because the world is not a boring place

Yuuri surprising Victor

One thing that is interesting about Victor is how obsessed he seems to be with surprising people and being surprised. In fact, the very first line of anime tells us that:

In the second episode, we learn that Victor’s main goal as a skater is not to win but to surprise his audience the way he hasn’t before. And it makes sense because Victor is obviously an artist as much as an athlete - he creates stories with his choreographies and he’s extremely talented with that. But now he can’t do it anymore.

When I watched it the first time I thought it was because of the reason Yurio gives in this scene - that Victor was just so good so long that no one is really surprised that he wins. But I don’t think this is really Victor’s case and that’s because of the other thing Yurio says then.

What Victor seeks so desperately that he came to Japan without a hesitation is apparently an inspiration. He can’t surprise people because there’s nothing to surprise him anymore. Nothing except of Yuuri of course. 

Now, let’s stop there for a second. Because we have Victor Nikiforov, who has the world at his feet, who has so much money and is surrounded by beautiful things, who travels around the world and does what he loves for living and he is bored. Or rather tired. Unhappy. Lonely and forgetful and despair. In other words, he’s probably depressed, he wants to feel something true and deep again and he can’t. And this is where Yuuri enters the stage.

Yuuri 

who

surprises

him

all

the

time.

Victor falls in love with Yuuri more and more every day because he makes him feel things he never felt before. Because he’s so beautiful it helps Victor get out from his mental dark place. Because he surprises him. What Victor needed was not only an inspiration for his skating but also to have someone make the same effort for him as he did for other people. And Yuuri does exactly that.

What Yurio doesn’t know in the second episode is that Yuuri is the first and only person that surprised Victor in a very long time. But his words are important because from that moment the only thing that Yuuri wants is to show Victor that he is worth his attention. 

And he does. He does it from the first moment they meet and he really turns out to be the only person to satisfy him.

Victor spend his whole life working very hard to surprise people and make them happy by his skating and it only gave him depression but then the one thing he really needed and wanted was for someone to do the same thing specifically for him and Yuuri showed up and absolutely smashed his expectations. And then Yuuri wanted to surprise Victor as much as he always surprised him at least once and in fact, he has done that every day since they’d met. And this is just so beautiful I may be crying right now.

And then they became canon and surprised us all and I’ll be forever grateful for that.

Inspired by #victuuriweek prompt:
-> Day One: Firsts 
Victor: Surprises

this ask meme is based on the blog gravesuggestion.  i’ve divided it up into two categories  ( light  &  dark )  based on the themes.  some of these can be somewhat triggering seeing that the darker ones deal with a lot of death mentions.  please be cautious before continuing on!!

L I G H T

‘  at night i dream of you.  ’
‘  don’t give up yet.  you still have time to fix things.  ’
‘  falling in love with someone else is not a personal attack.  ’
‘  i am still so weak when it comes to you.  ’
‘  i can’t believe i let myself let you down.  ’
‘  i don’t care where we go when we die,  as long as i’m with you.  ’
‘  i dream of saying to you all the words i held inside until it was too late.  ’
‘  i feel so warm  &  safe when you talk to me.  maybe i could love you if you’d let me.  ’
‘  i finally let the right people in  &  i have never felt so loved.  ’
‘  i like the way your nails paint red stripes along my spine days after you’re gone.  ’
‘  i lived in your permafrost for twenty years  &  then you looked at me  &  i felt the warmth of spring.  ’
‘  i once wished you’d leave me alone,  but i take it back.  ’
‘  i want to be able to love someone else,  but you stretch your arms  &  spread your legs inside my heart so that there is no room for anyone or anything else.  ’
‘  i want to believe that we got it right this time.  ’
‘  i wonder how much longer i can cling to your light before it expires completely.  ’
‘  i would travel across the world to be by your side,  because as long as you are with me,  anywhere is a perfect place to me.  ’
‘  it took me awhile to realize it myself,  but you are not what other people say you are.  ’
‘  it’s not that i really need you,  but life would be pretty boring without you around.  there’s no one i would rather be with.  ’
‘  i’d like to stay like this for awhile.  ’
‘  life  &  death don’t have to be so boring,  let’s make both an adventure.  ’
‘  life imitates art,  they say.  i didn’t believe it until i started to notice the way your eyelashes look so much like tiny ink stroke.  ’
‘  live your life so that when you die,  souls will come for miles just to hear your historic tales.  ’
‘  make your exes jealous  &  your past self proud.  ’
‘  maybe you’re what i needed to find in order to move on.  ’
‘  never get caught falling harder.  they’ll never let you back up.  ’
‘  please don’t go.  ’
‘  some days it’s easier to just stop fighting it  &  succumb.  ’
‘  sometimes,  you’ll find it hard to keep going,  but you always will.  ’
‘  the desire i feel for you is that same itching,  insidious hunger that an addict has for their addiction.  ’
‘  the worst thing about you is that you weren’t all bad.  ’
‘  there is absolutely nothing  &  no one who can stop me.  ’
‘  there is no route of losing you that is without pain.  ’
‘  there’s still room for adventure  &  there is no one i’d rather have by my side.  ’
‘  things didn’t turn out the way i planned,  but i’m alright with that.  ’
‘  we could be really incredible together,  you know?  ’
‘  you are beautiful  &  vibrant  &  confident.  you are light  &  laughter incarnate  &  every fiber of your being screams freedom  &  joy.  when i am with you,  i am truly happy.  ’
‘  you are starlight incarnate,  from the grand way you sway your hips to the wide mysterious way you think.  blessed are any to be loved by you.  ’
‘  you are too afraid of the future to let go of a past that was never kind to you.  ’
‘  you call me yours  &  i have no idea what that even means to you.  ’
‘  you remind me of bubblegum  &  sweets;  soft  &  pink  &  warm.  you are strong in the gentlest way.  you are so stubbornly kind.  i wish i could be like that.  ’
‘  you still visit me while i sleep sometimes.  your fingers trace my spine  &  i listen to you breathe.  please stop haunting me.  ’
‘  ‘morbid curiosity’ is a wonderful way to describe how i feel about you.  ’

