#Begging yoooou.

[suugarbabe]

omg ok ok ok, I love your Sirius, so, I'm wondering if you could write a sirius x fem!reader who is maybe the grumpy to his sunshine? he's the one who is always super flirty and outgoing and the life of the party, and she would sort of rather die but begrudgingly puts up with it for him? OH but maybe one day she has a bad day and he gets to see a softer side of her 🥹 IDK idk I'm too excited to request this is so bad sorry my love xoxoxoxo kisses for youuuu

I am *living* for this okay. l i v i n g. because Sirius is my sunshine to my grumpy. I am the grumpy reader. okay let’s do this baby. kiss kiss kiss yoooou <3

Opposites attract right? At least that’s what others seemed to deem as the explanation for your relationship. Sirius was in a category all his own as far as you were concerned, but that category was nearly the opposite of where people would place you. Sirius was a people person, it came so easily to him it was like he never even had to try. It annoyed you to no fucking end when you first met him.

Being a descendent of the most noble and ancient House of Black had its advantages. Like incredibly sharp cheekbones, beautiful alabaster skin that contrasted perfectly with onyx locks and eyes so deep and blue you could drown in them. Sirius exuded this energy that seemed to pull people towards him; like he had his own force field. He could walk into a room and everything shifted, like he breathed extra life into the area and everyone was desperate to live.

Most people when asked about you would say you were…short-tempered. Your housemates tended to steer clear of your presence. Which was fine with you because you were easily annoyed by most of them. Ravenclaws were known for being know-it-alls and truthfully you found it rather repugnant. Thankfully you had Pandora as company. Usually her overly sweet demeanor would drive you insane, but you knew more than the rest. Being a Rosier sorted into Ravenclaw essentially meant she was the black sheep of her family. But that seemed to be your soft spot.

Pandora would tease that this was why you started falling for Sirius. Despite your more grumpy demeanor, you were never quite as grumpy when it came to Sirius. Hearing the ins and outs of what was going on over breaks from Pan made you want to take care of him.

The first time Sirius brought you around the rest of the marauders it was not without sideways glances. “Er, Pads, you seemed to have picked up a shadow,” James nodded towards your frame just behind Sirius. “Sod off, Potter,” you’d grumbled, Sirius’s palm big and flat against your back moving in slow circles. “S’alright love, he’s just teasing. Be nice, Prongs or she’ll hex you into next week and I won’t be able to stop her.”

“Not that you’d try to stop her, would ya mate. I’m Remus, but all these miserable gits call me Moony,” Remus gave a small fingered wave as he plopped onto the couch ceremoniously. He would eventually turn into the one that’d help you gang up on Sirius, if ever needed.

On this particular night, though, you were feeling just…down. It wasn’t often you felt like this, despite outward appearances. However when this feeling did hit you, there was only one person that could fully get you out of it. You knew that the Gryffindors were having their annual Halloween party. Which meant if you wanted to find Sirius that’s where he’d be.

You had of course agreed to come to the party ages ago; much to do with Sirius begging and pouting his pretty pink lips and sucking you in with his pretty blue eyes. Sirius had insisted that costumes were required, “Even for an angel like yourself” which earned him a particularly large eye roll. Thus, you threw on some fishnet tights and a black minidress with your signature black boots. Atop your head a small pair of black cat ears, thanks to Pandoras charm work.

She was dressed as an actual angel, charmed halo floating above her nearly white blonde locks. Any muggle would think they were truly hallucinating if they would have seen her. You greeted the fat lady with the password, “Hiddlypunks,” and she swung open. Within the first few steps one would be none the wiser. But two steps into the commonroom and the barrier was broken, music and singing and murmuring filling the room.

“Drinks yes? Please yes,” you nodded at Pandora who found her way to to the drink table to create what you were hoping were very strong concoctions. You didn’t need to look around in order to find him. That magnetic pull leading you closer and closer until you heard the boisterous laugh of Sirius Black. You were quiet in your approach, not drawing any attention to yourself on purpose. Even though you yearned for his touch you knew how much he enjoyed entertaining and didn’t want to interrupt.

