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[the-californicationist]

Guile & Guilt (Ch. 08)

Soap/Reader — MDNI 18+

Sorry for the wait as usual. Hope y’all can forgive me!

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FEBRUARY — FRIDAY: 7 days until the wedding

In the month or so after Christmas, your relationship with Johnny had progressed considerably. He was on a particularly challenging tour, but you only heard about his work in sparse mentions. Most of his conversations were centered around your relationship “after we tell Pidge”.

It was all he wanted to talk about.

“After we tell Pidge, we can look for a place together in Glasgow. What do you say, lass?”

“After we tell Pidge, we can take trips with them. Always wanted to see Iceland.”

“After we tell Pidge…”

And on and on and on. It wasn’t that you weren’t excited to be with him. You adored him, and he seemed to feel the same way about you. But, telling Pidge was scaring you out of your damn mind. In the worst case scenario, you’d be losing your best friend and the man that you…

Careful, that dark voice was back in your head , don’t want to say the word, huh?

The man that you… liked a considerable amount. Not love. Love was a commitment. You were not in love.

The dark voice cackled. You ignored it.

You were going to see him this weekend for the combination stag and hen party, and you could think of little else. But, you had plenty to work on. As the maid of honor, this was your time to shine. You needed to prepare for more than just seeing Johnny. In fact, you were about to have six girls at your tiny apartment for a slumber party tomorrow night. The whole 600 square feet of your place was decorated in gold glitter and streamers. There were big B-R-I-D-E letters above your bed, and a giant inflatable diamond ring was propped up on your futon. You’d already sprayed Marlowe twice with the water bottle for threatening it with her claws.

Tonight, though, you were alone. You had asked Johnny if he would fly in early, but he hadn’t been able to confirm. So, you were sitting on your bed, staring at your phone, dressed only in his shirt, praying for some miracle.

You stayed up as late as you could, but still no call.

SATURDAY — Early morning: 6 days until the wedding

Your phone buzzed where it lay against your chest. You slowly awoke, and it was still dark outside. Bleary and only semi-conscious, you picked it up without looking at the screen,

“Hello?” You croaked.

“Mo mèirleach,” he whispered, “Open the door, hen. It’s fuckin’ frigid.”

“What?” You didn’t understand. Johnny was outside? You looked at the clock. It was 0311.

“I’m downstairs! Buzz me up.”

You did, and then you waited, waking up more and more as you stood in the kitchen, drinking some water to clear your dry throat.

He knocked softly, and you let him in. Immediately, and without so much as dropping his rucksack, he pulled you into his arms. You smelled his sweat, a strong hint of fire or smoke, and something you couldn’t quite place. It was almost like gasoline, but not quite. He’d come straight from the field.

“Hey,” he pressed his forehead to yours and kissed you gently, smelling your skin and nuzzling into your hair.

“Hey,” you smiled up at him, hugging him a little tighter.

Having him back was making you feel like no time had passed at all. He held you just as he did when he told you goodbye in December, and now, all of January felt like some wasted dream.

You looked behind him,

“Where are the others? I thought you said they’d be coming to the party this weekend.”

“Put them up at a wee hotel. The Indigo, just a few blocks away. But, I’ve been sleepin’ on the fuckin’ floor too many nights, now. And I wanna be in my woman’s arms instead.”

His woman. Your heart clenched in your chest. He noticed your emotional response to his words; always the observant one. His smile felt so good, even though he had caught you in his snare,

“Aye. You’re my woman, aren’t you?”

Huge, rough hands warmed your skin as they snaked underneath your shirt, reaching up across your belly, finding your hanging breasts and squeezing them ever so gently.

“Shower with me, lass. I’m right filthy.”

“Alright,” you nodded, and he pulled your shirt off the rest of the way, discovering the nothing you were wearing underneath.

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ,” Johnny lamented, holding you at arm’s length to study your skin and curves with a deep admiration, “Look at you, mèirleach. Sometimes, I wonder if I’m dreamin’.”

You led him to the bathroom, which you doubted was big enough for the both of you, and he stripped off all of his dirty clothes. You helped him, peeling him apart, layer by layer, discovering him in pieces.

His broad chest filled your vision in the tiny washroom, and you latched onto his nipple, tasting the salt from his sweat as you did and listening to him moan. He laughed from the sudden sensation of it,

“It’s sensitive, lass. Easy…”

Your eyes found his, showing him that you knew what it felt like, and you did not relent. You enjoyed watching him squirm beneath you, his hands resting on the side of your neck, threatening to pull you away when he became overwhelmed.

You gave him a break, kissing across his tattooed ribs and over his belly. He lifted your face up to his, pressing you against the bathroom counter, growling in whispers at you,

“Careful, thief. Don’t go givin’ me ideas.”

