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Myers Briggs Types by Whether You Should Fight Them

ENFJ: Fight them, when the occasion calls for it. You will win, but only if you keep your emotions out of it. Where there are emotions, they have the power.

ENFP: FOR THE LOVE OF EVERYTHING WHY WOULD YOU FIGHT THEM??? Honestly their INT-x friends will kill you anyway, so back off.

INFJ: They are so pure, sometimes you will want to fight them, just to shake things up. But they are frustratingly dense in their goodness and won’t realize what you’re doing. They will probably try to comfort you as though you are the one who was fought.

INFP: Don’t. They’re soft and smol and you will feel bad about it afterwards.

ESFJ: Don’t even–just leave them. Leave them to themselves, and the worlds they have chosen to aggressively care for.

ESFP: You will die, but it will be worth it. Someone has to fight them. Someone has to stop them. But it’s like fighting the sun, so you will definitely die.

ISFP: Why would you fight them? Like the INFJ, they will not know what you are doing. They will laugh and send you memes instead, but kindly.

ISFJ: Sometimes you will want to, but you should not. They just want to garden in one way or another, so just hand them a rake and go find yourself an ESTP.

ESTJ: Fight them. Dear God, fight them. They are combative but unimaginative, and must be crushed.

ESTP: Trust me, you’ve already fought one.

ISTP: Ehh, don’t bother. They are unreadable and elusive. They are probably causing others to lowkey suffer, but it’s just not worth your time.

ISTJ: No. Do not fight them. You will lose. They are organized, efficient, and tireless. Fighting them will end in death by a thousand precise cuts.

ENTJ: You will want to fight them, and you should. But approach with care. They are the generals of society and will destroy you and your whole family if given an opportunity. Consult an INTJ.

ENTP: They can and must be fought. Prepare yourself; they are wily and full of memes, and they play dirty. Wait for them to prematurely triumph and go in for the kill-stroke.

INTP: You will want to fight them, but you will not know how.

INTJ: You fool.

La Douleur Exquise Pt 2 | Incubus!Yoongi AU

summary: in which you accidentally summon an incubus in the middle of your shitty apartment and he won’t leave until you agree to have sex with him. until then, min yoongi, incubus extraordinaire, is now your sexually promiscuous and grumpy roommate. aka, the incubus au no one fucking asked for.

warnings: lots of swearing, and some bondage and dom/sub!tones (uhh but not really? you’ll get it when you read it hhhh)

genre: fluff, angst, humor, smut

words: 5.8K

a/n: since it’s my 18th bday, i decided to upload this because it has my very first smut scene hhhh ok but it’s not really a smut scene (you’ll understand when you read) and i wanted to celebrate by posting this today!! hope you enjoy~

➵  part 1 // part 2 (you’re here!) // part 3 // part 4 (coming soon!)


Yoongi supposed, for all intents and purposes, that tonight could not have gone any better in his opinion.

He never took you for the type who would be into bondage and orgasm denial, but who was he to deny a lovely lady’s request? Even more so, a beautiful lady who was currently begging for his touch, or so at least that was what he assumed you were saying through the mouth gag he had placed on you.

“What was that, princess? You want me to touch you?” He smirked, his long fingers barely grazing the top of your soaked white panties. You only groaned through the gag; your hips jerked up reflexively, attempting to chase the touch of his fleeing fingers. Your eyes were teary from pent up arousal, having been denied your orgasm at least three times in the last two hours. But oh, did you love it.

Who would have thought that the fiery, sarcastic girl who summoned him two weeks ago could be such a fine submissive?

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My Soldier

Here we go! My first Alex imagine! Hope you like it as much I enjoyed writing it! Leave your comments behind, I’d appreciate it very much! (Picture doesn’t belong to me! I found it on google pictures!)


“(Y/N) my dear, can you hang up the laundry outside, please? I’m quite busy with preparing lunch.”

“Of course, Anne.”  The young woman responded to her future mother-in-law, making her way towards the bathroom. She took a hold of the laundry basket where the freshly washed laundry was neatly folded and put in, then carrying it to the backyard. The weather was beautiful, a perfect summer day and the sun was shining warmly on the sky, not even a single cloud was to be seen.  (Y/N) loved days like this. It changed her mood to a better one. And now that war had taken place, she needed a little distraction even more.

She walked through a sea of different flowers, feeling them brushing her uncovered legs and the touch left a comfortable sensation behind. When she arrived to the hanger, she placed the basket to the ground, bent down and grabbed the first piece of clothes and hung them up, attaching it with two clothes pegs. As she continued doing her task, her mind easily drifted to the young man that she loved with all her heart.

It was not a long time ago that he left off for war but for (Y/N) it felt like a whole eternity. Living without him for a special amount of time was a deep agony. She missed him being around her. His smile, his eyes, his hugs and even his terrible jokes. When Alex told her and his family that he was going to fight against the Germans, it crushed (Y/N)’s heart. She knew letting him go was a huge risk, he might never come back to her, safe and sound. And they were very close to marrying each other. (Y/N) had been so excited to finally settling down with him, living a live as a married couple. But Alex was needed, she was aware of it, every young man in the village they’d been living in was needed there to help their French brothers. And (Y/N) could do nothing against it. She knew pretty damn well that if Alex wouldn’t leave, people would talk about them behind their backs, even shaming them that their children had to fight but Alex was not.

Anne took the news for more badly than (Y/N). She fainted right after Alex made the announcement and when she woke up again, it took all of their strength to calm her down. (Y/N) couldn’t blame her for it, she raised her son after all and if (Y/N) was a mother, she would have probably reacted the same way. She promised Alex that she would stay with his family as long as she could to take care of them and support them, but he had to promise her that he would come home back to her.

“You have to.” She forced out crying, clinging onto his body. “You have to come back to me. Otherwise I wouldn’t know how to live without you.” He kissed her deeply as a promise for his return.

“I’ll see you hopefully soon.” He told her before he went out of the house.

Not a long time ago she had received his last letter. He told her that he was alright and a heavy stone fell from her heart. He described about the hard times he went through and how many times he had faced death but still was alive. “For you.” He wrote. “I’m alive for you, my love.”

