anonymous asked:

(you write SO WELL) What about the first dates with Harry, tho? the flirty little shit he must be. the guy knows he's got the most charming smile and look, throwing the most ridiculous jokes just to see you laugh and feel even more confident. and before the first kiss? I think he'd compliment and let it clear about his intentions, like... "m'sorry, was too distracted by your lips... no' my fault, is it?" and you'd be just dead shy and red and dead. (IM DEAD)

(Thank YOU!)

First dates with Harry would be so nerve-racking. He’d be staring into your eyes, wanting to familiarize himself with them so in case he’s ever lonely, he can think of them and feel at peace.

Say you’re at dinner and you put your hand out on the table, maybe playing with the stem of your wine glass, nervous because it’s going really well and the conversation has never lulled. He’d  place his hand on top of yours, giving it a small squeeze, rubbing your thumb with his while he continues to tell you a story about how when he was a kid, in the summertime, he would sit and watch ice cubes melt in the driveway for hours on end. “Weird kid. Weird, weird kid,” he’d shake his head, smirking at the memory.

You’d go out for drinks, wanting to stretch out the date as much as possible. He would order a bottle of champagne for the two of you to split, clinking your glasses together with a wiggle of his eyebrows, his smile slipping over the rim of the glass to taste his favorite libation. You would sit close together, and as you drank more bubbly and got more and more comfortable, you’d rest your hand on his shoulder when he made you laugh particularly hard. You’d place your hand on his knee, squeezing gently, when he told you an anecdote about his life that was nearly unbelievable to you. He would lace his fingers with yours while you recounted a horror story about your first job, giggling as you told him instances where your manager was particularly snippy with rude customers.

It would be undeniably intimate, your first date. And not intimate in the sense that you’d go to bed with him that night. He would want to wait for that - not rush things, not mess things up before they even got started. But, rather, intimate in the way getting to know someone can be. He’d want to memorize everything about you; want to remember every little detail and idiosyncrasy so he could look back on that night when he told your children about when he knew he was going to marry their mother. 

He would walk you to your car, offering you his arm. Before you got the chance to open the door, he would gently place his palm onto the hitch of your jaw, guiding your lips to his. It wouldn’t take much - you’d wanted to be attached to his mouth the moment he started to talk - and when he slips his tongue across your bottom lip after a series of open-mouthed kisses, you’d gasp a little, your heart flipping up into your throat.

“Feel that?” he’d ask, pressing his forehead up against yours. “Righ’ in the pit of your stomach? Haven’t felt that in the longest time.”

And you would nod, because you would know exactly what he was talking about.

VIXX: fluffy times in the tub

N: you’d think he’d be the type to literally beg you to hop in the tub with him and never get out, but think again lol. He’s too much of a busy bee to just chill and sit in the bathtub with a bunch of roses and candles. I mean he loves it tho, he just barely has time so you’d have to literally drag him away from his work and sit him down. He’ll sigh in peace and thank you for making him relax like this. Might pull out a bottle of wine and yall just get tipsy while blowing bubbles at each other.

Leo: this lil cat loves it lmfao he’ll be asking you to take a bath with him at every chance he gets. He’ll sit behind you as he softly strokes your hair and massage your tired shoulders. He’ll take this time to be extra romantic and light some sweet scented candles to match the mood. He’d hum in your ear and whispers sweet nothings. 9/10 will turn it into something more, so beware.

Ken: he’s just so fun to be around in general, and it’s even better when you’re sitting in front of each other in the tub and telling each other about your day. He might get annoyed at the distance between you and pull you between his legs and practically suffocates you with his hug. He just wants to be as close as possible. He’ll bring in little snacks as you two tend to spend hours, just laughing and kissing and whispering in the bathroom.

Ravi: also not the type to jump at the chance to take a bath. Like Hakyeon, he’s hella busy as well and might not have time. But ofc he can’t resist you when you ask him bc he’ll do anything for that smile. He’ll gladly strip down and sit you between his legs and listen to you talk about anything and everything. Might like it a lot, so he will end up asking you to do it again, preferably soon.

Hongbin: tbh he’ll ask you first before you even mention it. He loves taking this time of the day and relaxing with you, it’s the best feeling in the world. He’ll waste so much of the water and splashes it everywhere just bc he’s moving around so much. He just wants to get comfortable and get close to you so he can’t pick a position. Might end up falling asleep to the sound of your voice tho.

Hyuk: good luck trying to say no to this brat, he’ll literally pick you up and drop you in the bathtub. He’ll put on music and make funny faces and noises to make you laugh, but you roll your eyes and hit him. He doesn’t know the definition of relaxing, so it might take a few times before he finally settles down and just holds you in his arms.

Originally posted by irrational-obsessions-gottcha78

Yaaaall I’m not ok, shirtless Hongbin needs to be illegal 

Fake Girlfriend 3 || Dan Howell

A/N: So many of you demanded more of this! I’m sorry for always making you wait a week. Thank you for reading!

Word Count: 1.6K

POV: Dan


Originally posted by shinyphan

Soon Y/N fell asleep next to me and I couldn’t stop myself from catching a quick glimpse of her peaceful face. My lips still prickled and my cheeks were still hot. I never thought a simple kiss could affect me that much. I wondered if she felt that spark too. I caught myself recreating the kiss in my mind and started shaking my head in disbelief and shock. What was I thinking? We never got along. We didn’t like each other. And now I was having troubles sleeping because I couldn’t stop thinking about her.

There was a loud knock on the door.

“Breakfast is ready, lovebirds!” Aunt Sarah shouted seconds later, waking us up. Y/N yawned and ruffled through her messy hair. Her cuteness almost made me weak.

“Morning, Dan.” She said while climbing out of bed to get dressed. It was probably the first time she called me ‘Dan’ instead of ‘Howell’ and that filled me with a little feeling of excitement although it most probably didn’t mean anything.

We went downstairs to the dining room and this time we weren’t the last ones to arrive. Only Aunt Sarah and her fiancé Robert were seated at the table. The food they had prepared looked as delicious as always.

“How did you sleep, honey?” My aunt asked Y/N as soon as she sat down opposite her.

“Like a baby. I’ve never slept in a bed that’s more comfortable.” She laughed.

Before uncle Robert could finish his newspaper Harry and his sister entered the room, wishing everybody a good morning. Harry smiled at Y/N and walked over to sit on the empty chair next to her. He had the fucking audacity after what he said to me yesterday in the kitchen.

“I’m wondering how you can look so fresh and beautiful this early. What’s your secret?” Harry asked Y/N with a friendly smile loud enough for me to hear. I felt the blood rush to my head in anger. She just shrugged it off with now pink cheeks. My hands underneath the table turned to fists. He told her exactly what I thought when I woke up next to her, but I wasn’t brave enough to actually speak my mind. I was aware of the fact that she wasn’t really my girlfriend, but Harry didn’t know that and he was still flirting with her in front of my eyes. I wanted to rip his stupid head off. I think I had never eaten breakfast with so much aggression before. I nearly knocked over my cup of tea, I crushed my toast and just angrily scoffed my food in silence.

“Dan, darling, are you okay?” My auntie wanted to know, worried about me since everybody seemed to notice the negative energy that I was radiating.

“I’m just not a morning person.” I mumbled while shrugging my shoulders. As I was about to return my attention to the food in front of me I felt Y/N’s hand squeeze mine underneath the table. I stared at her in surprise. She just smiled and started gently running her palm down my biceps in an attempt to calm me down.

“You know that I can’t stand Harry, right?” she then whispered in my ear. When I had to grin like a fool at her words she giggled her oh so sweet giggle. The sight of her at that exact moment was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. We just sat there in silence intensely looking at each other in what felt like speechlessness.

“So, tell me love, are you a fan of rugby? I tried to tell you yesterday that I’m on the local team and we a-“ Harry interfered, in an attempt to ruin our moment.

“Actually, I don’t like rugby at all.” Y/N admitted, shooting him an apologizing look.

“That’s exactly what Dan said every time I beat him at it.” Harry laughed with confidence, happy now that he had found a way to embarrass me.

But Y/N didn’t give him the satisfaction. “Well, I’m not the sportiest either” she said coldly, wiping that grin off his face.

After breakfast we were about to head upstairs to our room but we were stopped by a familiar voice.

“Y/N, can I talk to you real quick?” Harry asked, exiting the dining room as well. After shooting me an evil glare he added “Just the two of us.”

She shot me a sceptical look before she followed Harry to the kitchen. I just stood at the bottom of the stairs trying to make out what they were talking about, but I only heard muffled sounds. Why would he have to talk to my girlfriend one on one? I got furious again waiting for them to return as I heard loud noises coming from the kitchen.

“You are fucking disgusting!” I heard Y/N shout and seconds later the door opened. She stormed out of the kitchen followed by Harry. I had never seen her this angry.

“I’m sorry, please. That’s not what I meant.” He pleaded, but she wasn’t even listening to him.

She was walking straight towards me, determination in her eyes. I didn’t know what was happening, so I just stood there waiting for her to reach me. My heart was beating uncontrollably fast, although I didn’t know why. Suddenly she stopped only centimetres in front of me and in the blink of eye she forcefully crashed her lips against mine.

I was so overwhelmed by the sudden action that I didn’t kiss back at first. It wasn’t just a quick peck like yesterday, no our lips moved in sync for quite some time. The spark was back and my whole body seemed to be on fire again. My hand wandered to her cheek that felt really hot under my touch. Behind my back I heard Harry groan angrily before he quickly went to his room after what he had just witnessed. I knew he was furious and jealous and he fucking deserved it. I smiled into the kiss and enjoyed every damn second of it, longing for nothing but the sweetness of her soft lips.

We were breathless when we let go of each other. I opened my eyes again and looked at her in utter disbelief. She just kissed me!

“I- uh- you. I mean.. we?” I stuttered completely speechless. Y/N blushed but didn’t say anything. Instead we walked up to our room. I closed the door behind us and we were greeted by silence. It was simply awkward. Before we got to this place we would’ve fought and screamed at each other, now we couldn’t even talk to each other anymore. After 15 minutes of neither of us saying something I decided to break the silence.

“Can we talk about that kiss?” I carefully asked, my heart hammering in my chest.

Even if she just kissed me to make Harry jealous it still didn’t make any sense. She shouldn’t care about me or my issues with my stupid cousin.

