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Prompt List II Request If You Want

a/n - i know i got like 63890 requests i should do, but i’m not feeling those, so i got some prompts and sorry for not being on lately i have had so many tests and quizzes and my imagines weren’t top priority at the time but now i’m back again!


Request numbers or say the exact dialogues that was written

Say what character, fandom(? Maybe not if its my fandom) fandoms list here

If you have an idea with the dialogues and would like me to write it, i’m all ears, well maybe fingers XD

That’s it and i’ll get back to it soon as possible :)

  1. “Oh fuck you.” “I know you would.”
  2. “But your smile is important to me.”
  3. “I love you, but this is unacceptable.”
  4. “How the fuck did you fit a panda bear in a closet? What if it died?” “It’s not real.” “You’re not real.”
  5. “We both know who’d win that fight.”
  6. “Damnnnn you look hot in that shirt-I mean is it cold in here? Wait what cold? I meant hot. Holy shit you look amazing.”
  7. “Frick.” “Why don’t you curse?” “There’s a story behind it.”
  8. “Tell me you love me.”
  9. “Is this fake?”
  10. “Did you ever truly think I was worth it? Worth all this?”
  11. “What if time hurts us?”
  12. “What if I hurt you?”
  13. “Pizza looks better in that shirt.”
  14. “Is that a compliment?”
  15. “I’m *insert emotion/condition*” “Nice to meet you *insert emotion/condition* I’m potato.”
  17. “How much does a pig weigh?”
  18. “I would tell you a chemistry joke but I know I wouldn’t get a reaction.”
  19. “Smart people know what icup means.”
  20. “Get your knarly ugly ass feet off my couch.”
  21. “Stop looking at me like that, it’s your fault anyway.”
  22. “I thought I could trust you.”
  23. “That was a perfect example of how not to do things.”
  24. “It’s 8:30, I have a hangover and you’re annoying me.”
  25. “So much for not getting involved.”
  26. “I will if you will.”
  27. “I didn’t intend to kiss you.”
  28. “Prepare to be amazed.
  29. “It’s not like I missed you or anything.”
  30. “Never mind, the moment’s gone.”
  31. “You’re an idiot. I’ve met smarter sandwiches.”
  32. “Why are you/we whispering?”
  33. “If you really loved me there wouldn’t be a choice.“
  34. “Now, just hold on a diddly darn minute.”
  35. “It sounds like you’re trying to convince yourself.“
  36. “If you walk out that door… don’t you ever come back”
  37. “Don’t you die on me”
  38. “I wish I could stop loving you”
  39. “I could hold you forever”
  40. “I’m in love…shit”
  41. “Will you lay with me beneath the night sky?”
  42. “You know what sucks? Realizing everything you believed in is complete and utter bullshit.”
  43. “I’m vulnerable when I’m with you, but you make me feel secure. Is this contradiction of emotions supposed to be love?”
  44. “Is that… lipstick, on your collar?”
  45. “Yeah uh - Yeah no, that sounds awful.”
  46. “Dear (name), First of all, I’m so sorry. I really am.”
  47. “So what, you’re just gonna leave?”
  48. “Did you honestly think I wouldn’t figure it out?”
  49. “Hey, can I hold your boobs for a sec?”
  50. “I think I may have found a song that accurately describes how I feel toward you.”
  51.   “Go float yourself!”
  52.      “Do you think we’re bad people?”
  53.      “Just smile, I really need to see you smile right now.”
  55.    “Give me a chance.”
  56.  “I fucked up.”
  57. “I came to say goodbye.”
  58.  “May we meet again”
  59. “I’m so in love with you.”
  60.  “Isn’t this amazing?”
  61. “Catch me if you can!”
  62. “Are you drunk?”
  63.  “Of course I remembered!”
  64.  “You owe me.”
  65.  “It’s just your imagination.”
  66.  “I can take care of myself just fine.”
  67.  “Since when have we ever been friends?”
  68. “We’re not just friends and you fucking know it.”
  69.  “Just talk to me”
  70. “Just shut up and kiss me.”
  71.  “If we get caught I’m blaming you”
  72. “Do you want to kiss as bad as I do right now”
  73.  “How long do we have?”
  74.  “How did we become this?”
  75. “Am I ever going to see you again?”
  76. “You make me feel invincible.”
  77. ”Love isn’t perfect and that’s okay.”
  78.  “Are you ever going to tell him?”
  79. “Just let me in. I promise I won’t hurt you.”
  80.  “I didn’t mean what I said.”
  81.  “Don’t look at me like that.”
  82.  “I’m pregnant and I don’t want to lose you.”
  83.  “what do you mean you love me?” “I mean that I love you..”
  84.  “why are you so secretive?” “why aren’t you?”
  85.  “I need a place to stay.”
  86. “I’m too sober for this.”
  87.  “Good thing I didn’t ask for your opinion.”
  88.  “No. Regrets.”
  89.  “Leave me alone.”
  90.  “That tattoo is hot.” “It is?” “Yeah, makes me wonder…” “Wonder what?” “What else youre hiding.”
  91.  “I never meant to hurt you.”
  92.  “You need to leave.”
  93. “I wish i’d never met you.”
  94.  “I can’t stand the thought of loosing you.”
  95. “Can I kiss you right now?”
  96. “Don’t touch me.”
  97. “Not sure if you could tell, but I’m not exactly a people person.”
  98. “Was I really that drunk?”
  99.  “Did you hear that?”
  100.  “I hate how much I love you”
  101.  “I don’t want you to stop.”
  102.  “We need to talk.”
  103.  “Does he know about the baby?”
  104.  “That’s starting to get annoying”
  105. “You can’t banish me! This is my bed too!”
  106.  “I’m not going anywhere.”
  107.  “I’ll keep you safe.”
  108. “How did you find me?”
  109.  “I don’t want to talk about it.”
  110.  “Please, don’t cry.”
  111. “If you had asked me to stay, I would’ve.”
  112. “I didn’t do it!”
  113.  “I did it…”
  114. “I don’t remember that!”
  115. “This is girl talk, so leave.”
  116. “Hey, hey, calm down. They can’t hurt you anymore.”
  117.  “You’re too good for this world.”
  118. “There’s nothing I can do anymore.”
  119. “It doesn’t matter. You’ve moved on and I have to be okay with that.”
  120. “I don’t want to feel like this tomorrow.”
  121. “Are you kidding me? We’re not fine!”
  122. “I’m here for you.”
  123. “Don’t leave me behind.”
  124. “I have to tell you something.”
  125. “You can’t just sit there all day.”
  126. “Not everyone is out to get you. Stop thinking that. It’s annoying.”
  127.  “I hate you.”
  128. “I don’t need you anymore.”
  129. “I wish we could stay like this forever.”
  130. “I’ve liked you for awhile now.”
  131.  “Are you flirting with me?”
  132. “Is that my shirt?”
  133.  “Are you mad at me?”
  134. “Are you cold?”
  135. “You’re an asshole.”
  136. “I had a bad dream again.”
  137. “Do you think I’m scared of a woman?”
  138.  “Where am I going? Crazy. Wanna come?”
  139.  “Don’t argue. Just do it.”
  140.  “Kiss me.”
  141.  “Wait a second. Are you jealous?”
  142.  “Oh my god! You are in love with him!”
  143.  “I wasn’t going to wait around forever.”
  144. “This is all my fault.”
  145.  “You deserve better than me.”
  146. “This isn’t fair!”
  147.  “Could you be happy, here, with me?”
  148. “Do you wish things had happened differently?”
  149.  “Something’s clearly wrong.”
  150. “Keep your eyes on me.”

Wolfstar AU- Discotechque (cont)

The blare of the alarm bounced against his head like a million tiny hammers. He tried ignoring the intrusive sound, burying his head further into his pillow but to no avail. Growling in frustration, Sirius forced his eyes open, grabbed the moon-shaped clock and shut it off gently despite his urge to hurl it across the room.