“What kind of ideas, Johnny?” You teased, dragging his boxers down over his plump ass to squeeze his cheeks in your hands.

“Ideas about what I’d like to put in that fuckin’ mouth of yours.”

He grabbed your hand and shoved it onto his hard cock, still covered by his boxer briefs, the fabric askew and taut, ready to come off.

“See what you fuckin’ do to me, thief?”

You smiled, staring down at the evidence of what you had done to him. You took his hand and slowly moved it between your legs, letting him curl and experimental finger up just far enough to dip into your wetness.

“See what you do to me?”

He shuddered, his body falling forward, and he caught himself with his free hand on the countertop, pinning you beneath him. He was playing inside of you with his fingertip, as achingly slowly and gently as could be, barely moving it, basking in your warmth. His face contorted into a twisted grimace, and he grunted,

“Fuckin’ hell, mèirleach. Get in the damn shower, or I’ll have you right here, lass.”

The shower curtain rings hissed across their metal rod as he followed you inside. You washed your hair, and you used your soapy hands to wash his. The soap turned brown with dirt and sand, and you made a face, laughing,

“Johnny! You are filthy.”

“Yeah, we ran into some trouble at the end of our mission. Lost contact with base. Had to camp in the wee mountains for a few nights, tryin’ not to freeze to death.”

“Holy shit…”

You pitied him, using your vanilla scented soap to scrub down his body for him, letting him be treated to your sudsy massage.

“Knowin’ I was comin’ back to you kept me goin’. I dreamt about this wee shower, hen. Even Ghost was surprised that I was able to keep my whingin’ to a minimum. But, I knew you were here and I wasnae gonna let anythin’ stop me from comin’ home to you.”

He bent to kiss you, and you kissed him back, letting the water wash over you both, bathing you in the heat of each other. He pulled away, grinning like he’d won something, and you felt the blush rise into your cheeks.

You made the hand signal for him to turn around and he spun, giving you his wide back, planting both of his hands on the wall like you were going to search him.

You started at his neck, washing away days of dirt and grime, feeling his swollen muscles pull and push against his bones. He had a new tattoo on his spine. It was a little Gaelic word that you couldn’t read.

With your fingertip, you traced over the black ink, softly rubbing over the raised skin, healed but fresh. He stilled, realizing you’d noticed it.

“Gealladh. It means ‘promise’.”

You wiped it clear of soap and lay your lips to it, kissing it softly, making him tremble beneath you. You tried to pronounce it, whispering it against his skin.

The rest of the shower went quickly, and by the time you were clean, he was ready to get dirty again, fondling you and rubbing across his curved length hungrily.

He wrapped you in your towel and watched you braid your hair, kissing your neck and sharing your toothbrush. You tried not to be grossed out by it, but you made a face and he rolled his eyes, spitting out the paste into your sink and trying to kiss you with his messy lips. You giggled, leaving him in the bathroom to finish up.

The cool air in your apartment made you clamber to get under the covers, eager to warm up and anxious for him to join you. He sauntered out of the bathroom looking like some Greek god, wet and tanned, tattooed and scarred, fresh from the bonds of war.

He threw his towel down with yours and climbed into bed next to you, curling you up in his arms, sighing with the most delighted contentment. His big jaw pressed into the side of your neck, looking for purchase, and he began to suck and lick at your skin, traveling down your shoulder to your nape, sending shivers down your arms.

“Did you miss me, mo mèirleach?” His voice was so quiet, you could barely hear him.

“I did, mo chridhe,” you whispered back, turning your body to face him.

He took both of your hands in both of his and kissed your forehead. All of his sexual overtones and lurid advances in the shower had somehow been washed away, and as the orange blush of dawn came through your window, he looked changed. His hair was soft, the mohawk all grown out and curling at the tips, his eyes glassy and full of something that looked suspiciously like hope.

“I know this has been hard on you, lass. I’ve been more than just a wee bit selfish, and I want you to know I’ll make it right. I promise you that. Do you hear me?”

You nodded, pressing your cheek to his chest, inching closer to him. He wrapped you in a tight hug, holding you too close.

Did you believe him? Would everything work out for the best? Or were you continuing down a path that would lead to ruin? How easy it was for him to convince you of the opposite. He could lead you like a lamb to the slaughter, and you’d go willingly, bleating up at him with all your love and affection as he pushed you into the chute.

His arm became heavy, and you heard his breaths lengthen in his chest, and you knew he was asleep. You had an alarm set, so you curled up in his warmth, letting him doze, allowing yourself to sink into the murky blackness of sleep along with him.