Her eyes widened at my question and her pink cheeks made a reappearance. It was her time to stutter now. “I – just. To be honest I think I might-“ she started but she was interrupted by a knock on the door.

“Hey, lovebirds. We are going for a walk in the woods now. Get ready and don’t forget to wear warm clothes!” Aunt Sarah chirped without realizing that she had just ruined an important moment.

After ten minutes, we were already strolling through the snowy forest next to the mansion. The scenery looked beautiful but not as beautiful as Y/N who was wearing a beanie and had a red nose from the cold. We were comfortably chatting. It was a kind of tradition to go for a walk through the forest whenever we were over at aunt Sarah’s.

“Look, there’s a squirrel!” Y/N whisper-screamed excitedly, trying not to scare the little ball of fur.

“A squirrel?” my grandma asked. She had arrived right after breakfast and decided she was feeling well enough to join us. “Squirrels are a sign for fertility and a steamy relationship. My mother saw one right before she got pregnant with twins” Granny told Y/N and patted her back.

“Daniel, darling. You know what I am trying to say with that?” my grandma shouted over her shoulder and winked, making me swallow hard. Y/N’s cheeks were by now as red as her cold nose and she really didn’t know what to say. Why do grandparents always have to be so damn embarrassing? Granny talked to Y/N for quite some time while I had a chat with my uncle Robert.

When she could free herself from my grandma’s endless talking she quickly walked up to me.

“She asked me all kind of embarrassing questions!” Y/N told me in shock, still blushing harder than ever before.

I couldn’t help but laugh.

“That’s funny to you?” she pouted. “Why don’t you explain to your lovely grandmother that you treat me right in bed?!” she snapped, but broke out in a fit of laughter not much later.

I nearly choked on my own spit.

We both laughed and I took her hand as we continued trudging through the snow. It felt so normal to be affectionate with her now. Of course it was just to cover up my lie, right? Soon we fell behind and we couldn’t even see the others anymore.

“Dan?” Y/N asked and she stopped walking.

I raised my eyebrows in confusion. “Yes?”

“About our kiss earlier.” She started, staring down at her feet.

“What about it?”

“I wasn’t acting.”


@shippinggg thank you for bringing me peace, even just for a little while 

reigen’s garden (probably rooftop) slowly becomes a safe haven for everyone. except for shou’s hamsters. shou only has to learn that lesson once

teru comes there to read when his apartment feels too stuffy. no he doesnt have a key. dont ask. mob, who does have a key, doesnt ask, so why should you 

in the summer maybe reigen would put a mat in a corner so hed have a place to sit down. then all the kids would take naps there. maybe sometimes at the same time. 

also I put in both the ink and the colored version bc I cant decide which one I like more so yeah

bts reaction to their best friend falling asleep in their dorm

“May I please have a Got7 (and bts) reaction to their best friend (to everyone in the group) falling asleep in the dorm, but them being to scarred to wake her up because they think she looks too peaceful? –thanks”

Thank you for your request, I’m doing bts this time, if you’d like a got7 version please message me again, also I’m taking requests still for shinee, seventeen, Monsta x, got7 and bts :)

rap monster

he’d be really flustered if I’m honest, he’d be really conflicted as to whether or not to wake you, he’d probably just let you sleep in all honesty and just play on his phone

Originally posted by baebsaes


I think he’d be shy but also I think his mom mode would switch on. He’d get you a blanket and out it over you, so you weren’t cold. He wouldn’t wake you up since you looked so peaceful

Originally posted by kths


I think yoongi would be more reserved, if you fall asleep he’d just leave you. Maybe stare for a while, but he’d just continue to work. He’d occasionally go up to you to see if you were okay though

Originally posted by yoongbeans


Hobi would honestly be a mixture of Namjoon and Jin. He’d probably sit next to you playing a game and move hair from your face. He wouldn’t wake you, he’d wait for you to wake up yourself

Originally posted by myloveseokjin


Let’s be honest, he’d wake you up. He’d be playing a game on his phone and he’d be happy he won and yell in excitement. He’d quickly shut his mouth though when he saw you rub your eyes lmao

Originally posted by jeonsshi


Jimin would be so flustered, poor bab. He would leave you asleep and go somewhere else in the dorm considering he didn’t want to wake you up. I think he’d check on you occasionally though

Originally posted by bwipsul


He wouldn’t know what to do, he’d just leave you, after all when it comes to girls he’s clueless haha. I think he’d put a blanket on you though just so you weren’t cold after that he’d probably sprint out the room lmao

Originally posted by jungkooksleigh

with love, from anonymous (chapter 6) - written with @adamparishe

Summary:  Isak just wants to get his coffee in peace, Even has a crush, and there’s a secret admirer on the loose.

Notes: as always, a big big thank you to my lovelies @stardefiant & @koninginnen, without whom this chapter would be an absolute mess. i love you and please love them, too.

Pairing: Isak/Even

Chapters: 6/14

Words: 19,777


It’s rare that his girlfriend and his best friend end up in his apartment at the same time, but some days, like today, Even forgets that they both have plans to show up at the same time, so this means all three of them are sitting at Even’s table, their respective KB coffee orders sitting in front of each of them, and the silence around them sits uncomfortably. Mikael, for his part, is smiling brightly, most likely to make Sonja uncomfortable, and Sonja looks annoyed, pointedly avoiding Mikael’s gaze. Even doesn’t really understand why the both of them don’t get along — it’s a little strange, considering sometimes Even thinks they’re made up of the same traits — but he knows spending time with the both of them at the same time is like pulling teeth.


We’ve Got Company

Pairing: Joker x Reader

Request: Can I have an imagine where you are Frosts daughter and you meet Joker for the first time and he takes a liking to you. Thank you!

Description: Y/N is Frost’s daughter, and when she sneaks out to see what her father is really doing, But when she gets too close, she meets just who her father works for.

Smut: No

Words: 1889

Requests are open!


Originally posted by missjanet1983

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anonymous asked:

reborn yamamoto and xanxus getting rescued by innocent civillian and falling in love thank you!!!


~I… did my best? Sorry about the length… I got a bit too carried away. (-_-;)~

admin adelheid


There was just something about the way he looked slumped up and sitting against that alley wall that caught at your heartstrings as you were passing by. You had initially been led to that alley by a box of kittens you had seen earlier on your way to work. This time, though, you had a bottle of milk with you along with a small shallow bowl you had snuck out of the cafeteria during lunch. You can now feed them in peace and comfort. You just wish your apartment allowed pets so you could take them home.

You were looking for the kittens and found them playing all over the dark suited man with the old fashioned hat; a sight that was definitely not there earlier. Your personal experience with drunks told you he was not drunk. He looked far too troubled to be drunk. You came closer and one of the kittens went up to greet you. You gasped when you saw the blood on its fur.  Common sense led you to the conclusion that the man in the fedora was the one bleeding to death.

Scared, you helped him. Putting his arm over your shoulder and started helping him up, your brain trying to figure out what you should do. You thought about taking him to the hospital but then you felt something hard press against your side from his and when you investigated you found he had a gun on him.

After a slight mental meltdown of (“Oh my God, oh my God, he’s got a gun, please Lord don’t let him kill me, I’m going to go to jail!”) you decide to take him home and play doctor using Google searches and Youtube videos to stop the bleeding and stitch him up because, dammit, you can’t just leave him there to die. Just the thought of him lying here dying would never let you sleep again!

You stayed by his side until he woke up. And as you waited for him to open his eyes again you couldn’t help but notice that this was a beautiful man. But there was something broken about the expression on his face even in his sleep and somehow you couldn’t help but feel pity for him. This man was… not whole.

When he first opened his eyes your initial relief froze when he glared at you and somehow, you just knew he would have pointed a gun at your head had he been able to move or if you didn’t move the gun out of his reach. As it was you wondered if this was what small animals felt when snakes cornered them and gave them a death stare.

“Where am I?”

“My apartment,” you admitted wondering if you made a mistake taking him home. “I noticed the gun and… I didn’t think you’d want me to take you to a hospital with it on you.”

His brows furrowed even deeper. “How do you know I’m not just some drunkard who thinks it’s comfortable to sit in a dark, abandoned alley and wallow in his own misery?”

“You didn’t look like that kind of drunk.”

He raised a condescending brow at you and made you blush. “How would you know that?”

“Trust me, my dad was a mean drunk, Mister. If you’re the kind of drunk who likes to lie in dirty places then you wouldn’t have looked so… bothered.” The certainty in your voice made the hitman look up at you in surprise and a little amusement. “Besides, drunkards who wear suits like yours don’t find it comfortable to sit around in an alley like that. They usually have someone pick them up in a limo and take them to some five star hotel or ditch them at some fancy condo unit so they can roll around naked in their money. I’ve worked housekeeping in enough hotels to know how it is.”

Reborn sneered. “Thanks for the awesome deduction, Nancy Drew.”

The snark and the thought of him reading a childhood favorite of yours had you grinning at him, your fear melting away. If he knew about Nancy then surely he couldn’t be that bad. Right? “Your welcome, Hardy Boy.”

Your wit surprised a chuckle out of him. Which he regretted as pain shot up from his back and into his spine.

“Are you in pain?” You asked in concern as you stood up. “Gimme a sec, let me get you some pain meds.”

Reborn shot you an empty glare full of contempt and condescension. His next words hit you like a brick in the face. “You should have let me die.”

Your jaw dropped open in shock at the words out of this beautiful man’s mouth. It was a while before you even managed to form a thought. “Look. I don’t know what happened to you out there but surely someone somewhere would be happy you’re still alive.”

“No one’s probably even going to notice.”


“Can’t remember?”


“Not married.”


“Don’t have any.”

You bit your lip because you were feeling ridiculous and can’t help but feel you were being too nosy now. “Lover?”

He gave you an arrogant smirk. “Yeah. My exes would miss me but they’ll get over it. They always do.”

You threw your hands in the air and gave up. “Well, I got nothing. Guess now I know why you wanted to die so badly, Hardy Boy. Do me a favor, though? Can you like, die somewhere else after you’re well enough to walk? I’m not particularly experienced with having to dispose of dead bodies.”

Again he snorted in surprised laughter and again he regretted it. “Why can’t I move?”

“You’ve lost too much blood by the time I found you. Gimme a minute, I’ll get you something to eat along with those pain meds.”