The gnawing effects of a hangover began to hit Sirius and he promptly made up his mind to go back to bed. He had just drawn the blanket up to his chin when he froze. There was someone lying next to him.

In one swift motion, Sirius whipped off the covers and stifled a high pitched scream.

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- ̗̀  shit the squad says sentence starters  //  vol.2  ̖́-

  1.  “I have an acid problem.”
  2. “That was ridiculous, I’ve never cried so fast over anything in my life.” 
  3. “I’m so emotional about myself because I’m a conceited bitch.”
  5. “I’m making it worse!”
  6. “You made it worse!”
  7. “I lit the small house on fire and trapped myself inside.”
  8. “My past sins do not define me, I found Jesus.”
  9. “I love watching you fail.”
  10. “Fuck your basic self.”
  11. “What a horrible place to die.”
  12. “This is why I hate you all.”
  13. “Wash your nasty witch feet.”
  14. “God is watching.”
  15. “Ride together, die together, ___. That’s us.”
  16. “Bound by bad decisions. Cute.”
  17. “I regret everything that’s happened in the last hour.”
  18. “Why are you guys this way?”
  19. “My stomach hurts and I hate all of you.”
  20. “Go back to being gay with your cousin.”
  21. “Y’all get wild after midnight.”
  22. “Why is there an eyeball in the house?”
  23. “That looks so ugly it could be a Sims 1 screenshot.”
  24. “This is why you don’t trust a New Yorker, kids. They’ll put ketchup on your pizza when you aren’t looking.”
  25. “Why are crazies breathing down my throat lately?”
  26. “I can’t help that I’m popular.”
  27. “____ doesn’t acknowledge me as #squad.”
  28. “Why did none of you react to the tea I spilled?”
  29. “Pray for my ass.”
  30. “The first ep is titled ‘Bitchcraft’. My aesthetic.”
Trick or Vampire?!
Trick or Vampire?!

Here’s another Diabolik Lovers Tokuten Drama CD~~~


Translation: (made by augustoctobervixen)

Laito: Diabolik Lovers Tokuten Drama CD

Sakamaki Triplets: Trick or Vampire?!

-music fades-

Ayato: Ah damn it! -whacks a board- Just what is that!

Laito: Hm what is it, Ayato-kun are you pissed about something again?

Ayato: Huh! You can see it too right! The people of the town are dressed up as vampires and making a fuss and all! it is pissing me off that they are taking us lightly now!

Laito: Ah, that, last year around this time was also like this, they dress up as vampires, wolves or mummies. Just what is happening nfu

Kanato: Really I can’t think but say they are out of their minds. Say you, why are you humans doing that? Eh Halloween? Huh, I am not interested in why human do that Halloween. Knowing that we do not know what this halloween is, are you making fun of us?

Laito: Kanato-kun, you are scaring Bitch-chan. While she is just explaining it.

Kanato: It is the one at fault for not making it more understandable. Laito you just shut up.

Laito: Nfu, well that is also true. Say Bitch-chan why is it only on Halloween that they are making a fuss?

Kanato: Heh? Trick or Treat? So Halloween is a event in town where you trick people or get sweets?

Ayato: So that means you need to have a costume to get all the candy? Huh that is not it? So loud, if I say that is the way it is, it is like that!

Laito: Hmm, also A costume party, so that means both men and women are in disguise. Wow, so all the men are able to hide their true desires behind a mask and act like beasts, nfu, that sure is a wonderful thing indeed~

Ayato: Keh, damn pervert, when you keep on thinking like that even your cover will be blown.

Laito: Blown?! When I am wearing this hat that will never happen~ Furthermore is that even something you should say Ayato-kun, when taking all the candy, you were thinking of getting the sweeter stuff too right!

Ayato: Damn straight, instead of sweets, that is more interesting after all. Also, there is no one else in here who can do that better than me.

Kanato: I want the sweet, Say Teddy you want it too right.

Ayato: Well you can have all the sweets, I am going for the bigger prize. Kanato can have all the sweets, Laito is going to have all the love. We brothers can organize this Halloween party all on our own~ This is great~

Laito: Then it is settled, we are going to participate in our own Halloween party.

Kanato: Though to participate don’t we need costumes?

Laito: Don’t worry, if it is about a cosplay show, in the castle basement there are a lot of costumes.

Ayato: Did we really had something like that? As expected of the Pervert Laito.

Laito: Nfu, I will take that as a compliment, we have the place, we have the sweets, we have the costumes ready and we have the Bitch-chans who are waiting for love. With costumes on we won’t be busted too quickly, so isn’t it fine?~

Ayato: When you say it like that, true…

Kanato: I wanna do it! Say you are going to dress up too right. If you say no, you know what will happen?

Laito: Nfu of course I will have Bitch-chan’s outfit too, just wait here.

-Laito walks off-

Kanato: This sure seems like fun, i wonder how i will become, Say Teddy this will be fun right.

Ayato: Keh, you never know what will come out with that Pervert. Furthermore, don’t you think he only wants to do this so he can dress up the Tiny Tits?

-music fades-

Laito returns

Laito: Sorry for the wait, here I brought it all, look at this, the size of my collection.

Kanato: It is grater than I expected, it’s beautiful~

Ayato: Keh, that is nothing expected of you! Furthermore why the hell are you in a girlish funky looking skirt! You damned pervert!

Laito: But it is a costume party! I can’t do this usually, by the way I am Alice from Wonderland~ Bitch-chan am I cute? How about it~ -harps music plays-

Kanato: That frilly apron looks good too, Laito you sure are lucky with everything. Come on give me something quickly too.

Laito: For Kanato-kun, how about this, look at this, Little Red Riding Hood~

Kanato: Haa, that cape, it so red, like the color of blood, it is really great. 

Laito: Here when you are dressed up there is also a little basket, you can put Teddy in here.

Kanato: You really thought this through. Thank you Laito

Laito: Of course. Ah Bitch-chan this will be yours, a black outfit and a black hat, a witch. Nfu, is it odd? Fufu~ you thought just because I brought it with me that I only had erotic outfits didn’t you. Fufu, I am not that simple~

Ayato: Hee, so you will be going in that outfit, even having no breasts it looks rather good. -chuckles-

Laito: That and the stoic outfit makes stripping you a lot more fun too~ Just thinking of it excites me, I can’t get enough of it. Ah, Ayato-kun this will be yours.

Ayato: Huuh, what the fuck is that!

Laito: It is Cinderella, this fabric too it feel great, it is probably the real thing.

Kanato: Hah! It really does, when you dress up a doll with this it will look really cute!

Ayato: Oy hold up Laito! Why must I wear this! Huh!?

Laito: Eh, is it not good?

Ayato: Of course it aint good! Unlike you guys I got a normal taste. I will never go in a girl’s outfit.

Laito: Hee, but in my collection there are no men’s outfit, furthermore I think you will look good in it Ayato-kun. Right Kanato-kun?

Kanato: Hmm hmm ^_^. It will surely look good.

Ayato: Stop it already. It is already enough that you two imagine it. Furthermore, we are vampires, there is no meaning if we dress up?

-piano drop-

Kanato: I am not sure what you just said there. Though not dressing up, means there will be no meaning for a party right?. A party is… A party is… an occasion were one dressed up otherwise it has no meaning to it!

Ayato: Don’t freak out so much.

Kanato: Then Ayato you just need to be an adult and wear these clothing!


Ayato: Think about it, it will never look good! Have you ever seen a man dressed up as a princess?

Laito: I haven’t though it does pike my interest.

Ayato: I wasn’t asking you, you damned pervert. Also, if a stranger asked you to wear this shit, You would struggle too right?