D A R K

‘  a thousand empty bottles  &  fist fights will never return to us what we lost that day.  ’
‘  everyone else has moved on,  but i am still here.  ’
‘  everything about you screams danger.  ’
‘  everything is worthless to you  &  you,  in turn,  became worthless.  ’
‘  for once in my life i want to be surrounded by people that i don’t feel like i need to impress.  ’
‘  freedom is really hard to get used to.  ’
‘  how could you do this to me?  how fucking could you?  ’
‘  i am becoming everything we always dreamed of  &  i am leaving you behind.  ’
‘  i buried you so well that you might as well have died.  ’
‘  i can rest easy knowing that the person i love is dead  &  not the monster you became.  ’
‘  i can’t look at you.  not now,  not ever.  ’
‘  i don’t ask how you’ve been.  what’s the point?  you’d lie anyways.  ’
‘  i dream of hearing the words i so desperately needed to lay your memory to rest.  ’
‘  i haunted this house first.  there is no room for you here.  ’
‘  i have a right to be upset.  i loved them too, you know.  ’
‘  i just want it to end.  i want it to all go away.  i want to go away.  ’
‘  i may be a wolf in sheep’s clothing,  but a snake hiding in the skin of a mouse is far more dangerous.  ’
‘  i saw your face today  &  didn’t feel anything.  i am free.  ’
‘  i tried to save you,  but you didn’t want to be saved.  you just wanted someone to suffer with you.  ’
‘  it’s almost as if you were never here.  ’
‘  it’s unhealthy to do these things,  you tell me.  you say it’s time to stop smoking,  time to stop gambling,  &  dammit,  i f you don’t stop drinking it’ll kill you.  i sure hope you’re right,  darling.  ’
‘  i’m always pleasantly surprised by how easy it is to kill you in my mind  ’
‘  i’m not really scared to die.  i’m more afraid that no one will miss me when i’m gone.  ’
‘  i’m not the person you left behind anymore.  there’s no one here to miss.  ’
‘  i’ve been dead far longer than i’ve been alive.  ’
‘  i’ve eaten nothing but flower petals  &  ivy for weeks because i want to be beautiful inside like you.  ’
‘  i’ve never been completely satisfied.  i most likely will still be unsatisfied long after my death.  ’
‘  no motive other than pleasure,  my dear.  ’
‘  one day i’ll go or you will.  either way,  it will be as if i’m losing a piece of myself.  ’
‘  our dreams  &  promises decay along with you.  ’
‘  the leaves change,  but nothing else does.  ’
‘  the only difference between avoiding  &  leaving is that now i’m not waiting up for you.  ’
‘  there is no such thing as a person who is required to love you.  ’
‘  there’s only so much that can be done to repair old damage.  ’
‘  things aren’t going as i hoped.  maybe if i die,  i can start over again?  better luck next time.  ’
‘  this is not something to be proud of.  this is a tragedy.  ’
‘  trying to get rid of me?  oh honey,  you’ll have to try much harder than that.  ’
‘  trying to get under my skin?  you’re nothing more than a pesky itch.  ’
‘  unlike you,  i can’t hide my identity when it becomes an inconvenience or a danger.  ’
‘  weeping is for gods  &  martyrs,  we cannot afford such luxuries.  ’
‘  would you even miss me?  ’
‘  you are not important enough to earn an eternal place in my heart.  ’
‘  you complain nonstop about being unloved  &  alone,  i can’t imagine what you’d be like if that were actually true.  ’
‘  you don’t know what it’s like.  ’
‘  you made this so fucking easy for me.  ’
‘  you should see me as a threat.  i will tear down everything you know until there is nothing left of you.  i am a walking threat.  ’
‘  you think i’m already gone,  but i’m still fighting.  ’
‘  you think i’m dead,  but i’m just dying.  ’
‘  you were never an addiction,  you were a fucking disease.  ’
‘  you wouldn’t dare cross me.  i am god  &  you are the soil beneath my feet.  ’
‘  your existence takes up so much more space in mine that we might as well be one entity.  ’
‘  your fingers are so cold  &  bruised,  but you’re still slamming your fists again the barricade as if it makes a difference.  ’
‘  your hair is tied in a noose  &  your fingernails are razor blades,  your lips are poison  &  i will gratefully kiss them.  ’
‘  your hatred has a body count  &  we will not forget.  ’
‘  your loss,  not mine.  ’
‘  you’re a sick fuck.  you know that?  ’
‘  you’re not gentle with me  &  i would never ask you to be.  ’
‘  you’ve trapped yourself so thoroughly in your own mind that it’s not even a rut anymore,  it’s a pit.   ’


Lovecraft talk: Aku, Ashi’s wraith form and the Beast in OTGW and why they look the same

A lot of y’all are comparing Ashi’s wraith form with the appearance of the Beast from Over the Garden Wall. I’m not an expert in Lovecraftian horror, and it actually won’t take a lot to explain why these designs look alike, but instead of going into painstaking detail about it in this post I’ll just provide some links below:

HERE is where I mentioned that Aku is a direct reference to the outer god Nyarlathotep. Some folks were kind enough to support that claim and I’m sure they and many others noticed it already far before I did.

HERE is where I mentioned the Beast from OTGW also as a direct reference to Nyarlathotep. It’s a long read but dig hard enough and you’ll find it there.

To add to this, here’s a picture of Nyarlathotep. Looks like Aku’s tower and shadowy tentacles, right? But there’s more to that.

Here’s a picture of it, closer, along with the real form of the Beast. Notice the faces on their bodies, and the fact that Nyarlathotep is sometimes referred to as the ‘faceless god’, and that he considered humans his toys. Because, man, think about it, of all places, why does Aku settle on Earth? And why hasn’t he destroyed us already? He destroys other world but not ours. That’s because we have too much value to him as playthings. I mean just consider the obvious fact that he’s fucked with Jack’s head enough times to disturb him for several lifetimes. This is what the Beast literally did to the Huntsman in OTGW. Aku has little to no actual interest in physically destroying Jack and the rest of humanity because without us he’s bored as shit. He’s even bored out of his fucking mind without his favorite toy to mess with, Jack.