As you fed and dressed his wounds Reborn eyed you warily, expecting more questions about the past and selfishly satisfying your curiosity. Instead, though, you amused him with your quips and teased him about being grumpy. It was as though you were absolutely determined not to be affected by his depression and for some reason this annoyed Reborn. With typical Reborn logic, that had annoyed the Vongola Decimo when he was younger, he thought that if he was miserable, everybody else should be miserable with him.

But your good cheer was like a force of nature in and of itself. He didn’t think anything could have brought down his iron will but you proved him wrong in the few days you had seen to his care.

While you were out at work, he tried walking around to find something else to read. You owned a few and the book you gave him was surprisingly something he liked but he had always been a fast reader and he was finished in a couple of hours with it. He discovered a letter hidden in your drawer while he was looking for something else to pass the time with and read it out of boredom.

The content infuriated him beyond speech and he confronted you about it the moment you got home.

“Okay, Hardy Boy, let’s change your bandages.” You greeted him tiredly as soon as you entered the bedroom.

The sight of your tired face made Reborn’s anger rise several notches higher and he threw the letter at you before you could reach him. “Who the hell is this?!”

Your jaw hit the floor when you recognized the letter while your whole face burned red. “You went through my things?!”

“I was looking for a distraction, that novel was too short, now tell me!” he demanded through gritted teeth.

“What?! It took me a month to finish that book! And that’s none of your business.” You looked away and prepared the bandages. You refused to meet his furious gaze.

“He’s not your husband, you’re not wearing his name. You’re certainly not wearing a ring. What are you to him then?” he sneered and grabbed your wrist so tightly you were forced to meet his eyes. “His mistress?”

You blinked, the tears trying to explode from your eyes as the guilt and shame rolled over your chest like a wave. “Is it really so wrong to want to be loved? Even if it’s just for a little while…?”

Reborn wanted to kill something. Preferably large, lumpy and human. “BUT HE’S ASKING YOU FOR MONEY! WHERE THE HELL DOES HE GET THE NERVE?!”

“Yeah… You can say it’s my penitence for being a shameless woman.” Humiliation made your face pale as your sins were paraded before this stranger. He must think less of you now that he knew your deepest darkest secret. It had been nice… Having someone who didn’t judge her from past mistakes and talking to her for a while like they were friends. Oh well… You knew you were done for in polite society the moment you agreed to have an affair with a married man. Even now after it’s over, its shadow still haunted you. You bit your lip hard to keep the tears from falling. “Now show me your back. We need to get you wrapped up and clean. You wouldn’t want that wound to get infected, do you?”

It had required Reborn all his strength of will not to beat the subject into the ground where it belonged but he remained silent for your sake. Inwardly he wanted to find this man and bash his skull in. How could that bastard call himself a man?! Taking advantage of a lonely woman like that and then extorting from her?! He could understand if the woman was an absolute slut of a conscienceless bitch but you were different. You were kind. You’re funny. You smelled like heaven and sex and―

Reborn’s eyes caught your hand carefully tucking the letter in your pocket as you turned away and his rage flared out even more.

That’s it. The moment he’s out of here that son of a bitch is a dead, dead man.

“Hey, Hardy Boy?” he looked at you but you refused to meet his eyes. “Sorry you had to see that. Don’t worry, though. Just give it a couple more days and you won’t have to see me again. So don’t be too mean to me about this. Okay?”

You turned and ran from the room before you could see his piercing dark eyes turn into judging brim stones. You had managed to keep yourself together when other people gave you hell for being ‘the other woman’ in your former relationship with that man; but somehow the thought of having Reborn think so low of you made your knees weak. Made you want to stop existing in shame.

The next day you came home to find the small apartment empty. You had to lean against the bedroom door’s threshold for support when you saw the empty bed. He was gone. He probably left while you were away. So disgusted with your jaded past he wanted nothing to do with you anymore.

That night, as soon as you were ready for bed, grateful that you can use it again after a week of sleeping on the couch, you tried to tell yourself everything was alright like you always do. But as soon as you lay down you smelled his scent stuck to your pillows. The intoxicating smell of sunsets and bitter coffee mixed with expensive tobacco. Suddenly your tiny apartment felt much too large and empty…

You cry yourself to sleep.

That night you had a nice dream, though.

He was back.

He was unbuttoning your night gown from the neck down and raining kisses on every available skin he exposed. Your blanket is gone and your skirt was hiked up around your waist. His leg was rubbing sensuously between your thighs in a way that made your back arch. When his lips tenderly took in a nipple in his mouth and started laving it with his tongue the pleasure became so intense you moaned and wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Easy, Nancy Drew. We have all night.”

The words snapped you right out of the half-awake state you were in and your face burned red at the realization that you weren’t dreaming. You try to push him off but it was like moving a stone wall. “What are you doing?!”

“Reborn. My name’s Reborn,” he smirked down at you as he spread your legs wider so he could grind his hardness between your legs making you gasp. “And I’m going to do what I’ve been wanting to do since I got the feeling back in my body thanks to you.”

“Wha­― Wait! I thought you left!” you were holding his shoulders so tight you were surprised you hadn’t torn his shirt yet. You bit your lip against the sensations when he started peppering your neck with kisses and his large, rough hands started stroking the back of your legs in a way that made you helplessly gasp out his name. “Reborn!”

“Fuck,” he breathed, panting as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, trying to control himself. “That sounded better than I thought.”

“Y-you barely even know me!” you stammered out as you tried to keep yourself from writhing under the continued onslaught of his hands.

“I know enough to know that I want you.” He made sure to leave a mark on your collarbone as he slipped the nightgown off your shoulders. “I went out to string that son of a bitch up a tree by his toes. If he ever bothers you again, I’m breaking his skull in two.”

“Wait! You went to see― Ah!” Your words were cut off when he lightly bit your other nipple.

“Dammit, you’re so sensitive.” he whispered, breathing hard.


“You think you know guilt?” his voice was thick, seductive. You could almost taste the bitter taste of coffee down your throat as he kissed you; his tongue plundering inside your mouth. By the time he pulled away your head was spinning. “I kill people for a living. Your sins are nothing weighed against mine.”

Your throaty moan and the way you arched off the bed made Reborn grind between your legs more insistently, more eagerly than before. You watched as he knelt up and shamelessly freed his arousal from his pants all the while eyeing you with smoldering dark eyes that made you melt in a puddle of need. Gently he lifted your legs to remove your panties, his finger sliding inside you testing how ready you were for him.

“Reborn…” you sounded needy but you couldn’t help it. Especially since he made sure you were watching the way he was slowly thrusting his sex inside you. “Reborn…!”

“Damn it,” he panted against you as he thrust deeper. “Hearing you say my name makes me want to come. Go ahead, darling. Tell me you’re mine.”

Even as you lose your mind to the pleasure of his thrusts you promised yourself you won’t regret this. You wanted this. You wanted him. It didn’t matter if he left after. You were used to being abandoned, anyway.

But Reborn had other plans for you. Despite the guilt of dragging you into the dark world he was in he needed you too much to let you go. You were his.

He proclaimed it hoarsely as you came, trembling in his arms…


He had been foolish and careless.

He was expecting a simple job, really. He was supposed to corner the rat that was leaking information from the Vongola for another Mafia Famiglia and ‘get rid of him’ so he did. Takeshi managed to corner the man in an old apartment building. Had said his words of parting and slashed a sword through his chest. How was he supposed to know the man had a bunch of bombs strapped around his body and a dead man switch in his hand? But then again Takeshi had moved too quickly to find out about these little details.

He tried to outrun the explosion and managed to jump off down one floor to the balcony of the next apartment building over. He had been one millisecond too slow, however. Because a shrapnel from the explosion shot through his shoulder made him lose his balance and land on your balcony, already unconscious.

You rushed out at the sound of the explosion and was shocked at the sight of the bleeding man at your feet. Briefly, it occurred to you that he might be trying to rob you but when you saw the amount of blood pooling around him you kneel down by his side.

“Hello?! What happened?! Can you stand up?!”

No response.

You put your fingers on the inside of his wrist and felt a pulse before grabbing him from under his armpits and pulled him inside your apartment just in time before a bunch of police cars drove by. Looking it up and seeing whatever hit him was shot completely through his body you stop the bleeding and stitch him up as best you could. Your hands were a little unsteady and you had had to silently apologize every time you made a mistake but the man was so unconscious he didn’t even twitch. You thought about calling 911 but you couldn’t for fear of the attention it might bring. You liked your privacy just the way it was, thank you very much.

The next time Takeshi opened his eyes you were there waiting. Your eyes worried and nervous but your lips pursed in determination all the same.

“Hey. How are you feeling?”

Takeshi barely managed to open his eyes at the soft concerned voice and got a glimpse of your eyes before smiling goofily. “Pretty…”

“What?” Great, he’s a weirdo. “I better take you to a hospital―”

“No… No hospital… Might as well let me die… OW!” You knew it wasn’t right to hit a man when he’s down but you couldn’t stop yourself. Hearing such words made you furious. Takeshi, however, pouted at you. “What was that for?!”

You stared back at him and his smile melted away at your glare and your lips pursed in disapproval. “Don’t talk like that, you moron! Do you have any idea how many people would give their right arms just to be alive right now?!”

The Rain Guardian blinked at you incredulously before laughing out loud. Something he regretted instantly as pain shot through him and made him limp.

“Serves you right, idiot.”

“Sorry! Geez! You need to work on your bed side manners.”

“I’d consider that advice if I were a nurse. But I’m not. So screw you.”

Again Takeshi scratched the back of his head at the sight of your displeasure. “I’ve made you mad huh?”

You sigh as you stand up and start to leave. “Lie down while I get you something to eat and see if I’ve got some pain meds.”

For some reason it bothered Takeshi that he upset you and without thinking, he grabbed your wrist and made you look back at him. “Look, I’m sorry, okay?”

Takeshi met your eyes and felt electrocuted by the sheer sadness he saw in there before you blushed and cleared your throat, pulling your wrist away from him and rubbing at it like it burned from his touch. “It’s okay, forget about it. Just… As long as you stay here I don’t want you making jokes like that, alright?”

There was just something so broken about you that the swordsman felt something in his chest thaw a little at the sight of it and by God did it hurt. He couldn’t help but be curious about you while you nursed him back to health.

All through that week you took care of his needs without any complaint despite being so obviously busy with your work. Sometimes, Takeshi could barely get a smile from you. You obviously lived alone and unprotected, surrounded by a mountain of books and that bothered him. You acted all tough and independent but he could see your vulnerability plain as day. You hide just how fragile you were from the world. As time went by Takeshi became more and more restless at the protectiveness you inspired in him.