Laito: Hee, I won’t do that~ Also Bitch-chan is also expecting it, you want to see it right Bitch-chan?

Kanato: You want to see it right?~

Ayato: Huh! What are you laughing about you damned Tiny Tits! You asshole!

Laito: Come, time to be an adult, I bet this green blue will look really good on you. I choose it after all~

Ayato: I told ya I don’t want to. What is with that sparkly outfit!

Kanato: I want to see Ayato in the dress, I even pleaded you to wear it. Say, why don’t you listen to my request.

Ayato: Shut up! Who would want to listen to your request. Oy Laito what are you…

Laito starts to hold down Ayato

Laito: fufu~ Kanato-kun help me out here, Ayato-kun is about to get away.~

Kanato: hmm!~ ^_^

Ayato: Ugah! Oy help me out here Tiny Tits! Huh, useless? What are you saying, you jerk. I’ll bite you to death!

Laito: It’s useless, useless, it is two against one, there is no way you will win this. Well, it is time to be awakened~

Kanato: This is like a miracle. You look like a doll now Ayato. -laughs-

Ayato: Stop it, just stop it already!!! ;A;

-music fades-

Party starts

Ayato: Why did I end up like this?

Laito: Nfu, you are cute~ Prin-cess-A-ya-to~

Ayato: Shut up! Oy Tiny Tuts what are you looking at? Huh I’m cute?! Are your eyes corrupted?!

Laito: Come on, don’t be mean to the Bitch-Witch. It’s good that Cinderella had small feet, the galss shoes fit your size just perfectly Ayato-kun.

Kanato: it definitely doesn’t look bad on Ayato, say do you want to be my doll after this?

Ayato: Shut up! Don’t fucking dare compare me to those ugly dolls of yours

-piano drop-

Kanato: Ugly… Ugly, you don’t mean Teddy with that now do you!

Laito: -claps his hands- Okay, okay, no fighting. Ah, over there, they are having a Hallowen Party. Nfu, there is the scent of cute girls everywhere.

Kanato: everyone has lots of sweets too, let’s go have a look~

Laito: Everyone is looking over here, it is because Bitch-chan and I are cute right?~

Kanato: it is because Teddy and I look cute. If we do trick or treat here we will able to get candy right? From who shall I take them?

Ayato: Huh?! Don’t look over here. Get over there you jerks!

-crowds goes away-

Laito: Ho-hold on Ayato-kun, we dressed up so people would look, to tell them to go over there is not good. Ah just when there weer cute girls.

Kanato: Indeed because you scared them off everyone ran away. -starts crying- I… Just lost the chance to take the candy.

Ayato: That is not the point, you Hysteria asshole.

Kanato: The Hysteria is you Ayato, because you freaked out. Everything is not interesting anymore!

Ayato: Huh, are you trying to pick a fight with me asshole!

Laito: Fuu, I guess it was a failure to dress Ayato up as a girl, all the girls have run away now. Even the adults…. the kids are all following them now. Maybe, dressing up was unnecessary? 

Kanato: Jeez, this is all Ayato’s fault, I couldn’t even get some candy too.

Laito: Hmm, Bitch-chan what’s wrong, you look like you are holding something heavy. It seems you are the only one who had some fun. Sorry about that Ayato-kun is such an idiot. Poor you, as a little apology, shall I massage you, of course on top of the bed. It is a rare chance to see you in a cute outfit like that, allow me to take it off of you. Nfu~

Kanato: Hold on! Instead of Laito, you prefer to spend time with me right. You are dressed as a witch now, let’s play in the torture room. There are lots of trials toys for witches in there -chuckles-

Ayato: Oy, hold on! Just what are you talking about in front of me?! That one has the important task of helping ore-sama out of this thing! As if I will let you do whatever you want wit her!

Laito: aaah, you’re so noisy, Ayato is already like that, let’s go home. Bitch-chan seems tired too.

Kanato: Teddy, when we are home let’s have lots of fun, the torture room will be a fun time right?

Ayato: Oy are you even listening to what people are saying? Hold the fuck up! Why did we even come in these outfits anyway?! Ah? It is because you forced me in to this!! Moving in this is hard, damn it! Hold on damn it!!

ramadan day 2: forgiving is hard

Every time I contemplate on all the heartbreaking episodes & events that i had to endure these past few months, I couldn’t help but to be filled with rage and/or great sorrow. Lately, it has kind of taken a toll on me. I often find it so difficult for me to fully focus & achieve khusyu’ in my ibadah or any task I do in general. As hard as I try to eliminate external distractions when I’m at something, my past always finds its way back to me. I start to be reminded of how hurt i was, and all the familiar faces that caused that hurt. Anger will peek in and just like that, I lose focus.

Now being distracted isn’t my main concern. It’s the fact that by losing focus when i’m in the middle of doing something, be it ibadah (especially solat) or work, I would end up not entirely satisfied of the outcome once it’s done- this bothers me. Imagine how much better everything would turn out if I gave my 100%. Until I discover how to get rid of everything that’s bugging me, I don’t think I’ll ever be at peace. The question here is, why can’t I? Why is it so hard to get over everything? Then it occurred me last night that maybe, just maybe, the reason why I can’t let go of my past is because I’m withholding one of the most essential thing that is needed to move on- forgiveness.

In my effort to start fresh, I realised how I still get all emo and mad each time I think of the ones who broke me. So I ask myself, if I still feel this way then have I really forgiven them? Hm, I don’t think so. But then, why not?

Although Allah has given us the right to refuse from forgiving someone, I’m pretty sure He does not encourage it. As difficult as it is to forgive, holding back forgiveness is way more tormenting and painful. It haunts you. In my childish idealism, I used to think that if I don’t forgive someone, i have done my revenge. They will not be able to live in peace because regardless of whether they have asked for an apology or not, i’d still consider it as ‘unsettled business’ which leads to my “jawablah-kau-dengan-tuhan-nanti” mutters. But hey who am I kidding, because eventually, this mentality corrupts the heart. And a heart which is corrupted will never be at peace- including mine.

Oh come on, It’s Ramadan, the month of worship. If not now, can there be a better time? You see, forgiving does not only benefit the person at fault, but it’s equally as important & necessary for the forgiver as well. You should forgive others not only because they deserve forgiveness, but because you deserve peace. After all the crap they got you through, even if they never bothered to say sorry, forgive them. Again not because they deserve it, but you are way better than that. Because you are worthy with the quality of being forgiving. It takes the same amount of energy to forgive as well as to not forgive. There’s a certain kind of humility required to be the adult here. Not forgiving, as convenient as we ‘assume’ it is, just indicates the amount of pride and arrogance we have in us. Since when is life a battle of ego? Remember the story of Adam and Iblis Laknatullah? Ego was the exact reason why Iblis was taken out of jannah.

Look, to err is human.

We are all children of Adam. We make mistakes. At some point of our lives, we have also wronged someone. We might have caused them hurt. With or without intentions, knowingly and unknowingly. It is certainly natural to mess up here and there. Yes right now you are torn. Yes you are shattered to pieces and broke to the bones. That person may have betrayed us, slandered us, or simply been a pain in the ass. But how can you be so sure you’ve never left anyone feeling the same way before? And because of that, we all owe each other forgiveness. If we hope to be forgiven, why is it so hard to do the same to people? Why are we withholding something which we are clearly not the rightful owner of in the first place?

Forgiveness, dear readers, it’s is not our forte. It’s not something we humans are experts of. For goodness sake, we are not God. Even Allah is Al-Ghaffur- The Most Forgiving. He forgives and He loves to forgive. It’s one of his beautiful attributes. A Godly one. Now since Allah is All-Forgiving, if the person at fault commits sincere tawbah (repentance), it is most likely for Him to forgive the person. But us humans? We on the the other hand, are different. We tend to come up with so many excuses and have the cheek to not forgive a fellow human being who breathe, eat, sleep and make mistakes just like us. Do we think that if we do not forgive them, we can refuse them jannah? Are we for real? Don’t compare who hurt who more, or ‘my pain is bigger than your pain’. If you look at it that way, you will never be able to forgive. We are not the bosses of others. I don’t owe you, you don’t owe me. Honey, who are we to punish people? If Allah can forgive people, why should we punish them more than they deserve to be punished?