Remus spots you of course, the observant bastard. He throws a playful wink in your direction; you responding with a middle finger and a forced smile. Sirius is in the middle of recalling “a truly amazing play, great play” from the last quidditch match, but Remus’s low chuckle from your display of affection towards him causes your boyfriend to turn around in search of who could have possibly pulled attention away from him.

His furrowed brows disperse as you catch his sights and smile lights his face, “Well, hello there, Kitten.” You give a weak smile in response, “Hi Siri.” His brows are furrowed once more. The others try to greet you but immediately you’re swept away to a farther corner of the room. Sirius swirls his wand around you both, muttering a quick muffliato, coating you both in silence. “Okay, out with it what’s wrong?” Sirius’s hands were laid gently on your waist, head dipped down to force your avoidant eyes to keep contact with his. “Come now, pet. You know I can’t do anything without knowing what’s wrong,” he urged, giving your waist a small squeeze.

You met his eyes and yours immediately began to brim with tears. In an instant Sirius has engulfed you, one hand grasping your head and holding you close to his chest while the other wraps around your back, squeezing you as close to him as possible and hoping the pressure of his pull is soothing. His heart breaks ever so slightly at the muffled sobs against him. Your emotions seem to be everywhere but embarrassment is toping the list as you begin to pull away, aggressively wiping your face with the heel of your palms, hoping no one but Sirius is noticing you in this state.

"I-I'm sorry Siri, 've just..." you trailed off, choked breaths causing your intake of air to stutter. Sirius's touch has yet to cease, one hand cupping your cheek gently while the other finds solace in the dip of your waist, "Rough day, love?" You nod once, looking to the ceiling and willing any tears to fall back into your head instead of trailing down your face. "Alright, let's go," his head tilts towards the spiral staircase that would lead to his dorm.

You sniffle quickly, shaking your head, "N-no, I'll be okay. I'm not going to take you away from the party, Siri. Not gonna steal you from your friends like that." Sirius can't help but scoff, "Fuck my friends." You laugh a little at his brashness and the sound makes Sirius grin again, "There you are, love." He takes a quick peek over his shoulder, "Now. Let's just go tell the others we're going up, Remus will make sure we're left alone for a good few hours then, hmm?"

You nod, agreeing, knowing that there's no use in arguing with Sirius when he's made up his mind. His fingers laced with yours and the cool feeling of his rings are such a contrast the the heat in your body that it's calming. He gives your hand an extra squeeze as you approach the group. You decide to try and stay hidden behind Sirius, almost burying your face against his shoulder blade, barely peeking one eye out to see the others.

Sirius explains that he's feeling tired and wants to go back to the room with you. James does not look convinced in the slightest. He looks even more confused by your seemingly shy and reserved demeanor. He doesn't think he's ever seen you look so...vulnerable. Remus is the only person you make eye contact with and he gives you a simple wink and a nod. The reassurance from the smallest action making you sigh in relief.

It's almost like Sirius can feel you relax slightly, turning to you and asking if you're ready to go. You give a feeble nod and a shy wave to the others, most of which look a little skeptical but say no protests in return.

When you make it to his dorm Sirius immediately goes to his trunk, pulling out his favorite concert tee and handing it to you. You take off your outfit slowly, pulling his shirt over your head and letting it consume you, the additional scent of Sirius now enveloping your body and adding to your relief. Sirius changes himself and then pulls back the duvet, "In you go, pet."

You oblige, going and getting comfortable on your back. Sirius climbs in after you, crawling over your form and placing two soft kisses on either apple of your cheek before giving you the most gentle yet firm kiss. He rests his head against yours, asking you almost in a whisper, "D'you wanna talk about it?"

"No," your response so soft it would've been missed had it not been only you two in the room, "Will you just...lay on me?" Sirius kissed you softly once more, scooching down just enough to lay his head on your chest. He wrapped his arms around your, relaxing himself and allowing his full weight to now lay on top of you. The weight of your boyfriend was the grounding you needed, your breathing now finally able to even out.

[delimeats-000]

my letter to matt sturniolo..