A couple of days later he got bored lying in bed waiting for you to come home so he decided to see if you had anything he could spend time on. He was certainly not a very big fan of books so he ignored the impressive bookshelves lining your walls and foraged through a drawer where he saw you keep your knick knacks. To his delight he hit pay dirt when he found a tiny photo album.

He was willing to bet the little kid of about seven was you. You had two older people on there who were possibly your parents, and a little boy who looked enough like you to be your brother. He had the same hair color as you. You looked like you have a happy family. His smile melted off as he flipped towards the end of the album and saw you posing happily with your tired looking but smiling brother whose head had been shaved off. From the tubes sticking out of his nose and wrists it was easy to see that he was ill. The paleness and look in his eyes told him that the sickness was terminal. And if you were only seven in this picture then…

No wonder you hit him so hard the first time you guys met.

Flashes of his stupidity back in middle school came back to him all of a sudden. About how he would have leaped off that school building had Tsuna not stopped him. He had taken his life seriously for granted even now.

He needed to apologize to you.

The sound of your footsteps alerted him of your arrival so he returned the album and hurriedly went back to the bedroom and waited for you to greet him. He couldn’t believe just how hard his heart was pounding at the thought of seeing you again after a whole day. But when you didn’t come in after a few minutes he got worried. So he got up and peeked behind the bedroom door that had a view of the entrance. What he saw made envy wrap around his neck like a noose ready to choke him.

“You sure you don’t want me to spend the night?” the man you were with asked, still nuzzling your face and dropping sweet little kisses on your lips.

You smiled tiredly and caressed the man’s face lightly in response. “Sorry. Maybe next week?”

The man frowned. “You’re working too hard. Geez, just let me take care of you.”

You laughed and jealousy twisted in Takeshi’s gut like a fist. It was the first time he’d heard you laugh. It sounded heavenly.

“I’ll be fine. Thanks for walking me home. See you tomorrow?”

The man sighed in frustration but kissed you deeply nonetheless before stepping away and leaving. You watched the man go and it was a while before you even noticed Takeshi had been openly staring at you with the oddest expression on his face. It was strange not to see him smiling.

“Oh, hi, Takeshi,” you greeted him. “Sorry, let me just cook us dinner. I’ll change your bandages later, alright? Are you hungry? I’ll make curry.”

Takeshi focused in releasing small little breaths trying to loosen the anger and the jealousy and the godforsaken want eating at his gut like a goddamned leech. Logically he shouldn’t really be this mad, right? It’s not like you were together. It’s not like you were in love with him.

“So,” he began, still feeling a little breathless from having to strangle the fury from his system. It had been all he could do not to push the door open and cut that man’s head off. “A boyfriend huh?”

“Yeah,” you answered as you began chopping up the onions and all the other ingredients. You decided to get changed while everything simmered. “He’s my boss’ son. We’ve been together since last year.”

“Oh.” Takeshi knew he sounded like he was being strangled but he couldn’t help it. He kept staring at your back feeling like a lump was forming in his throat as he applied all his strength not to just grab you and demand you forget about that smug idiot. “Is it serious?”

“I think so,” you shrugged as you continued to work. “He’s been talking about living together lately. I guess he’s right. It would be cheaper for me.”

“Oh.” Takeshi gritted his teeth now. “He’d be paying the rent?”

“We discussed sharing the rent,” you said, finally done with partially cooking the ingredients in the oil and dumped them all in a kettle to add the water, honey, apples and curry blocks in. “I wouldn’t be comfortable otherwise.”

Bullshit, Takeshi thought viciously. If he really wanted to take care of you he’d pay for the entire thing! He’d marry you and buy you a house and a garden and a room full of your stupid books.

He laughed despite the fact the he wanted to break something. “Really? If it were me I wouldn’t let you have to pay for anything. You’d just live there with my dog and my bird.”

That made you turn around and look at him. “I didn’t know you had pets!”

“Sure do.” He grinned. I can give you everything you could possibly want! “I’ll let you meet them someday.”

And then you smiled one of those smiles that had been making his heart feel like it was floating in the air. Takeshi could only stand there and stare at you in longing, barely even breathing.

Surely you weren’t expecting him to just up and go as soon as he recovered, did you? It’s just not happening. He was too drawn to you, too aware, too obsessed to watch you end up with someone else. He had to do something. He had to do something quick.

That night, after taking a bath and having dinner you were finally ready to change Takeshi’s bandages. You really wished you didn’t have to. Every time you did you couldn’t help but be hyper aware of the lean, well-muscled body just underneath your fingertips. It was a good thing Takeshi was gentleman enough not to make you self-conscious by deliberately cracking jokes and just being his talkative self. He had been a soothing, secure presence in the apartment. You didn’t know why but knowing he was nearby made it feel like nothing and no one could possibly hurt you.

Carrying the bandages and looking forward to his chatter you stopped cold at the bedroom’s threshold, confused when you found it empty. Just when you started wondering where he could be a warm breath whispered over the bare skin of your nape.

“You’re blocking the door.”

You yelped and jumped away only to blush even more at the sight of your houseguest standing behind you fresh from a bath and wearing nothing but a towel.

Your swallowed hard and focused on your concern despite your heart beating a mile a minute. “What were you doing?! You shouldn’t have taken a bath your wounds are still fresh!”

“Don’t worry, I didn’t get them wet. I just scrubbed myself from the waist down. And my face as well. Sponge baths are fun but nothing beats a nice old scrubbing. So? Shall we?” He casually walked passed you, lithe as a wolf and lay on the bed like some Greek god waiting to be fed by his handmaidens!

What’s going on? Something’s different with him tonight. You tried to shrug it off and sat on the bed with him, concentrating on taking off his old bandages first to replace them with new ones. But unlike the past few nights when he drowned the awkwardness with his chatter, tonight Takeshi sat still and silent.

And never took his eyes off you.

You could hear your heart pounding in the silence and your breath was coming faster especially when you had to wrap the bandages around his body and got a whiff of the clean, musky scent of his skin. Somehow, while you were wrapping another strip around him, you lost your concentration. Your fingers slipped and skittered over the skin of his side.

“Hey,” you looked up, wide eyed and blushing at the raspy timber of his voice. It felt like a brush combing over your skin. “That tickles.”

You try to apologize only to be caught by his eyes. You caught your breath at the way they smoldered with something absolutely carnal.

“Takeshi?” you whispered as he leaned down towards you. “What’s happening?”

Instead of answering he caught your lips in a kiss so wanting and needy you could hardly believe you were being kissed by the same person. It was like he was sucking the very soul out of you. You weren’t sure how he did it but somehow, your clothes were on the floor and you were underneath him while he thrust again and again inside you with possessive eagerness.

“You’re breaking it off with him,” he kept whispering in a broken voice in your ear every time your hips met his. “You’re going to choose me…”


You were not having the best day of your life.

Your pervert of a boss found another opportunity to grab your ass again, your annoying coworkers were still a bunch of bitches and somehow, your flat mate left a garbled message in your voicemail about being out of town and that she wasn’t sure if she’ll ever come back again leaving you to pay for the rent all by yourself. And people wonder why you won’t just quit your job. There’s just no way this day could get any worse.

Mentally and emotionally exhausted you walk into your apartment and switched the lights on… Only to almost have a heart attack.


“Shut up.” You promptly obey when you heard the click of a gun as the large, dark man sat up a little bit straighter in your favorite chair and pointed said gun at you. “What are you doing here?”

You swallowed hard before answering. “I-I live here.”

He scowled, apparently not liking the answer. “Where the hell is she?”

“Sorry, who?” you asked, trying to keep yourself calm. You had no doubt your brain will decorate the walls the moment you decide to run. Damn that’s a big gun.

“Veronica.” The man growled. “She said she was going to buy some meds.”

You swallowed. “She- she’s gone. She left me a message earlier. She says she doesn’t know if she’ll ever be back.”

“Son of a bitch.” He muttered through gritted teeth even as he leaned back in your chair again.

He must be your flat mate’s new boyfriend. The big fish she had been singing about these past few weeks who was going to be her ticket out of their hell hole of a life. So why would she drop him off here, obviously injured instead of sending him off to a hospital?

You noticed the smell in the room. The smell of gunpowder and blood. You look at the roughhewn rug you purchased from the flea market for a song last year and saw the warm brown was now rusty with red.

“Sir? Are you alright? Do you want me to get you an ambulance?” Please let me get you an ambulance. Anything to get you out of my house!

“If you try to make one single call, I’ll blow your fucking lungs out. Be quiet.” He ordered. His voice raspy and obviously in pain.

And you really couldn’t stand it. “You’re bleeding.”

He sneered back at her. “Congratulations. You’re smarter than you look.”

Okay now that was just uncalled for. “Can you hold on a bit? I have a med kit in the bathroom I can―”

He aimed the gun at you again. It amazed you that he hasn’t lost consciousness yet despite all that blood loss. “You’re not going anywhere, scum.”

Okay, that’s it. “Look, you’ve got the door covered, I won’t be able to run away. You are bleeding all over my floor and my favorite chair and you have ruined a perfectly good rug. I have had a very bad day, although obviously not as bad as yours. But I am tired, and hungry and the last thing I need is for an obvious criminal insulting me in my own home! Now put your gun down, sit still and let me get my damn med kit so I could at least keep you from dying in my goddamn house!”

Xanxus blinked back at you for what seemed like a full minute and you were half sure he was going to shoot you now. Instead he grunted and did as he was told but his garnet eyes narrowed at you the entire time. Taking that as permission you hurried to the bathroom, tiredly contemplating your life.

You managed to bandage him, thanks to all the busted heads and knees from the little league soccer team you coached over the weekends. You were amazed he did not make a single sound while you were stitching him up. He was wounded pretty bad. It was a good thing whatever hit him came out or you would have been forced to cut him open to get it out. Judging from the scars on his body it seemed this was nothing compared to whatever else he’s been through, though.

Somewhere during your treatment he fell asleep. Worried, you cleaned him up and stayed beside him to watch out for a fever.

Xanxus woke up dizzily at the feel of a soft hand brushing gently over his forehead. The first thought in his brain was that he fell asleep in a brothel. But then your scent wafted through him and he focused on your face.

“Welcome back.” You greeted him, relieved. “Give me a minute.”