(Y/N) couldn’t remember how many times she read all of his letters with tears in her eyes. Reading his own words felt like he was still there with her, whispering them into her ear. This was the only way she could calm down for a while. Plenty of times she had raised her hands up to the sky, praying to god that he would send Alex back to her. She knew Alex was strong and willing to fight. He had the heart of a lion.

She had read in the newspaper that three hundred thousand soldiers were saved and made their way home to their families. If Alex was among them, she couldn’t know. They had fortunately not received any bad message of his death. So she hoped whole-heartedly that he was in one of those trains that carried him back to her.

(Y/N) pitied the fallen soldiers. Their families were waiting for them like she did, but the only thing they would be confronted with would be an announcement that their son couldn’t make it. She respected their braveness, and she would always keep them in her prayers.

While (Y/N) was still doing her task and being deep in thoughts, a young soldier was sneaking his way toward her, paying attention to not making any sounds that would reveal his position. He held a large bouquet of her favorite flowers in his hands. Seeing her again in real after countless nights of dreaming about her made his heart jump in his chest and he was more in love with her than ever. The last steps were always the agonizing ones but he also crossed this obstacle.

(Y/N) suddenly felt a pair of hands covering her eyes, preventing her from doing her work.

“What the hell?” She exclaimed, as she saw nothing but darkness, her body stiffening immediately from the touch.  “Who in god’s name is that?”

“You can guess three times.” She heard someone whisper into her ear delicately. A wave of different emotions was overwhelming every part, every cell and every fiber of her body. Happiness, excitement, love, relief. Everything at once. She knew exactly who was right behind her.

“A-Alex?” She whimpered, tears flooding down her cheeks. The hands released her eyes and she was able to turn around. And as she looked into two familiar green eyes that she longed to see so terribly, she could finally breathe again.

“Oh my goodness!” She gasped, covering her mouth with both hands. Heavy sobs left her mouth and before the young man in front of him could respond, she threw herself at him, crying on his shoulder. Alex wrapped his arms around her tiny frame, pulling her towards him. Having her in arms again after all the horror he went through was an indescribable feeling. Both clung onto each other like their lives depended on the other one. Once (Y/N) back away slightly, she took his handsome face between her hands.

“You came back. You really came back. Dear god, I can’t believe it!” She peppered every centimeter of his face with affectionate kisses before she captured her lips with his. “Oh my god! Thank you! Thank you, thank you, thank you! Thank you so so much!” She hugged him again tightly.

“Love, easy!” Alex laughed. “Let me breathe.”

“I’ve been worried sick about you.” (Y/N) admitted, easing her grab on him. “You didn’t send any letters anymore and I thought I lost you. Oh my god!”

“It’s over now, darling. I’m here. I’m back and I’m not planning on leaving any time soon.” He kissed her lightly. “I kept my promise, didn’t I?” He handed her over the bouquet of flowers which created a smile on (Y/N)’s lips.

“I love you, Alex. So much.”

“I love you too, beautiful.” He said. “Where is mother? I missed her terribly.”

“She’s inside, preparing lunch. Jesus, she will be out of her shoes when she sees you again.” She intertwined their fingers and dragged him into the house. “Come on, let’s go surprise her. She’ll love this one.”

When they entered the house, (Y/N) called after her second mother. “Anne? Are you still in the kitchen?”

“Yes, love! Lunch is almost ready. If you could help me laying the table that would be very lovely, my dear.”  

Alex’ eyes shone brightly as he heard the sound of his mother’s voice again. It was not only (Y/N)’s but her voice in his head that encouraged him during the battles. He indicated (Y/N) to be quiet whereas she nodded with her head.

He slowly stepped into the kitchen where his lovely mother was doing the last preparations for the meal. Anne hadn’t noticed him yet. She was quite busy with running back and forth, looking for spices for the salad.

“What smells so good in here?” He asked innocently, making his mother freeze in her position. She thought first that she misheard his voice but when she looked up to the door where the young man stood, she couldn’t believe what she saw. Her whole body began to tremble.

“Jesus Christ!” Anne exclaimed, running towards her son. “My boy, my baby!” She cried.

“Hello, mother.” Alex mumbled, hugging her and kissing her head gently.

“Oh my baby boy, you’re here! Are you okay? Are you hurt?” She was looking for any bruises on his skin.

“Mum, I’m fine, don’t you worry.”

“Alex.” The older woman sighed. “I missed you so much, my son.”

“I missed you, too mother.”

(Y/N) was gazing at this mother-son moment with new tears in her eyes and a smile on her lips.

“You won’t leave again, will you? You’ll stay here?” Anne asked worried.

“No mum, I’ll stay here. I’m not going anywhere.”

Anne sighed in relief and led her hands to her face to wipe away all the tears that ran down her cheeks.

“Oh my, you’re surely hungry, aren’t you? Where is (Y/N)? (Y/N)?! “ She looked at her.

“Yes?” She asked.

“The table. The table is waiting for you!”

“Your wish is my command , madam!” She saluted with a laugh and with Alex she prepared the dining table where afterwards they had a very nice time together.

***

She felt him stir again in his sleep. This happened very often since he came back home. Every night he would fidget back and forth in his position, crying out for help because he was tormented by nightmares. (Y/N) knew that war had changed him a lot no matter how much he tried to cover it. Nothing would be the same anymore. His body twitched at every tiny little sound but he tried to pretend like it wouldn’t bother him. He tried to be the man that he was before he left, but (Y/N) knew by heart that this man was not there anymore. She was willing to help him. To help him fight against the bad memories that he made.

She supported herself on her elbows, glancing at Alex. Turning on the night lamp beside her, she noticed that his whole body was covered with sweat.

“No, don’t shoot… Please…” She heard him whimpering in his sleep. “Please, don’t shoot… no.. no..” His expression showed a hint of distress and fear. “Help… help me… please…”

“Alex?” (Y/N) shook his shoulder slightly to wake him up, to save him from this agony. “Alex, darling wake up.”

“Help…Help… please help me…” Alex kept whining over and over again.

Seeing him in a state like this, all vulnerable and terrified, tore her heart apart. She couldn’t bear to see him hurt and in pain.

“Wake up, Alex. It’s only a dream. Wake up.” She shook much harder and harsher, causing him to finally open his eyes. Alex panted heavily, looking at her with fright.

“(Y/N)?” His chest lifted and fell heavily, while he tried to regain his breath.

