come back to me now pls

its been so long but im still trying to figure out how you could go from “i love you” to “i don’t care about you anymore” in such a short amount of time

  • "I'm the monster that is attacking your group and they've elected you to be the sacrifice to me. 1 ) Your friends are dicks and 2 ) wow you're cute. I don't want to hurt you now pls calm down."
  • "I've been kidnapped and held in a really dark room. I don't now how long I've been here're coming for me right? Please?"
  • "You're part of some mysterious government branch that's pulled me out of prison try and hack - what us this Russia? China? Anyway. You say it's impossible, so f u Imma do it out of spite. Now we're on the run from scary spies. Can I go back to prison now this is way more than I asked for."
Good Girl

Anonymous said:
Can you write a daddy kink one with Calum or Michael with a lot of teasing and spanking and overstimulation and being called Kitten and Princess omg pls that would be some lit quality shit

fuck ya girly i gotchu 


Pillows surrounded us as the movie played softly in the background. His finger tips ran along my spin coming up to play with the ends of my hair. “How was class today, princess?” Calum whispered. “It wasn’t the best, but you’re here and that’s all that matters.” I smiled. Calum took my chin in-between his fingers, looking at my lips, then right back at me.

“Mm, you look so fucking good right now,” Calum bites his lip. I rolled my eyes smiling, when his hand comes down to my hips squeezing it. “Don’t roll you eyes at me again, kitten.” His eyes stared me down. “Yes, daddy,” I nodded, leaning into his touch. “C’mon princess, I have a surprise for you.” Calum said. “Oh, but I don’t wanna move.” I pouted.

Calum raised an eyebrow, “You’ll want to move when you see what you have in store with the way your acting.” I sat up quickly, following him up the stairs and into our bedroom. Calum and I have never really tried kinks, but we’ve talked about them. Anytime things become intimate, they are not rough, I could tell it was love, not something meaningless, nevertheless Cal would ever treat me like that. “Tonight, we’re trying something different kitten.” He said while grabbing my hips. I nodded, and sat on the bed.

He went to the closet, pulling out a box from the top shelf, and set it on the side table. He pulled out a blindfold, a few ties, and left the room again. I knew not to get up and follow him because if I did, that would not make Calum happy. He came back with a cup of ice, no water, just ice. “Um, why do you have ice?” I questioned. “Don’t speak unless I give you permission, princess.” Calum said.

Calum walked over to me, removed my shirt while kissing my neck “Now, you know I barley punish you nor do I like too, but that’s going to change kitten,” Calum said. “Calum, what-” I was cut off by being flipped around. “I’m sorry, what did I say?” Calum said. “Not to speak unless you give me permission.” I answered. “That’s right, princess, and what did you do?” He asked. “I spoke without permission.” I could tell he was pleased by this.

“Good girl, but, you still defied the rules, you know what that means right?” I nodded as he spoke. “Now, lay across my thighs,” He motioned. I whined quietly, knowing that this night was not going to be anything like I thought. “I want you to count okay, baby girl?” Calum said. I nodded, as I suck in a breath preparing for whatever was going to happen.

Calum landed a slap upon my right cheek, a whimper falling from my lips as I let myself clutch onto Calum’s leg, my body immediately relaxing into the sensation that is going to be driving me up the wall soon. “One,” I whispered, barley enough for him to hear. Another slap on my left cheek, making my nails dig into the rough material of Calum’s jeans. “Two,” I whimpered. “Good girl,” Calum whispered kissing my spine. The slaps continued until tears filled my vision, “Ten,” I sniffed.

Calum let me sit up, as he wiped my tears away, “See it wasn’t so bad now was it, princess?” He cooed. “No, daddy.” I said. “Good, lay back,” Calum instructed. I laid back, letting the cool sheeting sooth my red bum. “Hands up, we are not quite done yet,” Calum said while taking my hands and tied them together to the head board.

Calum only ever tied me up once, and god did I love it. I bit my lip in anticipation, waiting for whatever was next to happen. “To make things interesting, I’m going to blindfold you okay, kitten?” Calum said, grabbing the purple fabric from before. My eyes were covered, seeing nothing, I mean what did you expect? His fingertips slid down my body making goosebumps arise to my skin.

“God, you’re going to be the death of me,” Calum breathed, kissing every part of my skin. I felt something cold being dragged down my skin and rested on my stomach. His lips touched mine for a passionate kiss as his hand snaked down in-between my legs. At the first flick of my clit, I cried out into Calum’s mouth, my hips grinding into his hand. He slipped a finger into me, pumping slowly. The pace of his finger was driving me mad, making me squirm underneath him.

“Stay still, princess,” Calum ordered. It was one of Calum’s rules; I couldn’t move or he’d stop touching me, even if it was during one of my treats. I tried my hardest not to move, but I accidentally bucked into his hand when he pressed against my g-spot. He immediately took his hand away from me, sucking  his finger between his lips.

I could tell Calum was smirking by the way he kept pacing around the bed. “Wanna tell daddy what you want, baby girl?” Calum said. “I want your tongue, I want your cock, fuck daddy I want it all,” I was not ashamed. “Such a dirty mouth for a pretty little girl,” Calum chuckled. “You want my tongue huh, kitten?” Calum daunted, removing the blindfold. I nodded, blinking trying to adjust to the light.

I felt his lip wrap around my clit, lightly flicking it a few times. I inhaled deeply only to exhale with a moan as he continued his actions. He released me from his mouth, looking me right in the eyes as he entered his finger in, again. A long whimper came out of my mouth as Calum moved his fingers again. “God, you look so fucking sexy withering under my fingers,” He smirked placing his lips on my clit again. He pushed another finger in, making my orgasm come into play. “Daddy, please can I cum?” I moaned.

“Go ahead princess, be as loud as you want,” Calum mumbled. “Look at me,” he orders. Already used to taking orders from Calum, I immediately look at him. “Mm, daddy,” I whimpered. My legs shook around Calum as he held them open, making me ten times for sensitive. “Fuck, you taste so good,” Calum moaned. My chest rose and fell as I caught my breath, but I sucked in another breath when Calum rubbed his tip against my entrance.

“You want it, baby? Tell daddy how much you want it,” Calum said. “Daddy please, fuck me I want your cock, please.” I begged. He grinned slamming into me. My wrists pulled at the restraints, sure to give me some type of burn. Calum held my hips as he fucked me into oblivion “Princess, I can tell you’re ready to cum any minute,” Calum moaned. “Daddy, I am,” I said.

“Oh Caluum, yes daddy fuuuuck” I yelled, unable to control my body anymore, my gaze on his as he watched my face contract at the same time my walls did around his cock. When I finally came down, breathing heavily, I found myself more tired than I’ve probably ever been after such an experience. Forcing my body not to move and having to absorb pure pleasure was actually much more exhausting than I’d have thought. Calum must’ve noticed too as he gently stroked my cheek, before kissing his way down my stomach, then back up again to my ear. “I’m impressed, you’ve done so good baby girl” he whispered, “but we are not over.”

I shook my head, not able to take anymore pleasure. “Kitten, if daddy says more, you know what it means,” Calum smirked. “Daddy, I-i can’t,” I couldn’t even talk. “Yes you can, and you will baby,” Calum said. I saw Calum pull out the white toy, which intimidated me more than it should have. “You remember this one princess?” Calum said showing me the toy, “I know this is your favorite, so tonight, we’re going to play with it.”