SATURDAY — Lunchtime: 6 days until the wedding

Johnny had changed into something clean and left you in bed, kissing your face and promising all sorts of filthy things to you after the bar crawl tonight. He begged you to dance with him when you wound up at the club, washing away your worries about Pidge, claiming she’d be too drunk to notice. You rushed him out, warning him she’d be here for lunch, and washed your sheets.

Sure enough, your phone rang and Pidge was outside your apartment, screaming with six other girls to be buzzed up not an hour after Johnny left, and you breathed a sigh of relief they’d missed each other coming and going.

You had the whole day planned out. Lunch was at a little cafe near the river, perfect for a photo op or two. Then, you’d booked a nail salon for mani-pedis for the whole squad. After that, it was back to the apartment to put on your faces before going “out-out”.

For the most part, the day had been a wild success. Pidge was already a little tipsy from the non-stop mimosas, and even though your bank account had seen better days, it wasn’t that bad. Now, you were in the middle of the evening ferality. Someone had ordered a pizza and there was hairspray in places you didn’t think hairspray could go. Marlowe was hiding in her cubby under your bed, and you were already done getting ready.

You’d told everyone it was black and white themed. Ham and Pidge would be in white, with all of you in black, and the goal at the end of the night was for them to find each other by hopping from bar to bar. The stag would chase the hen through downtown Glasgow, and you’d planned to have them all end up at The Berkeley Suite.

There were girls everywhere. It was like a bomb had gone off in your apartment, and there wasn’t really a space for privacy except for the bathroom (as long as you shooed everyone out of it first).

“I’ll just be a second!” You shouted over the thumping music, closing the door behind them.

You took care of business and spent a brief minute checking your phone. You had two texts from Johnny, and when you opened them, your breath caught in your throat.

Mo Chridhe: open this when youre alone thief

Mo Chridhe: blacksuit.jpg

Johnny had sent you a mirror selfie of his outfit, and he looked stunning. You couldn’t believe it was him. You’d never seen him so dressed up. His hair was shaven on the sides, the mohawk back to its full potential, and his suit was a gorgeous black with velvet lapels and a gold chain between the button holes. He wore no tie, instead letting the first two buttons hang open rakishly, showing off his tanned chest.

You texted him back:

You: you are still so damn hot lol

Mo Chridhe: show me you

You obeyed, taking a racy selfie in the bathroom mirror just like he had done. You showed off your cleavage , and the short, high cut of the dress as it hugged your ass. You tried your best to be pouty, just like all the Instagram models, but you weren’t sure if you succeeded.

Mo Chridhe: i might be the luckiest cunt alive or im dreamin

You: lol ;)

Mo Chridhe: ham might be chasin pidge all night but ill be chasin you

You smiled down at your phone before closing the app and returning to the fray.

Glittered, glammed, and ready for a night of debauchery, you took your phone off its charger and made your way out into the cold evening air. Pidge had brought a jacket, but Cherise had decided to go without, claiming that hot girls didn’t get cold. You were definitely cold, so you wondered what that implied.

The first stop was The Variety Bar. You had texted Johnny and told him to warn you before their first bar choice so that you could pay the tab and bolt before Hamish could put his hands on Pidge. But, it didn’t really work out like that. You had all ended up as one big group, and spent most of the time jokingly keeping them from kissing each other. Price held up a wet coaster between their mouths which sent Pidge coughing and spitting, causing enough of a ruckus that you decided to move to the next spot.

Johnny sat with you at the bar while you paid, trying his best to keep his hands off of you.

“Lookin’ like a right goddess tonight, you are.”

“Stop it,” you smiled, “No flirting allowed while your sister is literally right behind us.”

“Och,” he shook his head, “She’s in her own wee world. Where to next, lass?”

You slid the check back to the bartender and thanked him, turning to Johnny and smirking triumphantly, knowing he still needed to pay before he could follow you,

“Don’t you hunt people for a living? Come and get me.”

You left him at the bar, frozen with a delightful look of surprise on his face. You found Pidge and the other girls outside.

“Alright,” you smiled, “Onward. Let’s head over to Max’s.”

“Oh, God,” Anjali sighed, “You really want her to blackout, huh?”

“Fuck it! Max’s it is, ladies!” Pidge screamed.

Everyone cheered and marched on after her. She cuddled into your arm as you walked,

“Thank you so much for this, babes. You’re the best friend a girl could ask for, you know that?”

“You are, too,” you kissed her on her temple and squeezed her arm a bit tighter.

By the time you’d had two drinks at Max’s, Hamish’s clan found you again. Gaz was the one who spotted you through the window, holding his hands up to the glass and pointing you out.

“Uh oh,” you smiled, “Last call, girls.”

Cherise laughed,

“I don’t know why we’re running. Might as well just party with them.”