“It’s okay, my dear.” She brought him to an embrace. “It was only a nightmare. You’re safe, my love. You’re safe.” She ran her fingers through his hair, a gesture that would calm him down. “It’s okay, Alex. Everything is fine. You’re home. You’re safe.”

“I thought I was back there. I really thought I was going to die.” He sniffled.

“No, darling. Look at me.” She laid her hands on his cheeks. “Everything is okay, Alex. You’re home, not back there. You’re home with me, your mother and your father.”

Her words made him calm down for a little bit. His tensed body relaxed.

“You made it alive out there, my hero.” (Y/N) said.

“I’m not a hero.” Alex mumbled.

“Yes, you are. You did everything that you could to defeat the enemy Alex. You kept fighting for justice and safety. I really desire you bravery and your strength , my dear. You faced death so many times but yet you’re alive. You never gave up. You just went on and on. And I don’t know anyone who is as selfless and willing as you are. I admire you.”

She offered him a soothing smile.

“You may not have won this war, but you gave everything that you have, my love. War does not always mean winning but also losing. One side always loses. But I’m sure the Germans soon will be defeated and the deaths of the fallen ones will be revenged.”

She put kiss on his temple.

“You’re going to heal, my love. I promise. You may not forget what you went through and I don’t expect you to do so but you will be better after a time. Not today, not tomorrow and the day after. But you will heal. And until then I’m going to support you, hold you, trying to do everything you want me to.”

Alex nodded his head, feeling far more better from the words that she spoke.

“We’re going to beat every nightmare that you have. I’m always there, lying next to you and keeping you safe.”

“I love you, (Y/N). I can’t wait to marry you.”

“I love you too and I can’t wait to marry you.” She responded. In a few weeks, they would be bonded forever and both of them were looking forward to it. With (Y/N) on his side, Alex knew that he was complete. She was his life safer. His light that guided him through darkness.

They laid down again, talking about their wedding, future children and everything that their heart desired until they fell to a deep slumber. With (Y/N) in his arms, Alex was finally at peace.

The Greek Gods AU Literally Everyone Wanted

@ifdragonscouldtalk thanks for letting me write the greek god au this was literally the best thing that happened to me all day i love it. (Tony=Persephone, Bucky=Hades, Sam=Poseidon, Steve=Zeus, Rhodey=Demeter, Pepper=Athena, Natasha=Hecate, Clint=Hermes. Thor is Thor, you can’t change crap like that. He’s too godly.) 

Bucky was in hell. On most days, that was a good thing. It meant things were running smoothly, souls weren’t arguing over whether or not they should be placed in a different section, and Thor sometimes talked about how he did a better job than Thor’s screwed-up niece Hela. (She was weird, Bucky tried to talk to her and she started talking about the End. Lmao, Bucky’s not messing with that.) 

But today? Hell was in a totally different context. First off, there’s this soul named Sitwell who keeps bitching about the hellish part of hell, and how he should be in the Field Of Elysium. Bucky has to explain that since Sitwell is such a terrible person, he doesn’t get to go there. 

The dog won’t settle down. Cerberus, as Bucky named him, was whining. Probably because Sam gave him smoked meat treats, and Bucky hates the fact that Sam can make his dog like him more than Bucky. (Bucky hates Sam, mainly because he tried to flood the Underworld, and that can’t be done, but no, Steve said that Sam was “just joking.” Just joking, Bucky’s ass.)  

And finally, he has a dude just…covered in flowers wandering around talking with the dog. He pinches the bridge of his nose, and walks over. People aren’t supposed to get out of their death sentence, but some, on occasion, do. 

“Hello Dum-E,” the man coos, scratching the dog under the chin. Bucky stops, noting that the man seemed to have named the dog. 

“Did you…name Cerberus?” Bucky asks awkwardly. The man whips around, and…holy hell. Bucky is gonna be in trouble. The guy is covered in flowers, some making a small wreath around his head. His sandals are the color of grass on a cool summer’s day, and his chiton seemed to be stained with the color of small flower petals. Bucky knows who he is. 

Tony. 

Or, as the Greeks like to refer to him, Persephone. 

“If you named him ‘Spot’ so help me gods,” Tony says. “That head is Dum-E, that one is U, and the last one is Butterfingers. She dropped her treat after I handed it to her. I love them.” Bucky just stands awkwardly. 

“Um, okay? What are you doing down here?” Tony blinks, before scratching Cerberus–U–behind his gigantic ears. 

“I heard the barking! Also, I noticed that there is a severe lack of flowers in your home, and i understand aesthetic purposes, but you have no skulls for the arts. Natasha would be disappointed.” 

“You…you know Natasha?” Bucky chokes. If he knows Natasha, then that means that he’s in potential danger. She likes her friends, especially the soft one. (Given that Clint, (hermes to the mortals) usually trips on his face and took a wrong turn into Germany, she likes him a lot.) 

“I think I’m going to like it here,” Tony decides. “But you need more flowers.” Bucky is helpless as Tony starts decorating and talking to Bucky about something other than death and destruction and chaos. He’s talking about the new strand of Hyacinth that was just in today. 

Over time, Bucky actually looks forward to the talks that he and Tony have. Bucky learns how to plant herbs so that his throne room doesn’t smell like total death, and learns all about Tony’s friends. 

What Bucky doesn’t know is that Rhodey and Pepper, Tony’s absolute best friends, are looking for him. And they are tearing up the earth, searching high and low for him. 

“He was picking flowers for Bruce’s party,” Pepper grumbles. “Because he had that new cup decoration to try out.” 

“I thought it was because of his new threshing tool for me,” Rhdoey said. “Look, Athena, could you maybe get in an appointment with Zeus? Everyone knows he trusts you best.” 

“If you call me Athena again, I’m suing?” 

“Do we even know what that concept is yet?” 

“Not sure, humanity is unclear. We’re going up and seeing Steve, though,” Pepper says, grim determination all over her face. “Come on, Rhodes.”  

Steve, naturally, is terrified of the force that is Pepper and Rhodey. Rhodey on his own is fearsome, but combined with Pepper? Oh dear gods, that is the day that Steve hides. 

So, they send Clint. It’s a disaster, but no one else will voluntarily go down and see Bucky calmly besides Sam, but Sam always tries to convince Bucky that Steve likes him more. (It’s a travesty.) 