Xanxus watched you walk off to the kitchen and come back with a glass of water and some warm soup. He noticed your clothes were still soiled with his blood as you came near.

“Can you sit up? You need to eat. You’ve lost too much blood.”

Xanxus did not move. He had too much pride to show you he can’t feel his arms yet.

You seem to figure that out too because you held the glass of water to his lips to help him drink. You failed miserably. Xanxus sent you a silent glare.

“Sorry,” you frowned, trying to figure out what to do before you pursed your lips and stood up. “Sorry about this.”

Xanxus watched you with some curiosity as you drank the water then leaned down towards him and made him drink the water from your mouth. The Varia Boss imbibed thirstily, not even realizing how parched he was until this.

You held his nicely chiseled chin in your hand and looked him in the eye, watching for any signs of refusal. “More?”

His slight nod was all you needed and you repeated the action. As you two continued he couldn’t help but notice how soft your lips were. How good you smelled. How nice your voice sounded now that you weren’t screaming at him. After finishing the whole glass Xanxus felt better. He could at least move his fingers and his mouth now.

“Okay, the soup’s hot so I can’t do that again but we’ll do this.” You scooped up a spoonful and blew on it until it cooled before holding it against Xanxus’ lips. Luckily he could move his lips and mouth after the water.

After feeding him you wiped away a few strands of hair from your forehead and sighed. “Is there anyone you want me to call? Anyone who can pick you up?”

Xanxus thought of Squalo and how he would have to deal with the Shark’s bitching if he didn’t at least let the trash know where he was so he nodded. You held your phone for him while he tapped out the numbers. The voice that answered nearly cost you your eardrums.




Xanxus raised a brow at you and you answer for him and gave the loud man on the other line your address.


“No, Veronica was the one who got me in this shit in the first place before running off like the bitch she is. Now pick me up, fucking Shark or I’ll make it so you’ll be shitting through your forehead.” Xanxus hung up without further ado.

“He sounds like he was really worried about you.” You couldn’t help but smile. “I suppose you guys are a group, huh? What’s your motto? Swearing is Caring?”

To your surprise, his lip actually twitched at that. Despite being pretty sure he was a murdering psychopath, you couldn’t help but like him. He had a well-worn look on his face that told you this man had it rough. The kind that crawled out from the dirt to get to the top.

“Still hungry? Want me to make you something else?”


You blinked and stared back. “Yeah?”

“I kill people for a living.”

“Um… I kinda guessed the moment you pulled a gun on me and threatened to blow my brains out.”

“Then why the hell are you being so fucking nice? I could order my men to rape and kill you when they come here if I wanted. And then I could shoot you dead.”

You winced. “Would you really do that? I hope you won’t. Because that would really suck.”

You surprised a snort out of him. “You’re a fucking weirdo.”

“And you swear too much. Not that I mind. Now I don’t know about you but I’m famished. Hold on a minute and I’ll get us some decent breakfast. You’d probably want to walk out of here by the time they come instead of crawl. Or worse yet, get carried off bridal style.”

It had taken approximately forty five minutes before the rest of the Varia arrived. It was full-fledged pandemonium for a total of five minutes while Squalo screamed, Levi wailed, Lussuria wept, Belphegor giggled and Mammon erased all evidence that they have been there. He was about to float over to you and get rid of the witness but Xanxus’ voice stopped the illusionist.

“Hold it. No one’s touching that. That one’s mine.”

You met his eyes with your questioning ones but his face was the same solemn granite you had beheld all night long. His beautiful ruby eyes arrested you into stillness. It was like being caught in hypnosis. You barely even noticed how his companions threw you curious and assessing looks as they protectively ushered their Boss away.

He stuck in your mind, that Xanxus. Even after a week you couldn’t get him out of your head. He was an enigmatic man. You don’t usually go for bad boys but there was just something so… special about him for lack of a better word. A curious brand of strength mixed with a soul that had known too much hurt.

She should really stop thinking about him. Life moved on and at least she was alive. She had bigger problems. Like the rent. So when a male coworker expressed interest in become flat mates with you you pounced on the chance and took him home.

Imagine the poor guy’s shock when he was met with the barrel of a gun between the eyes.


Who the fucking hell is this?!

“Wait, you can’t kill him! He’s going to be my new flat mate!”

If you thought that was going to calm him down then you have another think coming.

“Listen, boy,” Xanxus growled. His voice low, raspy and utterly deadly. “You’ve got three seconds to move your ass or you’ll be feeding the sewer rats tonight. One.”

Your hopes were dashed in less than a second as your guest ran screaming bloody hell into the night.

“What do you think you’re doing?!” you were almost in tears as you stomped a foot on the floor. “How am I going to pay the rent this month?!”

“Fuck the rent. I’ll set you up in a penthouse.” He snarled as he put his gun away and stalked towards you. “Hell, I’ll give you a fucking mansion!”

“And how am I going to pay for something like that, Mr. Big Shot?”

You’re sarcasm was cut off when he pushed you against the wall, his eyes again pinning you like a butterfly on a board and you felt that pull again. The same one you felt the last time you saw him before he left.

“By becoming mine, of course.” He growled quietly as he leaned towards you.

You try to push him away, your cheeks red and your eyes glaring. “I am not Veronica. I am not going to be her replacement, you idiot! Let go!”

“Moron,” he huffed in amusement at your futile attempts to free yourself from him. “Veronica wasn’t my woman; she’s just a fuck toy. You’re going to belong to me. Anybody else tries anything on you; I’ll blow their fucking brains out.”

Somehow, as he caught your lips in a heated, passionate kiss, you couldn’t help but think that this just may be the most romantic thing anyone’s ever said to you.

And then you melted in his embrace…

Happy Ending*

Authors Note: Since I am studying for it, why the heck not use it and make a one shot about it?

You never thought you would say it, but you missed University. Six months ago, your boyfriend beaming at you while sitting by your applauding parents as you walked off the stage with a degree in your hand.

And God, you missed University. You only had your degree for a couple of days, enjoying your time off with Harry in LA when companies started to sent you mails, almost begging for joining their company.

It almost felt like it was too much to ask to have a carefreeness lunch with your boyfriend, who was sitting across you in Café Habana. The place was peaceful, almost to peaceful, filled with green plants that made you feel closer to the nature, jazz music leaving the speakers. You felt at peace, enjoying every moment with Harry who was scrolling through his phone.

You admired him, always thankful to have such an amazing boyfriend. Ray-Ban sunglasses resting on his nose, arms relaxed while take a bite of his food, eyes glued to his phone.

You wanted to send your mother a mail, filled with nice pictures from Malibu - the place you were visiting that day when it all stated. You opened the app, when all the notifications started filling in, making embarrassing sounds. Letting people look up, including Harry.

You graduated your study because it was your passion, you loved learning it and it interested you, you loved talking about and you loved sharing it. It was your study choice before you met Harry and still was after Harry.

You could say you were disappointed, people always wanting the same. Companies asking to promote their tea on your Insta, sending you clothes - so hopefully paparazzi would catch you, wearing it.

It was so tiring, not enjoying the attention one bit. Hard to believe that even companies, where you should work for tried to ask - you on a interview and not the other way for that one little thing: “success”. You still didn’t get it, you weren’t the famous one, you were one’s girlfriend.

So after you little trip to America, you started searching for a company, who didn’t reach out to you and started going to interviews to the companies who didn’t begged for an interview, explaining who you were - not Harry Styles’ girlfriend, who could promote their company and getting even bigger because of you. You explained why you studied this and why they should chose you. And not for some stupid title. And they did, they chose you - because you were you, and you wanted it that way.

After your first day at your new workplace, Harry waited impatiently at your little studio enjoying his coffee. He just came home himself, his hair freshly-cut which you took a liking to, but still needing to adjust. A following part of his newest photoshoot for the magazine, Another Man.

Harry knew that he needed to relax but he couldn’t help himself, enjoying a break couldn’t without it being a little bit hectics. A movie to film, A photoshoot with Another Man and a couple more projects, he wasn’t allowed to tell yet were on his planning and you knew that. But he was there, after your first day at work. Opening the door of your studio, seeing your boyfriend leaning at the kitchen counter, smirking at you.

“And?” You sighed, Harry face immediately fell. Taking off you coat silently, putting your purse with your contract on the table. You rise your head up, meeting his eyes who looked worried which let your mouth corners curl up, quitting the act in a instant.

“I love it! My co-workers are s’nice, there is this girl.. Stella and she’s so lovely. We’re grabbing coffee next Thursday..-” You were babbling happily, moving your hands enthusiast letting Harry’s stomach flutter with butterflies in his stomach. Eyes lighting up.

You loved your new job, his girl was loving her new job. Waling towards him, giving him a peck, making yourself at home. Before continuing “My hours are pretty damn good, I work every Tuesday at home, so I can clean, cook, helping a lil’ bit in the household between my working hours-” Your eyes stood happily, and he was lovin’ every second of it. His baby was happy.

Harry let you speak, with a lot of hand gestures - him sipping his coffee empty while looking at you under his eyelashes. You looked so happy.

You started to miss University a couple weeks later.

It all started going downhill when Harry went his way to Dunkirk, filming his movie-debut. You were happy for him, really were, even went to a couple of his clothing-fittings. But the studio was empty and when you came from a good long day at work, you didn’t had someone to talk to, to search your work stories with, about your crazy co-worker being… well.. crazy and you just missed Harry.

Of course you could call your best friend, your mom or even Gemma but they weren’t your lovely boyfriend, who snuggled closely to you when even you liked your work - you had a tough day or made your favourite meal when you were too tired to cook as he had a rough day himself, being followed by paparazzi and fans, going to meetings.. You just missed your boyfriend..

At University, you didn’t had time to miss him- you had evening-classes, assignments to write and tests to study for. So you missed somewhat University.

It was Stella who suggested it, after listening or better said whining that you missed Harry cause he was once again away - now to Urk, somewhere in the Netherlands,- you had your degree from University,  but still sucked at Geography.

“I follow this massage class, it’s Monday and Wednesday evening. It’s very relaxing. You should join us, Ada wouldn’t mind!” Stella was very convincing.

So a couple days later you were laying in a massage chair, Stella kneading your shoulders while Ada started explaining everything what this lesson would include. You already had a liking towards Ada, she was a woman, around her forties, wrinkles around her eyes, with thin lips sharing her passion.

Her thin lips formed a smug smile when you applied for the course. Already having every supplies with you to achieve a good giving-massage.

