In the world of the wealthy and powerful, an angel finds herself in need of protection, she is assigned a bodyguard - a beautiful and mysterious man. A man with secrets, but one who is determined to keep such an angel safe at all costs. She is drawn to him despite her better judgement, some excitement, some light into such a dark and dangerous life. // "We can't," I whispered, being the one to break the silence between us. The air between our faces was so thick it was almost as if it wasn't there anymore, I could hardly take in a breath. Everything was so warm, and the longer we spent like this, our lips just hovering an inch from each other, I became so much more aware of every way his body was touching mine. I hated him. We hated each other. Yet here we were, desperate to touch. "I know," Was all he said in response, darting his eyes down to my lips again, a small smirk on his face. Out of desperation, the way he had already got me so wound up, my body was overwhelmed by too many feelings. My hands travelled down from where I was grasping his biceps, I soothed my palms down his sides, his warm skin, before I was holding his hips, right above the waist band of the grey sweatpants he had on. He let out a low hum of approval, and a slow smirk spread across his face as soon as he realised what I was doing. His eyes met mine again and he tilted his head to the side, almost as if he was trying to figure out what I was thinking. He then blew out a slow breath, and the smirk on his face only grew wider before he whispered, "Fuck it." *** i loved you as icarus loved the sun. *** Start date - May 5 2022 ***

"Smoking is bad, you know." The placid voice speaks up from the distant dark corner, nothing to see but a tall silhouette and an orange glow of a cigarette cherry. "It's the least of my problems," I murmur with my own between my lips, proceeding to feel the stagnant debris valley my throat when I suck delicately. He exhales a chuckle of cynical amusement, his footsteps getting every step clearer to my eardrums until I eventually sense body heat burning my back. "And why is that?" He whispers over my shoulder, hands inviting themselves to grip the railing in front of me so I become a prisoner between his inked arms. I swallow. "Because you'll be the one to kill me first." // Aven Brooks is hired to take pictures for the world-renown punk rock band known today as Duplicity; hoping the experience gets her into her most elite-dreamed university. However, when her lenses accidentally capture more than just cheeky sound checks and performances, she comes to a horrifying discovery that Duplicity is anything but a band. Appalled and frightened, she's trapped. *HIGHEST RANKINGS* #1 IN HARRYSTYLES #1 IN ONEDIRECTION ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO @happydays1d NOT ALLOWING TRANSLATIONS! CONTAINS VULGAR LANGUAGE / DRUG ABUSE / SEXUAL CONTENT / DESCRIPTIVE VIOLENCE / MENTAL HEALTH READ AT OWN RISK!

Opposites

" ᶠᵘᶜᵏ ʸᵒᵘ ⁿⁱᵃˡˡ ʰᵒʳᵃⁿ " " ⁱ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵐᵃⁱˢⁱᵉ . ⁱ ᵃˡʷᵃʸˢ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵃˡʷᵃʸˢ ʷⁱˡˡ "

the condition was simple. The two would only take the cooler surname if ever married. Or where Suna lost a bet and had to hit on the user the Miya Twins sent him, only to find himself completely fond over her __ su.tarou wtf you actually answered wait what _seijreon You heard me I'll take your surname only if it's cooler than mine [weekly updates]

he loves cake but guess which one

UA's Support Department has seen all kinds of eccentric inventors, but none quite like the masked, welding-gear-wearing student who becomes Bakugo Katsuki's personal go-to technician. She works fast, doesn't ask questions, and never wastes his time-already making her rarer than most of Class 1-A combined. Bakugo doesn't know her name, doesn't know her face, and honestly doesn't care. They talk shop, exchange gear, and go their separate ways.