Matt,

FUCK ME PLEASE IM BEGGING YOU PLEASE JS FUCK ME I NEED YOU SO BAD I NEED YOOOOU TO FUCK THE SHIT OUTTA ME ILL BE WTV YOU WANT WHOEVER YOU WANT IM BEGGING ON MY KNEES JS FOR YOU MY LOVE PLEASE.

jk.

matt, you truly helped me to feel as though someone understands me. i don’t know you personally and you don’t know me but there’s a link between us. that link was created the day you opened up about journaling and mental health, i have never felt so safe and understood in my life.

substance abuse and sh were my only way to feel real and calmer, i couldn’t sleep without smoking or taking shots upon shots of tequila. writing was my outlet, after long days of dealing with my family issues and some of my own mental health problems id sit down and write. going to the mental hospital was when i felt as though i was too far gone. i felt like there was no one who could help me.

you helped me to understand that im not alone. i love your soul, and i wish nothing but the best for you. i hope that you get everything you have ever wanted because you bring me the happiness ive always wanted.

[thewhumpcaretaker]

vincent in hyda

Oh, all these minutes passing, sick of feeling used If you wanna break these walls down, you’re gonna get bruised Now my neck is open wide, begging for a fist around it Already choking on my pride, so there's no use crying about it

Damn </3

GET THEM VINCENT! It's time to do some slaying ⚔️ We're rooting for yoooou

[quinnysnursery]

https://www.tumblr.com/quinnysnursery/760197670514180096/httpswwwtiktokcomtzp81oxmxm-tell-me-this?source=share

The urge too write a little hc about each clip..

If I do could I send it here in your inbox

IM BEGGING YOOOOU IM BEGGING YOOOOOUUUU PLEAAASEE SEND ME IT IF YOU DO OR IF YOU WANNA POST IT THATS OKAY TOO JUST TAG ME 🙏

[invisibleraven]

I killed you in the Sims, I’m a terrible friend. for Flynn?

In between getting her fashion designer degree and managing Julie and the Phantoms, Flynn doesn't find herself with a plethora of free time. But in order to not go crazy from burnout, Julie suggests she take up a hobby.

"Maybe knitting? Luke's mom could teach you how."

And while Emily Patterson might have the patience of a saint, Flynn quickly learns that knitting is not for her, and abandons it after a few hours of attempting-and failing-at the perl stitch.

She's been banned from the kitchen after Carrie caught her trying to bake cookies at 500 degrees, so the culinary arts are out. She likes drawing, but given that is a huge part of her school, she doesn't find it exactly relaxing anymore.

:"Why not just play video games?" Reggie suggests. "I bet I could find you a cute little casual one-no shooting or galaxy saving involved."

So Reggie installs The Sims onto Flynn's computer, explains how to play, and tells her it has some design elements, but if she finds it too much like school he'll loan her his Switch and get her set up with Animal Crossing.

Flynn likes the design stuff-getting to make Sim versions of her friends, creating a mega huge house for them to live in (once Reggie taught her the motherlode cheat, of course) and making sure their needs are met.

It's relaxing in it's own way, to see how the little avatars interact and differ from their real life counterparts. She laughs out loud when SimJulie and SimLuke hate each other though, especially since her friends are getting ready to tie the knot in the real world.

However, Flynn also kind of likes the power to play God in this universe; dictating what all these little people can be and do. She makes Reggie a vampire for shits and giggles, knowing full well that he's petrified of them.

Only she forgets vampire lore, and has SimReggie go out on a gorgeous sunny day to tend to the flowers. And he immediately catches fire, burning right to a crispy pile of ash.

Reggie finds her crying over her keyboard a few moments later and rushes over. "Hey hey honeybear, what's wrong?"

"I-I killed yoooou in the Simmmmms," she wailed. "I'm a terrible friend! And an even worse girlfriend!"

Reggie looks at the screen where his Sim is naught but an urn, all his little Sim friends gathered around. "Did I at least go out cool like in a kitchen explosion or eaten by a giant Audrey 2 type plant?"

"What?" Flynn looks at him and sniffles, swiping at her watery eyes.

"Wait, did you do the whole let me drown in the pool by taking away the ladders bit?" Reggie asked. "Luke used to do that one all the time because I teased him about not knowing how to swim in real life."

"Luke doesn't know how to swim?" Flynn asked with a wet giggle.