Also notice this reoccurring theme of trees and birth and children. And I’ll only mention Ashi once. It’s not a mere coincidence that Aku or the Beast and even Nyarlathotep have the physical attributes of…how the Scotsman words it, a tree ogre. The Beast was a literal demon tree made out of the remains of children, and it was blatantly shown in the show how the children even transformed into eldritch abominations, the edelwood trees, before being consumed by the Beast. And they bled black blood which served as the oil for the lantern. Note it, BLACK. Jack was born when his father banished Aku and cursed him into the ground as a darkened wooden stump. Ashi was born out of the murky tar-like tree sap that came from Aku after her mother imbibed it into her system. So it’s no question Ashi’s wraith form or whatever you wanna call it would take the same physical attributes as her father. You can even say she’s a demi-god or a kin of the cosmos because of this. Even in the video game Bloodborne, the Moon Presence who inhabits the nightmare realm, makes its appearance near the nightmare image of the Great Tree in the city of Yharnam. And as if the ideas of cosmic horrors, trees, and birthing children in line with the existence of eldritch gods aren’t fucked up enough especially with how it all seems like a gross parallel to the idea of the Tree of Life in the Book of Genesis in the Bible, here’s a bunch of examples of the human placenta. GODDAMN it looks like a tree.

Lastly, and this is probably just me geeking out over and celebrating Samurai Jack, Bloodborne and H.P. Lovecraft altogether. Here’s a side-by-side picture of the lunar eclipse that freed Aku from his banishment and a picture of the Moon Presence in Bloodborne when it makes its appearance shortly after the blood moon surfaced. Fuckin A this is all some refined spooky shit and I love it. It’d be bullshit to call this a coincidence at this point.

That’s all. I hope you guys enjoyed reading.

Here’s some writing tips for writing a novel:

1) Make a one sentence summary and instead of using character names say something like: A lonely boy meets a fearless girl who is in search of buried treasure.
If you have trouble with this look at New York Times Bestselling list of their summaries and see how they do it, study it and practice because short form is an art in itself.


2) In outlining I suggest buying a poster board and sticky notes, grab some tape and write the main plot points to your novel on the sticky notes.
Make sure the main plots are not in fact subplots.
Arrange them in order then tape it to your poster board.
And there you have it!, a timeline to your novel.


3) Draw out your characters to get a better feel for their looks and what personality you think suits them.


4) Use stream of consciousness writing for ideas.
Basically stream of consciousness is writing or typing without thinking and contemplating the subject matter, you just write whatever comes to mind and you let it flow…so you could see why this is able to generate many ideas.


5)  Carrot and the stick—if you have a word count goal for the day if you achieve it you get a reward that you chose for yourself. (listening to music, eating chocolate watching Netflix)
And if you don’t then you get the punishment that you chose.


6)  If you are stuck in your novel either wait some time like a couple days a week would be better and come back to it.
This allows for you to have a new perspective on some things you’ve written previously and where you can take your writing.
Or what I do is I re-read out loud my novel.


7) If you are having trouble with the starting your novel but you have an idea try what I do: I have a sentence come to me in my head and I ask myself questions and I keep writing.
Everything builds on each other and I make excuses to why my character is doing a certain thing like hiding from his own father etc.


8 ) Starting with dialogue is something that I personally avoid because I like to set the scene or set the mood first.
That is to say you can start with dialogue but it should be rather important what the person is saying to whomever.


9 ) It is all about the writer who transforms the idea, there are good and bad ideas out there.
An idea is really like a blank canvas and even though it already has a design on the canvas it is what you add to the canvas that changes its merit.


10 ) Write what you like to read, write what you know and write what you don’t know because as long as you do research and write accurately then there’s nothing wrong with traveling to uncharted territory.
Say you’ve never written historical fiction—there’s nothing wrong with giving it a try.
If we gave each other limits on what we shouldn’t write this literary world would be a boring place.

—  writingsaboutwhatever

DEAR MICHAEL,

Starting today, I’ll stop thinking about you. I will remove all thoughts of you from my mind. Put up a sign saying: STILL MOVING ON, COME BACK LATER. The subject of you is declared off-limits, locked up with heavy metal chains. Never to be opened again.

I will stop looking at you. At your soft dark hair that I used to love to touch, your baby face that I used to admire from afar, your deep black eyes that once met mine from across the room, and your thin lips curving up in a smile whenever you saw me. I will erase all this from my memories.

I will stop dreaming of you. Dreams of us together, happy and in love. Walking side by side, hands clasped together, fingers intertwined. I will hide them deep within myself, where they will rot and fade away.

I will stop caring about you. Stop noticing all the little things that you do. Those do not matter to me anymore. As well as all the feelings I’ve once felt so deeply for you. I will crumple them up and throw it away, casted away in the wind.

I will stop forgiving you. Stop forgiving the thousand wrongs you did to me. Stop forgiving your flaws. I will throw away these blue-colored spectacles, that once colored our world, and once prevented me from seeing who you really are.

I will stop loving you. You have burdened my heart too much. It grew heavy and weary from all the negative feelings you’ve incurred in me. It bore scars and bruises from all the times you’ve let it down. It has become degraded and battered, all because I’ve always put you first before it. It had enough. It’s time I prioritize my heart again.

Lastly, I will stop preventing myself from moving on. Pull down all the barricades you and I put in place. I am tired of being alone in this love, for it has become a tragedy. A tragedy called Us. I will start anew, and forget all about you. I will move on with my life, as what I should have done years ago.

Addio, amore mio.

Character Analysis: Holly Blue Agate

Anonymous said:
what were your thoughts on holly blue?

I’ll keep the introduction short for this post. Holly Blue is the second Homeworld character introduced affiliated with Homeworld and a specific Diamond. The first character was Peridot. While the Rubies openly talk about their service to Yellow Diamond, they don’t share the deep investment that Holly Blue and Peridot have shown in the story.

It’s interesting looking at her character knowing what we do about Peridot now. So let’s get right into it!

1. Gem Placement

Anonymous said:
What do you suppose Holly Blue Agate’s gem placement (the back of her head, at the base of her skull) symbolizes?