“Daddy, please don’t I can’t handle it.” I whined. “Sounds like you wanna make the rules, is that how it goes princess?” He asked. “Sorry, daddy,” I said. Calum turned on the vibrator to a low setting and dragged it all over my body, making me shiver. “Baby girl, this is suppose to relax you, not tense you up.” Calum chuckled, feeling my reaction.

My legs immediately closed around the vibrator when Calum set it on my clit. “Keep ‘em open for my princess,” Calum pushed my thighs apart. My back arched off the bed as my orgasm hit me like a bucket of bricks. “There you go baby, just like that.” Calum cooed. My body caved in, my feet dragged on the bed while Calum put the vibrator on a higher speed.

“Oh daddy!” I yelled, my whole body shook in euphoria as I came around the toy. “That’s my good girl, cum for daddy.” Calum groaned. My toes dragged against the bed, as I came around the vibrator and profanities left my mouth. “Daddy, daddy fuck,” I moaned. Calum took the vibrator off only to lick my clit again. I was already in a state of sensitivity.

“God, you’ve done so well kitten,” Calum said, beginning to untie my hands. “But now, I want you to suck me off like the good girl I know you are,” He growled. I was already out of energy when Calum pulled me up. I stared in awe at Calum’s cock, probably drooling. “Stop staring princess,” Calum chuckled. I bit my lip, taking his cock in my hand, slowly pumping it.

Calum groaned, “C’mon princess, you know I don’t like waiting.” I smiled up at him, kissing the tip. With my tongue broad and flat, I licked the whole length of him, making eye contact. I alternated between sucking, swirling my tongue one way and then another, and flicking it lightly. I wrapped one hand around the base of his shaft, and move it up and down in time with the movements of my mouth. I ran my nails on the inside of his thighs, making Calum whimper. “Fuck princess.” He grabbed my hair.

“Princess, s-stop I wanna cum in that pretty little pussy of yours.” Calum groaned, unable to hold his moans in. I took him out of my mouth, “Daddy, I have a question.” I trailed. “What is it, baby girl?” Calum asked. “Can I ride you, daddy?” I asked shyly. “You wanna ride daddy? Well, I suppose that’s fine.” He chuckled. Calum laid on the bed, cock in hand as I walked over to him.

He cupped my breasts in his hands, groping and tugging roughly. “Yes, daddy,” I moan, burying my face into the crook of his neck. “Oh, God, yes.” “You going to cum for me, baby girl?” “Mmmhmm.” “Come on, baby, cum for me.” My orgasm rockets through my body, sending me into a state of frenzy. Moans and curse words slip out of my mouth. I continue to rock my hips against Calum as I come down from my high, milking my orgasm for as long as possible.  “There you go, baby.” Calum coos.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” Calum moaned, his hands moving to my hips. “Cum for me daddy,” I bit his neck, making sure to leave my mark. I felt Calum release inside of me, making me fall on top of him. “God, that was-” “Amazing.” I finished for him. “I love you, princess,” Calum kissed my forehead. “I love you too, daddy.” I said.

my hot nerd || peter parker

Characters: peter parker/reader

Genre: fluff, slight smut

Warnings: make out session (;

Summary: Peter comes back from his nightly shenanigans and finds his girlfriend waiting for him in his bedroom.

Request: Pls do this one like with the reader and peter making out or something and it it’s the “Ya know for a nerd you have some pretty nice abs" idea cause that would be so good x
 -  @amber-b242

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Kevin dragged his stare back to Wymack’s face and said, “and my father comes to all of my games. That is enough.”

“Your mother would be proud of you.”

“Not just of me,”


Okay but

AU where everything is the same except the shield is an artifact like Mjolnir. Maybe it’s a long-lost Asgardian thing, maybe it’s some other non-Earth object. Point is, the shield is enchanted so that it only obeys the will of the wielder if their primary goal is protection. It’s just about impenetrable, can absorb any shocks, and strong enough to cut through or destroy just about anything–which would make it a perfect weapon, if anyone could figure out how to fucking use the thing. It doesn’t obey any laws of physics or movement as we know it, and SSR spends years experimenting with it until they finally give up and stick it in a crate somewhere. 

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anaxiphilia: the act of falling in love with the wrong person.

Badboy!Yoongi AU based on this post ~
characters: Reader x Yoongi, appearances by all of Bangtan probably
A/N: My first attempt at a fan fiction, I usually just do one shots, please go easy on me ~

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Hey [y/n]! I’m not coming to class today, take good notes for me ~

I glared long and hard at the text message from my best friend, Rose. Normally, I didn’t mind sitting in class alone; it was refreshing to pay attention and take proper notes. It would be fine for any other class, but not this one. Why? Because it was a class where participation was a huge component.  As in, the professor specifically wanted you to converse with the person beside you.

I just wish Rose had texted me sooner so I could’ve skipped class as well.  As I angrily texted a reply back to her, I felt the seat next to me shuffle. I looked up and my breath caught in my throat as my eyes met his.

 Min Yoongi.

Yes, I knew his name. Everyone knew his name. He was the notorious asshole that everyone had warned me to stay away from the moment I had moved to this town. I had followed that advice almost religiously. However, sometimes in the crowded cafeteria, my eyes would be drawn to him. There was something about the way he held himself, his aura, that mesmerized me.

And now, here he stood less than 2 feet away from me, his signature leather jacket shrugged over his form, paired with a plain white t-shirt and legs clad in tight skinny jeans. His blonde hair lazily covered his forehead, but even under the chaos, I could see his dark eyes glowering at me. He raised an eyebrow at me, almost daring me to say something to him.

I swiftly turned my head and averted my gaze to the front of the class, secretly thanking the way my hair covered my reddening cheeks. As the class silenced for the professor, I could’ve sworn I heard him chuckle.

The professor began his lecture and I busied myself on my laptop, typing away furiously, trying to avoid his presence next to me all together. However, it seemed that was impossible. The exact opposite was happening. Every time he moved, or even sighed, my entire body would shift into awareness. It was as if I was waiting for him to pounce on me.

I glanced at the clock and saw there were only 15 minutes left till class was finished, and we hadn’t had a single discussion. A small smile appeared on my face; someone up there was on my side today.

As we reached the last slide of today’s lecture, I shut my laptop in a hurry to get away from him.

“Not so fast everyone,” the professor said, stepping away from the podium. “As you all know, you have a video assignment due in two weeks’ time. I’ve received lots of emails saying that it’s too much work to do alone, so I want you to look at the person beside you and say hello to your partner for it.”

Oh. God. No.

I glanced in the opposite direction of where Yoongi sat, hoping that there was another person I could be paired with, and of course, I had chosen the seat next to the wall.

“Over here, sweetheart,” Yoongi chuckled. I slowly turned in my seat towards him. He had his arm on the desk in front of him, his hand holding the side of his head, which was slightly tilted. His eyes were watching me with curiosity and amusement.

“Hi,” I muttered averting my gaze to the floor. I played with the hem of my shirt, I couldn’t bring myself to look up at him.

“I know I’m attractive, but how are we supposed to work together if you can’t even meet my eyes?” Yoongi said. Even though his words were filled with arrogance, his voice showed no hint of it. I tilted my head up slightly, now staring at his t-shirt, but Yoongi wasn’t having any of that. His hand reached out and softly gripped my chin, tilting my head up completely so I was staring directly at his face.