“Everyone s’ welcome ‘ere!” And you felt that way. Ada explained everything in details, not forgetting one move, how to hold your fingers to add more pressure till the kneading in the sides of your back.

You hummed content as Stella added pressure in your lowly back, slowing going upwards never loosen the strength.

“Harry’ gonna be surprised when he’ll be home.” Stella giggled, while kneading the sides of your back.. Rolling the skin between her fingers. “Yeh told him nothing. S’ gonna be a surprise when he’ll be back from filming the movie.”

Both deep in thoughts while Stella finished the massage. You squeezing your legs more together by the thought of massaging Harry’s full body, laying vulnerable in bed, enjoying your hands kneading his body-

Harry come home on a Monday afternoon. Tired as usual. It didn’t matter if he came from tour, a interview, a photoshoot or the ending of filming a movie. Harry was always tired after work.

Strong arms around your waist, twirling you around. Face nuzzled in your neck, taking your perfume in. He had missed you, every little piece of you.

He had missed the mornings when he woke up and saw laying on your stomach, cheeks pressed in the mattress, lips slightly open, eyelids closed while your nose was shoved in the side of his back. He loved morning with you.

He loved waking you up, his voice all raspy , hands stroking your back, giving you soft kisses on your face, seeing you mouth corners curl ups slowly, - waking up.

He loved spending his days with you, having lunch in your favourite little restaurant in the centre of London, visiting his parents or yours when they were in town.

He just loved you.

He hated himself for leaving you behind, when he had another task to do,seeing you face crumble with teary-eyes at home or at the airport leaving you once again.

And every time when he came home to you after such a crazy day, week and sometimes even months he was glad to have his best friend back in his arms.

Harry hummed content, already planning a nice evening by only the two of you when your phone started beeping, disturbing you. Harry moaned, nuzzling even more into your neck, giving you forceful pecks, nibbling on your flesh, sucking on that one peculiarity spot.

“Harry.. Can’t- Need to be somewhere..” You moaned, feeling the blood get sucked towards your skin.

When the words left your mouth, you felt him stop, lifting his head from your neck. “Wha’.. M’just back?”

Guilt couldn’t even describe how you felt as your eyes wandered around his face. Face fallen, disappointment in his eyes, lips thin. He was pissed.

He just had left you for two months! “Were yeh going’ goin?” Every scenario flashed through his mind. What could possibility be more important then him coming home? “Baby.. I.”

Clapping your hands on both sides of his face, kissing the crease between his eyebrows, hoping it would fade away, not that it was really helping. “Yeh leaving me? F’wha? A get-together with your colleagues? ‘F you don’t see them enough.” Harry took your hands off his way, storming to your couch in your little studio.

“Harry..” You whined, looking at the clock on your phone- screaming to you to leave-

“Wha’ s’more important than me at t’moment?” You rolled your eyes, hovering over a grumpy boyfriend who’s ego was busting. “You’ll understand.. very soon.” Lips lightly touching his, Harry’s hands instant flaring up to the back of your neck, trying to deepen the kiss. You declined, trying to get yourself together, needing to leave.

“Not that harsh!” Stella shrieked when you pressure was too hard. Watching you with big pupils. ”Sorry!”

“Harry’s home.” You explained. “He’s grumpy that I left. I bet he thinks I’m cheating.” You continued, while kneading her legs.

Sadly Harry did. He already called his sister, asking what he should do, trying to get the scenario out of his head but couldn’t. He was scared that he didn’t know about some handsome co-worker that started working at your company while he was away.

Luckily Gemma knew about your evening classes- you told her a couple weeks ago when you two went for lunch. Gemma tried to reassure him, that he worrying about nothing.

“Y’don’t know tha’ for sure! Bet she wouldn’t tell tha’ especially her boyfriend’s sista.” Harry snapped, getting irritated by Gemma. He was trying to focus on an episode of Family Guy when he called her.

Gemma ignored the snapping, still trying to sooth him till Harry could hear the front door opening. “Gotta go. See ya!” He interrupted, ending the phone call without waiting on a response.

“Hi, sweet!” You mumbled when you walked in the living room, looking relaxed and tired. Stella did wonders this evening when she felt your tense muscles. Letting you fall next to him, in the couch. Your head on his shoulder. “Hi, love.”

You hummed content at the sight. A good looking boyfriend, naked torso trying to watch Family Guy,- something you’ll never get since it’s wasn’t that funny;

There was a silence between you, only Stewie voice filing the room. Harry was slightly pouting, arms crossed, trying to concentrate. Something harder than he imagined since you’ve been watching him the moment you stumbled next to him. You started to get impatient, wanting to touch him, making love to-

“I missed you.” You whispered, getting closer to him, while your hand followed the lines of his leaf tattoos when you spare hand found his way to the back of his neck, massaging it, giving little squeezes.

Harry moaned content, Family Guy all forgotten, instead watching you intense. You were looking at him with big pupils, biting your lips.

Something has changed, even when you were so good at massaging his scalp before. Your touch was different, your fingers tip have gotten more fierce, while your palm pushed his skin upwards.

Harry liked the passion in your fingertips.

“I’ve been taking classes. S’way I was away..” Only thing Harry could do was moan, mouth slightly open, eyes closed while you kept massaging his scalp.  

“I need to practice on someone. Wanna be me’ model?” You whispered in his ear, tongue ticking his earlobe, after nibbling on it. Harry could only nod.

Leading him towards your bedroom, demanding him to take his clothes off while you run into your bathroom, searching for the almond oil, deep down in the cabinet.

You smiled smugly when you saw him laying on his stomach, only in his briefs. His cheeks pressed in the mattress. Green eyes following every move. Only in his shirt and red lace-panties.

He got goosebumps only from that view, you didn’t even started and he felt his cock already stiffen’ up.

“The bed is too low to stand, So guess I’ll sit on your cute bum.” You hummed while straddling him, taking the bottle of oil with you. “Fine by meh.”

Pumping oil in your hand, rubbing it together to get it warm. You were excited to touch him in such a sensual way and that’s what you did, you hands touching his warm body, starting to spread the oil on his body.

It gave Harry shivers all over his body, he wanted to blame the oil to be too cold but when you pressed your hands in his lower back, going slowly upwards, your whole body going with your hands he knew you were good.

Your were really that good.

Kneading his neck and he could feel your warm breath in his ear. “Missed you babe, take this as your ‘Welcome back’ gift.” Harry moaned when you started to give him kisses in the crook of his neck while kneading the back of his neck, slowly going backwards to his back.

And you did it again.

Hands on his lower back, going upwards, kneading his neck. “How was Urk?” You giggled, only getting moans in response. “Guess it went alright? Your muscles are really tense, babe.”

His eyes still closed, enjoying the feeling of your soft, little hands on his back- while your palms added more pressure in his shoulders, your front putting automatically more pressure into his bum.

Drawing circles around his vertebras, kneading his sides, letting the skin roll between your fingers, pressing your fingers and palm harder, trying to release the tensed muscles. God, Harry loved your hands on him.

Only one thing started to tense more.

Sliding of his bum, letting Harry protest loudly. “No’ babe- keep goin’.” Wanting you right there, where you were before.

“No, M’gonna put my hands on your cute, little butt!” You explained, pulling his briefs harshly down. Him shrieking. “Wha’!?”

He thought he wouldn’t like it till you started kneading it and squeezing it. Making your hand in a fist, while your wrist started twirling, your other hand following flatly with, stroking it.

Harry moaning. He adjusted his body so he could take a better look at you. His eyes were now wide open, green eyes never leaving you, he noticed your hair falling out of your bun and his shirt hanging nicely on your body. You were perfect, you were concentrated, doing every movement Ada thought you, not even noticing his staring-

When you putted his briefs up again, he was protesting once again.

He shut his mouth immediately when you fingers slid to his legs, between his thighs. That’s when you started to tease him, kneading a little bit closer upfront than necessary. “Pet..” He tried to warn you, looking at you with narrowed eyes.

But you acted like you didn’t notice the warning, you massaged his legs, trying to keep your smile limited by the reactions you received. Your breathing started to get heavier, both did.

You felt the need to start to massaging his front, seeing his mouth open, and hearing his moans more clearly while you massaged his arms and stomach.

“Turn around, babe.” It was barely hearable, just above a whisper but still he heard you. Harry did what you asked him do. Eyes on you, while you grounded your hips against his crotch. Combined moans filling your small bedroom.

“Fuck.. Pet.” Harry couldn’t even finish his sentence before another moan left his mouth, shifting a little so your centre was directly on his. “I..-”

You started spreading oil on his arms, face close to his, your noses almost touching. You smelled the sweet sent of mint coming out of his mouth, breath on your face, lips hovering yours.

You started to thrust yourself on his painful erection while your hands were stroking his arms, trying to still massage them. “Please..” Harry’s head fell on the hard mattress, looking at the ceiling, biting on his button lip to neglect another moan when you thrust your hips faster and harder to add friction.

Oily hands found their way to his neck, while you lips collided, little soft pecks were given. You could feel your underwear getting soaked and the outline of his dick through his briefs.

Harry’s lips found their way to your collarbone, leaving soft kisses on them, tongue poking out a couple times, while sucking. You moaned in pleasure.

You had missed him so much and you couldn’t wait anymore to touch him, kiss him, feel him. You just wanted him.

The massage all forgotten.

You started crawling backwards, and kneeled between his legs, sliding the black briefs slowly down his legs. It only took a couple second before his erection stood free. A sigh leaving his mouth, finally feeling released.

No warning, you took him all in your mouth. Harry hand gripping the sheet next to him, his spare one on the back of your neck, buckle his hips up, letting you gag “Fuck.. I.. -Give meh a warning first.”

You pulled your mouth slowly back, letting your tongue twirl around the top. Harry breathing fasten while your started sucking at the head, tasting the salt from his pre-come coming out his cock. A whisper leaving his mouth.. “God.”

You continued to bob your head, while stroking the rest of him, not forgetting his balls. Harry licked his lips, moaning once again by the sight. Round ass up, your breasts showing thanks to the wide collar from his shirt, nipples hard and you were taking him, inch by inch, locking eyes with him.

Unaware had Harry pushed you all the way down on himself, causing your eyes to water and feel as if you were choking. “Babe- ”

You jolted up. Harry protesting wanting your mouth back were it belonged.