“It’s tradition, right?” Bekah rolled her eyes.

“Well,” Pidge shrugged, “You all can wait here then, if you prefer the boys to me.”

“No! Pidge, that’s not it, babe,” Cherise protested.

Pidge drunkenly waved her off,

“It’s fine, no worries. See you at Berkeley’s. How about that?”

Pidge stormed off out the door, and you followed behind trying to get her to calm down. She eventually did, drinking the water you had bought for her. But, that was how the group got split. Half the boys ended up with you and Pidge and Anjali, and the other half waited at Max’s until the happy hour rounds were over.

You’d gotten all settled in at Berkeley, listening to the loud club music, letting the high of your buzz wash over you, trying not to think about how nice it would be to have Johnny here, dancing with you like he promised.

Then, Pidge realized she forgot her jacket, so she sent you back to the other bar. You left her with Gaz and Ghost, and Price wandered out into the street with you.

“‘Bout time Hamish finally caught his hen anyway,” you speculated as you walked with him.

“Aye,” he agreed, “And maybe your stag as well.”

Your eyes darted up to him and then checked over your shoulder, just to make sure Pidge wasn’t behind you.

Price continued,

“Are you sure keepin’ him a secret is the right thing? He’s dyin’ to tell her. Fuck, he was tellin’ people he didn’t even know about you.”

You smiled,

“Yeah, I know. I just want the wedding to be about her. Nothing is ever about her, you know? She deserves to have a day where she doesn’t need to consider other people’s feelings for once.”

“What about your feelings?” Price asked.

You didn’t answer him. You just shrugged and kept walking. Suddenly, you heard screaming behind you,

“Wait! Wait up!”

Pidge and the rest of the crew rushed over to you and Price.

“What’s wrong?” You asked.

“We’re gonna surprise Hamish this time,” Pidge smiled, pulling out a big confetti popper from her purse.

“Oh, God,” you grinned, looping your arm through hers and dragging her along.

Nothing was going according to plan that night, but you were so tired that it was hard for you to care. You weren’t even sure if Hamish’s group was still at the other bar, and you hadn’t heard a thing from Bekah or Cherise.

Finally, you made it back to Max’s. Just as you were about to open the door, it burst open and out poured Johnny, tangled in Bekah’s arms. She was giggling and kissing his cheek, leaving streaks of purple lipstick all over his freshly shaven skin. He was holding her close to him, his fingers digging into her side so tightly.

You knew what that felt like.

You gasped, stepping back, stunned. He looked right into your eyes and stopped. The whole world came to a grinding halt. All of the time that you had spent together seemed to lay out in front of you, prostrating itself, and being found unworthy. You felt nothing. Just a creeping numbness that leaked into your core, a fire burning without kindling, unable to be extinguished.

“Och, Jesus and all the fuckin’ saints,” Pidge threw her hands up, “Couldnae even wait until after the party to get your hands into one of my mates, could you? Arsehole. Get outta the way.”

“No, tha’s not it, Pidge!” He frowned, “Bekah doesnae —”

“Bekah, what?” Pidge spat in his face, “Bekah doesnae care that you’ll turn up next month or next year or next week in a box with the wee Scottish flag draped over it? Okay. Now, move yourself from the door, Jonathan.”

Bekah was sort of octopusing herself around him, wrapping her arms around his neck and shoulders, sucking on his earlobe, caring very little about the Scottish flag no matter where it was draped.

Johnny was trying to fight her off now, suddenly angry at Pidge,

“What did you just say to me, Brigette?”

“Oh, shut up! You’re just like your da, and you’ll end up dead like him, too. See?” Pidge turned to you suddenly, eyes wild with fury, “This is why I warned you, Johnny MacTavish is a fuckin’ widowmaker. And that’s all he’ll ever be.”

She finally made it around her brother and wrenched the door open, disappearing into the club. Johnny still had Bekah in his arms, and you couldn’t be there anymore. You turned and walked in the direction of your apartment, miles away but hell-bent on getting back there.

“Hey! Wait! Thief, please. This isn’t what it looks like,” his voice was cold and distant. You didn’t turn around to listen. You weren’t sure what it looked like, but you didn’t need to see it to know how it felt.

Johnny could have Bekah. He was allowed to have her. He was not allowed to have you, and you couldn’t have him. That much was clear now. You should’ve listened to your friend. You’d known all along, hadn’t you?

“Wait, mèirleach!”

You spun on him like a snake, striking out sure and true,

“Don’t fucking call me that.”

He could see in your eyes that you were serious, venomous as you were in your delivery. His eyes looked desperate, like a kicked dog, but he didn’t let her go. She smiled and waved at you, looking drunker than you’d ever seen anyone look. You tasted the bile in your mouth from your disgust.