Clint walks in like he’s walking through Natasha’s closet looking for the purple toga that brings out her magic. 

“Hi Tony!” He says cheerfully. “Pepper and Rhodey made earth suck because they couldn’t find you or get to you!” Tony blinks, another geranium poking out of an eye socket. 

“Really?” 

“Yeah,” Clint says. “I can’t go anywhere without putting on, like, six overcoats. Also, all the flowers died.” 

“…I wanna stay here, Rhodey knows how to make flowers,” Tony says stubbornly. “Bucky has, like, no flowers.” Bucky gapes. 

“It sounds like your Pepper and Rhodey have made a mini hell.” Clint, by this point, has grown bored, and already flown up to tell Pepper and Rhodey the news. They do not accept. 

“Tony, flowers and stuff is your job,” Rhodey explains. Tony wavers. 

“Bucky has portals!” Pepper and Rhodey are still on the fence. 

“Tony,” Pepper warns. “You know how scatter-brained you are. You forgot to give Athens asphodel flowers for three weeks.” Tony pouts. 

“Well, I’m gonna marry him,” Tony says decisively. Bucky chokes. 

“When the hell did you decide that?” 

“Two seconds ago,” Tony says. 

By this point, Natasha, Steve, and Sam are all in, but Steve only heard the word ‘marry.’ 

“You’re married him?!” Steve asks, shock written all over his face. 

Look: Tony doesn’t make the best decisions. He wasn’t the one who caused the Trojan War, despite what Pepper said. (She was jealous, alright?) So when he heard Steve, he thought that he was going to ban Tony from being in the Underworld and having some good times with Bucky. 

So he shoves a whole pomegranate in his mouth. It tastes bitter, but also sweet, because he’s been working hard on them. Even if Bucky wouldn’t let him taste them. 

“TonY NO!” Comes the collective shriek. 

“Tonee yesh,” Tony replies, red gushing down his mouth in dribbles. He practically gargles the pomegranate juice. 

“A-are you choking?” Bucky asks. “Babe, you okay?” Tony nods, spitting some of it out. “Sweetheart, I love you, but why? Why did you try and jam an entire pomegranate into your mouth?” 

“To stay with you!” Tony says. “I didn’t want Steve to take me away!” 

“No offense, but Steve is as harmless as a baby goose.” 

“Yeah, but he hisses like one,” Bucky says. “Nah, I’m god of the dead. Dead trumps sky.” Steve rolls his eyes. “So, you still need to do your job, spend some time on earth with Pepper and Rhodey. Are you okay with the system of portals?” 

“Yeah,” Tony says. “Sorry Pep, sorry sugarbun.” His friends, totally understanding what it was he was trying to do. “So, I’m thinking summer for the wedding. Everyone’s expecting spring, but it rains like a bitch during spring, and I like flowers in the summer.” Bucky just decides to do whatever the hell Tony says. 

The wedding is beautiful. They get Thor to preside over the ceremony. (He’s a different god, he makes weddings more important. Also? Thor is a fun guy.) Sam makes beautiful fountains, Steve makes sure the sun shines, and Rhodey is in charge of catering. Natasha and Pepper plan the whole thing, although Natasha also makes sure that the Underworld stays as is. 

Dum-E, U, and Butterfingers are all flower-dogs, and ring bearers. Butterfingers is wisely the flowergirl, as she would drop the rings. 

“I love you,” Tony says, pecking Bucky on the cheek as they dance. “But I’m decorating your throne room with flowers.” 

“Babe, I have to keep a reputation.” Tony snorts. 

“You married the goddess of springtime and flowers, don’t kid yourself.” 

F.R.I.E.N.D.S Starter Meme [1]

*Note: The pronouns now are simply ‘they/them’ from what has been said originally. Simply change it to whoever you’re sending it to, or keep it gender neutral. Feel free to change the quote, add on to it, or whatever you need to suit your character when sending!

  • “Wow. I definitely did not see that one backfiring.”
  • “Help me get this mini fridge past the security guard.”
  • “Yeah, I’ve been there my friend.”
  • “This doesn’t make me like you any better.”
  • “Well, with a regular (person), it’s bad. With (Name) – Oh, dear God!”
  • “We will give you ten dollars.”
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  • “I am better than great, I’m good.”
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  • “What the mother crap is up with this stuff?!”
  • “You know what I’m going to do? I’m going to get in my sweats and eat in bed.”
  • “I’ve dreamed about this for years! *Nervous laughter* Why have I not been preparing?”
  • ‘Okay, I’ll give you one chance to change my mind. You got one minute.”
  • “Well, maybe you could date (them), then. That would save me the trouble of killing (them).”
  • “Yeah I know. You’re a bit of a drama queen.”
  • “Oh, hey, (Name). I’m so glad someone’s here. Could you zip me up?”
  • “Oh my God, I want to trade lives with (Name)?!”
  • “Uh, look, I don’t normally ask out (people) that I meet in coffee houses.”
  • “I’m an idiot.”
  • “I always knew there was something weird about that dude.”
  • “Okay, so, all right I haven’t been in a relationship that lasted longer than a month.”
  • “You know, I’m trying to remember the last time I opened a door and you weren’t there.”
  • “I just think there’s somebody better out there for you.”
  • “I think I can make you happy.”
  • “In fact, I’ll close my eyes to make it less awkward.”
  • “What’s going on?”
  • “Well, let’s see – the first one is, I don’t want to, and the second one – I’m not going.”
  • “You need to learn some new slang.”
  • “You have to do something. Knock that door down!”
  • “I would, but I bruise like a peach.”
  • “I guess they’re not coming. Want to just order?”
  • “That’s a great story. Can I eat it?”
  • “If you were bigger, you’d hit me, huh?”
  • “They are without a doubt the funniest (person) I ever met!”
  • “Have you not talked about it yet?”
  • “To be honest, I think I’d prefer the five dollars.”
  • “Why do you care so much?”
  • “Oh, I forgot how hot he/she is.”
  • “Oh, I forgot how hot (they) are.”
  • “(Name), why did you lie to me about working here?”
  • “Because I was ashamed, okay?”
  • “I sold out for the cash.”
  • “I’m sorry, too.”
  • “We’re going to figure this out.”
  • “But… you suck.”
  • “Are they still looking for us?”
  • “You know, we as a group, are not the coolest.”
  • “I mean, you just went out with my best friend.”
  • “You’re a pain in the ass, (Last Name or Name).”
  • “Damn it, man, pull yourself together!”
Strong love (Harry Styles x Reader)

A/N: I hope this is not too cheezy! You know some of you do not like too much romantic stuff! haha. Anyway, I had this imagine in my head for a week and I was almost going to explode. I had this scenario in front of my eyes. *sigh* Hopefully, you enjoy this and please, PLEASE give me some feedback!!! I really want to know what you think of it! Thx <3

Word count: 1,205


The best feeling to ever wake up is when you notice that you’re wrapped up in the arms of the person that you love more than words can express. Soft breaths on my neck caused me to wake up early in the morning. I slowly opened my eyes. Our bedroom was already illuminated by the sunlight. I instantly could tell that the weather had to be very warm and beautiful. I smiled. I loved beautiful weather. It made me happy.