In no time, you discarded your lace thongs. Harry gazing. He just couldn’t keep his eyes off you. You hips were hovering over his, your centre slightly touching his shaft. Throwing your head back as you felt his erection.

Harry reached out for his dick, slowly moving his tip at your centre. You knees almost gave in, by the feeling. “Harry.. Please..”

So that’s what Harry did. He adjusted himself at your centre and let push yourself down. Both leaving moans when you reached the base of his cock. Ha

You were full, full of him and you felt your stomach tense up. You started to ride him, pulling yourself up to let you afterwards sunk yourself back down.

Fingers were entangled while Harry started moving, him wanting you even deeper and you shallowing hard while bouncing on his length.

“Fuck..” Slapping of skin, you whispering, moaning his name in a beautiful melody.

“I know..” You let out a cry from pleasure, feeling your eyes watering. Lifting your hips, Harry bucking them up, while you dropped back down. Thrusts meeting each other.

You were grinning even harder, groans leaving each other mouths in unison. Hips moving in synch. Sweat was dripping of your forehead, and you felt yourself clench around him.

Trying to get a better grip on Harry’s hand, you gave a couple more thrusts. Harry’s groaning mixed with your whispers and you both knew you almost were there.  “M’close.. M’close…” You panted, while trying to get yourself up, failing miserably, knees giving in.

Harry tried to support you with his elbows, trying to give you more strength but feeling your walls clench around him, made him weak. “Just do it’ pet..”

“C’mon..” His hands were on your hips, helping to steady yourself while you sunk yourself once again down, your petite hands on his shoulders. Whispers leaving your mouth.

The climax was close, thrusts got faster, but sloppier. Harry’s head fell back, eyes rolling backwards while you rode him, feeling himself close to the edge. Your lips attaching into his neck, leaving moans against his flesh.

You were closing and loosing in a rapid speed around him, trying to get a couple more thrust done, before reaching your orgasm.

Crying out his name, hands tighten and a hard thrust was what got you over the edge. A lump was formed in your mouth, sight blurry while Harry keept bucking his hips up, trying to reach his.

Not that much later feeling his cum lashing inside you, letting you whisper from the warm feeling. Arms giving in, letting your collapse above him, both breathless. “That was amazing.”

You hummed in response, lifting your now - very, heavy head up. Harry’ head close to yours, your lips touching, instantly opening your mouth to deepen the kiss.

You ended the kiss. Harry pulling himself out, already missing the warmth around him as you rolled off him, nuzzling to his side.

You really missed him. You really had missed the affection between the two of you.

Arms were wrapped around you waist, trying to get you as close as possible. Soft kisses on your shoulders letting you smile in content. This was the kind of happy ending you liked.

Stupid way to end the one shot, I know and I’m so sorry about but yeah..  I am not a expert on writing smut (or writing in general), but bare with me. English is not my first language, so be nice.

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Too many awful and devastating things have been happening this year, I’m honestly speechless……To pay tribute to the beautiful and loving Jay who was always so caring always spreading love and positivity, go to your loved ones, if you have a good relationship with your mom, go to her, visit her this weekend, hug her, tell her you love her and how much you’re thankful for having her. Go to your loved ones, the person you care the most about, talk to them, show them love. We take many good things in life for granted.
Football player Gabriel Paulista lost a dear friend of his in the plane crash and he said he had the urge to talk to him on his birthday but for some reason he pushed it for another day, he will forever live with that regret in his life so to quote him on his moving words: “If you think you want to do something, just get out there and do it, because we don’t know what tomorrow brings”

got7 reaction to their best friend falling asleep in their dorm

“May I please have a Got7 reaction to their best friend (to everyone in the group) falling asleep in the dorm, but them being to scarred to wake her up because they think she looks too peaceful? –thanks”

Thank you for requesting; if you want this done with any of the other groups I write for please let me know. And if you want any Christmas themed ones please message me.


He’d probably leave you to sleep since you looked so peaceful, he’d get you a blanket so you wouldn’t be cold, and then sit on the other sofa playing in his phone or something

Originally posted by mintokkies


Jinyoung would probably be the same as JB in all honesty, he’d be quite worried to wake you so he’d just let you rest, he’d bring you a blanket and watch you snuggle into it

Originally posted by gotsolucky


He’s gonna let you sleep, he’d be sat on the sofa probably staring at you every now and again cause you’re so peaceful

Originally posted by yituans


He’s gonna wake you, you’re his best friend and he wants some attention haha,  you’d be pouty at first cause he just woke you tf 

Originally posted by got7ish


Ah this angel is going to let you sleep, he’d feel bad if he woke you ngl, you’d wake up to find him beaming at you with his adorable lil smile omg

Originally posted by mjbm


You’re fooled if you think he wouldn’t wake you, you would wake up to find him running around or doing some strange shit lmao 

Originally posted by igoott7


Giant makne is gonna let you sleep, of course he’d get you a blanket,  think he’d be way to worried to wake you since you probably had a long day at school

Originally posted by merry7

with love, from anonymous (chapter 4) - written with @adamparishe

Summary:  Isak just wants to get his coffee in peace, Even has a crush, and there’s a secret admirer on the loose. 

Notes: as always, a big big thank you to my lovelies @stardefiant & @koninginnen, without whom this chapter would be an absolute mess. i love you and please love them, too. 

Pairing: Isak/Even

Chapters: 4/14

Words: 8,018


Even doesn’t do the gym thing too often, but ever since Isak started replying to his notes, he’s had to find a way to blow off a little steam. It’s a wonderful experience – getting to know Isak past first impressions, starting to realize he’s more than just the beautiful boy who’d caught his eye in the courtyard months back, and catching glimpses of his secret smiles when he’s looking down at Even’s ripped notebook paper in front of his locker, hands clutching at it like a lifeline.


See... That WAS Fun

Summary: Bucky asks you about face riding, resulting in an eventful afternoon. Based on the following anonymous request:

Hi I’m not sure if you’re taking requests but I love love love your blog and I was wondering if you could do one where you ride Bucky’s face? Thank you 💜💜 (your writing Is so amazing)

Author: buckysplums14

Pairings: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 1070 (Sorry, the requested ones ended up being a little shorter than usual.)

Warnings: face riding, some language

Originally posted by agent-peggy

You sat on your bed reading your favorite fanfiction in peace, finally getting some rest after a series of missions that had seemed to last forever. For once, you were getting some well-deserved peace and quiet and you planned on enjoying every second. Just when you had started to relax and snuggle up in the blankets you heard a knock at the door.

“Yes?” you tried not to get out of the zone too much, and your response had come out sounding slightly annoyed.

“Y/N? Are you busy? I can come back later…” you heard the uninvited guest mumble. You recognized his voice immediately and stopped reading.

“Bucky? You can come in.” you smiled. He slowly opened the door and came in, closing it behind him.

“You mind?” he gestured towards the bed.

“Not at all.”

He sat down by your knees. “What are you up to?”

“You came in here just to see what I was up to?” you chuckled.

“Well, no…” he trailed off and looked away.

“What, then?” you giggled. He looked almost embarrassed.

“I wanted to ask if you could explain something to me that Sam said.”

“Okay?…” you tried to egg him on.

“He was joking around with me and Steve about you and Sharon, and he mentioned something, like… sitting on our faces, or riding our faces? It sounded like a sex thing…”

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The “Dr. Spencer Reid’s hair through the series” walkthrough

Season 1: the “Good afternoon sir, i’m your daughter’s lesbian lover”

Season 2: the “high school nerd”

Season 3: the “still haven’t quite got the grasp of what hair works for me”

Season 4: the “i pull of the 90′s grunge look better then you”

season 5: the “i’m basically a Spaniel by this point”

Season 6: the “your daughter calls me daddy too”

Season 7: the “i bet you thought i couldn’t pull this off”

season 8: the “i’m basically kurt cobain”

season 9: the “sin sin sin sin sin sin”

Season 10: the “i’m a scientist and according to my calcula-”

Season 11: the “ so basically i can pull of looking homeless”

so there you have it he can look good with any haircut 

thank for listening peace out

when taylor retires
  • taylor in 2103 when she decides to retire: to the fans, thank you for the support through all these years. i wouldn't have made it without you. i can't thank you enough, so to show appreciation, i want to give you all a few things
  • taylor: this is the 12 minutes of all too well
  • taylor: this is the red tour DVD
  • taylor: these are the polaroids i took with harry when we were lying on the couch and then after we decided to move the furniture so we could dance baby like we stood a chance 2 paper airplanes flying flying flyi-
  • taylor: this is a new studio album
  • taylor: i'll be doing a stadium world tour, 359 shows to be exact
Say You’ll Haunt Me Pt. 1 (A Kenny Omega Story)

Kenny Omega x Reader

So, this is my first time posting a fic on here. I’ve never shared my writing before so be gentle. A huge thank you to @daintymissdevitt for the encouragement and inspiration <3

Warnings: One character gets attacked by a wolf early on but it’s not too graphic.

It was the middle of the night and I was out laying under the stars. I had set up camp at sunset and settled in for a night of peace away from the hustle and bustle of the city I called home. Sometimes I just needed to get away. I dealt with a lot of anxiety and had unhealthy stress levels on a daily basis. Nature helped me let go of all of that for a while and I looked forward to it once a month. The dark sky was blanketed with stars and I laid back on a large plush wolf blanket admiring the beauty. I felt the stress slowly melt away.

I was feeling pretty good until I heard a howl. It was loud and close. It echoed off the trees that surrounded the clearing. I heard steps and rustling nearby. I stood abruptly listening carefully to the noises around me. There was a rustling in the trees to my left that sent a shiver down my spine but it was the pair of glowing blue orbs radiating from the brush in front of me that made me tremble. My brain screamed for me to run but it was as if my body was frozen in place. Something told me running wouldn’t save me anyway so I stood there paralyzed with fear staring into the eyes of some unknown creature snarling in the darkness. The bushes shook violently and I saw a huge mass of black and gray leap through the air. Giant paws slammed against my chest, the claws digging painfully into my flesh as I was pushed back to the ground with enough force to knock all the air from my lungs. My vision blurred as the creature looked down at me with it’s teeth bared. My life didn’t flash before my eyes like I expected as I looked into the wolf’s icy blue stare. The last thing I saw was a set of sharp teeth headed straight for my neck. My vision faded as unbearable pain took over.