Going by anatomy, the back of the skull is where the occipital lobe of the brain is located. The occipital lobe functions not necessarily to let us see, but to help us make sense of what we’re seeing. That is, the occipital lobe helps us interpret and comprehend the images that our eyes are looking at.

And to me, there’s something interesting about every single moment we get to see Holly Blue’s gem in Gem Heist, when she’s first introduced. In those moments, she sees the CGs just as they’re doing something they’re not supposed to do, and each time, she misinterprets what happens and they don’t get caught.

The very first time we see her gem is when the CGs just arrive and try to convince the Amethysts of their credibility. That Sapphire isn’t a “disgraced” Homeworld defector and that she’s the leader of the entire operation bringing a new human for Blue Diamond’s Zoo. Holly Blue buys into this narrative completely and leads them exactly where they want to go.

The second time is immediately after Pearl is ordered to open the first door. Pearl makes a very un-Pearl face at Holly, who, with back turned, ignores it unknowingly, saving Pearl and Sapphire what could have been a heated questioning.

The third time, she and Sapphire walk in on the other CGs trying to destroy the door. And they look so obviously guilty, but Holly blames it on the Amethysts instead. 

Close to the end of the episode, we have one more shot of her gem as the Amethysts take Steven away and he’s very loudly resisting. We know that’s a sign of the upturn that Steven causes later on, but Holly interprets it as a sign that things are running smoothly and going to be fine.

Note that none of these circumstances immediately signal to Holly that things are going wrong. The Zoo is a far off outpost that has been very low-key. Working there must be very quiet, save the occasional visit from BD. Holly wouldn’t be expecting trouble and that tinges the way she processes what goes on around her.

I’d say on a normal day, the Famethyst pulls a few pranks, Holly makes them clean up and then they train for a while. Holly goes around inspecting everything. And it’s boring. So when a noble gem shows up, Holly wants things to be the best they can be.

It’s a point in how our contexts tinge how we interpret what our senses tell us. In experiencing the world, there is definitely going to be an element of subjectivity. No two people experience the same scenario the same way because just from a physical standpoint, they’re never really in the same place at the same time.

I think this is especially true for Holly. Her gem, which I’ve mentioned before gives us an idea of how gems interact with the world, is behind her. That means she wants to be on top of everything, but she doesn’t face things directly when interacting with them. She’s always just a little bit behind on what’s going on.

Additionally, we’ve already seen a discrepancy between what she sees and what she makes of it. It implies that she’s out of touch with what’s happening on the ground. Extending it further, she’s a bit out of touch with herself. Functioning at her best, I’d say she’d be very perceptive. But that “gut feeling” has to be cultivated.

And being out of touch is a very real phenomenon. Holly is in the middle of nowhere. She doesn’t get to interact with a lot of gems and the gems she does interact with are ones she’s been with for thousands of years from very early on in their lives.

I’d say that she’s amazing at telling what the Famethyst are up to. She’s always suspicious of them, and that’s maybe because they’ve given her a reason to believe something is always brewing. If the mischievous character of our own Amethyst is anything to go by, poking fun at Holly’s uptight nature is something they’d be doing very frequently, even before the CGs came. 

Holly can probably tell what the Famethyst are plotting even at a glance. She’s attuned to them, whether she wants to be or not. And that leads to the next point.

2. Position on Homeworld

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Top Five Reasons Why History Is The Best Major

1. Class is basically story time. Do you want to hear riveting tales of cross-dressing slaves that escaped in a daring journey across the U.S. or how about an apocalyptic bad Byzantine battle where half the army switch sides and the other half ran away?  or what about that time a women became king of Nigeria? Yeah I get to go to class everyday and be endless entertained by these awesome stories and even better? Its all true. 

2. It makes you a more empathetic person. Its really easy to look at people in the past and make a snap judgement about them, that they are so stupid, bad, sexist, uncultured. ect ect… But as historians we have to walk a mile in their shoes and not judge them by the standards we have today. For instance important idea that we take today like umm. universal individual rights  or personally property or not having to work everyday for our physical survival hadn’t even been invented till pretty recently. History forces you to understand why people make certain decision and why they held certain views without judging them, a skill I am happy to carry into my day to day life. 

3. It is the best study of people. There are a lot of majors that study people: physiology, sociology, gender studies but those all focus on theory. History studies what real people do when faced with real situations. And it is indeed history that sparks social scientist to do their work. The reason behind the famous Milgram Experiment was trying to figure out why good people followed Hitler during WW2. History is the ultimate social experiment and gives us the best data on why people are the way they are and do what they do 

4. You get to touch the old things. You stand around in museum. See some boring rocks and some ugly paintings but when you are a history major, all the sudden its “HOLY S#&%* THESE WEIRD LITTLE BONES CHUNKS WAS TOUCHED MOTHERF@#$*$@# SHANG DYNASTY EMPEROR!!!” All the sudden the world is a magically place where everything even mundane, ugly, old things become special and amazing because there is history there! 

5. You become very ok with change. History is the study of change over time and over all history has made me a much more chill person. Its like you see that bad stuff happens and life moves on and its ok. Empires fall, major world views shift, rulers come and go but everything turns out ok in the end and life goes on. Nothing is the end of the world. 

anonymous asked:

I have the hardest time ending my stories. Beginnings are fine and middles are managable...but when it comes to ending....I never seem to know when or how. Part of me just never wants it to end till I get bored and suddenly want it to end with no idea how or a good place or maybe not end it till everyone is dead and there is absolutely nothing left to possibly tell because the world is gone...but that's no good. Advice for ending and how and when?

Thanks for your question, darling!  I totally understand the pressure of crafting an ending.  A novel’s conclusion forces the reader to assess the whole story from top to bottom – the themes, the message, and the resolution of all the plots and subplots.  And the more you love your story, the more difficult it is to let go.