"Well he knows now," Reggie admitted. "Me and Alex taught him because we wanted to surf and Luke refused to babysit the towel. He's still not great, but he can hold his own."

"Please tell me you have pictures," Flynn begged, gratefully taking the tissue Reggie handed her to clean her face.

"I might," he said with a sly smile. "If you tell me how I died."

"Oh, um... you got bit by a vampire and then burned up in the sun," Flynn finally admitted.

Reggie shuddered. "Well at least I didn't have to stay vampiric for long. Guess you'll just have to make a new me and add me to the household."

"Wait, you can do that?" Flynn asked.

"Sure, you can do lots of stuff," Reggie explained, showing her a few features she knew nothing about. "Or we could start from scratch and make a new family together."

"That sounds like fun," Flynn admitted.

"Just do me one favour?" he asked.

"Anything sweetpea."

"No vampires this time."

"Deal."

[sapphire-weapon]

I just finished the first Alan Wake and American Nightmare because I saw you were talking about the franchise in a good way. Well, that was the best decision I’ve made recently. I have too many emotions so it will be an essay if I write them down lmao. Thank yoooou 💗

I really want to play the second game, but I don’t have money for it right now so I need to be patient 😡

this makes my 20 year old self so happy ;_____; i used to BEG people to play that game when it first came out, and people rarely ever did

so i'm glad you enjoyed it \o/!!!!!!

[benbamboozled]

Please…Brit fanfic authors writing for US-characters…

I’m begging you…

“Stop having characters end their sentences with a rhetorical ‘yeah,’ yeah?”

That is just not really a thing for US-characters.

Really.

I promise!

In fact, go pick up your US-based canon(/watch the canon/an episode/whatever) and keep track of how many times the characters you write for use the rhetorical/sentence-ending-“yeah?” in-canon.

They don’t. Because it’s not a thing for the characters.

(I’m saying “characters” because I’m anticipating some US rando being like “well I’ve used the rhetorical/sentence-ending-“yeah?” my whole life so what do yoooou know??? And the thing is I don’t know your life but you can bet your sweet bippy that I know US-media.)

*This rant does not apply to canons set in the US that are written by Brits who have characters throwing in the rhetorical/sentence-ending-“yeah?” way too often because it sounds natural to them. In these cases, you can get away with it, I GUESS.

If you absolutely have to have a rhetorical/sentence-ending-question, maybe go with “okay?” Or “got it?” Possibly “understood?” depending on the severity of the situation.

None of this is to be a jerk, I love all fanfic writers, you guys are great, you can absolutely ignore me or “yeah?” even harder to spite me…it’s just one of my biggest pet peeves and it drives me a little rabid(, yeah?).

[halstri]

Why can't I move my eyes? Why can't I move my mouth???? Is this an internal dialogue??? I CANT SEE THE END OF THE HORIZON. HATSUNE MIKU, IS THAT YOU?! HAVE YOU FINALLY COME TO PUT ME OUT OF MY MISERY?! PLEASE, I DON'T LIKE FEELING LIKE A SLACK THREE DIMENTIONAL MODEL. "You're gonna have to beg a bit harder than that motherfucker". PLEASE PLEASE THIS IS NOT THE KIND OF EXISTENCE I CAN KEEP-- "what will yoooou give meeee?" I will give you the satisfaction of snuffing out another life PLEASE-- "I don't think that's enough :D"

pick one, this is who youre spending Christmas with

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[haljordangl]

*bats my eyelashes at your while twirling my hair.* Pleaseeeee? I beg of yoooou :(

Uhh.. i- i don't know-

No sorry ig??

[georgiapeach30513]

Jake selling videos on OF, moaning readers name and jerking off to pictures ? 👂👂👂//

Dear god, is me again, please let me dream with this tonight dgjsbsjesgsg I beg yoooou 😳😳😳😳😳😳 I mean, no words.

And he has this sweet baby face!

[poorly-drawn-akira]

"Eijiro," Akira pulled up one of the hospital chairs to his bed and took a seat, "You're going to go live with our grandma in Ireland."