“That’s better,” he said, a devious smile emerging on his face, making my heart thump violently in my chest. I jerked my head out of his grip in shock.

“Um, about this project, I have a friend in this class that isn’t here today. I wanted to ask the professor if I could work with her, if that’s okay with you.” My gaze drifted away from his to the floor again as I spoke.

“There you go again! I want your exquisite eyes on me as you speak to me. If you can say that again while looking me in the eyes, you can go ahead and ask the professor,” he taunted. I lifted my gaze to meet his and gulped. My throat was suddenly very dry.

 “C-can you find yourself another partner, because I want to ask the professor if I can work with my friend?” I said, my voice quivering. Why did he make me feel this way? Was I just having an off-day? Where is my confidence? He looked at me as if he was assessing the way I addressed him. He ran his hand along his sharp jawline, his fingertips hiding the small smirk on his lips.

“That was a good start,” he said, as he reached over me towards my pen and scribbled something on the sticky note that was attached to my laptop.

“My number,” he said, answering my unasked question. “Text me what she says.” He looked at me and smirked, “Actually no, call me and tell me what she says, because I would do anything to hear your voice say my name.”

It felt like my heart had lurched up to my throat. He chuckled, and gripped my chin as I began to avert my gaze from him again.

“I’ll see you around sweetheart,” he said, swiftly getting up to leave the class. Just before he exited the door, he turned back and met my gaze, which had followed his figure. His lips curved into a small smirk and he winked at me, causing the blood to rush to my cheeks.

I quickly looked away, and began packing my things. I rushed to the front of the class. I would do anything to get out of this group project with him. The professor smiled as I approached her.

“Hi Professor. Seo Yeon was actually absent from class today, and she usually sits next to me. I was wondering if I could work with her instead of my current partner?”  I spoke clearly; all the nervousness I had felt with Yoongi had disappeared.

“If this is because you feel that she won’t get a partner, you don’t have to worry. She will get someone else that was absent from today’s lecture. However, I want both of you to be paired with someone different, as you two always do every group activity together. So this time, it’s a no,” the professor said, giving me a small smile.

“Okay, thank you professor,” I said nonchalantly. You were my favourite, but not anymore.

As I exited the class, my shoulders felt heavy. God, what had I done to deserve this? And why him out of all people?

“I’m guessing she said no?” I jumped at the sound of Yoongi’s voice. He was leaning against the wall beside the entrance of the lecture hall. I placed a hand to my heart as if the gesture would calm it down. Yoongi noticed and chuckled wholeheartedly.

“Oh, man, I really should come to this class more often.” Yoongi said, shrugging off the wall and walking towards me. As he took steps towards me, I took steps back until I felt the wall press against my back. Yoongi put one of his hands on the wall next to my face and tilted his head.

“Don’t worry sweetheart, I’ll take good care of you over the next two weeks.”

A/N: omg, pls tell me if you liked it and if i should continue?? ~

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Andrew absolutely does 100% hate Neil.

Andrew’s the kid who gave all that up bc he didn’t want someone to suffer the same way he has.

Andrew Joseph Doe Minyard is the boy who went through life never having anything good, and the moment he did he decided to give up every ounce of self preservation to keep it just bc it made him happy. He told no one about the abuse he suffered not bc he doubted his own perception of it, but bc he knew no one would believe him, a juvenile delinquent with a probation officer at age 13.

Andrew’s the teen who thoroughly planned out the murder of his mother to protect a twin brother he barely knew (the same one he protected from Drake). He nearly killed full grown men for beating Nicky for his sexuality, and then allowed the people he protected call him soulless.

(“You’re not really a sociopath, are you?”

I never said I was.”)

Andrew’s the man who’s only ever been able to depend on himself for anything and everything. He didn’t believe Luther when he spun the whole ‘misunderstanding’ bullshit. He stopped believing anything Luther said. He’s the one who figured out and navigated his sexuality to the point where he had a healthy sexual relationship before Neil. Andrew is the one who, as soon as he found a therapist worth listening to, who saw him and not the homicidal idea everyone else thought he was, took his therapy seriously.

That being said, here’s another fact: Andrew rarely lies. He allows people’s misconceptions to lead them and simply doesn’t correct them.

When Andrew tells Neil he hates him, he means it. Everything good he ever had was taken away somehow (Cass, by her son’s abuse; Aaron, by his own reaction to Tilda’s death and subsequent broken promise). When he loses Aaron he stops trying for himself. He doesn’t make an attempt to stand up for himself after Nicky’s attack, he allows himself to make a deal with Kevin that Kevin could never keep, he lets his whole family think of him as a monster, he stays in Aaron’s promise and lets that hatred fester. He doesn’t care about himself in the long run, only about keeping the deals he’s made bc when he was 7 someone very bad broke a promise to him and he’ll never ever forget that.

So, enter Neil. The fourth person to see Andrew for who he is. The one who understands, but calls him out on his shit and doesn’t look at him like a threat. Neil, who could be the first thing in a long time he actually really really wants. It’s a problem, bc Andrew’s made himself untouchable as best he could up til now but when he thinks about Neil’s presence being wiped off the face of the planet his stomach churns.

He doesn’t have a lot of emotions. He shattered a long time ago, but there are a handful of things he cares about: his family, and his promises. Neil somehow worked his way into the former with the latter and now he’s there for good, but Andrew really doesn’t want to care about him. It’s so much easier not to. Sometimes he thinks about killing Neil just to remove the problem once and for all bc he hates this, but then he realizes.

Killing Neil is the one thing he can’t come back from.


so i sent this letter to harry via @eversincencwyork​ when she and @hlstardust​ went to his show in nashville. we were told that he’d get it, but i’m not sure if he did, and i’d like very much for him to see it. if you could pls reblog this post and/or retweet this tweet, i’d appreciate it so much. 

dear harry,

i’ve written this letter at least 7 times since may and every time it’s been a bit different because there’s just so much i’d like to say to you but there’s not enough time in the world for me to do that. (sorry for all the lowercase in advance because aesthetic – i actually hand wrote this first but i couldn’t mail it in time and i wanted to say something after the first concert so i have to type it – and also sorry for my rambling because there will probably be lots. chances are you’ll never get this but it can’t hurt to try, right? i’ve wanted to see you for half a decade now, but that doesn’t seem like it’s gonna happen, so this is my best shot. anyway.) previous letters were just me talking about how much i love the album and how much i love you and all the things that you do, but i think you’ve seen a lot of that already, so i’ll tell you a story about how you and one direction changed my life for the better & how much of myself i owe to you.