It’s hard to tell you where to end your story without knowing anything about your story, but I can tell you a few things your ending will need.  This should help you narrow down your options :)

Traits of a Strong Ending

  • Reward – Whether your ending is happy or sad, it should give the reader some sort of reward for their patience and dedication to the story.  The reward should be based on the journey of the story: for instance, a story built on character development shouldn’t end with all the characters’ deaths.  However, reward does not always mean success.  A good example is School of Rock, which doesn’t end in the stereotypical “victory,” but still rewards the reader through the character development and relationships cultivated.
  • Character Change – A strong ending will not only include, but showcase the development of the main character/s, bringing it to a resolution or at least giving hope for more development to come.  If your character has spent the whole story learning to be brave, the ending should show how far they’ve come – a display of bravery.  If your character’s journey involves their mortality, or their dedication to a cause, or their love for someone, a death or self-sacrifice ending may be more appropriate.
  • A Question – Endings should provide plenty of answers, of course, but they should also prompt the reader to question something.  If your story is big on politics, morality, or beliefs, it should leave the reader questioning their own politics, morality, or beliefs.  If your story revolves around a character or a place or a mystery, the reader should have something to wonder about that character, place, or mystery.  This is key to making sure your story sticks with readers long after it’s finished.
  • Familiarity – If your characters spend the whole story in a few key settings or activities, this should be tied into the ending.  A story that takes place in Washington D.C. for twenty-four chapters shouldn’t end in Honolulu; a story that revolves around drama and humor shouldn’t end in a grotesque horror scene.  Never do I stan for strict genre-keeping, but the ending should resemble the rest of the story in some way.  Otherwise, it will feel disconnected and surreal, leaving readers feeling hungover.
  • Finality – The ending of your story needs to be clearly the ending, even if nothing strictly “The End”-like happens.  This is one reason why Friends and Parks and Recreation, both character-centric comedies, score very differently on their endings.  Friends had a definitive ending that gave viewers closure, while Parks had a painfully open ending with no landmarks – nothing you could point toward and say, “This is what happened in the last episode.  This is how it ended.”  Whatever you do, however you end this story, end it.  Don’t let it feel uncertain.

That’s all I’ve got, but if you still need help, you can send us another ask with more information :)  Until then, I wish you good luck and a happy ending!  Or a sad ending.  Or a bittersweet ending, but you know what I mean.

– Mod Joanna ♥️


If you need advice on general writing or fanfiction, you should maybe ask us!

consider: gansey, a young trans boy traveling the world entirely by himself in an anxious frenzy to find clues about glendower

  • getting his hair cut short almost immediately and rationalizing that it’s just more convenient, especially when traveling and hiking
    • anyway, he’s never quite liked fussing over his hair - never quite liked how it looked, always envied boring boys and brave girls for their short hair
    • and it doesn’t matter because it’ll be months before he sees his parents again
  • dressing progressively more androgynous, convincing himself it’s just for comfort and practicality, but feeling a definitive zing in his heart when a stranger stumbles over his pronouns and ultimately decides on ‘he’
  • going to places where no one knows him and introducing himself by only his last name
  • spending an overnight layover in a nearly-empty airport and deciding to, just this once, correct the woman at the check-in when she addresses him as “miss”
    • “have a safe flight, miss”
    • gansey’s throat goes slick and he knows there could be no real consequence for this, that he will never again return to this airport, never again see this woman, so he tries “actually, it’s mister”
    • and the woman fumbles and looks back at the passport, to see if she had misread the unmistakable little ‘f’, but she hadn’t, and gansey’s heart is racing
    • but ultimately, she just goes “well, safe flight either way” and hands him his passport and shuffles him along
    • and gansey stays up all night on his flight staring at the emergency exit lights and playing the moment over in his mind
  • and the next place he goes, he tries it again, this time with someone more permanent (although he doesn’t yet know quite how permanent)
    • roger mallory was maybe not the best test subject for this new identity - he’s rather rambly and forgetful, but he gets the hang of it eventually
  • and slowly, gansey stops calling home, stops picking up calls, can’t bear to speak to a family who think they’re talking to their daughter
    • until he goes off the grid altogether, not entirely because of his gender, but when he’s being honest, it’s definitely some part of it
  • and eventually, his quest leads him to henrietta, and something in him just knows that that is where he needs to be, not just for a few months of gathering intel - that is where he needs to be, where he needs to live, where he is going to find answers
  • so he approaches his family with the option of attending aglionby academy, prep school for boys
    • and his parents are confused and they huff and they balk, and they think it’s a joke
    • but by now, gansey has been traveling for long enough as a boy to know that that is where he belongs
    • and helen helps talk his parents into believing it, and it takes them a few months to rationalize it, but when they do, they’re expedient and clinical about it like they are about everything
    • gansey does all the research himself, bringing them a checklist of things they need to do to get his gender legally changed and to get him on hormones, including a list of doctors in the area and their addresses
    • his parents aren’t always happy about it, especially since his mother is a republican running for congress and he’s setting up shop in a very red virginian town, but.. even more the reason to help him pass as much as possible, so gansey takes what he can get
  • and when he goes to henrietta, when he goes to aglionby, he goes as who he is
  • and that’s when he knows henrietta will be his home. it’s the first place he’s ever been where he’s been truly himself, or as close as he can get, and it’s the place that he’s going to find his king

anonymous asked:

omg, i always wonder why Arima said "645 times" in that fight with Ken. And now i just realized those numbers also appear in Eto's panel(; A ;)but what is the meaning behind these 645,546? since it involve both Eto and Arima, maybe it hinted that there is a special connection between them? god i think im crazy now

OKAY! I’ve been meaning to write this tarot post forever. I’ll break it down by explaining what the cards are, what they mean for each person, how they connect to Kaneki, and how they tie Arima and Eto’s history together in a neat little bow (it’s pretty amazing, so hold onto your shorts).

*claps hands* let’s go:

VI: The Lovers 

Arima (upright): love, balance, giving, decisions, unification, harmony. 

This card is usually taken at face-value, but on a deeper level actually represents commitment and the choices you make in order to achieve harmony. It forces you to reflect upon your personal values and fears, and how they apply to your relationships. 

I could go on for years about how TG: Jack was the story of how Arima came into this position of wanting to change things, but in essence, the Lovers represents his decision to seek harmony between humans and ghouls, and the commitment he’s made to doing so for the last 18 years. 