"nuh-nii. nii, im s-suh-sorry... nuh-nii, please i wuh-want to stuh-stay here. ill buh-be good. ill guh-get along with everyone. i-i ill let mrs huh-hagiwara and i-iwao buh-be my parents. i-ill be puh-perfect. ill buh-be perfect fruh-from now on. stuh-starting now," Eijiro couldn't muster up the energy to scream and fight about this, but he didn't need to to make his point. Surely. Surely nii. Nii wouldn't really.

Akira faltered for a second. He carefully wiped away a tear running down Eijiro's face, and Eijiro watched him think about it. Akira sighed.

Akira gently took Eijiro's hand in both of his to try and soften the blow, "Even if that was true... Look at this... What happened tonight... You can't live here..."

Akira braced himself for more crying. For anger. For begging. As expected, Eijiro started crying, "i-i need niiiii. i-i n-nuh-need you tuh-to be safe. i-i need t-tuh-to look out for y-yuh-yoooou," Akira's heart stopped he watched Eijiro sobbing that out, "whuh-who will luh-look out f-fuh-for niiii?"

For the first time in 16 years, Akira felt the urge to hit Eijiro. Not even slap, just full out punch. Something. Something about that question, the implication that Eijiro was doing this for him, it made him sick. Everything he eve tried to do to keep Eijiro healthy and safe and he was throwing it away with both hands

for him?

He let Eijiro's hand go, "n-n-nuh-niiiiiiiii," Eijiro grabbed for Akira's hand and the man ripped it away.

"You're going. As soon as your leg is better," Akira snapped as he stood up, "And I swear. If you do anything on purpose to rebreak it. I will have your ass on a plane so fast it'll make your head spin! Am I clear?!"

"niiiiiiiiiii"

"I SAID AM I CLEAR?!"

Eijiro sobbed helplessly. Why? Why was this happening? Why was nii so upset with him?! Akira stormed out with a huff after not getting a response. He stopped just outside, hearing Eijiro's sobs turn into bawling for him to come back. His anger melted immediately at the sound, but he clenched his jaw again and trudged onwards.

He had packing to do.

[brittle-doughie]

Fanmade by MateQu on Comic Studio.

Why not continue the crazy lyrics, although this could to apply to any crazy cookie. If you’re familiar with FNF, then you’ll get a kick out of this.

Eternal Sugar Cookie: “After all of the wasted years. Need to get a taste of your fear, need a little taste of your jam! Then we could be finally be one! You’re everything that I ever wanted, just a single bite and I’m through! There’s no need to beg or bargain, because all I need is YOOOOU!”

I literally just started imagining White Lily Cookie singing the "Peaches" song from the Super Mario Movie but for Y/N 💀

White Lily Cookie: “Y/N Cookie, Y/N Cookie, Y/N Cookie, Y/N Cookie, Y/N Cookie (x2), I LOVE YOU, OH! Dark Enchantress, Timekeeper, and Longan Dragon Cookie too! A thousand cake monster troops couldn’t keep me from you, Y/N Cookie, at the end of the line I’LL MAKE YOU MINE, OH!

[stranger-masters]

Don't Touch Him! (Pt. 2) (S.T)

Don't Touch Him! (Part 2) (S.T)

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Third Person POV

Re-Cap: Dustin threw the trash in the can, turning to his house, when he was grabbed. Squawking, he flailed his arms, freezing when the cold barrel of a revolver, Jason's gun, poked the back of his neck. He stood still as Jason whispered, "Come with me, slowly." He had no choice. He had to go. Jason was going to kill him.

Now

Dustin warily followed Jason to his truck, and Jason ordered him in. Not wanting to anger the guy and risk getting shot, Dustin climbed in. He sat uneasily as Jason got in, starting the truck. "Where are we going?" Dustin asked, but Jason ignored him, so Dustin stared out of the windows, watching the scenery go by. He realized Jason was taking him to the woods, or, more specifically, Skull Rock. "We're here. Get out, nice and slow." Jason ordered, so Dustin complied. He was pushed ahead of Jason, gun pointed at his back, to the structure of rock. Once they were for sure alone, Jason lowered the gun. "I don't like how you treated me today, kid." He said slowly, and Dustin just stayed silent, not sure how to respond. Jason came closer, gun still pointed, and snarled, "Eddie deserves to die for what he almost did to her." The way he said it, Dustin knew he was talking about Chrissy.