It warms my heart every single time I recall on how forgiving our prophet Muhammad SAW was. Do you remember how he was once rejected by the people of Ta’if? When he arrived to Ta’if, he was pelted with rocks and stones until he bled awfully. His whole body was covered with blood and his sandals were clogged to his feet. Things got so ugly that Jibril was sent down to usher the angels in charge of the mountains to look after this matter. The angel greeted Rasulullah and said;

“Oh Prophet of Allah! I am at your service. If you wish, I can cause the mountains overlooking this town on both sides to collide with each other, so that all the people therein would be crushed to death, or you may suggest any other punishment for them.”

I bet you can guess what the prophet did next. 

Yes, he forgave them instead. Allah. He was A PROPHET. A Nabi! He could simply ask Allah to destroy the people of Ta’if. But not only he forgave them, he also prayed for them. He prayed for his enemies. No grudges. No nothing. MashaAllah, such humility. Muhammad SAW raised his hands towards the heavens and said “…So long as You are not angry with me, I do not care. Your favour is of a more expansive relief to me.”


Here’s another story. Once during the time of the prophet SAW, a man was said to be given glad tidings of Jannah. A sahabah heard this news and due to curiosity, he observed that man’s activities for 3 days from the moment he wakes up, to the time he goes to bed. However he did not find anything that made the man stand out from the rest of the sahabah who seemed to be doing more good deeds. So one day, he gave up and decided to ask the man directly. The man revealed a truly virtuous act that he never forgets to do every night. He said “Every night, before I go to sleep, I forgive whoever has wronged me. I remove any bad feelings towards anyone from my heart.”

How beautiful. 

I learnt that one way to be more forgiving is by reading more seerah of the prophets. How they dealt with people, particularly who hated them and had harm inflicted on them. They were so gentle towards others and they showed that it is absolutely possible to forgive with hikmah; to become strong, without being hard, and remain soft, without being weak. Personally, the more I read about the prophets, the more I feel so little. As if I have no right at all to NOT forgive people, despite how they were towards me before.


Forgive others not solely because they deserve forgiveness, but because you deserve peace

It’s a win-win situation, for both parties. Not only that, it is also an investment for our Aakhirah. Our “jannah access cards”. Give yourself a chance to be happy again. Get rid of all that intention of wanting to torment a fellow human being by not forgiving them. It’s liberating and life changing, you know. Set them free, while setting yourself free. Pray for them. Ask Allah to guide them and make them happy. I noticed that by making du’a for those who have hurt us, we will find that their happiness can also be our happiness too. Tell me how can we not be happy seeing our prayers being granted?

And to every single soul that I have wronged, if by any chance you’re reading this, I sincerely beg for your apology. Please make du’a for me. Also know that I have forgiven you and I wish you nothing but the best for both your dunya and aakhirah. May Allah grant you contentment and peace, and may he soften our hearts to continue forgiving.

I deserve peace. You deserve peace.

So may peace be upon us all, inshaAllah.

anonymous asked:

so I was thinking, IF you're taking any prompts: what do you think would've happened if Mary went to police and enroled the Witness Protection Program - or if she just gave Nathaniel to them bc it is easier to run away without a child? I was thinking, if he had full support from the police, even if Riko got DNA or digitals for a test, there would be no Nathaniel Wesninski in the system for him to find. What do you think?

( imagine: Mary gives Neil to the police. imagine: Neil in the foster care system. imagine: some meetings are fated, but the path is a little flexible. )

( warning for …….. so much stuff. implied drug abuse. implied animal abuse. anti-religious talk. rough people in rough situations. Neil’s characterization took a harsh turn from canon, because imo Mary’s control and the high pressure of being on the run had a huuuge impact on his behaviour. also because lbr he’ll always be a chameleon kid until Palmetto. )

“You’re fucking bailing. I can’t fucking believe it.”

“Neil, I’m not bailing.”

“Yeah? You take a look in the mirror lately? Dressing like Tyron’s auntie, like some fucking prude, like you’re pure and holy and above all us gutter rats. I can’t believe it. He was right. You’re– you’re- you’ve become a fucking jesus freak, going to jesus camp.

“It’s a retreat, and it’s only one week.”

“What the fuck ever, Renee. That senile old woman’s corrupted you.”

“Is that what this is about?”

“There’s no this. There’s no anything. You’re ditching me.”

“I’m not ditching you, Neil.”

“Really? ‘Cause you sure as hell aren’t gonna convert me, and I don’t think your high horse has room for two.”

Renee pursed her lips.

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anonymous asked:

Maybe shiki+devils with a chubby S/O who is not confident in her appearance?

I hope this is alright ^^


You thought he didn’t see you when you tried sucking in in front of the mirror or didn’t hear the sighs that escaped your lips when you look at yourself. But he did.
“You know you’re beautiful don’t you?” He said as he stood in the door frame
“R-Rem! I didn’t see you there…”
“You needn’t worry about your appearance so much.” He stated.
“But I do! No one likes me like this…” You trialed off
“I do. I love you, and every little bit of you.” He walked over and put a hand on your shoulder. “Please don’t think you are not good enough. Because you are beautiful and I love you.” He looked you straight in the eyes and then lent over to give you a small kiss on the forehead.
You smiled at the warm kiss. “Thanks…I love you too.”


“Haaa…” You sighed as yet again you wished you didn’t look in the mirror.
“That was a rather big sigh my butterfly~ Something wrong?” Urie asked, concerned.
“No it’s just…I just don’t think I look very good that’s all.” You answered.
“My dear beautiful butterfly whatever made you think you don’t look good?” He wrapped his arms around you, hugging you tightly.
“Come on! You see all those posters and magazines, I don’t fit any of those standards! I don’t look anyt-”
“Hush my dear~” He put a finger to your lips. “Please don’t think you have to live up to standards such as those. You’re beautiful just the way you are.” He drew you in closer and stoked your hair comfortingly.  You’re wonderful, please don’t think anything less of yourself. However… If you really think you’re not as beautiful as I do then I guess I’ll just have to remind you everyday~”


“Mage…do you think I’m ugly?”
“What? Why would I ever think that? Anyway why would you even ask that?” He answered, baffled at your sudden question.
“I don’t know I just….wondered why you’d want to be with someone like me.”
“Oi, where’s all this coming from? Why wouldn’t i want to be with you?” He seemed even more confused now.
“Well i’m not pretty or anything and don’t even get me started on my weight..” You looked down at your feet.
“Haa I really don’t get it. I think you’re beautiful and besides..” He lifted you off your feet and held you in his arms. “… I can pick you up just fine, you’re as light as a feather.” A bright smile lit up his face as he looked at you with love and admiration. You couldn’t help but smile back.


“Why do you keep looking at yourself like that?” The fallen angel asked.
“Ah don’t worry about it i’m fine.” You smiled weakly at him. But he was clearly unconvinced.
“It’s obviously not fine if you’re looking at yourself like that. Do you really think after all this time I wouldn’t know if something is wrong?” He draped his arms over your shoulders in a loose hug.
“It’s just….. i’m not too confidant in the way I look. People say i’m not pretty enough, not skinny enough and I-” Before you could stop them, hot tears trailed down your face as you told him your insecurities.
“Hey, shhh don’t worry about what those people say…” He unfolded his wings and enclosed the two of you. “….I’ll always he here to protect you from them. You’re beautiful and I wont let you think otherwise. Ever.”  

doro wat notes

1. back and I’m better

2. just don’t tell him I want him as bad as ever you know????

