a sweet story about an autistic boy named zayn who is infatuated with his roommate. [interracial] zayn malik x justine skye © BookOfBandz 2017 started : (march 4th, 2017) finished : (april 9th, 2017) warning : deals with bullying, little self harm, low to mild heavy language, mild violence, and a bit of sexual content.

"You can get any girl you want Zayn," I smirk as I wrap my arms around his neck, "yet you always come back to me." I trail my lips on his jaw. He grabs my face, "I'm so fucking devoted for you." then he smashes his lips hard into mine. ------ Zayn is a successful engineer that also owns buildings of his own, basically a King, Nikki is the maid's daughter that Zayn's attached to, they fuck occasionally, but he has this idea that he deserves better than her, he thinks she's too low for him, he tries to get other rich girls like him, but he always comes back to her, he's wrapped around her little finger. **** Ps; story is inspired by Nikki by logic, I know the song is actually about nicotine but let's pretend it's about a girl . Cover by @zmodel

in which a homeless father finds shelter in a woman he wishes he could give the world to. remake -- not really -- of Silver Lining bc that was trash ;copyright © 2016. tobi. STARTED: OCTOBER 29, 2016 FINISHED: DECEMBER 7, 2017

in which a marine biologist in search for the mysterious and illusive giant squid comes across something that's even more so. ; copyright © tobi. 2016 STARTED : JULY 20, 2016 FINISHED : MARCH 7, 2017

"The best things in life are free." In which two people find themselves together on an unlikely vacation. © charismatize [2016]

"It's complicated." "It doesn't have to be." In which they're both in too deep to pull out now. © charismatize [2016]

"Zayn, the stars don't come out in a city that never sleeps." In which two people must help each other pass a night class in New York City. © charismatize [2015] [fanfiction :: #263]

❝You're such a fucking slut❞ ❝We'll see who's talking when you come back begging me to fuck you❞ WARNING: This story will include graphic sex scenes, dysphoria, and swearing, Also, this story will mostly be made up by people of color and some queer characters. If you are in any way racist, homophobic, or transphobic, please get lost and burn in hell. Do not read this story.

"Zayn," he spoke, smoke leaving his lips once again as he dropped the cigarette to the ground, stepping on it with his dark boots. His hand darted in between us as he awaited a response. "January," I said faintly, grabbing his hand. "Nice," he chuckled, making the first move to release my cold fingers. His hands held a nice warmness to them. "Like the month," he nodded. "I like it." *** » read the sequel here http://my.w.tt/UiNb/y9izHftVhv

"And are you ready?" I asked quietly, my voice peaceful and calm as I looked down at my husband's face. "As ready as I'll ever be, I suppose." He replied to me, a small smile gracing his lips. "This is only the beginning, baby," he mumbled lowly, pressing his mouth to my belly and starting a riot in my heart. *** Continuation of January.