I became happier when I turned around and was greeted by the handsome face of my boyfriend. The smile on my lips widened. I think I’ll never be able to describe my deep feelings for him. Because I love him more than words can explain.

He was still asleep, soft snores escaped his slightly opened lips. I laughed lightly. He looked like an angel when he slept. So beautiful, so innocent and so pure. My heart always punched harder against my chest when I caught him in a state like this. I observed his flawless features. My fingers traced over his perfect jaw line. He is so damn beautiful. How did I even manage to win his heart? I really had no idea.

My eyes went down to his exposed chest. Last night’s actions were still lingering in the air. I still felt his taste on my lips as he captured his lips with mine into a hungry a kiss. I still felt his weight on me even though he lied next to me. I still felt his hands on me, exploring every inch of my body. I remembered the love, lust and passion in his eyes as he made love to me.

He made me feel perfect. He made me feel loved. He made me feel saved. And I couldn’t thank him enough for that.

Normally, even though I would let him continue sleeping, I had the urge to wake him up now. So, I supported myself on my elbows and leant forward to him. I peppered his face with lightly and gentle kisses. First his forehead. Then his nose. Then his cheeks. Then his chin and finally his soft and pouty lips. I loved the feeling of his lips against mine. The emotions that run through every cell in my body were indescribable every time he kissed me.

I knew he was awake as I felt his lips moving against mine. I slightly pulled back, looking at his mesmerizing green eyes. He smiled at me, tugging a lose strand of my hair behind my ear. His gesture was so affectionate, so loving, so caring. He put his warm hand on my cheek and I leaned against it.

“What a wonderful way to wake up.” He said. His husky and sleepy voice caused chills on my spine.

“Good morning, my love.” I whispered to him.

“Good morning.” He replied.

“How are you feeling?” I asked, letting my hands wander through his hair.

“Perfect…” He sighed, closing his eyes, enjoying my hands being buried in his soft curls. “Everything is perfect at the moment.”

It was. Harry’s solo career went quite well at the moment. 84 countries. He conquered 84 countries’ heart with his song. That was remarkable. He had a fantastic performance on the Graham Norton Show. I could see how proud he was on himself after he hit his last note. And that cute smile afterwards, it was everything. Unfortunately, I couldn’t be at the show one day prior to support and encourage him. But I watched it on TV. And hell, my tears streamed down my face like a waterfall.

I was so damn proud of my baby. Whatever he was planning in the future, I would always be there to support him. I would be there for him until I would take my last breath. I love him so much.

Suddenly, Harry pulled me against him, his arms engulfed me into a tight embrace. I nuzzled my face in the crook of his neck. My favorite place. Home. That’s what I’ve felt when I was with him. Home. He was my home.

“What are thinking about, darlin’?” Harry asked. His scent hit my nostrils and I breathed it in like my life was dependent on him. He smelt so heavenly.

“About you.” I admitted. At the same time I was lucky that he couldn’t see how red my cheeks were turning. “And how proud I am of you. How much I love you… “

“Is that so?” He questioned in with a playful voice. I looked up at him.

“Yes, Harry! God, it is insane how much I love you. Look at that, I can’t even keep my hands off of you. You’re addicting to me Harry!” He giggled. I was never embarrassed when I confessed my eternal and deep love to him. He knew how much he meant to me. I showed him every day by little gestures. And he did the same. He bought me a bouquet of roses, sometimes he would even buy lots of sweets and ice cream because he knew I was crazy about them.  

I never knew what true love meant until I met Harry. He showed me the wonderful side of unconditional love. I couldn’t thank god enough for sending such an angel like Harry into my live. He saved me. When I was about to give up hope or even give up my life, Harry was sent to rescue me. I had a reason to live again. Thank you so much, dear god…

“I love you to the moon and back, (Y/N). You’re my life. You’re my everything, my girl.”

I responded by singing a line from One Direction’s song “Loved you first”.

I never understood what love was really like…” I truly didn’t. Until I met him.

But I felt it for the first time, looking in your eyes…” He completed, then capturing his lips with mine again. Every time I felt his amazing lips on mine, it took my breath away. Every kiss he gave me felt like having my first kiss all over again.

“What are our plans for today?” Harry inquired, after pulling away.

I shrugged with my shoulders. “I have no idea. What do you want to do?”

“What about having breakfast outside and then walking through the city?”

“And being photographed by annoying paparazzi all the time?”

“You know we can’t hide forever. I just want to do normal things. I missed being “normal”.”

I kissed him. “Whatever you want, Harry. But before we stand up, can you do me a favor?”

He looked at me questioningly. “Can you sing your song for me again?” I loved “Sign of the Times”. I have to admit that my music taste was different than Harry’s but it was amazing.

“Of course love…” He said, caressing my cheek. Then Harry’s angelic voice filled the room, and I closed my eyes, enjoying the chills that run down my spine.

Just stop your crying, it’s the Sign of the Times

We gotta get away from here, we gotta get away from here

Just stop your crying it’ll be alright

It’s only that the end is near

We gotta get away from here…”

@astridapples Here is your Steampunk envisioned Leo! (I nixed the boots they were bugging me xD)  Also a big thank for following me and being the #1 fan back when I hit 700! (Thank you for patiently waiting and everything!!! I’m glad it works out for both this as something that inspired me to do and could also thank you!!!) I really hope you like it!