3. I’m going to harar. It is….how do you say…..lit, no?

4. I think even though I don’t speak Somali I am witty and able to connect to (my) people through humor in a way that is more meaningful than a common culture or tribe and that is why people are always pleased to see me when I literally have no clue what they’re saying

5. my feet look so ugly it’s not a home. help.

6. also I blew through five thousand birr within less than a week lmao I’m actual garbage.

7. two posts in one day?

8. my cousina caught on to me. “why do you always going to the store by yourself?” “why are you always talking to him sooooo long?” “why are you smiling” perhaps HUSH sis

9. nimaanka? still qashin.

10. every day I come to a greater realization that I need to learn amharic of I ever want to navigate this city by myself and every day I want to die

11. literally have you ever heard someone speak amharic???? how do people even learn it??? that’s all inma day tho cause if I go in I might get dragged

12. I keep forgetting the word for diarreha (spelling?) So I keep saying xaar biyo nshsnskkaksbdn

13 it’s strange to be somewhere that people actually look like you. Blending in? love it.

14. don’t bother replying but I hope you are all doing well (you too Reem, lots of kisses). please make du'a for my uncle, his father just died and it’s been rough. I would appreciate it.

Imagine... you "hate” your science partner

“Fuck!” Harry yelled, banging on the door wildly until it was sure to bruise. I rolled my eyes at him and he glared back at me. “Don’t look at me like that,” He growled.

“What, do you think I’m happy about being locked up here with you?” I raised my voice to quiet him down and he continued to glare but didn’t say anything more.

We were finishing up a science project and the school had closed and the janitors came and locked the doors while we were still finishing up. I guess we just hadn’t noticed. 

Harry hopped up onto the teacher’s desk, crossing his legs and running his fingers through his curls. Harry and I had never gotten along. He was always the flirt and I would try and keep away from people like him who treated women like items. That’s why, when I was assigned his partner in our science project, that I was completely devastated and pissed off that I would have to spend even more time with him. He most definitely wasn’t ugly; I would give him that, but there was something about his cocky aura that just screamed for me to turn and run. 

About a half hour had passed and we didn’t say anything to each other. Finally, he decided to speak. “I’m bored,” He stated and I gave him a sarcastic stare.

“No shit,” I bit.

“Jesus, Y/N, why do you hate me so much?” He rasped, swinging his feet and looking at me angrily.

I flipped him off and shook my head, looking away from him.

“No. I want you to tell me what I did to you to make you hate me,” he snapped, pulling my attention right back to his face.

I ignored his question, “You know what, if you’re so bored, just hit your head against the wall until someone gets us out of here and we can go home.”

Harry scoffed, and almost shocked smile spreading across his face as his lips made an “o” shape. “Aggressive, much? I like that,” He smirked at me, “And what should I do to keep busy when there’s nothing in this room?”

“Science textbooks,” I said, seriously, as I gestured to the table next to the desks. I had always been a good student and when I had absolutely nothing to do, I usually studied for the next unit so I could get a head start.

“Yeah fucking right,” He muttered and stood up off the desk. He began to stretch his muscles, pulling his arms over his head. I blankly stared at him as he did so.

Harry winked when he noticed I was looking and then nodded before sitting back down. “Alright. Bonding time,” He smiled.

I rolled my eyes, staring down at the floor, “What do you have in mind?”

“The question game?” He asked, biting his lip.

“Fine. What’s your favorite movie?” I asked.

“Erm… Fight Club.”

“Bullshit!” I laughed, “You have The Notebook on your laptop!”

“Stalking me, eh?” He chuckled.

“Hey, shut up,” I growled and he finished laughing and then flipped his hair.

“What’s your favorite movie?” He asked.

“Shawshank Redemption,” I stated, “Much better than your shit taste in movies.”

“Shots fired,” He held his hands up. What a cocky asshole he was.
The edge of my lip twisted into a ghost of a smile as he kicked the desk and hurt his toe, trying to act like he didn’t feel any pain.

“How many girlfriends have you had?” I asked.

“Two,” He responded quickly.

I raised my eyebrows in shock, “Two? Only two?”

“Yeah, why?” He said breathily while rubbing the backs of his hands with his fingertips and looking down at them.

“Oh… um…” I began, “How many have you slept with?”

Harry waited for a while, hesitating, “Honestly?” He asked with a hint of worry.

“No, I want you to lie to me,” I replied sarcastically.

“Six,” He said and my eyes opened wide open, my jaw dropping.

“Six?” I gasped, “I knew you got around, but six?” I almost laughed, “I saw that coming. Oh, well. Wow, that’s a lot of people.”

Harry shook his head, not making eye contact and smiling slightly, “I know what I’m doing,” He smirked, “But what about you, Ms. Y/N? How many guys have you been with?” He asked.

“Call me Ms. Y/N again and I will kick you in the balls,” I challenged. “Two.”

Harry nodded, “So you’re experienced.”

“Fuck you,” I snapped, laughing.

“Yeah, fuck me,” He smirked and I literally started burning up because he was so cocky.

“What, are we playing dares now?”


“Okay, I dare you to do eight summersaults,” I scoffed, smiling at my own choice of dares.

“Easy,” Harry said. He got down on his knees and proved to me that it was, in fact, not easy since on the seventh one, he hit his head on the teacher’s desk. I burst into little fits of laughter. “I dare you to yell the last person’s name you had sex with at the top of your lungs,” Harry looked me directly in the eye and I gave him a dubious look.

“No,” I shook my head.

“You have to do it. It’s a dare.”

“What happens if I don’t do it?” I asked.

“I’ll dare you to moan it instead,” He smiled slyly.

“Jake!” I screamed so loudly I thought that someone would’ve definitely heard it.

“Jake?” Harry laughed, “Really?”

“He’s hotter than you,” I said.

“Ouch!” Harry chuckled, “I’m hurt.”

“Good. I dare you to hang your pants on the ceiling fan,” I said.

“You want me to strip, do you?” He asked and before I could defend myself, his pants were off and he was stood on a chair, hanging them on the still ceiling fan.

He sat back down on the desk, adjusting his boxers and hanging his feet off the side. “I dare you give me a compliment.”

“Oh my god, really?” I scowled and just stared at him up and down for a second, trying to figure out what I would say. “Um,” I began, taking in a breath,

“You’ve got a nice mouth,” I suggested.

“You don’t know the half of it,” Harry winked.

“Do you turn into an ass when you’re horny or are you always like this?” I growled.

Harry stood up, nearing me and resting his hands on the sides of the desk to either side of my hips, “Why don’t you like me?” He pouted, his face a couple of inches away from mine. I grabbed his shoulders and pushed him away from me, but he grabbed my hands and held them on his chest.

“Quit it, Harry,” I said, pulling my hands forcefully away from his.
“It’s my turn to dare you to do something,” Harry reminded me, sitting down in a swat across from me.

“What?” I sighed.

“I dare you to suck me off.”

“You know, I would. I really would, but I’d rather not be your seventh, if that’s okay with you,” I said half-sarcastically.

“It’s a dare,” He winked, “And we’re already half way there. My pants are on the ceiling.”

“Absolutely not,” I laughed at his vulnerability.

“Then a lap dance.”


“Alright, just come sit on my lap, yeah?”

I nearly laughed at him as I walked over to him, tilting his chin up so he could see my face. This was starting to be fun. He was so desperate it wouldn’t hurt to tease. I brought my legs to either side of his hips so I was straddling him and rested my hands on his upper thighs. He swallowed and slid his hands around my waist, slowly sliding them toward my upper back. “See?” He smiled, “Is this really that bad?”