Price jogged to keep up with you, and he grabbed your arm,

“Wait, girl. Just wait a second.”

You jerked your hand away and hailed a cab that was pulled over on your side of the street. You climbed in and shut the door, begging the cabbie to drive quickly, and he did. You stared out the window, watching all of the lights blind you as they seared into your eyes, burning the images you’d seen that night brightly into your memory.

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[reborn-imagines-redux]

2nd Reborn Day

Hi Everyone

So on March 11th, some KHR blogs, myself included, will be hosting the 2nd Reborn! Day.  

This is an effort to get everyone hyped up about KHR again - a wonderful anime that seriously needs more love.  

On that day, we’ll just be adding some extra things - and really just invite everyone to show up and show their love for the amazing characters in it.  Send in something about KHR - whether it’s headcanons, fanfictions, or art that you want to share or talk about.  

Tags being used will be “Reborn! Day,” “KHR Day” and “R!0311″ - though definitely go to the individual blogs and see which ones they’ll be using in particular to make sure you can find all the awesome stuff going on.

(If you guys have any ideas for what you want to see me do, please send them in.)

This is the official post - if you’re going to be participating as a contributer, reblog with the tags you’ll be using in the tag section.

A list of the blogs definitely involved (I’ll be updating this as needed - stopping the night before March 11th):

@cheerful-khr-art

@ciaossu-imagines

@foreverfamilyforevervongola​

@for-the-love-of-khr​

@incorrectkhr

@katekyohrscenarios

@reborn-imagines

@vongola-scenarios

@vongola-tales

[liquidletti]

base colour chrome because theres only 20 mins of reborn day left for me but i wanted to upload this today qq

[in-the-name-of-the-holy-reborn]

Fon - Wedding Life

- As stated in a precedent post, Fon would wait until wedding to be intimate with his partner only if it’s something really important to you, he can understand BUT if he could choose, he prefers to make one with his partner..from all angles early in the relationship. Communion of bodies and spirits is the most important for him and his soulmate. - Fon is a fairly traditionnal man so before the wedding, he wouldn’t be living with you, you would have your personal flats even if he spent a lot [and by a lot, I mean A LOT] of his time to your place, tea times, naps, dinners that drag on and so..nights and breakfasts too. - As soon as both of you are married, he will look forward to moving, he doesn’t mind if it’s his place, yours or a new one as long as there are several rooms, it must be calm, not too noisy and there must have a garden. - He’ll not ask for kids, nor talk about having some because he thinks that kind of things comes when it comes and it’s not something you should influe on. But, it’s, for him, a continuity of your path and, if you entered one of the room he spends a lot of time in, you’ll realize it’s actually a baby room in which he builds all of the furniture himself. - Fon is a man who needs some alone time to recover and focus on himself, so it wouldn’t be rare to find him meditating or exercising his art in the middle of the closed garden. He won’t mind if you look at him or stay near him as long as he’s not disturbed - Once setting together officially, Fon will be less tensed (if it’s even possible) and you will feel him even more relax around you. - His romantism wouldn’t bustle and he would still have cheesy little tender gesture toward you - Totally the kind of partner you can be bothered with because of the chores, sure, he likes to live in a clean place but some dust and dishes in the sink never killed anyone, and hey those spiders can totally live where the hell they want. - He’s more touchy, a hand loosely around your hips on the sofa, his head on your shoulder when you cook.. it’s a way to reassure himself, you’re real, here and for him, you’re sharing the exact same feeling and it’s a relief deep inside to know you’re well and safe. - Expect A LOT of plants, everywhere. All of kind, shruds, old grown trees, vegetable garden, rare bonsais, but no cactus, he’s fond of cactus. You don’t have to worry, he has a green hand and can revive anything dry and burned in no time. - He makes a point of honor to cultivate his own food and/or buy to little tradespeople and producers, he will take you to his secret places so you can both share simple pleasures of life. - You’ll learn that, between closed door, he’s, often, wearing nothing, at all.  And he would have a mischievous smirk each times he caught you stare. He wouldn’t ask you to do the same, but find it really normal and would be better pleased than pleased if you wander naked too - He shares your toothbrush, because you.are.one. It took you six months to realize - Fon sleeps very little, his days and nights are mostly a bunch of naps, but he’ll stay by your side until you woke up, stroking your hair. -  He’s often always up for morning sex before breakfast and he will, always initiate it if you don’t do anything to stop him.

[dailykatekyo]

REBORN! DAY 2017

@reborn-imagines is holding the wonderful KHR! Day once again this year (on March 11th)!