first, hi. i’m syeda (sa-ee-duh) and i’m 19 years old. i was born in pakistan and i moved to america in 2009, when i was 11. at first, it was exhilarating. being in a new country, finally being able to live with my dad as a proper family, learning so many new things. then 3 months later, school started and i experienced racism and xenophobia and islamophobia for what felt like the first time. (it wasn’t the first time; my little 9 yr old brother was stopped and searched and questioned at the airport bc he had a ‘suspicious name’) i didn’t know what those fancy words meant at the time & a lot of people my age still don’t know what xenophobia is, but anyway. in 2011, a girl in my social studies class said to me that sometimes she forgets i’m muslim because “you don’t wear that thing on your head and you don’t do bad things.” she said this when we were discussing 9/11 and it was a slap in the face. i’d lived in a muslim country all my life & i didn’t know muslims were known for doing “bad things.” and what she said about me not wearing a hijab made me feel ashamed. i wanted to wear it, but i was afraid of standing out even more, of everyone knowing i’m different – being able to see that i’m different. so i told my mom i wore it but i took it off as soon as i was on the school bus because kids like her made me feel embarrassed about being who i am. those comments never stopped. sometimes they were said jokingly, almost flippantly, as a generalization. sometimes they were directed at me personally. soon, america stopped being a safe haven & i kind of wanted to die. or, more accurately, i just didn’t wanna live & deal with those people all the time. they made me feel dirty in my own skin.

then you came along. around that same time, everyone was suddenly talked about one direction and one day i googled the words and found a live performance of what makes you beautiful. i watched it and absolutely adored the song and i remember looking at all 5 of you in your coordinated outfits and wondering how i’d ever remember all your names and tell you apart. (half a decade later, i can tell you all apart by your hands and i mean that in the least creepy way possible.) things didn’t magically get better, but now i had something in this ugly country that always cheered me up, so i clung to the band of 5 best friends, especially zayn. i saw a bit of myself (a pakistani muslim) in him and i felt hopeful about my future; if he could take on the world and have such incredible support, then i’d be fine. i saw the hate he received, too, and still does to this day, and it made me love him more and made me fiercely protective of him, of you all. so i held on tight to one direction, whenever things got tough, to see what you’d achieve next. every day and every minute has been so worth it, getting to see you all grow up with me and change the world for the better, i can’t even begin to explain to you. one direction has been my anchor for half a decade now & i have no words to properly say thanks.

all 5 of you have taught me a lot, helped me through a lot of shit, but you, harry, have a very, very special place in my heart, and i think you’ve held my hand through life more than any of the other boys, even zayn. you were 16 when you got thrown into this whirlwind & you’ve been nothing but kind and gracious throughout it all, even when others have been shit to you, and that is such an inspiration to me. “be a lover, choose love, give love,” and “treat people with kindness,” have genuinely become my life mottos and every single day i try to live by them. every day there’s a moment where i think to myself, “what would harry do?” and i consider myself so fucking lucky to have that. you’ve encouraged fans to pick someone who’s supportive – and that’s one of the best bits of advice i’ve ever heard. you continue to show your love and support for the lgbtq+ community and, harry, i’m crying while typing this because i cannot possibly describe to you what i feel when i see you on stage, prancing around waving rainbow flags. you grew out your hair and you paint your nails and i’ve seen young boys doing that now because they saw you do it – and they didn’t realize boys were allowed to have their nails painted. you don’t conform to gender roles, you’re always unabashedly yourself, you’re always supporting young girls and i just – all i can say is thank you. knowing you stand up for your fans, especially the girls who are always mocked by the media, and seeing you wear shirts that say women are smarter, and watching you have female opening acts for your shows makes me so, so fucking happy and so proud. i’ve seen you be completely yourself for years now and it helped me be myself. watching you and hearing the things you said to us made me confident enough to start wearing the hijab and now i wear it all the time. you’re the reason i don’t really give a damn anymore what people think of me, you’re the reason i’m able to tell my friends i’m biromantic, you’re the reason i strive to be a kinder person every day i wake up. there’s so many of us out there thinking, “i wanna be like him when i grow up,” and the crazy thing is, for a lot of us, you’re not that much older. you’re only 23, just four years older than me, and you’ve achieved so much and there’s so much more you’re going to do and i cannot wait.

i’m gonna wrap this up. thank you. thank you for every single thing that you do. thank you for always being you, for never conforming to people’s beliefs and expectations about you. thank you for bringing light into my life and making me want to love myself. thank you for being the reason i met my best friends (who live in 4 different states in america, in brazil, and in england) and one of them will bring this to your show and try to get it to you. i’ve had some of the best memories with them, including listening to your album together on a group call as soon as it was released and watching your first concert online. you have been so so kind to me and i am so incredibly proud of everything you stand for. i’m sorry i haven’t been able to see you, but maybe someday i will. fingers crossed. until then, thank you, thank you, thank you. i feel honored to have you in my life, harry styles, and i love you so very much. when you called us your best friends, i was sat on my bed at 1 a.m. crying my eyes out because i always think of you as my best friend, as my older brother, as my teeny tiny rose petal. hearing you call us your best friends made me feel too much and i’m still crying. i love you loads and i hope one day i get to tell you that in person.

(if by some miracle this ends up in your hands, please do me a favour and maybe send me a thumbs up on instagram so i know – not that i’ll be holding my breath. also please send my love to louis, liam, and niall. i’m very patiently waiting for 1d to come back and tour mitam. you guys promised me.)

p.s. i have a question. why did you put ‘truly, madly, deeply’ and ‘irresistible’ on the target version and only release them in america? why did you let your two purest songs die? they deserve better.

all the love always & forever, 

syeda ♡ (sept. 23, 2017)

plots i’d kill for
  • s o u l m a t e s
  • bonnie and clyde au
  • natural born kilers au
  • ‘you were overseas with my brother/sister/boyfriend and i lowkey resent you because you came back and they didn’t’ au
  • ‘you’re a vampire and i look exactly like the lover you sired centuries ago but had to kill why the fuck are you staring at me like that should i be scared i’m scared ’ au
  • ‘i came to your house party but it was lame and you were super rude to little drunk me so i stole your cat/dog cOME GET IT NOW PLS’ au

Welcome to the second installment of the cookie challenge, where I asked you guys to give me a cookie from a specific list and a character (or characters)…and then from there I base an outfit and overall piece off of the cookie.

Photos and idea for the challenge both come from this post!!
Additionally, you can find some sweet, sweet high resolution versions on Bird Noises website.


So apparently the Flowisk wedding was a meme a while back, and of course, I’m late to every party. Here’s an overly fancy (but still pretty simple!) pretend kiddie wedding.

I wanted to combine these together because the cookies go together and also I am weak.


All of these ended up looking like wedding cards and it’s amusing me way too much.
Theming these batches is going to be difficult now that I’ve tackled favorite characters and the pairings that are dear to my heart…but I’ll figure it out.

Thank you to everyone who sent in the requests from this batch!! I’m having so much fun doing these, and I can’t wait to do the rest.


[sort of started here]

Vader: [text] luke?? luke pls respond pls
Luke: i dont know what u want me to say
Vader: come back here and we can talk about it ill tell u everything
Luke: absolutelynot
Vader: im not the one who lied to u!!! that was obiwan!!! be mad at him i know i totally am!!!!!!
Luke: um u cut off my hand
Vader: ok so mistakes were made but also im ur dad and u were yelling at me 
Luke: 🙄
Vader: look just come here. the important thing is that obiwans dead and now that we both know the truth you and i can bond and i can explain all of it  
Luke: bens not dead u know
Vader: what
Luke: hes notdead. ive spoken to him. i mean hes not alive either though i think it’s sort of a greyarea
Vader: what the fuck are u talking about son did they give u a lot of pain pills 
Luke: i dont know what he did? but he’s like a ghost that can talk to me sometimes. with the force
Vader: he came back from the dead and he can talk to force users???
Luke: …apparently? anyways the next time i seethat guy hes getting an earful 
Vader: what ur suggesting isnt possible son. u cant cheat death. trust me.
Vader: also if obiwan was a ghost he’d come visit me first
Luke: look i dont knw what to tell u but ive heard and seen him. 
Vader: seriously? like it was really him?
Luke: omg why am i eventalking to u 
Vader: what did he say?
Luke: idk stuff about the force 
Vader: what else? did he mention me at all??
Luke: what is WRONG WITH YOU. youre trying to get me to join u and all u want to know is what ben’s ghost said about u???
Vader: im just curious!!!!!! im sorry but it literally makes no sense that hed talk to u first 
Luke: omfg
Luke: r u jealous??? 
Vader: no
Luke: right

Professor Layton characters as Spongebob quotes

Don Paolo: Aw, cheer up! It could be worse! Yeah, you could be bald and have a big nose.