“No,” I smirked, beginning to grind my hips into his crotch, “I guess not.” He gulped as he guided my hips and I felt him start to grow underneath me. He began to breathe heavily and when he finally let out an audible moan, I lifted myself up and stepped off him.

“Hey, wait!” He called after me, “You can’t do that!” He stepped behind me and grabbed my waist, pulling me back into him, grinding his hips onto my backside. I turned around, though, and pushed him away quickly, then, surprising us both, grabbed his hand and pulled him right back to me and brushed my lips against his, fiddling with his boxer strap. I quickly slipped my hand down into his pants and grabbed his shaft.

“What’s this?” I smirked as he gasped into my lips.

“Fuck,” he murmured, almost falling against me.

I rubbed my thumb in circles over his tip while he kicked off his boxers and circled his hand around to my backside. I gasped as well and then pulled away. His dick was just standing right out from his body and he had a lustful, yet confused look on his face. He didn’t even attempt to cover himself up.

“What?” He whined, “What did I do?”

“Sit,” I commanded.



Harry sat down and I watched him as he grabbed himself. I padded over to him and grabbed his hand, taking it off his member.

“Do you want me?”

He swallowed and nodded, “Yeah.”

“Then listen close,” I leaned in next to his ear, “You’re not allowed to touch yourself or touch me and you have to let me do what I want. No talking, no noises, and you will not cum until I say. Do you understand?”

His chest rose and fell rapidly, “Yes.”

“No talking,” I reminded him.

I slowly neared him and kneeled in between his legs, pulling his shirt above his head. I traced my hand along the lines of his muscles, slowly sliding my hand downward toward his crotch. As painfully slow as I could, I licked a stripe up his shaft and he shuddered. He bit his lip to control himself and keep from making any sounds. 

I sucked lightly around his tip and ran my hands up and down his thighs as his breathing quickened. I cupped his balls and rolled them around in my hand lightly as his back arched and he threw his head back. I stood up again and slowly slid my hands up my skirt, ridding myself of my underwear. Harry’s eyes nearly rolled back into his head. I pulled my shirt over my head and pulled him to his feet.

“Lie down,” I commanded and he obliged, lying down flat on the floor. I brought by body down low and slowly climbed up his body leaning my bottom against his member. He brought his hands up to my waist and I pulled them off and pinned them to the floor, “No touching,” I growled, leaning down to his neck and kissing and sucking trails from his ear to his jawline. Hesitantly, I bit his lip and tugged on it lightly. When he was quiet, he wasn’t as annoying. I lined him up at my center and sank down on him. I bounced on him at a painfully sluggish pace and I could see him struggle to hold back his actions and moans. His forehead was glazed in sweat and he continued to breathe heavily. I grabbed his hands and pulled them over his head, stabilizing myself. I looked down and his eyes were burning into me, his lip pinned between his teeth, and a look of desperation. It was pathetically, the most sympathetic I’d ever been for him.
I pulled off and inched up his body so I was stationed above his face. With no need to give direction’s he licked a stripe across my slit and bit around my clit, making me gasp loudly. This kid really did what he was doing. I reached back behind him and pumped his cock until finally, he moaned into my heat. I pulled off. I bit his earlobe, “No moaning,” I rasped, “Until I say.”

I climbed back on him and instantly started riding him as hard and as fast as I could, watching his face twist and his mouth open slightly for air. I threw my head back in pleasure, feeling him inside me. His hair was damp and his chest was sweaty. I rested my palms on either side of his head and leaned in close to his face.

“Say my name,” I whispered.

He released the loudest moan I’d possibly heard in my life, saying my name along with a string of curse words.

“Fuck, Y/N!” He groaned.

I pulled off, “Switch over,” I said, lying on my back and pulling him on top of me. He rubbed his tip against my clit and entered just the tip into me. “No fucking teasing, Styles,” I growled and he smirked, then dipped his head down and kissed me passionately, catching me completely off guard. He worked his lips against mine and swiped his tongue against my bottom lip like a request for entry. I opened my mouth slightly, my whole body aching for him inside of me.

“Fuck me, Harry,” I moaned into his lips.

Harry stationed himself at my core and then pushed in hard, instantly hitting my g-spot. I nearly lost it and screamed with pleasure. Harry pounded into me as hard as he could and leaned over, resting his face in the crook of my neck, as he moaned loudly into my skin.

“Harder, Harry,” I stuttered and he seemed to have heard me because he started moving at an unfathomable speed.

“I can’t hold it a lot longer,” He groaned.

“Wait,” I moaned against his lips. I flipped him over so I was on top of him and rocked my hips on his until he was practically screaming.

“Fuck, Y/N!” He yelled.

“Now,” He threw his head back and arched his back.

Both of us released at the same moment and he continued to thrust into me until he couldn’t move his body.

“Is everybody okay?” Somebody yelled from the other side of the door and Harry and I looked at each other with the utmost fright. 

“Yeah- uh… We’re fine. We were… um… calling for help. We’re locked in,” I said. We heard the jingling of keys and Harry stood up and struggled to get all of his clothes on, but when the janitor opened the door, Harry’s pants were halfway up his leg.

“Oh, um,” The janitor began, “I’ll, uh, leave the door—uh. I’ll just… go.”

Harry peered his head out of the door as he watched the janitor rush down the hall and then turned around to me, displaying the most enthusiastic, adorable smile I’d ever seen. He began full on cackling, holding his stomach and falling to the ground in fits of laughter.

“It’s not funny!” I yelled, but I couldn’t help but smile a little bit.

After Harry had cooled down, he walked over to me, “Do you still hate me?” He asked, his face dangerously close to mine. I crossed my arms to keep a bit of space in between our frames.

“Yeah,” I replied. He dipped his head down, like he had before, and kissed me passionately again. He placed his hands on my waist.

“Do you want to come over to my house for some dinner?”

“Yeah,” I shrugged, looking up at him.

anonymous asked:

how about the GOM + Kagami reacting to their S/O having insecurities about their body?

I combined these two asks because they are pretty similar. Don’t ever feel insecure because all of you are pretty/handsome and amazing <3 I hope y’all will enjoy this! Thanks, anon-chan for loving my blog *_*

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Comfort *Neymar/Rafinha/Jonathan dos Santos Imagine*


“Y/N just leave him already” Neymar said coming into my room

I wiped away some stray tears, and turned to him. “Neymar I can’t just leave him he’s my boyfriend and we’ve been together for 3 years” I said

“Rafaella come and talk to her she won’t listen to me” He said

Rafaella came in and gave me a hug stroking my hair.“Y/N, you’re our little sister and we don’t want anything to happen to you that’s why we’re saying what we’re saying ” She said

I nodded, “You see, I’m not being rude. Even though he’s my friend he hasn’t been with you in a while” Neymar said bending down in front of me

“I understand but I can’t just end it because of separation” Neymar nodded,

“Why don’t you call him” He handed me his phone, I pressed on his contact and the phone rang four times before someone picked it up.

“Hey Neymar”

I pulled the phone from my ear. And looked at the caller ID making sure I had pressed the right contact. “Kiya?” I asked

She didn’t answer I knew my best-friends voice when I heard it. “Hey babe what’s up?” Rafinha asked

“Why did Kiya just answer the phone Rafinha?” I asked

“Kiya’s not even here”

I heard some taking the phone, and then her voice came on. “Hey, Y/N. I’m sorry I really am I didn’t mean for this to happen or for you to find out like this I really-”

I didn’t want to hear it. I hung up and gave Neymar the phone. Him and Rafaella stared at me with concern. “I’m going out for a bit”I said walking out my room

Neither of them followed me, and I was glad. How could this happen? My best friend and my boyfriend? Together? Did that even make sense?Those were the two people who I needed in my life besides my family and they both betrayed me.

I knew there were tears streaming down my face, but I didn’t even make a sound. I didn’t even know where I was going I just let my feet lead me away from the house. But I guess my feet did know where they wanted to go because I ended up at Jonathan’s house.