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I’ma send you the non-watermarked one to have too you know so my Tumblr handle isn’t blocking my husband xD.

@emigotchi dear god thank you for putting up with my WIPs and screaming when I couldn’t figure him out xD

@midnightuglystepsister thank you senpai for the tips on his hair I think it worked out so well!

@kakihoden  remember I mentioned Steampunk Leo? here’s husband xD.

‘OK but hear me out: ndrv3 cast with a s/o that keeps kicking their ass at uno’

As a person who has only played a single game of uno, this feeling is unknown to me.

long post btw heh

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chuuya, chuoya and cyuya

i just wanted to write this bc ive been down for a couple of months and writing silly things helps

this is on ao3 too

“Dazai….if u must date me” chuuya whispers thru the night, clutching his hand beneath the grimy yellow of the porch light, “u must know”

“Lol about what”

chuuya takes his bandaged hand and goes

“about the other mes”

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Dear Harriet, 

I send in my demand notes with the brutal regularity of the income-tax commissioners; and probably you say when you see the envelopes, ‘Oh, God! I know what this is.’ The only difference is that, some time or other, one has to take notice of the income-tax. 

Will you marry me?—It’s beginning to look like one of those lines in a farce—merely boring till it’s said often enough; and after that, you get a bigger laugh every time it comes.

I should like to write you the kind of words that burn the paper they are written on—but words like that have a way of being not only unforgettable but unforgivable. You will burn the paper in any case; and I would rather there should be nothing in it that you cannot forget if you want to. 

Well, that’s over. Don’t worry about it.

My nephew (whom you seem, by the way, to have stimulated to the most extraordinary diligence) is cheering my exile by dark hints that you are involved in some disagreeable and dangerous job of work at Oxford about which he is in honor bound to say nothing. I hope he is mistaken. But I know that, if you have put anything in hand, disagreeableness and danger will not turn you back, and God forbid they should. Whatever it is, you have my best wishes for it. 

I am not my own master at the moment, and do not know where I shall be sent next or when I shall be back—soon, I trust. In the meantime may I hope to hear from time to time that all is well with you? 

Yours, more than my own, 

PETER WIMSEY

–Dorothy L. Sayers, Gaudy Night, Chapter XI, 1935.

Prompts!
  1. ‘’You say the sweetest thigs to me _____’’
  2. ‘’Well when you say it like that …’’
  3. Kissing booth
  4. ‘’I can’t believe you talked me into this’’
  5. ‘’Stop making good points, It’s too late for me to argue like this’’
  6. ‘’The next time knock instead of just bursting into the room’
  7. ‘’Just shut up and kiss me’’
  8. ‘’If we don’t do it now, we’ll never do it. It’s now or never’’
  9. ‘’You’re mine and I don’t plan on sharing’’
  10. ‘’Are you asking me on a date or trying to kill me?’’
  11. Carnival fair
  12. ‘’Ice cream or vodka or both?’’
  13. ‘’You know what else sound fun? Stabbing myself in the face with this fork!’’
  14. “- Wanna make out? \ - I thought you said you wanted to take things slow? \ - Wanna make out slowly?”
  15. Pillow fight
  16. “Sweetie, you need me more than I need you’’
  17. “You just don’t appreciate my delightful sense of humor.” 
  18. ‘’Such a shame you’re wasting all your time with that bitch’’
  19. ‘’Make me’’
  20. ‘’After all this time, it just doesn’t surprise me anymore’’
  21. ‘’Touch my ass one more time and ill kick yours’’
  22. ‘’Its 3 am and we’re drunk, what should we do next?’’
  23. ‘’It’s scary how you can love someone so much without them even noticing’’
  24. ‘’My life would be so much easier If I’d just stop falling for those jerks“
  25. ‘’Just accept that you’ll need really know me!’’
  26. ‘’Why do you hate me so much?’’
  27. “I’m such a mess, why do you even like me?’’
  28. ‘’Maybe all of this was just a mistake …’’
  29. ‘’Dont you dear pretend its not your fault’’
  30. ‘’Am I hearing a challenge?’’
  31. ‘’Because, after all this time I’m still into you’’
  32. ‘’Whats the fun in following the rules?’’
  33. ‘’It’s so frustrating, I want to kill you and kiss you at the same time’’
  34. ‘’I don’t know what love is, but I know I’ve never felt like this’’
  35. ‘’Can you please stop the teasing for god sakes?!’’
  36. ‘’Dont pretend you never saw me sneaking out I the middle of the night’’
  37. ‘’He’ll just break your heart’’

So this is how it work: you choose one or more prompts and send the number to me plus the character you want it be about (list of characters you can choose) and any clarification or extra information you want me to know before writing the imagine. Send your requestes HERE

[Jus to clarify, not all of these are mine, some are from other blogs or a phrase from a TV show or even lyrics from a song]

Hope you like it!

