep.

“C’mon, Gabe… These sheets are brand new and I just washed them.” He loosened his grip just enough for you to squirm out of ungracefully, managing to fall off the bed and on your ass. “Ow.” You rubbed your sore bum as you went to the bathroom, returning a few minutes later.

“Much better~ thank you.” You grinned deviously as you jumped onto Gabriel who gently pushed you off, but then snatched you under the blanket with him.

“Shut up, and let me hold you. I sleep better when I hold you. “

“But it’s morning. It’s time to rise and shine, Gabe.” You frowned, poking at his face.

“We’re staying in. Give me my kiss. “The dark haired man yawned lazily. You caved instantly; perhaps a relaxing day wouldn’t be terrible. You sighed blissfully as you kissed your beloved over and over again; you close your eyes as you cuddled closer to him.

“What are we having for lunch today?” You tried to stay awake, fighting against your body’s natural urge.
“You, if you don’t go back to sleep. “

“I am awake now.”