Eto (reversed): trials, consequences born of brash decisions, miscommunication, unrequited affection

The Reversed Lovers often acts as a warning signal for the reader who seeks the best of both worlds. It offers a chance to stop and reflect on one’s decisions to avoid making a mistake. However, it also represents a general sense of disharmony, unrequited love, or that catastrophe is imminent if left unchecked.

In Eto’s case, she expressed her love for Kaneki after their cataclysmic fight on the rooftop shortly before she was seen bathing with the reversed 6 on both her foot and the photo packet. The card presents her misunderstanding of love on silver platter, and shows that she cannot give purely what she’s never received, no matter how much she yearns for it herself.

**addendum on why I chose the reversed 6 [x]

IV: The Emperor 

- Arima (upright): strength, responsibility, willpower, knowledge, fatherly love

The Emperor represents inner-balance and the ability to rely on his own wisdom and strength to protect and secure his kingdom and loved-ones. This card offers a solid foundation on which to stand confidently and find success in your endeavors.

If the Emperor were to appear before Arima, it would mean that an opportunity to express his strength and wisdom has arisen. This is pretty self-evident, as he found Kaneki and used everything he had in order to raise him like his own.


- Eto (reversed): resentment, impulsiveness, unrest, dominance

The Emperor reversed represents a cycle of conflict brought about by lack of love, understanding, and stability. This person feels the need to dominate situations, and often relies on violence to mold their surroundings. They often feel discordant with the world around them, and desperately need something positive to keep them from spiraling out of control or abusing their power.

Obviously, Eto holds an extremely acute resentment towards both her father and the life she was born into. The reversed Emperor is very self-explanatory in her case. 

V: The Hierophant

- Both (upright): organizations, wisdom, captivity, power, unity

This one is super interesting for both Arima and Eto, especially as it’s the only one they share upright. The Hierophant is a highly spiritual card, and reacts on every level of both the desire for structure and the desire for freedom. It represents the quest for the meaning of life, and how institutions and relationships effect your place in this world. 

Most of all, the Hierophant offers himself as a connection and a guide. He is shown on his throne unifying two people by the power of the divine

Eto and Arima were always destined to meet. In the seven principals of Hermeticism (the school of thought that bore tarot) it is believed that “opposites attract” because they are really only two extremes of the same thing. This brings us to:


645 = 546. 

Arima comes from a life of strict rules and regulations, but through a series of small opportunities, was given the chance to see that things were not quite right. He reflected, saw that he had the ability to do something about it, and has remained steadfast and meticulous in his desire for change.

Eto was born alienated, pushed into hiding by her father and left to fend almost entirely for herself in poverty. She has learned to kick and claw her way into control, lest the world around her crushes her back into oblivion. She does, however, understand on a visceral level that it’s not only unfair to herself, but unfair to others like her. In turn, she has made it her life’s mission to do whatever it takes to change things, too.

In the end, Arima and Eto come from opposite backgrounds and ways of thinking, but connect in the center by one common entity. They are extremely polar people, but have been brought together through their single shining thread: the Hierophant, aka V, or 5, or “quinque” in latin. 

Visit Me - Loki Laufeyson x Reader Soulmate!AU

Prompt: Soulmate!AU Where every time someone goes to sleep they relive their soulmates worst memory.

Summary: Y/N hates sleeping, she hates the dream she is always forced to have. Every night she goes to bed to feel this overwhelming feeling of fear, coldness and rejection. Imagine if she realized that her biggest enemy is the same man reliving her worst nightmare.

Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x Reader (SOULMATE!AU, there’s not enough of these out there.)

Word count: 3.5k

Warning: SO I KINDA USE THE WINTER SOLDIER AS A BAD GUY FOR Y/N’s POV BUT LIKE ITS NOT REALLY BUCKY ITS HIM BEING BRAINWASHED DONT HATE ME

A/N: i came up with the prompt myself but if someone did b4 me I’m rlly sorry for not giving credit
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The air was cold. You continued to look around you but found nothing but emptiness, lifting your hands to see the chilly blue color take over. Your heart began to race as you quickly set down the mysterious glowing object that appeared in your hands. A voice is called out from behind you as you turn to the familiar face. It was an old man, someone you didn’t recognize. He was yelling, his words wouldn’t form and you couldn’t understand him but you knew he was angry. Suddenly you felt anger rush through your body, but it’s soon taken over by rejection, misplacement and disappointment. You try to lift your hands to your head to grip your hair in agony but you couldn’t; you weren’t allowed to do anything but relive the worse moments of your soulmates life. The old man quickly fell lifelessly and you felt your body jolt awake.

Sweat formed around your body as you sat up and placed your head in your knees. The worse part about reliving your soulmates nightmare when you sleep is that you can actually feel what they’re feeling. Of course you aren’t going to naturally feel upset when you don’t necessarily know what’s happening. Another horrible part is that they never show who your soulmate is; they may show parts of their body, like their hands, but nothing for you to truly recognize them. One you meet your soulmate, their horrible memory is replaced by their most cherished memory, whether it’s the moment they met you or the moment that keeps them alive. Most of the people you knew had already met their soulmates due to them being around the age of 25-35 but you, not so much.

Your soulmate had a weird memory, and by weird I mean not like what everyone else has. Usually people have a soulmate where they consider their worse memory as a fight between their family, a death or maybe even something they did that they strongly regret. You? Your soulmate turns blue and yells at a man before he falls to the stairs as if he lost every ounce of life in him. Most of the time people would laugh at you when you told them your nightmare, most of the time they’d tell you it was ridiculous but it was your soulmates worst memory and you couldn’t change that. You’ve been having the memory for years now and not once have you ever thought of a way to explain it.

The horrible memory also was a huge motivation for you, so it had its advantages. You always thought of the possibilities of your soulmate actually being human, I mean no human is just going to randomly turn blue. You tried to think of examples and the only one you were close to comparing him to was the infamous Hulk. He could turn from a simple man to a huge, raging green monster. Or so that’s what the rumors said. You heard about the mysterious man and the mysterious hammer falling from the sky, and you heard about how S.H.I.E.L.D. covered it up. You assumed they had a lot to do with the worlds beyond Earth and that’s why you took so much interest in them.