Kisses xoxo

[CONNOR:] Dear Evan Hansen We’ve been way too out of touch Things have been crazy And it sucks that we don’t talk that much But I should tell you that I think of you each night I rub my nipples and start moaning with delight [EVAN:] Why would you write that? [JARED:] I’m just trying to tell the truth. [EVAN:] This needs to be perfect. These emails have to prove that we were actually friends. Just..I’ll do it. [CONNOR:] I’ve gotta tell you, life without you has been hard [JARED:] Hard? [CONNOR:] Has been bad [JARED:] Bad? [CONNOR:] Has been rough [JARED:] Kinky! [CONNOR:] And I miss talking about life and other stuff [JARED:] Very specific. [EVAN:] Shut up! [CONNOR:] I like my parents [JARED:] Who says that? [CONNOR:] I love my parents But each day’s another fight If I stop smoking drugs Then everything might be alright [JARED:] Smoking drugs? [EVAN:] Just fix it! [CONNOR:] If I stop smoking crack [EVAN:] Crack?! [CONNOR:] If I stop smoking pot Then everything might be alright I’ll take your advice I’ll try to be more nice I’ll turn it around Wait and see ‘Cause all that it takes is a little reinvention It’s easy to change if you give it your attention All you gotta do is just believe you can be who you want to be Sincerely, Me [JARED:] Are we done yet? [EVAN:] Well I can’t just give them one email. I want to show that I was, like, a good friend, you know? [JARED:] Oh my god. [EVAN:] Dear Connor Murphy, Yes, I also miss our talks Stop doing drugs Just try to take deep breaths and go on walks [JARED:] No. [EVAN:] I’m sending pictures of the most amazing trees [JARED:] No! [EVAN:] You’ll be obsessed with all my forest expertise [JARED:] Absolutely not. [EVAN:] Dude, I’m proud of you Just keep pushing through You’re turning around I can see [CONNOR:] Just wait and see! [EVAN & CONNOR:] ‘Cause all that it takes is a little reinvention It’s easy to change if you give it your attention All you gotta do is just believe you can be who you want to be Sincerely, Me [CONNOR:] My sister’s hot [EVAN:] What the hell! [JARED:] My bad. [CONNOR:] Dear Evan Hansen, Thanks for every note you send [EVAN:] Dear Connor Murphy, I’m just glad to be your friend [EVAN & CONNOR:] Our friendship goes beyond Your average kind of bond [EVAN:] But not because we’re gay [CONNOR:] No, not because we’re gay [EVAN & CONNOR:] We’re close, but not that way The only man that I love is my dad [CONNOR:] Well anyway! [EVAN:] You’re getting better every day [CONNOR:] I’m getting better every day [EVAN & CONNOR:] We’re getting better every day [ALL:] Hey hey hey hey! 'Cause all that it takes is a little reinvention It’s easy to change if you give it your attention All you gotta do is just believe you can be who you want to be Sincerely Miss you dearly Sincerely, Me Sincerely, Me Sincerely, Me Sincerely, Me

Purpose

Requested by: @btsbambijo


The breeze was cool yet the sun was burning, my skin tingling at the sensation that the sun brought. Its bright rays lighting up the earth around me. The ocean in front of me danced across the seabed. The waves hitting the rocks creating a shimmer when the water splashed upwards, the suns light reflecting the water to create a beautiful glow.

“If I knew you liked the beach this much, I would’ve brought you to this place a lot sooner.” Hoseok voice echoed through the cove.

“It’s beautiful.” I turn to him, his eyes and mouth smiling at me. He walks over his hands buried deep in his jean pockets his eyes now glued to the ocean.

“I come here a lot.” He starts, his tongue poked out to the left side of his face. Almost as if, he was trying to think of what to say. “To think, well to clear my mind.”

“How long have you known about this place?”

He stays silent for a bit, his eyes turning to look at me and then at the sand. He bites his lip and then sighs.

“Years. But I haven’t showed anyone this place, it’s kind of been my little space. A space only for me.” He takes a deep breath, “well I guess now it’s a space for both me and you.” He chuckles.

“Why?”

He turns to me with a confused expression, clearly not understanding my one worded question. I scratch the back of my neck trying to figure out how I can voice the thoughts in my head.

“Why did you show this to …” my voice comes to a stop. My brain saying ‘me’ but for some reason the words not coming out.

“You? You asking why I showed this to you?” he asks.

I nod my feet lightly kicking the sand and my hands moving behind me. I stare up at him and his eyes still locked on me. His face slightly strained, his mind turning like all the gears in a clock.

“I showed it to you because I care about you. You’re an important person in my life.” He responds.

My thoughts run wild yet my voice stays completely silent. All of the things I want to say start screaming in my head all of those little things that have such big meaning, those sweet nothings refusing to leave my lips.

My body stiffens when I feel Hoseok strong and warm hand grab onto my own, interlacing our fingers together and holding on tightly. My head turns over to him his eyes already locked on me and smiling. He starts slowly walking over to the water, pulling me along his hand still linked with mine. The breeze growing softer but still there, blowing against us creating a cool atmosphere.

“I never showed anyone this place because I was scared its purpose would get taken away if other people knew about it.” He says. “I loved this place as my little space. A space for me to reflect on everything, to escape this crazy world and just be at peace.” He finishes.

I stay quiet my thoughts by this point running as if they were on fire. My hand tightens around his, my body leaning into his warmth.

“But …” he trails off looking over at the sunset before coming to a stop. Turning his body so he was now facing me, he grabs a hold of my other hand and clings to it. “I know that now, I can share this place with you because …”

“Because?” I ask, getting a little too impatient with all of these pauses. He smiles down at me his face leaning closer to mine and soon placing a gentle kiss on my lips.

The kiss wasn’t long. It was short and sweet, not to overpowering but enough for those little butterflies to be set free in the pit of my stomach. Soon pulling away with a final peck, he stands tall. His hands giving mine an encouraging squeeze.

“I can share this place with you because you are one of the main reasons I wake up in the morning, you are one of the reasons I continue living everyday to the fullest, you are my …” he stops talking, his eyes locked in with mine, his left hand letting go of mine and reaching out to caress my cheek.

“You are my purpose Jaymie.”  


REQUEST:  Well hello dear~ ;) I’ve decided to take you up on your offer xD Could I possibly request a drabble or scenario with Hobi and I? One where we’re a couple? Because YOU, you evil child, have been sending me so many Hobi related things that I’m going insane xD Love you lots hun, thank you smmm~ xox

Well this took me so long to do oh my god. I do apologise for any spelling errors or things like that but I do hope that both Jaymie and other people who read this are satisfied. 

Thank you so much for sending in a request gorgeous, I do hope you like your little SUPER FLUFFY drabble~ 

Sending lots of love xox

anonymous asked:

no one cares but i feel the need to say it. I have a soft spot in my heart for Harry and his music, but DEAR GOD. THEY DAY LOUIS RELEASES HIS MUSIC THEY WILL NEED TO CALL AN AMBULANCE FOR ME. I LOVE HIM SO MUCH WHAT THE HELL, I HAD TWO MAJOR CRUSHES THRU MY LIFE YET I FEEL MORE TOWARDS LOUIS THAN I FELT FOR THEM. SEND HELP

Hsjsjskslsls relatable

They're apart of You

Request-
Hiya! This is kinda cliche haha, but you can you do a Jason x reader imagine where she’s self conscious about the stretch marks on her tummy? If you have time, ‘course. Thanks so much!


A/N: Of Course noni! Nothing’s to cliche for me hun! I’m literal walking talking cliche trash that just so happens to write even more cliche stuff!
Ps! Everyone my request box is open and I’ll write pretty much everything y'all send in! (Except smut bc god that’d be really awkward for me to write and YALL to read)


Relationship: Jason Todd X self conscious reader


Warnings: Self conscious reader, fluffy fluff fluff, clicheness bc I’m cliche piece of shizzle my nizzle.