To show the love of KHR!, they created this day filled with making/sharing your own headcanons, edits, art, writings, etc.

If you have a favorite blog that enjoys this series as well, send asks, share stories, this is the day to celebrate!

Please tag your posts with any or all of these tags below so we and everyone can enjoy:

#Reborn! Day #KHR Day #R!0311

If you have any questions/blog recommendations, please ask @reborn-imagines!

[ciaossu-imagines]

Next up on the memes is Tsuna! The meme used is right here! I hope you’ll enjoy, my lovelies!

☾ (Sleep) - Tsuna snores. It’s not horribly loud and it’s nothing that would bother anyone who wasn’t sleeping in the same room as him but he does do it. He does become a loud snorer though when he’s sick, especially when he has a cold. ★ (Sad) - Tsuna tends to get depressed and down instead of simply getting sad. He blames himself for bad things that happen, he takes problems on his own shoulders. He sinks into depression and broods instead of simply being sad, crying, and feeling better. He needs to right whatever wrong he thinks he’s had a hand in before he can feel completely better and happy again. ☆ (Happy) - Tsuna feels the happiest when he’s with his friends and his family. They are one hundred percent his happy place and he couldn’t function at all without them. ☠ (Angry/Violent) - Tsuna has such a calm temperament. He gets stressed and frustrated way more often than he ever becomes truly angry. When he does manage to become truly pissed off, someone needs to watch out because he’ll have no issue with beating someone down, even killing someone, if he views them as a threat to those he loves and wants to keep safe. ✿ (Sex) - Tsuna is so vanilla and he doesn’t often fantasize. Even his porn preferences are vanilla - he tends to prefer soft core porn or vintage porn, which often wasn’t as hardcore and kinky.  ■ (Bedroom) - Tsuna is horrible at keeping his living quarters clean. He knows he should be more tidy but he’s really just lazy. Even he’ll admit it. He doesn’t want to spend the extra time putting away his laundry or taking his dishes to the kitchen. He’ll often find himself unable to find things he needs in his room and that’s when he’ll become motivated to clean up, which he’ll end up giving up half-way through. ♡ (Romantic) - Tsuna is always going to go out of his way to make sure his partner is satisfied. He’ll almost always give in to whatever his partner wants or desires, only speaking up against their wishes if he really dislikes what they want to do, which is very rare. He’ll make himself uncomfortable to crazy degrees if only to make his partner smile.  ♥ (Family) - Tsuna will be really iffy about starting a family. While he wants children, he’s not sure he wants children or, more accurately, he’s not sure he can handle children. He’s had no fatherly figure in his life really until Reborn comes into his life and he’s not sure he’ll know how to be a father. He’s scared to death of ruining someone else’s life and isn’t sure at all about starting a family for that very reason. ☮ (Friendship) - Tsuna takes friendship very seriously. While he loves his mother, he’s not really extremely close with her and his friends have always been his family. He loves, fights, and has fun with his friends like anyone would with their siblings and they’re as good as family to him. He’d rather kill himself than willingly let his friends come to harm. ♦ (Quirks/Hobbies) - Tsuna loves video games and arcade games. He actually has a high score on Pac-Man at his local arcade. ☯ (Likes/Dislikes) - Tsuna dislikes scary stories and urban legends but also can’t avoid reading them if he sees them. He always claims they didn’t scare him but once he’s tucked into bed, he can’t keep them out of his head. ▼ (Childhood) - Tsuna walked really early and was always extremely active as a child. He loved to climb especially and was able to climb out of his crib at about a year and a half. ∇ (Old Age/Aging) -. Tsuna will start to gray pretty early honestly. It will take years and years after he sees the first gray hair in his head before he goes fully gray though. It will mostly just stay near his temples or thread through his hair slowly. ♒ (Cooking) - Tsuna is a connoisseur of instant ramen. He can always manage to cook it just right and he knows just what extras to add to it for it to be extra delicious. ☼ (Appearance) - Tsuna hates his hair. It’s thick and coarse and has so many cowlicks. He can’t get it to lay flat except for when it’s soaking wet.  ൠ (Random) - Tsuna went through a vegetarian phase when he was about six. It lasted for about two weeks but he was absolutely serious about it for those two weeks. He’s actually a little embarrassed about it looking back on it and how he was so passionate about not eating meat because it was mean to animals. ◉ (Wedding) - Tsuna will be the best man in people’s weddings more time than he’ll be just a guest to someone’s wedding.  

[urusaaaai]

Uni sketch for today’s Reborn! Day! Was supposed to sketch Tsuna, but I can’t get his hair right so I think I’m gonna settle for the KHR girls ♡

[mafiabosstsuna]

Reborn Day Event!

thanks to the lovely @reborn-imagines for holding this event!