You didn’t only take your interest in S.H.I.E.L.D. because of your dream, but because of your own worst memory. There was a man that you couldn’t describe, a man you were searching for. If anyone could find this guy, it would be S.H.I.E.L.D., they could find anyone. This man you were searching for took away the only thing you cared about, and he wasn’t a ordinary citizen. He was a monster. A monster who had no emotions and killed on sight, that’s why you dedicated your life into finding him.

It was your fifth year of training to be the perfect assassin and you were declared to be in the top five greatest worldwide. S.H.I.E.L.D. was highly impressed with you, it usually took over 15 years of training to be on the level you were on, but you were just highly motivated. Your motivation was to meet the man who has lived his life in constant fear; someone you have lived through night by night, feeling and enduring his pain. And to meet the man who killed your brother. You knew your soulmate would be reliving the moment you saw the soul leave your siblings body, and you knew he would feel the same pain as you, he would be the only person in the world who is capable of saying ‘I know exactly how you feel’.

That night was the last night you experienced the horrible nightmare, for it was the next morning when someone from outside of earth decided to declare war to all humans. That morning you received a call from Nick Fury, surprisingly. You both weren’t close but he knew who you were, what you ranked and how to contact you if in desperate need of help. It was your month off, you were promised a break in a normal house that was off the grid but it was soon turned into another mission.

“We need your help, (Y/N). The team is in no position going against another race lead by a god. Some of our best members are under his trance and we have no solution other than recruiting and preparing to attack. I know you have the opinion to reject my offer but if you do and the world ends because of that-”

“You wouldn’t be contacting me if you weren’t desperate for help, it’s boring being here alone anyways. I’m in.”

You were being guided into the base beneath Stark Tower before reaching the final door. The man opened it up for you and pointed into the room, signaling for you to enter.

“He can attack any minute, Captain. We need to suit up and wait until he attacks!” A raging redhead was loading her gun and placing them in her twin holders while simultaneously yelling at a seated super soldier.

“You want us to be sitting ducks when we could be evacuating the city? Do you really not care about their lives, Natasha?” His face was stone-cold, not once ounce of emotion besides annoyance.

“That’s not what she’s saying Capsicle, she’s trying to say that if we do happen to evacuate the city and they happen to attack us while we’re surrounded by innocent citizens, well, then that’s a bigger chance for them to be hurt. They should be put into hiding, evacuation isn’t the best idea.” The well-known Tony Stark walked out from behind a corner with his whole suit on besides the helmet, eyeing down the blonde man.

The door slammed behind you as the man who once was holding it open had left. The whole teams eyes raced to whoever had just walked in.

“Good, you’re all suited up. I assume Fury let you know the plan?” Tony eyes down your black army pants, spandex and the mask covering your face.

“Yeah, but it sounds like the face of America has something else in mind?” You tilted your head at the angry man who sighed before standing up and putting on his mask.

“Yeah, but nobody is agreeing with me so we’ll just stick with plan A.”

“Good, because your plan wouldn’t have worked anyways. I don’t know where that army is coming from but I’m guessing their coming soon.” You saw the rolling of his eyes as you took the side of everyone else.

“What makes you so sure?” Tony gave you a questioning look before grabbing the helmet on the table.

“Considering they’re coming from space or some type of portal, the weather would somehow change, right? That’s what happened when Thor originally came here, and that’s what’s happening right now.” Tony held out his hand and a projector screen popped up, showing the current weather right outside the stark tower.

“Thor, how long did it take for you to reach earth once you started to travel here?”

“5 minutes, tops.”

“How long ago did you see that, Agent ….” Starks eyes travelled back to you as he trailed on the word.

“(Y/L/N). And about 4 minutes ago.”

“Grab you weapons, looks like we have a war to attend.”

“So we’re just suppose to trust her? We have no idea who she is.” Bruce stood up, staring at Tony and pointing towards you. He was underdressed, but you guessed the hulk didn’t need armor anyways.

“Fury sent her, have some faith or prepare to kneel beneath the rock of ages.” He laughed at his own joke before everyone evacuated the room.

By the time you all reached the top of Stark Tower, a portal had began to open and allowed a foreign army to enter. As if on cue, everyone had ran and separated before defending the city. You were side by side with Steve and Tony, completely destroying every Chitauri in your paths. It seemed never ending, minute after minute new enemies came to you. After a good hour of fighting, everyone was beginning to get tired.

“Loki is on the dock of the tower, the mechanism that is keeping the portal open is right above him.” Thors voice boomed into the earpiece.

“I don’t think I can.” Nats voice is heard before being joined in by Clint. “Yeah, me neither.”

“Is anyone free enough to go visit Reindeer Games?” The annoyance was heard in Starks voice as he found off more enemies.

“I’ll do it, anyone want to help me get up there though?” Realizing you were the best fit to go and face the leader of the pact, you figured ‘why not?’.

“Why borrow a ride when you can steal one from the other side?” You may not have been able to see Hawkeye, but you could practically hear the smirk on his face.

As if on cue, He had knocked down two of the Chitauri’s on a flying vehicle with an arrow. Noticing the motive, you ran toward Steve who boosted you up from his shield; just in enough time for you to land and take control of the flying saucer, riding up to the Tower.

It was hard to control; you had to admit that. Instead of properly landing, you crashed into the window of the tower and fell to the floor of the outside dock. The ear piece that connected all of the avengers thoughts fell out and landed under the crashing machine. You silently cursed under your breathe knowing that they would get worried by not being able to contact you or hear your voice.

“Oh? And who may you be? I must say, just from afar I can definitely tell you’re more interesting than the others.” A playful voice beamed out from the building.

Talking was never an option during a fight; it was either a distraction or just dark entertainment for the other side, so you grabbed out both guns and started shooting straight at the mans head and torso. With a flick of his scepter, the bullets turned around and flew towards you, but you stood up easily and dodged them.

“You humans really are pathetic; you think that stupid machine will come even close to killing me?”

“You’d be surprised.”

You figured any gun or weapon wouldn’t work on him, so you went straight into hand to hand combat. Throwing punches at him only for them to be dodged with his tesseract and magic thrown back. You were quite surprised by how good he was at close up fighting, but you weren’t even close to showing him your true nature. With a swipe of your legs, he fell to the ground, scepter falling out of his hand and out of hands reach. You delivered a few punches to his face to make him more tired and less able to move.