Claire: You know, if I were to die right now in some sort of fiery explosion due to the carelessness of a friend, well, that would just be okay.

Layton: The inner machinations  of my mind are an enigma.

Luke: Gee, Patrick, I didn’t know you could speak bird. No, that’s Italian Spongebob.

Emmy: Goodbye everyone, I’ll remember you all in therapy!

Randall: You used me…FOR LAND DEVELOPMENT!

Clive:  Fuuuu-tuuurre!

 Descole: 1% evil, 99% hot gas

Henry: What do you usually do when I’m gone? Wait for you to come back.

Do You Think I'm Ok?

Originally posted by daddyvibe

Request: Yo, how’s it going?? I read you wanted requests and I got oone✌🏻!! :D could you do like a teamiplier x fem!reader thing, where the reader comes back from vacay and their car breaks down half way home, nobody’s picking up their phones (+she has no cash) and it’s raining like crazy? Reader is pissed, gets home and everyone is scared/confused as why Reader is completely soaked but then smbdy makes a sassy remark and they all laugh? This is so specific Aah sorry Love your fics ❤️

Summary: Fem!Reader gets stranded because her car just craps out on her so she walks home in the rain and fights the whole squad.

A/N: Hello!  Wrote this at like 3am last night and I feel ok with it. As always anything italicized is the inner thought of reader or any other character (except for the part about the voicemails obviously)! Not much to say about this one except it was so difficult to find a gif of the entire team. This is the best I could find and Kathryn is barely visible :( Seriously though why is the teamiplier tag so empty when it comes to gifs? Anyway, hope you enjoy!

Wordcount:1232, not too long I guess

Request some more! I don’t have class unil later tonight so I have plenty of free time and hope to post a couple more times today! Then after today spraaang breeeak sah dude keep me busy over break pls

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i’m proud to say i got you (1 /2)

this is mostly exploratory and largely self-indulgent, i just want 1A to talk about this. i’ve come to love bakugo a whole bunch so i wont vilify him, but the way the kid treated izuku back when was hecked up and for at least my own sake i want someone to admit it

summary: there’s a history behind midoriya’s stammers and full-body flinches, an ugly word for what he went through before coming to yuuei, tenya just doesn’t want to think it.

2k genfic, iida & deku

story tag / ao3


Midoriya is very small and impossibly kind, and unlike almost anyone else their age that Tenya has ever met.

For all his strength – and his strength is undeniable, Tenya has known him to be a force to be reckoned with from the moment he and all the other Yuuei hopefuls watched Midoriya topple that giant robot during the entrance exam – Midoriya startles so easily at even the sound of his own name, even called by a friend from across the common room.

He cringes as he turns around, as though experience has taught him to fear. Tenya can’t help but notice that.

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The Donor Story

- Part 5 -

*the hospital employees are in the middle of trying to get Andrew’s heart beating again, when a flash of light suddenly erupts from the core of his body, blinding everyone in the room. They all react by stumbling backwards, either turning their heads away or shielding their eyes with their arms. Alphys yelps and covers her own face. Once the light dims down, she peeks over her arm to look upon Andrew. She stares in awe at the alterations that were made to his physical appearance. His once shaved head now has lengthened onyx black hair. His skin tone is still quite fair, but with a touch of warmth to his color. His ears are pointier at the tip, almost like elf ears*

*the monitor beside his bed has stabilized to a consistent tune, signaling a regular heartbeat. The employees turn to look at the body, and they were bewildered by the sight*

Human male: What the heck just happened..?

*one of the employees notices that the patient’s chest is not moving. They lean in close to the face, checking for any signs of breathing. Not a breath of air comes up*

???: He’s not breathing.

Human male: *shakes out of his bewilderment* Get him on life support. Now!

*the employees act quickly, setting up the ventilator. They extend a wide tube from the machine and carefully insert it through the patient’s mouth down into his windpipe. Eventually the chest rises and falls, accompanied by the passage of air that leaves and enters the ventilator*

*Alphys comes to the patient’s side as the others make his body comfortable, giving him a fresh bag of IV*

Alphys: Faris, are you there? ..C-Can you hear me..?

*there’s no response. No bat of an eye. He remains silent, eyes shut*

*when the hospital employees finish treating the patient, they slide the curtain away. Yousra lifts her head to the sound of the curtain being moved, and she stands herself up. She and Papyrus watch as they exit the room one after another. The last person to leave is the human male. He turns to look back in*

Human male: Dr. Alphys, I’d like to have a word with you outside.

Alphys: *blinks* Y-Yes, sir…

*as he leaves, Yousra comes running in*

Yousra: How is Faris? Is he alright?

Alphys: Uh.. W-Well, his heart seems to be stable… but he is not responding nor is he breathing.. Right now, he is on life support so he can gather oxygen. Hopefully it will stimulate his lungs to start functioning on their own *she bows her head* Pl-Please excuse me. I will be back in a few minutes *she exits the room*

*Yousra watches her go, then turns to the patient, presumably Faris. She warily approaches him and looks down at him. She wished she didn’t have to see Faris’ new body like this, unconscious, unresponsive to surroundings. She studies his face, his black hair, his sharp brows, the faint hairs along his jawline.. It was very different from his last body. He appeared more human than monster this time. With curiosity, Yousra reaches down to touch his hair. It feels super soft and airy, like she’s running her fingers through a cloud of smoke. Yousra pulls her hand back and turns away, her cheeks blushing. She covers her mouth and fights back tears urging to spill out*

Papyrus: Yousra..?

Yousra: ..! *whips her head over to the door where Papyrus peers in*

Papyrus: How is he doing..?

Yousra: *she stares at him, then quickly breaks eye contact, looking down. She answers in a harsh tone* I don’t know.

Papyrus: ..Oh…

*there is an uncomfortable silence between the two. Papyrus can’t think of a word to say that’d be appropriate at this time. Alphys finally returns*

Alphys: Phew, sorry I had to leave like that.

Papyrus: Is everything okay?

Alphys: Ohh, he just wanted me to explain what had happened, that’s all.. *she then glances at the wall clock. It’s a little after 1 in the morning* It’s quite late, isn’t it.. Y-You two should probably get some sleep.

Yousra: I’d like to stay here and watch over Faris..

Alphys: Oh.. okay.. There are visiting hours, but.. I will allow you to stay as long as you wish. I-I understand how much he means to you.. But it’s important that you get some rest, too.

Papyrus: What about Sans? Should I take him home?

Alphys: I-It’s best that he stays here for the night since he is still asleep. I-I need to run a few tests anyway while he’s here..