Admin Tsuna here! Send in anything you want to say to the KHR characters and you’ll get a reply!

Examples:

“Tsuna, what do you look for a woman?”

“Gokudera, why do you think Uri hates you so much?”

“Xanxus, let me have your babies!”

Get wild ;)

[imaginastys]

Its really good to hear from you again, im so happy youre back ! For khr day, could you do some headcanons of Squalor with a really sweet, shy, and maybe a little nerdy s/o ? Thank you !

The sweetness and shyness of his s/o makes him think twice before being crude and loud like he normally is. He doesn’t want them to be offended by his attitude.

Squalo is refreshed by having someone who is the opposite of the people he works with and it tends to make him act more like them since he never has to yell.

He is definitely more protective of his s/o since he knows they probably wouldn’t stick up for themselves. He’s quick to come to their defense if he can tell someone is hurting their feelings or being rude.

He likes the nerdiness of his s/o. He thinks it’s cute the way they get excited over their favorite subjects or shows and he tries to be interested in them as well, although he probably ends up not understanding the big deal since it’s not a sword or sword related.

[yuncumber]

Sasagawa Ryohei   “Reborn! Day,” “KHR Day” and “R!0311

[reborn-imagines-redux]

For Reborn day i've a request. I'm sorry if it's early, i live in Europe and we may have a time gap between us. Tsuna broke up with his o/s after he dated with her during highschool. Even though he loves her, he is scared of her safety because of his mafia relations. But after years he learnt that he has a 6 year old daughter from her who has become a doctor. His ex has become matured, beautiful and very strong willed. He finds her and asks her to live with him but she refuses. Thank you!

No problem, I hope you enjoy!

he’s kinda blown away by the refusal at first - yes, he pushed you away, but he was doing it for you...and now he’s realized that he can protect you more than well enough and why won’t you come back

after the confusion has past there’s a determination there that he never had while you had dated him before, he’s planning on winning you back and isn’t going to pull any stops out

he’s wining and dining you and making sure that you see everything he can give you, he’s going to flaunt his wealth, his assets, everything that could attract your attention while also using his intuition to make sure that he’s constantly on the right track

he isn’t going to give up ever, he is determined to have you and his daughter safe and with him

[lycheeluv]

dang it, I didnt had the time to finish 10051 but anyway. For R!0311 I’ll take a few KHR request ! Mostly guardians or allied family ! any pairing is nice ! I’ll try to AU them ! Prompt or just paring anything is alright. also casually drop my WIP of Byaku and shoichi as Angel(?) and priest- Edit : Post will be deleted when I receive enough request 8D <3

[liquidletti]

ahhh happy 2nd reborn day qq

[inpizzawecrust]

Sirius Black Gets a Job

The next day, Sirius arrived at work to find Matt and someone else at the register. He had only met Vicki just before his interview and Matt hadn’t even offhandedly mentioned any of the other staff members. The woman was short, had brown hair that ended just at her shoulders, and her face didn’t change from a frown as Sirius walked in.

“Sirius! Good morning!” Matt grinned from behind the register. He waved as Sirius made his way over, relaxing with each step. “This is Quinn, my assistant manager. Quinn this is Sirius, our new member of sales.”

Sirius smiled and extended his hand and waited as Quinn limply shook it, pulling out hand sanitizer the moment their hands separated. If Matt noticed the awkward tension in the air, he chose to move past it as he brought his hands together.

“Mainly just office work for you today,” Matt said as he led Sirius to the back room. He strode over to the desk, pulled out the chair on wheels, and gestured for Sirius to sit. Reaching over him, Matt began to type on the keyboard. “Alright here are your employee numbers and your default password should be the day and month you were born.”

Sirius looked down at the paper Matt had shoved in his hand. 654816. Sirius slowly typed in the numbers on the line for the employee numbers before getting stuck. He had watched Remus type hundreds of times, but how was he supposed to jump to the next line? Remus would type and eventually the words would push to the next line, but when Sirius tried to type more to jump down to the next line, it wouldn’t let him. Perhaps he was only allowed to type in his employee numbers, but how was he supposed to get to the line for the password?

Matt quickly noticed and grabbed a small device that moved an arrow across the screen, causing Sirius’s eyes to widen.

“And then just your birthday.” Matt said as he clicked on the line for the password.

Sirius quickly typed in his birthday until a sound emitted from the screen along with a message:

error: incorrect username or password. 

Sirius furrowed his brows. He typed in his birthday 0311, how could it be wrong? He tried again, but the message popped up again.

“When’s your birthday?”

“Third of November.”