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The Last Dance | Ch. 4 | JK

Genre: Angst

Pairing: Reader x Jungkook

Summary: Dance has always been your passion and when the chance to actually work at an entertainment company came around, you didn’t hesitate to accept the offer. And so you became one of Bighit’s new choreographer/dancer. It didn’t take long for you to get to know the members of BTS and get close to the dance line. But one day you realized that what you felt for one of them was much more than what you thought and a lot stronger…but it was already too late. What you thought would always be there started fading…

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Word count: 3.240

A/N: HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!!! ❤ I hope next year will be a good one and will bring you more happiness, peace and achievements. We all deserve it! Thank you for reading my fics!! Thank you for all the sweet messages and support!! I love you all!❤ This is my gift to you! I hope it turned out well (especially the last part since I had to pull an allnighter to finish it and I am dead tired rn rofl). Enjoy~ ^^

The sound of the ambulance racing down the empty streets of the city was the only thing disturbing the silence of the night, red color painting the buildings as it passed by. The studio where music was blasting up till a few minutes ago, was now covered in darkness and the same deadly silence that was uncommon for it at a time when you would most likely pour your heart into dancing. Hoseok’s eyes would not leave your fragile body that was lying lifelessly on the stretcher. His heart was still beating fast out of fear and worry, just like it did when he saw you falling unconscious -again- in his arms as soon as his name left your lips. It was so strange for him to see you like this, the girl that was always full of energy and passion. It was usually the other way around, you caring for the members that were tired after practice.

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MHA dub episode 4 commentary 

  • i think it’s interesting that Endeavor is known as the “Legendary Peace-Keeper” considering what an asshole he is
  • also his fire beard is animated nicely
  • Best Jeanist’s clothes annoy me
  • i wonder how much money UA gets that they can build separate mock-cities for entrance exams 
  • ok i think i’m getting used to Present Mic’s dub voice but he still sounds too much like Usopp to me
  • he’s got. so many bad puns. it’s perfect
  • how many bad puns can you fit into one character
  • jfc Iida you have zero chill Izuku is just trying to thank Uraraka, my tall rectangular boy
  • “Why do I feel like everyone’s already written me off…” i’m sorry my boy
  • Aoyama’s fucking frilly track suit tho
  • ok i’ve swallowed a single strand of hair before by accident and it is THE MOST UNCOMFORTABLE FEELING EVER so i feel for you Izuku my child, i feel for you, it is not a good feeling
  • it is so gross
  • the “clench your buttcheeks” like always makes me laugh lmao
  • i like Aoyama’s dub voice lmao
  • also his goddamn shoujo-level sparkly laser
  • Aoyama’s staring at the fucking school camera as he attacks villains
  • i swear to god i’ve heard Nedzu’s voice somewhere before
  • *giant-ass fucking terrifying robot appears* Izuku: “ISN’T THIS A LITTLE EXTREME??” that’s the point, my boy
  • once again: i wonder how much money UA has to make a giant ass mecha 
  • i really like how Izuku’s eyes are super green with everything sorta faded out in this scene, where Uraraka is trapped and he’s remembering when she helped him earlier
  • ok i think i’m getting used to Uraraka’s voice
  • ugh i love this background music
  • “That’s right. Show who you are!! Embody what it means to be a hero!!” All Might is a proud dad
  • “Nothing is nobler… than self-sacrifice!!” idk man i don’t think that’s exactly correct there but ok
  • All Your Limbs Are Broken: Starring Izuku Midoriya
  • the animation of Izuku’s broken body just flapping in the wind is fucked up yo
  • Izuku is so ready to break his arm to soften his landing and Uraraka just comes outta no where and slaps him
  • i mean i know she’s doing it so he can float and all but out of context it’s like she’s slapping him for trying to hurt himself by using OFA again
  • i love Uraraka’s rainbow sparkly barf
  • Izuku 3 of your limbs are broken and yet you’re still worried about if Uraraka is ok. god what a sweetheart
  • Izuku is fucking crawling with one hand. my boy. my child. no don’t do that
  • i love how Aoyama always looks at the camera
  • i just noticed that Iida has a little cup (probably full of orange juice) strapped to his belt
  • i kinda love how Iida is mentally berating the other kids for not understanding exactly what Izuku did (which was sacrificing everything to save Uraraka)
  • Recovery Girl’s voice is perfect
  • ok i think i’m used to Iida’s voice now
  • Inko has the perfect worried mom voice
  • “Why are you smiling at that fish??”
  • i mentioned this before but i enjoy how Izuku just absent-mindedly picks up that fucking huge dumbbell weight
  • i fucking love Izuku’s fucking All Might themed door name
  • “BOOYAH I AM HERE AS A PROJECTION-MAN NOW!!” what a f ucking dork
  • “I KNOW IT’S BEEN A WHILE, BUT WITH GREAT POWER COMES A GREAT AMOUNT OF PAPERWORK!!” i’m pretty sure Spidey never said it like that, Toshi
  • what a dork
  • All Might can’t take camera directions i love him
  • fuck i love him
  • so much
  • “Um… do you know he guy with the really messy hair and freckles? Um. He doesn’t really stand out… it’s kinda hard to describe his face really?” Izuku: “SHE MEANS ME”
  • ugh i love this angel chorus bg music
  • i enjoy Mic’s headpat to Uraraka
  • ok i’m just gonna say the focus on Self Sacrifice is a Bad Thing (thankfully the manga starts to deconstruct this later on but yeah)
  • i enjoy how Izuku’s All Might doll from when he was a kid is on his desk, and there’s like… very slight signs of wear on it
  • also fuck i love the music in this series
  • poor Inko is worrying her little heart out outside of Izuku’s room
  • also i’m not sure if i’ve said this but i actually like the ending song more than the opening
  • “Your teacher will show no mercy, and will expel students who do poorly…. BUT NO PRESSURE!!!!” Toshi no
  • All Might: “OH NO…. WHAT THE HECK ARE YOU DOING WITH YOUR INDEX FINGER?? AUAUUUGHHHH!!!! *horrified scream*” i’m sorry but out of context this sounds very, very odd

ok that’s it for ep 4 lmao


Originally posted by bunbun-21

Member: Jungkook of BTS
Word Count: 760
Content: fluff, snow, greasy boyfriend!jungkook
Summary: A jolly day with Jungkook who loves to be bothersome only to kiss and make it better ;)

Surprise! I’m your secret santa, @jeonsin . I had lots of fun being your btsecretsanta and enjoyed your reactions hehe. I hope you had as good as a time as I did. Here’s your gift from me, your Jeon Claus ♡❅ Have a Merry Christmas and let’s definitely talk more ^.^ Feel free to send me a message~

(Thank you to the @btsecretsanta admins for putting this together. I really had a good time and you two handled the whole event really well c:)

It’s peaceful. That’s the simplest way to explain the floating sensation she feels right now as if she were in a swimming pool or gently swaying on a swing. The warm swelling in her chest keeps her comfortably anchored, keeping her from floating too far. And even as the burning light bites at the darkness behind her lids, she can’t help but still feel at ease, even though the morning light hurts her eyes.

“Gosh, you’re finally awake!”

Jungkook grins when she flinches at the sound of his voice, successfully pulling her completely out of dreamland. She gazes at him through the sleep in her eyes and yawns, exaggerating the sound until the higher octaves are inaudible. Jungkook laughs a little, scooping his girlfriend into his arms so she sits up with him. She doesn’t contribute, but he doesn’t mind; he just wants to hold her.

“Good afternoon, snowflake,” he says, cuddling his face against hers. She can feel her cheeks prickle from the inevitable blush from the seasonal nickname.

“Good morning, Jeon.”

A grin grows on his face. “Do you know what time it is?”


“It’s time to go outside and fully experience the snow, alternatively known as 12:23, not morning time,” he teases, making his girlfriend playfully roll her eyes.

“Don’t tell me the specifics,” she groans in faux caricatural annoyance, resulting in that goofy smile to pull up on Jungkook’s lips.

“Or whaaat?” He childishly squishes their faces together more.

“Or else you’ll see, loser,” she concludes, and Jungkook snorts at the weak threat. In his strong grip, he takes her with him while he gets out of the bed, carrying her until they’re in front of the humble closet.

“Let’s hurry and go out, snowflake.”

Jungkook regrets saying that now, snow plastered to odd sections of his clothing, in his hair, and definitely all over his hat that got knocked to the ground from the impact of one of the snowballs. He pretends to make a face of rage, but another snowball bursting against his chest and the laughter of his girlfriend makes that a difficult feat for him. He finds himself laughing along with her, despite being a human target for her cold ammunition.

“How many are you gonna throw?!” He calls out between laughs, arms outstretched innocently.

“As many as it takes to avenge my snowman!!” She calls back, the last word syncing up with another powered throw. Jungkook scrunches up his face instinctively when it hits, but his bunny-toothed smile follows suit, effectively melting her heart and most likely the snow too. And then he starts running at her, stunning her momentarily until she throws another snowball at him, hoping to make him stop. He charges on, a silly war cry coming from his mouth until she’s tangled in his arms, squirming away with laughter surrounding them both.

“You can’t throw anymore if I hold you prisoner!” He says triumphantly, slightly out of breath.

“You’re cheating!” she accuses, laughing at his childish antics. Jungkook gaily banters back and forth with her, even as he lifts her off the ground and runs inside with her, humored protests filling his ears. He throws his own body into the bed, his snowflake falling with him.

“Jungkooooooooook,” she whines loudly, wanting break free from his death grip, but he only tightens his arms around her.

“You’re not getting away from me now, snowflake,” he teases. “You’re my Christmas gift and you didn’t come with a receipt, so I gotta keep you close.”

She snorts out a laugh at this, not believing her ears. “You’re so greasy, oh my gosh. Please stop.”

The laughing and big smile on her face only encourages her silly boyfriend, for he begins to make that dumb face he always does when he’s saying some pun that is too well executed.

“I’ve been like this since we got together, snowflake. I can’t stop now.” He squeezes her even tighter until a groan and more laughter leave her mouth.

“First you crush my snowman, and now my body! Should I throw more snowballs at you, Jeon?” Her empty threat is spoken so close to his lips due to how close she is to him, but she’s used to it by now. He’s always holding her this close.

“Nope, because now the real jollification begins, snowflake.”

Her gleaming eyes twinkle with confusion only for a moment because Jungkook’s lips descend on hers right after, their eyelids following suit as they’re immersed in the sweet kiss. The first of the day with many to come.