Papyrus: Tests..?

Alphys: It’s a little requirement just to be sure his soul is okay.. Will you be staying as well, Papyrus?

Papyrus: Uh.. if you don’t mind my company, I would like to stay to check on Sans and Faris..

Alphys: *smiles* O-Of course I don’t mind. If you ever get tired, you can rest out in the lounge. There’s food and drink dispensers too if you ever get hungry.

Papyrus: Thanks, Alphys.

*Alphys nods, then goes to V(Sans)’s side, taking a q-tip from a carrying case between her fingers. She exposes V’s soul briefly to swab the grey area with the cotton tip, and transfers the soul particle onto a small plastic disk*

Alphys: I will be away for a while. Make yourselves comfortable *she leaves the room with the sample*

*Papyrus watches her, then glances at Yousra. Neither of them really interact much after what’s happened. Papyrus decides to let Yousra be and goes out into the lounge area. Yousra pulls up a chair and sits down beside Faris. She observes the tube in his mouth, then his eyes which remain shut*

Yousra: Faris.. I.. I don’t know if you can hear me.. but.. Remember what you said to me? You said.. that after all this was over, you would come back to me.. I’m still here, waiting for you.. Please.. don’t break that promise you made to me *she clings onto part of the bedspread covering over Faris, and she rests her head on him* I don’t want to be alone..

*Yousra tries to keep herself awake, but she’s drained after everything that’s happened that night. She ends up falling asleep. When she wakes by morning, she still finds Faris unconscious, the ventilator still helping him breathe. The monitor continues to beep regularly. Yousra rubs her eyes and resumes to watching over him. Papyrus later comes in, placing his hand on her shoulder*

Papyrus: Er.. good morning, Yousra. Uh.. would you like some breakfast? They have doughnuts and coffee.

Yousra: ..Maybe later..

Papyrus: But you will need to eat something. You can’t go on without an empty sto-

Yousra: I can take care of myself!

*Papyrus flinches. Yousra frowns in reaction to her tone. She softens her voice*

Yousra: I’m sorry.. I’m just a little upset. All these bad things.. they seem to always happen to me.

Papyrus: *he crouches down beside her* I know you’re worried about Faris.. I care about him, too. Even though he is no longer inside my brother, I still accept him like part of the family, just as you accept him no matter what body he’s in.. But you know what I do in times like these? I always look to the positive side of things, despite everything bad that goes on. I’m sure that Faris will be okay! *he grins*

Yousra: ..Heh..

Papyrus: So be hopeful, Yousra *gives her a hug* We’re all here with you.

Yousra: *she shows a weak smile and returns the hug* Thank you, Papyrus.

Papyrus: Anything for a friend! Now.. *he pulls away to look at her* Are you sure you don’t want anything to eat?

Yousra: Um.. I guess coffee will be okay.

Papyrus: Then I will go get it for you! *he jumps to his feet and lunges out of the room*

???: *someone shouts outside the room* No running in the hall!

Papyrus: *voice in the distance* Sorry..

*Yousra laughs to herself, then focuses back on Faris. Time continues to pass by with no update on his condition. He is still unconscious, hooked to a ventilator. The longer he stays like this, the harder it becomes for Yousra to keep her confidence up*

*V is already awake at this point, and Papyrus has explained everything to him of what he missed. Alphys has also shared with him some urgent news regarding his soul. According to the test result, V had developed a mutation due to the merge of his soul and Faris’ fragment. Although Faris had been successfully removed, V’s soul still retained the traits he gathered from him. This meant that his magic would still have that smoky look to them, and his diet would be restricted to only red food. Hearing all this has left V in disbelief. He may have regained full consciousness of his body, but he was still not entirely himself. After being informed of all this, he’s avoided going back into the room. He couldn’t stand being in the same room with Faris, even while unconscious. Papyrus and Alphys still stopped by to check on Faris, and every now and then Fuku would come in to take care of him by either giving him a fresh bag of fluids or bathing his body with a washcloth. It was protocol for her to do such tasks for patients like Faris. Yousra spent most of her time watching over him, waiting for the day that he’d wake up*

*Around lunchtime, Alphys offers Yousra some coins to go get a snack to eat. Yousra is reluctant to leave Faris, but Alphys promises to stay with him until she comes back. Yousra gets up and goes into the lobby. She inserts a few coins into a vending machine and dials the code for a bag of chips. She waits for the machine to dispense the snack, but the bag gets caught on the end of the coil. The stuck bag only leads Yousra to suddenly release all her frustrations, rattling and slamming the machine with all her strength until her temper subsides, leaning herself against the machine. She watches the bag of chips finally drop to the bottom of the slot*

???: Excuse me, is there a problem?

Yousra: *looks over her shoulder at the person talking. It was a rabbit monster* ..No..

Rabbit monster: Then I’d appreciate if you don’t cause so much racket. There are people here who are trying to rest. Please be more courteous of others.

Yousra: Sorry. It won’t happen again..

*the rabbit monster turns tail and goes the other way. Yousra lets out a long sigh, then snatches the bag from the vending machine and goes back into the room. Alphys is checking on Faris to see if he is breathing on his own yet, but still no luck. Yousra sits in her chair and nibbles on her snack as she looks at Faris*

*Every hour seems to go on in repeat. Getting up to use the restroom, grab a snack, or wait in the hall for Fuku to finish bathing Faris, then coming back to see no changes made. It’s become a daily routine. Papyrus continues to stay optimistic, but Yousra’s positive vibe dwindles with each passing day. It’s difficult to hold onto that positivity when she is the negative entity of her being*

*Like the previous days, she sits by Faris’ side, keeping him company. She plays with his hair and hums a tune to him, even if he can’t hear her. She hums a song Faris once sang to her around Valentine’s Day. It was the first song she ever heard him sing. Her humming breaks up as she tries to hold in the grief. She cherished moments like that, and it hurt to think that she may never experience anything like it again. She decides to stop and rest her head down, burying her face into the blanket. Everything just seemed.. hopeless. She let the sound of the ticking clock, the continuous beeping of the monitor, and the occasional air pressure from the ventilator consume her. They were pretty much the only sounds she ever heard in this room, aside from Alphys, Papyrus, or Fuku occasionally talking to her. It was a haunting lullaby. She gradually drifts into a slumber, when a muffled vocal sound then joins the symphony. Someone was trying to continue the song Yousra had started. Yousra’s eyes pop open, and she jolts upward, looking at Faris. Faris’ eyes were still closed, but his mouth was moving, trying to mumble words according to the song. He struggles with the tube lodged in his mouth*

Yousra: Faris? ..Faris, can you hear me??

*Faris’ brows squish together. He convulses as he tries to speak. The tube was gagging him. Yousra springs to her feet and bolts to the door*

Yousra: Nurse! Doctor! Anyone! Help! Someone, please!!

*Papyrus and V are out in the lounge when they hear her scream. Papyrus jumps to his feet while V remains seated*

Yousra: It’s Faris! I think he’s trying to breathe!