Matt nodded and quickly typed in the numbers, but the message popped up again. He furrowed his brows and tried again, but it still failed. He sighed and brought a hand through his blonde hair as he pulled out his phone. He typed a few things before groaning and sliding his phone back in his pocket.

“I’ll be back in a minute, I just have to call tech support.” Matt said before walking away, the loud door shutting behind him.

Sirius pulled out his own phone to find a few text messages from Remus.

r: good luck on your first day, harry and i already miss you

s: moons i’m so bored

r: you’ve been there for ten minutes, how are you already bored?

s: my birthday won’t work

r: ... what ?

s: i have my birthday as my password and it won’t work

r: i’m still not following

r: *picture of harry and remus eating lunch*

s: stoppp my boys are so cute

s: does he already miss me?

r: i don’t think he even knows you’re gone tbh

s: tbh? what’s that mean?

r: to be honest

s: ?

Just as the last text sent, Sirius put his phone away as if sensing the door about to open, but instead of revealing Matt, Quinn walked in. She didn’t say anything as she walked over, not even when she began typing on keyboard. Sirius scooted himself away on the chair with wheels—the chair has wheels? Perplexed by such a thing, he looked down and when he looked back up, he resisted the urge to push himself around the room when he saw Quinn’s grimace.

A different chime emitted from the screen, causing Sirius’ head to perk over.

Sirius Black (656814) has punched in at 12:10pm

“Matt gave you the wrong numbers. It’s 656814, think you can remember that?” Quinn asked without turning her head.

“Sounds easy enough,” Sirius nodded, his eyes glued to the screen as Quinn began clicking things with the small device.

~*~

What was supposed to be four but ended up being just shy of seven hours later, Sirius arrived home and practically flung the door open. The house was eerily quiet, a pang of guilt for slamming the door washed over Sirius as he sighed. The rest of his shift with Quinn hadn’t gone much better than the first ten minutes. Sirius spent the majority of his shift in the back to complete paperwork and each time he asked a question, Quinn’s face became even more sour. Somehow, Sirius got roped into staying later and being taught the flow of the store by Quinn was no better than being taught how to use the backroom computer by Quinn.

He brought a hand through his hair as he slowly walked throughout the house, trying to find his family. If anyone could make him forget about his bad day, it was Remus—and Harry too, of course. But as he walked through the house to find each room just as empty as the last, his heart sank. Just when he felt like giving up and crawling to bed, Sirius heard a loud laugh. His head shot to the door that led to the backyard, anticipation growing with each step.

He gently opened the door, his heart practically melting at the sight of Remus and Harry chasing each other around. The door softly closed behind him as he sat down on the step, perfectly content with watching the two people he loved most having fun. He watched as Remus’ long arms caught Harry, who erupted in laughter, and easily tossed him in the air. As Remus continued to throw Harry into the air, definitely throwing him higher each time as the toddler’s laughter was definitely motivation to do so, a smile quickly formed on Sirius’ face.

He was perfectly fine with being unnoticed, until he watched Harry’s entire face light up once their eyes met. The boy scrambled in Remus’ arms, clearly begging to be put down, and as soon as Remus turned, he practically dropped Harry from his arms.

“Pads!” Harry grinned as he ran over. He was quite fast for a 15 month old—he wasn’t James Potter’s son for nothing—and quickly reached Sirius, immediately throwing his small arms around Sirius’ neck.

“I take it you missed me, prongslet?” Sirius whispered into Harry’s ear as he stood up, Harry secure in his arms. He tightened his arms around his Godson when he ever felt the boy nod into his chest.

Suddenly a hand was on his shoulder, causing his head to turn and find Remus staring down at him with a smile on his face. Sirius immediately fell into Remus’s arms, causing the latter to chuckle.

“How was your day?”

“Don’t wanna talk about it.” Sirius quickly spoke into Remus’s neck as Remus rested his chin on Sirius’s head. “Just wanna be with my boys.”

With Harry sandwiched between them, Sirius stayed in the safety of Remus’s arms for a long time—well until Harry began to squirm less than five minutes later. As they ate dinner and began Harry’s usual nighttime routine, Sirius’s eyes never left Remus’s. Sirius gently shut the door behind him as he left the toddler’s room. He made his way to the living room to find Remus on the sofa with a book in his hands, a foot rested on the edge of the small table, and Sirius didn’t even have to clear his throat for Remus to turn his head.

“C’mere,” was all Remus said as he set the book on the table and stretched his arms out.

Sirius wasted no time and had crossed the room, quickly sat on his partner’s lap and burrowed his head into the scent he’d spent the last ten years loving as arms wrapped around him. He closed his eyes and sighed as a hand was slowly brought through his hair along with a kiss on his head. They stayed in silence, they never really needed words, and Sirius was just glad to always have Remus to go home to.