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“Oh dear god.” You groaned, and looked at yourself in the mirror. “Not another one.”


You had just gotten out of the shower, and noticed a newly formed stretch mark on your stomach. You hated them, you felt like Jason would leave you if you got any more, just for the fact that you thought they were hideous.


He was on patrol right now, and wouldn’t be home for a couple more hours. You frantically thought how you could cover the ghastly things. You felt as if Jason wouldn’t love you anymore if he saw them.


Did he even love you to begin with?


You decided an ace bandage would have to do. You start to wrap around your hips and rise until it’s at the bottom portion of your ribs. Who knows maybe he wouldn’t notice. You put on a baggy shirt, which was actually Jason’s and decided to go to sleep and worry about Jason no longer loving you tomorrow. Although that’s probably what all your dreams tonight would be plagued with.


Snuggling deep into the covers, you hoped Jason would be home safe fully and drifted into a light sleep, only to be awaken with Jason falling into the window.


“Shit.” He mutters glancing over to the bed where you lay. He strips himself of his clothes and climbs into bed with you, placing a hand under your shirt. “What the hell?”


“Shit.” You whisper.


“Y/N, why is your stomach bandaged?” He asks rolling you onto your back and putting his arms on either side of you keeping you from going anywhere without an explanation.


“I-uh, I didn’t want you too see my stretch marks.” You say the last part quietly.


“Your what?” He asks plopping himself onto you. You let out an ‘oof’ and he smirks a little.


“My stretch marks.” You say ashamed. “Now get off of me and I’ll leave if you want me too.”


“Nope.” He says kissing you. “Now stand up.”


Reluctantly you stand up and he lifts up your shirt, looking at your fetal attempt to hide the stretch marks.


“Now this just won’t do baby.” He says unwrapping the bandage and letting it fall to the floor. “Don’t cover yourself up like that. If I had a problem with how you looked do you really think I’d be here now? I love you for you, and that means all of you.”


“But they’re so ugly!” You say.


“No, they’re beautiful, just like you. They’re apart of you, and I wanna help you accept that because I love you for you.” Jason says wrapping you in his arms.


You stay silent as he holds you tight. All your worries about him leaving you seem to wither away.


“I love you.” You tell him.


“I love you too baby.” He whispers kissing the top of your head.


And this time, you knew he meant it.

99 Problems and You’re One

Character(s): Sam Winchester

Warnings: None

Word Count: I don’t know

Fic:

    Hearing yet another sigh from across the table, you lift your head and see Sam, arms crossed and head resting on his hands as he stares at you.

   “Problem?” You raise an eyebrow at him.

   “Yeah. You’re beautiful.”

   “And that’s a problem?”

   “Yes. It’s very distracting.”

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Creepypasta #404: The Pursuit Institute

Two years ago, a bunch of my friends and I went on a school sponsored trip to Alaska set up by the Pursuit Institute. I was placed in a group with nine, no, ten other students, and two adult chaperones. Another group was also made up of similar numbers, and each group would start at one location and then we would switch places halfway through. The trip would consist mostly of hiking and backpacking in Denali where we would camp in tents and then hiking near the Kenai Peninsula where we would stay in a cabin.

We arrived in Anchorage at about 2:00 in the morning, but it was still light out as Alaska never really got dark that time of year. Our groups parted ways after claiming our baggage, and my group began our trip by driving to Denali National Park where we would be spending the next several days. We all had a great time and before we knew it, it was time to meet up with the other group and trade places for the second half of our trip.

We converged in front of a supermarket and the two groups swapped stories and shared some laughs. It was all fun, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was … wrong with the other group. Their stories would be incredibly vague or they would just stop halfway through as if they caught themselves from mentioning something without even realizing it.

It was all incredibly eerie but no one but me seemed to notice. When I tried to question them further or go into detail about their trip they would simply become dazed and say that it was really all just a blur. Then, getting defensive, they would ask me details about our trip so far. I scoffed and tried to remember a specific event only to find that … I really didn’t remember much either. In fact, as I began listening to my groups own stories, we were being just as vague as them! It was all so strange that no one, not even I, immediately noticed that the other group was short one kid.

Suddenly though, it hit me.

“Where’s Josh?” I asked the group. Everyone turned to face me, their eyes seemed glazed and cloudy as their faces reflected my own confusion right back at me. What they said next made my blood run cold.

With such genuine seriousness that it couldn’t have possibly been a joke, one by one, they asked, “Who the hell is Josh?” Even the adults looked puzzled.

Giving a nervous laugh, I turned to my own group for support only to see that they were looking at me with the same expressions. Confusion was plastered across every one of their faces, looking at me with blank eyes. Then, suddenly, confusion turned to laughter as if they realized that I had been joking.

“Haha! Nice man! You had me goin’ for a second there!” Matt said as the mood quickly lightened back up. I laughed with them and pretended that it had been a joke, but all I felt was a horrible sickness rising up inside me.

That’s when a kid from the other group said, “Haha, but seriously, what’s with YOUR group? You guys are acting all weird and … where is Sarah?”

“Haha, very funny.”

“Yeah real original.” Members of both groups snapped back at him, almost in unison. No one named Sarah had even been in our group, and even I was pissed that he was making fun of me. That is, until I saw the look on his face.

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anonymous asked:

i love all the akatsuki asks, so one more: if you gave them all cell phones, how many dick pics would be sent out? you'd think almost all of them would sext, either out of enjoyment or just pure curiosity. konan is more than welcome to join the fun too!

MMmmmMmMMm yES

Itachi - This kid can barely call someone let alone send a picture of his pee pee or send a lewd message 

Kisame - He sends a lot of naughty pictures (^;; not a lot of sexual texts though

Hidan - DEAR GOD WHO LET HIM HAVE A PHONE ALL HE DOES IS ASK FOR NUDES

Kakuzu - He usually just sends one message that’s like, “You, me, naked.”

Sasori - He will send you really dirty stuff until you have to call him and tell him to stop

Deidara - MASTER OF DICK PICS

Pein - His pierced dickle is being sent to your phone a lot

Konan - She’s a classy lady who only likes to receive the sexts and nudes