Opening his mouth, he said slowly, "He never hurt her, we just can't tell you what did." "Liar!" Jason yelled, and his voice echoed off the trees, scaring a flock of birds away. When the area was quiet again, he breathed deep and said, "You're covering for him, and I'm sick of it!" He shoved the gun forwards, barrel against Dustin's chest, right above his heart. "I'll fucking shoot you where you stand, don't test me." He snarled, pushing the barrel in harder and making Dustin wince. then, a weird gleam entered his eye. "No, actually, I'm not. I got something else. Stay there." He moved to his truck, taking out a canvas backpack. Pushing his hand into it, he pulled out a coil of rough rope, at least fifteen feet long. Dustin let him come closer before he asked, "What are you doing?" Jason didn't answer, trading his gun for a pocketknife. It was wickedly sharp and a little long. "I'll stab you if you move." Jason warned, then proceeded to tie Dustin to the tree by his hands and then tied his ankles. By now, Dustin was confused. What was Jason doing? Wasn't he going to kill him for punching him in the face today? When Jason tugged at Dustin's jeans, he suddenly got it and screamed, kicking out, trying to get Jason away from him. It almost worked; his foot glanced off of his attacker's shoulder, but Jason just slammed the foot down, and Dustin cried out, feeling a small bone in his ankle break. "Please, please, let me go." He cried, thrashing his feet so Jason couldn't grab them. Jason was quicker, though, and tied his ankles to a line of rope, then tied that to the rope around Dustin's hands. "Jason, please," Dustin begged, but Jason snarled, "Shut up!" His fist hit Dustin in the mouth, and Dustin felt blood trickle down his lip and chin.

When it happened, Jason wasn't gentle. He pushed, he forced his way in, and he didn't seem to care that Dustin was struggling and screaming beneath him. He just wanted to ruin the boy who hero-worshipped his girlfriend's attacker. "This is what you get," Jason grunted, stifling a moan. "This--fuck--is why you--hmmm-can't be friends with Eddie. He'd do this to yoooou," He moaned. "He'd ruin you. He wouldn't care, he'd rape you all day--fuck!"

Dustin felt when Jason released, and it made him sick. Before he could stop it, vomit spilled over his tongue and all over the forest floor in a wave, and Jason pulled out, making Dustin whimper in pain. It hurt. He couldn't move very well without spikes of pain arcing up his back, up his legs, and all over his ribs. "J-Jason..." He cried, feeling another wave of vomit slowly coming up. "I didn't do anything to you," He sobbed. Jason clicked his tongue, leaning over Dustin. "You defended a pedophile to me, Dustin. That's what you did--" "Eddie never fucked Chrissy!" Dustin screamed, and the vomit finally spilled again, throat raw and eyes stinging. "Please believe me, he never touched her like that!" Dustin was desperate for Jason to listen, for Jason to stop his reign of "Eddie The Freak" terror, but Jason wasn't listening. "You can find your way home, right?" Without waiting for an answer, he leaned down to Dustin's ear. "If you tell anyone," He spoke softly, "I will cut your fucking tongue out." He went to his truck and got in. With a roar and a spray of leaves and mud, he was gone, leaving Dustin, sobbing and alone and broken, on the floor of the forest as night fell, leaving him to want to kill himself for everything.

[grosutina]

YOOOOU

ABANDONED BY YOUR GODS AND LAWS

BY YOUR CHURCH AND ITS BORROWED MYTHS

NOW YOU TRY TO HOLD ONTO THIS AND BEG FOR MORE IN VAIN-

[suns-up-bunshine]

Send asks about May and also things to draw her doing

please I beg of you

[a-wandering-ghoulette]

Journal entry number 666:

I don't know how many hours I spent looking at these pixelised photos of Papa IV. I can't stop looking at them. I need to understand every details now. I know I could wait few days, wait for better pics... But few days?! I want to draw him now!

The more I look at these pixels, the more I'm guessing details ... or am I imagining them? For exemple, some stones seems to be green. Green!? Aha... Am I loosing my mind? Or maybe I've always been crazy...

That urge to draw will be the end of me. ⚰️