*Papyrus hurries over at the same time the fire monster, Fuku, arrives to help. She remains calm as she instructs Yousra to try and keep Faris relaxed. Yousra stands near Faris, trailing her fingers through his hair. His spasms seem to calm down from her touch. Fuku shuts down the ventilator and carefully slides the tube out of Faris’ throat. A flicker of hope is ignited inside Yousra as she watches Faris’ chest rise and fall without the aid of the machine. She settles into the chair and moves her hand to take his*

Yousra: Faris.. Faris, it’s me Yousra.. I’m here…

*Faris’ lips murmur something inaudible, and his eyelids lift just enough for a pair of crimson irises to peer from underneath. His pupils blaze like fireballs. Alphys shows up, out of breath, just in time to witness Faris’ arousal from unconsciousness. Faris’ eyes sway left and right. He can barely keep his eyelids open. He must have still been drowsy*

Faris: Yousra..?

*hearing her name makes Yousra tear up*

Yousra: Yes, I’m here..

*Faris’ eyes close and open lethargically. His vision recovers little by little until he can finally see her, and he gives her a lazy smile. Yousra couldn’t contain herself and sprung onto him, smothering him in a hug*

Yousra: I was afraid you’d never wake up..

*Faris didn’t say much. He mainly touched around Yousra to be sure he was really awake. Papyrus and Alphys come up to him*

Papyrus: Hello, Faris! It’s good to see you awake!

Faris: Mm…

Alphys: Thank goodness.. How do you feel right now?

Faris: ..Tired..

Alphys: *nods* It must have taken a lot of willpower for you to recover and take full possession of the body.

Faris: Mm… so… how do I look..?

*Yousra has her head turned away in an attempt to hide her opinion of him. Her face was tinged with redness*

Papyrus: You have hair now!

Faris: Hair..?

*Alphys takes out a portable mirror from her pocket and unfolds it so Faris can have a look at his reflection. Faris scans himself over. He touches under his eye, then feels around his jaw, brushing over the short whiskers*

Papyrus: How does it feel to have a human body?

Faris: ..Hard to believe that this is me.. *moves the mirror away from him and slumps into the pillow, releasing a long sigh* Thank you, Andrew..

Alphys: You should probably let yourself rest some more. Y-You used up a lot of energy to heal.

Faris: ..Yeah.. I think I will.. *he closes his eyes, sighing softly*

*Alphys turns to Fuku and thanks her for the help, then leaves the room with a spring in her step. She felt at ease that Faris was showing improvement. Yousra stays in the chair to be with Faris. Papyrus pats her on the shoulder and smiles to her, then walks out*

Fuku: *smiles* If you ever need anything, just give us a buzz. You don’t need to shout in the hall, okay?

Yousra: Sorry..

Fuku: You’re fine. I just want you to be aware of it *she then exits the room*

*Faris and Yousra are now alone in the room. Yousra is checking over Faris’ tired face*

Faris: ..That song you were humming.. I remember singing it to you.. I heard you humming it..

Yousra: *teases him* You were eavesdropping? How dare you..

Faris: *shows a weak, toothy smile* You sounded nice.. I liked your voice..

Yousra: Then would you like me to spoil you and hum lullaby to you~?

Faris: *has one eye peep open to look at her* ..Maybe~

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Yousra © @superyoumna

Realization ~ J.M.

a/n: I love doing things I suck at :’) anyway enjoy the first imagine I’ve ever written hopefully it doesn’t suck too much since I wrote this at like 1:30 am lmao also shoutout to viki (@nightsspentthinking) for proofreading ily 

requested?  nope I just wrote it because yolo i don’t actually use yolo don’t come at me pls im being ironic 

summary: remember how 2016 was the year of realizing things according to Kylie Jenner? Well that’s exactly what we’re gonna be doing today. So buckle up lmao. Wow great description 10/10 anyway you’re best friends with Jonah and after a rough night you come to a realization.

You make your way back to your block after a long night of staying out. You’d had a huge fight with your parents over something you don’t even remember anymore but it had all been building up for a while now and you couldn’t take it anymore. All you remember is wanting to escape all the drama and sneaking out to go hang out with your friends. You grab your phone and find a bunch of notifications with missed calls from your parents. “I’m so screwed” you mutter under your breath. You look at the time,  ‘5:30 AM’ it reads. You sigh walking into your street, sneaking out was all fun and games unless of course you get caught.

You decided against going inside and getting lectured by your parents and instead called your best friend, Jonah. “Y/N?“ You hear a yawn and some stumbling around “What’s up is something wrong?” “I need a place to stay, can you come pick me up?” You waited for him to respond but it stayed silent for a while until he finally broke the silence telling you he’d be there in five before whispering  “are you okay?  You’re scaring me” “I just need my best friend right now” you simply stated and with that you hung up and turned off your phone.

Jonah picked you up shortly after and drove back to his place, both of you stayed silent during the ride. You got out of the car and whispered a thank you before walking up to his front porch and sitting down. You suddenly feel him grab your shoulder and pulling you into a hug, you bury your face in his chest and whisper “please don’t let go” he just nodded and hugged you tighter.  After what felt like forever you finally let go “do you want to talk about it?” he asked.You sighed thinking about it for a while before you responded: "I’d rather not”. 

After sitting in front of his house for the longest time just talking and joking around, you both went inside. “I’m tired” you said “yeah well it’s 8:30 in the morning Y/N it’s not rocket science that your body is tired after such a long night” he jokingly said to you before bursting out in laughter. You pretended to be offended but gave in and told him that he was right. He took your hand and told you to follow him upstairs so you could get into bed. You spaced out and stared at Jonah for a while, just looking at his face while he made another joke that you didn’t quite hear. You got a weird feeling in your stomach but you just shook it off and told yourself it was because you’d been up too long.

 When you get up to his room you look at the bed, you never noticed this before but for a tall guy like Jonah he had a pretty small bed. You dropped your purse on the ground next to the couch and just laid down closing your eyes. You open your eyes again when you hear someone walk around the hall, Jonah walks back into the room with a toothbrush and a hoodie in his hands. “What are you doing on the couch?” he asks looking at you with a confused look. “Well I don’t know about you but I’m trying to get some sleep”. “I can see that but what I actually meant was why are you on the couch and not the bed?”. You looked at the bed and back at Jonah and just shrugged. “I don’t know, I guess I thought you were sleeping there”. You sat up on the couch and looked at him waiting for a response. “So you thought I was gonna make you sleep on the couch?”. “As a matter of fact, I did.” He didn’t answer immediately and just chuckled “no one’s sleeping on that couch it’s not comfortable enough to sleep on.” You look at him with a puzzled look on your face. “What are you saying, Marais?” “I’m saying that we can sleep in the bed unless you don’t want to share the bed of course then I can sleep on the couch." 

You’d spend the night at Jonah’s tons of times but you’d always fallen asleep on the couch together or on a big mattress, never in his bed. He waved his hand in front of your face "Hello earth to Y/N? Anyone there?” You looked up and quickly answered, “yeah, we can share I wouldn’t let you sleep on an uncomfortable couch after all”. He finally handed you the hoodie and the toothbrush he had been holding this whole time and you went into the bathroom to brush your teeth and put on the hoodie. You looked in the mirror after putting on the hoodie, it was really big and almost fit like a dress for you but it was perfect to sleep in since it was also very soft and smelled like Jonah, you felt that weird feeling in your stomach creep up again. You pretended it wasn’t there and went back into his room. “See it fits perfectly” he joked. “Ha ha very funny Jonah, I can’t help that you’re a giant”. He was already in bed and you crawled in bed next to him. You were facing Jonah as you both laid in bed just looking at each other in silence. You found yourself staring at his face again, his beautiful, perfect face you thought to yourself. You stopped, this was Jonah, your best friend, you can’t think that. You do not like Jonah, you can’t like him, you told yourself. You repeated it in your head like a mantra. You snapped out of it when you heard your name and looked up at the boy. “Are you sure you’re okay? You seem kind of out of it”. Thanks to him you had completely forgotten about all of the shit you had to deal with throughout the past week. He always made you feel safe and knew how to cheer you up. “I actually feel a lot better now, thanks for always being there for me without hesitation. Even at 5:30 in the morning when I need a place to stay”. 