He was outside, juggling the ball when he smiled but when he noticed I wasn’t smiling he stopped. Walking over to me, he frowned. “Jonathan can I ask you a question?” I said wiping some tears away

“Why are you crying?”

“Do you think I’m ugly?” I asked

He looked shocked, “No, you’re freaking gorgeous why would you ask that?”

“He’s been cheating on me with Kiya”

Jonathan gave me a sad look and pulled me to his chest hugging me. “Well Kiya’s a hoe anyways, and Rafinha just lost the best thing in his life” He said kissing my forehead.

I looked up at him, “You really think so?”

“I know so”

“Where’s Nicole?” I asked

“We broke up so who knows where she is”

I chuckled, “Did you guys get in a fight about foods again?”

“Nah, she cheated”


He shook it off and took me inside, handing me a bowl of Ice Cream and one for himself. I took a bite and looked over at him, to find he was already staring at me. “What?”

“He really is stupid”

I looked around, and then at him. “Who?”

He chuckled, “You’re like a bunny”

“No I am not”

“You have something” He said coming closer

I was confused but it went away when he placed his lips on mine, at first I was shocked. But then I had just went with it. I mean he was my first crush, so of course I was going to kiss him.

It got heated, and we forgot about the ice cream. He lifted me up, causing me to wrap my legs around his waist as we moved to his bedroom. Where let’s just say if you placed some cold ice cream inside the room. It would turn into very hot ice cream.

We fell asleep him holding me in his arms, and when we woke up he smiled down at me. “Do you know how long I’ve waited to do this?” He asked

“No, how long?”

“Since you and that idiot got together”

I giggled, as he brought me closer. “Really now?”

“Yes, and don’t let anyone tell you. You’re not beautiful or pretty, because you are you’re way hotter than half the girls in Brazil & Barcelona”