He smiled “I’ve always got your back you know that Y/N”. You smiled back at him “and I’ve always got yours”. He pulled you into a hug and you guys stayed like that. After a while, it seemed like Jonah had fallen asleep and you found yourself admiring his complexion once again. You tried really hard to think about something else but it just wouldn’t work. You sighed and decided to stop fighting it since it wasn’t gonna work. You laid there admiring his face for just a little bit longer. Maybe you did like Jonah a little, but only like a tiny bit, you lied to yourself. “How can you possibly be this cute while sleeping?” you mutter. His eyes suddenly open and he just smirks at you. “Are you flirting with me Y/N?”

I Had You, I’ve Lost You.

//Jerome Valeska x reader.

Requested: Yes.

A/n: Sorry this was kind of short.

Summary: While all the rest of the Maniax are down celebrating with Theo, Jerome goes up to the roof and thinks about his life.

Rating: Angsty Fluff.

Warnings: Lots of angst.

Song: The Night We Met, Lord Huron.

Title: I Had You, I’ve Lost You. //


I am not the only traveler

Who has not repaid his debt

I’ve been searching for a trail to follow again

Take me back to the night we met

And then I can tell myself



Jerome swings his legs subconsciously as he stares out at the dark night sky, his hands gripping the edge of the roof. He can vaguely hear the cheering and laughing of everyone in the building underneath him, and he lets out a long sigh, tipping his head up, lifting his face to the sky. “How’ve you been?” He asks, closing his eyes as the wind picks up, the air suddenly chilling. His grip tightens, anger boiling through him. “I know it was my choice,” he whispers, his head hanging quickly as he stares down at the twinkling lights framing the mansion. “I know…” Jerome’s body convulses as he shudders, the hairs on his neck standing up. He pulls out his phone and unlocks it slowly, clicking into his contacts and staring down at her name. His thumb hovers over the call button. He hits the button and he shoves his phone back in his pocket.

“Jerome! No, come on. Don’t take a picture of me- Jerome! Please delete it Jerome, I look really bad- Jerome, come on.”

“Aw, sugar. You’re adorable. You’re the cutest little thing, look at you- hey! Don’t try and take my pho- ah! Nope, you’re not getting this.”


“Jerome, come on!”


A smile slips onto his face at the memory of that. He loved it. He loved how she had tried to take the picture, how she’d jumped when he’d held it over his head. His hands dig into his pockets again as he pulls out the photo, the one thing he always carries with him. He holds the laminated paper in his hands, and he begins to shake slightly.

“Jerome, I love you.”


What the hell I’m supposed to do

And then I can tell myself

Not to ride along with you

I had all and then most of you

Some and now none of you

Take me back to the night we met


A part of Jerome recoils slightly as he thinks about when y/n had said those words. He hadn’t deserved to hear them.

He still doesn’t deserve it.

He falls back and lays down on the flat roof, his feet still hanging off as he stares up at the sky.


I don’t know what I’m supposed to do

Haunted by the ghost of you

Oh, take me back to the night we met

When the night was full of terrors

And your eyes were filled with tears

When you had not touched me yet

Oh, take me back to the night we met

I had all and then most of you

Some and now none of you

Take me back to the night we met

I don’t know what I’m supposed to do

Haunted by the ghost of you

Take me back to the night we met



“I miss you,” he murmurs. “I’ve thought about calling. I’ve thought about it a lot…” His eyes flutter shut and he lets out a long sigh. “I should’ve answered when you called…” His eyes pop open as a sad smile slips onto his face. “But I couldn’t answer. Not after how I left you. I couldn’t drag you back in, y/n. That’s why I didn’t answer.” He didn’t know if she had picked up, if it had gone to voice mail, but he can’t bring himself to check. Something about knowing whether or not she was going to hear what he was about to say…it scared him.

“I didn’t deserve you,” he continues. “I didn’t deserve you. I wasn’t good enough, y/n. I’m not a good person. You’ve seen the news…I’m sure that’s why you called. I won’t drag you down with me, y/n. I won’t do it. I’m sorry. I didn’t want to leave you, I didn’t mean to hurt you. I never wanted to hurt you. I love you, y/n. And I know I’ve never said that before but it’s true, I love you. I love you, that’s why I left you. I can’t…I can’t watch me poison you. You’re so perfect, y/n…you care so much. I’m sorry.” He reaches into his pocket, gripping the phone. “Goodbye…I love you.” With that, he pulls out the phone, his thumb moving over to the hang up button.

“Jerome! You idiot!”


He recoils at the faint sound of her voice, closing his eyes and relishing in its sound.

“Don’t you dare hang up! Don’t do this! Just tell me where you are, please,” He can hear her soft sobbing, and his heart aches.

“Answer me Jerome. Answer me!” Her voice rises to a shout. “You broke my heart you idiot! Answer me right now! You say you don’t want to hurt me but that’s what you’re doing!”

A sharp pain slices through Jerome’s heart.

Please answer me! Jerome, I can’t take this. I love you, answer me! I know you’re there. Don’t do this to me Jerome, please! Pl-

The beeping of the call being disconnected silences her pleas, and Jerome’s eyes grow misty as he puts his phone back in his pocket.

“Hey, what are you doing up here?” He stands up and turns around, his gaze landing on Barbara. “Come on, you’re gonna get sick. We’re talking about our plans for tomorrow. Get down here,” Barbara’s voice is filled with fondness, and Jerome steps forward, wrapping his arms around her. “Hey! What the-”

“I made a mistake,” he whimpers. Barbara glances at him in confusion before hugging him back, her heart immediately warming.

“It’s okay. Come on, let’s get down there and celebrate.” As Jerome goes back into the building with her, he ignores the insistent ringing of his phone.

He’d given himself one call. He’d said what he needed to. He was free of his past.

Then why do I still feel so empty?

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Maybe the two of you are in the couch, watching a movie on a lazy Saturday night…

Harry sneaks a few kisses here and there, but is consistently trying to distract you from what is happening on-screen. He catches your lips in between his, not letting you pull away as easily this time. You eagerly bite at his lip, earning a chuckle from him and an even more eager kiss back.

It’s not too long until you’re over his lap, straddling his hips. He lets you fight for dominance, being a little cocky at first. You quickly put this to shame though, and roll your hips over his, moan strangled between your shared kiss. A smirk is prominent on your face as you do it again, encouraged by the whimpers Harry is trying so hard to hold back.

You stop for a minute, catching your breath (and more importantly, being a tease). He groans, head falling back as the pressure on his bulge comes to a halt.

“C'mon,” he whines, “Don’t tease m'like that.”

You pull his head back up to look at you, hand holding his chin, “Tell me how you want it then, Daddy.”

It’s his turn to smirk now.