I smiled, and kissed his cheek. “And you’re the sweetest”

~~~Few Days later

“Please, Y/N just talk to me I’m sorry it happened”

Neymar looked ready to kill the both of them. “Just leave please”

“Y/N we’ve been friends forever can’t you forgive me”

Rafaella scoffed from her spot on the couch. “Can’t you two just leave, My Girlfriend said she doesn’t want you hear” Jonathan said from the floor he was reading a book

They both turned to him. “Your Girlfriend?”They said

I am not beautiful. You could never see the sunset or the sunrise in my eyes. They look like a starless sky in a lonely night in December. They are dull and lifeless just like the soul that you could see through them. My hair looks like waves of tragedy and my lips are chapped like a rocky road. My skin is covered with scars that others have inflicted in me and the ones I gave myself. It is not smooth just like the other girls on the magazine. Others could not even take a look at it.

You are beautiful. I see not only the beaming moon radiating in your eyes, but also strings of constellations on a cool evening in February. I see a lost soul in your eyes, not a dull and lifeless one. My dear, you will find your way back home. Your hair is soft tresses of resilience and your lips are dandelions someone wishes for. Your skin is more precious than the airbrushed and distorted skin on those magazines. I look at yours and see it marred with scars, but you fail to see their beauty for they speak of your struggles and how you prevailed each time. You also fail to see seeds waiting to bloom into flowers.

I am not beautiful. My hands are not delicate. They are ragged and shaky. They are made for destruction. Everything I touch, I leave in ruins. Everything I try to hold on to slips away from my fingers easily. My feet are fiery. They burn everything that they step on. This is the reason why I don’t visit gardens anymore. I burned down into ashes the last one I wandered on.

You are beautiful. Your hands aren’t meant to be delicate. They’re meant to get scarred and bruised, but that doesn’t make them any less beautiful. My dear, ruins are not always ugly. Why do you think people visit places like the Colosseum and the Stonehenge? I look at your hands and I see universes waiting for their planets, so it’s okay if the earths you once held left you. Maybe a Mars is meant for them. Visit dark forests and unpaved roads because the soils of gardens are too delicate for the warmth of your feet.

I am not beautiful. Even my words speak of melancholy and desperation. I write them during the hours after midnight whenever my bones break and my mind shuts down from sanity. Everyone who has read them agreed on one thing: they are daggers that aimed straight to their hearts. There is nothing glamorous with what I am. There is no beauty in disaster.

You are beautiful. Your words come from your heart and your mind, and that in itself is more beautiful. My dear, while there is no beauty in disaster, there is beauty in recovery. In those hours past midnight, your bones are also regenerating and your mind is burning with life. You see knives in your words, but I see the lullabies resting in between each space and letter - lullabies that touch and whisper a breath of life to parts of my heart I thought long ago had died.

I am not beautiful. I am a mountain of regrets that is higher than Mt. Everest. I am lies curled up in a giant ball. I am every definition of failure. Even my voice is raging like a thunderclap, and my exhaustion flows endlessly and drowns everyone around me. My skin is etched with words that define who I am and the last time I checked, the word beautiful is not one of them.

You are beautiful. You are a trench of hopes and promises that runs deeper than Marianas. Lies and failures might be written on your body, but I see the word beautiful on every inch of your skin that your eyes seem to ignore or look past at. Your voice reminds me of raindrops hitting my rooftop. It calms me and brings me comfort on lonely nights. My dear, people drown in your words because they are an abyss of warmth. People long to surrender to the sun rays emanating from your hushed words.

I am not beautiful. I am not worth anyone’s attentions nor affections. No one has ever looked at me like I am a piece of miracle. No one has ever held me like I am fragile. My pieces are scattered on the floor and I am sure that no one would ever dare to pick them up and make them whole again.

You are beautiful. You are not a piece of miracle because you are more than a slice of wonder. You are a whole phenomenon of grace, beauty, and blessing. Someone will come and treat you delicately. My dear, if no one has ever held you and made you whole again, it is because your pieces do not match theirs. I am broken into pieces too, and maybe mine will match yours like an old puzzle. If they don’t, then let me be the one who will pick up your pieces and treasure them in my hands until the right person comes along to help you stitch them together.

—  Normal text: Nicole
Italicized text: Natasha
my first time wearing heels

Earlier today I had to go to a store near my house. It was just like 1km, normally I would ride my bike, but the thing is, I’d just bought my first pair of kitten heels the day before, so I thought to myself “Well, I can do this. It’s pretty close and kitten heels are for training anyway right?”. So I decided to walk.

biggest. mistake. ever.

10 min: This is fiiiiiine.This is fun. I kinda like it. 

15 min: omg I feel like people are looking at me. Am I delirious or does my butt actually look better? 

18 min: I almost fall over by that bump but it’s still good 👌

20 min: ok this starts to hurt

23 min: Why is the road so bumpy??? I never notice this when wearing sneakers.

27 min: Oh god it’s scratching my heels. It’s like invisible little ninjas sawing my feet what the actual FUCK!

32 min: Shit I’m sweating and the wounds are now absORBING SATAN SALT 



35 min: at this point I’m clinging to the fence along the road for balance and I look like a giant ugly baby learning how to walk, for the first time, on a field of broken lego pieces. My face is melting under the sun and the pain and I definitely don’t look like human anymore. People start to give me worrying sneers they think I’ve been shot.

37 min: I reach the store. I painfully pick my stuffs. I painfully pay for my stuffs. At this point, swear to god I give off this murderous vibe that people visibly try to stay away from me. Like I look like Imma kill someone to revenge for the death of my firstborn. Like I’m one of those zombies from The Walking Dead. Like these wounds will never heel. 

This is me on my way home. I made it home, guys. I made it.

Originally posted by mvgl

When We Were 18 (Part 4)

Catch Up With What’s Happened: Part 1 Part 2  Part 3

Part 4 - Enjoy Lovelies

I fought back my tears all the way home, I didn’t want this. I had never been the type of girl to cry over a boy. I wanted to be a strong woman, never relying on anyone else to define my happiness but Harry had managed to knock down my walls in the space of 24 hours.
It stung even more that as well as losing a love interest I was losing my best friend. We were never going to be able to go back to being friends after this. He probably thought that I was an absolute psycho to be this upset after a few kisses and I thought he was an absolute prick.

The thing that made me feel even worse than that was how much I hated myself. I shouldn’t have let myself feel like this. He was a friend, I was the only girl around and so of course he was interested but next to models and actresses I never stood a chance. How could I be so fucking stupid to believe that I stood a chance with the Harry Styles?

As soon as I reached the safety of my bedroom I broke down. Sobs escaping from my lips and my body shaking violently. I crawled into my bed. This was it, I was never coming back out of the safety of my bed ever again. Not for uni, not for work and definitely not for Harry fucking Styles. I cried until I had nothing left, my body tired from the sobbing.
I turned on the TV and watched an old episode of Friends, it could always make me laugh. Ross especially.

My laughter didn’t last too long as I heard a knock at the door. I silently prayed that my Mum would ignore it, thinking it was way too late for anyone good to be knocking. My prayers were not answered.
“Harry, hun? What are you doing here? I think Y/N is in bed” Her concern was obvious, she was itching to find out why I had come home early and lone.
“Mrs. Y/L/N I am so sorry but I need to speak to Y/N. Do you mind if I go up? I won’t be long, I promise” His voice was so calm and convincing, he didn’t portray an inch of the truth of the situation. I heard the thumping of his feet up the stairs and my heartbeat followed the same pattern.
Thump. Thump. Thump.

His head popped through the crack in my door. I had managed to make him look ugly in my head, a horrible rat but the reality was all so different. His beauty was going to make it hard for me to argue. I wanted to forget everything that had happened, to kiss him there and pretend that awful girl didn’t exist but I couldn’t, he would just hurt me again.
He sat down on the chair of my dresser, obviously knowing it would be too dangerous to throw himself on my bed in his usual style.
“It was real nice of you to say bye Y/N.” He said, the annoyance starting to show through in his tone.
“I didn’t think you would have noticed, you seemed pretty busy. Plus I didn’t really want to interrupt you when you were about to ‘get with’ a girl Harry” The anger I had managed to suppress was starting to work its way out.
He looked shocked by this as if this was news to him. “Get with? What the fuck Y/N? Since when do you speak like that?”
“Not my words Harry, Louis told me. And thank god he did. How much an idiot would I have looked walking over to you when you’re with your bloody girlfriend?”
“I’ll kill him. I was not ‘getting with’ her. Lucy is just a friend, I mean I’m still allowed friends aren’t I Y/N?!” His voice was starting to become raised now.
I couldn’t believe he was treating me like this, how dare he make out that I was being unreasonable.
“Be friends with whoever the fuck you want Harry. Just not me” I shouted. Harry looked as though he had been slapped in the face.
“Y/N I don’t even know what to say. She’s a friend. That’s it. We were talking. That’s all. If you’re going to over react every time I speak to a girl then maybe we should just leave this”
His words stung, and that was all I needed to tip me over the edge. I stood up from my bed
“Don’t you dare call this an overreaction. You were flirting with her and you fucking know it Harry. She was all over you and you weren’t telling her to stop. If you want that that’s fine but I would have thought as your friend that you would have more respect than to do it two hours after telling me you liked me. It hurts.” I shouted, not caring that my parents were probably listening.
Harry shook his head and ran his hands through his curls. “Don’t play the saint here Y/N, you were flirting all night too. Neither of us are innocent here.”
I looked at him puzzled, I had no idea what he was talking about. The only males I spoke to all night were Liam, Louis, Zayn and Niall. Unless he was accusing me of flirting with Sophia.
“Niall” He shouted “I leave you to go get a drink and you’re all over one of my best friends when I come back? You know he likes you Y/N why do you have to encourage him?”
This was news to me, I never thought of Niall of anything other than a little brother who I sometimes got (very) drunk with. Everything started to make a little bit more sense, he was annoyed with me for what he assumed was flirting with Niall and thought the best course of action was to go flirt with that girl.
“Harry” I began to reason, my voice softer now “I wasn’t flirting with Niall, I would never. But you should’ve spoke to me, not ran off to get back at me with some absolute slut”
He dipped his head, knowing that the argument was coming to an end. “I’m sorry” He said, moving ever closer to me “You’ve got to know that I wasn’t doing anything. I just felt jealous and acted like a prick. I’m just learning still. It hurts that you believed so quickly that I would do that to you.”
“Harry can you blame me?” I said “She’s stunning and I’m just… Well I’m just plain old me. Why wouldn’t you want to go out with models who have money and can do anything you want? Surely you want a girl on your arm who you can take to award shows and feel proud of. Not some plain girl who has to move to the side every time you need a photo taking” All my worries came spilling out, I couldn’t help it, it was natural to tell Harry how I was feeling.
“Y/N Please don’t. Not tonight. Can we not just be happy?”
It annoyed me that he dismissed my feelings so easily, I was allowed to have worries just as he was allowed to go off in a jealous mood.
“No Harry we can’t just ‘be happy’” The anger started to rise in my voice again “I’m never going to be ok with this, it’s never going to be normal. I’m never going to match up to those girls. You have girls all over the world who are 10 times prettier than me and would do anything for you. I don’t just want to be the boring girl you come home to and then eventually you cheat on me with some famous singer. No I can’t do this” The words were spilling out of my mouth without me being able to control them, I could tell where this was going but I couldn’t stop myself. “I won’t let us do this Harry. I don’t know what this is but it’s over. Please go home” I felt sick at what I had just said, I didn’t want this to end.

I looked to Harry, not really knowing what to expect. His head was down and his hand was in his hair. He stood up and took a deep breath, tears obvious in his eyes
“You know what Y/N. No.” He shouted “You don’t get to call the shots on this one. You don’t get to decide you’re not good enough for me. You don’t get to tell me I’m going to cheat. I wouldn’t cheat. Don’t you get it? Girls can be as beautiful as they want but it doesn’t fucking matter because you’re all I want!” His words shocked me and I had to take a seat on the bed. “Fuck sake Y/N I’ve been in love with you since we were 18. Every day of my life is spent wanting you, thinking of being with you and hating myself for wanting to ruin our friendship. That day when you kissed me back last year was the best day of my life but you were drunk and so I left it. I would rather be your best friend who has to watch you at your wedding to the wrong guy than not be in your life at all. Why can’t you understand this” When he was finished he seemed shocked at what he had said, like he had been holding it in for a long time and couldn’t stop himself once he had started.

His beautiful green eyes looked at me nervously, waiting for a reply from me.
I jumped up from the bed and launched myself at the amazing man stood before me. He caught me and I wrapped my legs around his waist. Our hands were quickly all over each other’s bodies, showing our hunger and need for each other. He kissed me roughly, making sure I knew how much he needed me.
Harry pushed me down onto the bed so I was staring at him stood up, what a beautiful sight. His hair was a mess from my hands but somehow still perfectly styled. His began to lift up his t-shirt, a sight definite to make me feel dizzy. He climbed onto the bed, on top of me and placed a soft kiss on my lips.
“Are you sure you want this?” He asked, his hair falling into my face.
I leaned up and kissed him back, I would never get sick of doing this. “I’ve never been more sure Harry” I answered and with that our lips smashed back together, his hands caressing my body and starting to undress me.
I realised I’d forgotten something and pushed lightly on his chest, his face was pained. “Do you want to stop?” He asked, obviously upset.
“Never” I grinned “I just forgot to say I love you too” The smile beamed across my face and Harry’s matched mine, this felt right. 

A/N: I’m really not sure whether to continue with this or leave it where it is now. Anyway I hope you all enjoy