“My, my little one. You don’t seem afraid of me at all! That’s sure it a surprise… and a relief. But you’re rather angry, aren’t you?” He leaned up on his elbows before wiping blood from his lip. You stood up from his body and laughed at his pathetic attempt of manipulating you.

“I’m not angry, only one man in this world holds my anger and that isn’t you.” Your hand reach behind your back before pulling out a katana and pointing it to his neck.

“You can’t blame me, I can’t even see your face. But do tell me, who holds your anger?”

“What’s the point in telling you?”

“Either I win this war and make you my slave or I spend the rest of my life rotting in a cell, I suppose no matter what there is no reason to hide it from me.” He wasn’t wrong, and you didn’t care. You supposed it wouldn’t do any harm, and it would be a good way to distract him.

“I don’t know who the man is. I know he has long brown hair, a mask to cover his face and a huge metal arm with a red star in it. He killed the only thing I loved right in front of my eyes, so he holds my anger.”

His eyes widen completely, eyebrows colliding together in shock. His mouth practically collided with his chest, and you had no idea why.

“What? Do you know the man?”

“Every night I refuse to sleep, but when I do… I have a dream that’s oddly similar.”

In that moment you completely froze, face full of shock, but of course he wouldn’t know that because of your mask. Did he not know about the whole soulmate thing? You always thought it was just humans who were forced to live with this horrible curse, but from the beginning you always wondered what if your soulmate wasn’t human. If he wasn’t, it would explain the dream and how he turns blue. But then again, it would completely demolish the rule where only humans are suppose to live the soulmate plague. It didn’t matter though; if he had your memory then it was his memory that replayed over in your head.

“The tesseract. That’s what turned you blue, right? And that old man who fell to the stairs, was that your dad? Is that rejection and misplacement the reason why you’re attacking all living humans?” The katana that was once in your hand was sliding back into the holder connected to your back. Your legs slowly carried you back in disbelief.

“How do you know that?” He straightened his back up before staring at you in bewilderment.

“You’re my soulmate. No fucking way, my soulmate cannot be such a cruel man, there’s no way… I don’t believe it.”

“What are you speaking about, peasant?!” He screamed at you after demanding for an answer. He really didn’t know about the soulmate rule.

“You seriously don’t know? Humans… humans are cursed to relive their soulmates worst memory when in a deep sleep. I always had a dream where I would hold this glowing box, the tesseract, and it would turn me blue. Then I’d see a man yell at me before falling lifelessly to the floor. I’d feel rejected and like I didn’t belong, I’d feel every emotion that man was going through just like how you relived mine. You had to! You had to have dreamt about that man killing my brother, that’s because we’re soulmates. Two meant to love each other until death.” His eye squinted towards you before taking all the information in. “Maybe it’s not just humans who have this curse, maybe it’s for anyone as long as their fate aligns with a human.”

“I suppose if I was suppose to love any human, I’d prefer you.” His eyes were staring at your mask, full of honesty. Ironic for the god of mischief.

“Oh no, don’t do that. Just because you’re okay with this doesn’t mean I am! You’re destroying New York and killing innocent people! God, out of all the people I’m destined to be with you?” Your hand collided with your hair as your other balanced onto your hip.

“Just because I would pick you over any other pathetic living human does not mean I am okay with it! But… you’re the only one who understands what I was feeling during that moment, correct? Just like how I understand how you were feeling when-”

“You’re saying that we’re the only ones that truly understand each other’s pain.”

“Precisely.” There was a moment of silence, a moment where neither of you knew what to say, what to do. What were you suppose to do? He was the leader of the side you were fighting against, the love between you both would never be able to exist.

“What do you want me to do about that? I’m still going to be on the side of humans. Just because you’re my soulmate does not mean I’m going to just abandon the avengers and take over the world with you.”

“I didn’t expect that.” He sat up completely before pinching the bridge of his nose. “I was actually hoping you’d stay loyal to them, I would not want to love someone who could turn their back on their allies so fast.”

“Love? You want to actually try to be something? How is that even possible? What can I possibly do?

As if on cue, the portal closed after hearing a loud explosion. You were too busy thinking about yourself and Loki to realize that there was still a war going on.

“Goddamn it! I’m so selfish, I shouldn’t have-”

“Don’t worry love, I lost.” Your eyes widened at the words coming out of his mouth, you looked back at the man. His eyes were closed and his knees where bending against the floor.

“How could you be for sure?”

“Look.” His finger pointed to the window, to the largest building in eyes sight.

Every Chitauri that was latched onto a building had fallen to the force of gravity as if their life was being sucked out of them. The many Chitauri Leviathan’s that were roaming the city fell lifelessly into any tower in their way. After a few moments of staring out of the glass wall, the team landing on the dock. The armor covering Tony was completely beaten and the others looked drained of any energy left in them. As they walked in they noticed loki laying on the floor, eyes shut and knocked out.

“Good job, Agent (Y/L/N). I have to give you props for being able to knock a god out.” The captain had given you a salute before walking toward Loki’s unconscious body.

“Amazing, (Y/L/N). You managed to win against my brother!” Thors rock hard arm wrapped around your shoulders before giving you a squeeze.

“Yeah.” You muttered before eyeing down the God that was declared as your soulmate. His lips somewhat curved at the edges, he was pretending to be knocked out so they didn’t realize you were talking to him the whole time, other than fighting him.

After many minutes of talking of what was going to happen to him once he woke, he decided to pretend to wake up to face everyone with a weapon before him. Thor had scolded him before putting chains around him, ensuring he couldn’t escape. Before he could place the muzzle over his lips he looked at the floor and spoke his last words.

I just wish for you to visit me, that’s all.

“What, brother? What do you mean?”

He refused to respond and gave his brother silence. Thor sighed before placing the muzzle over Lokis face. He may have been the villain, the man who tried to take things for his own selfish reasoning but you couldn’t ignore the fact that you were meant for each other. You both knew that; and you both knew this wasn’t the last time you would see each other. It may be hard visiting him considering he is going to be taken back to Asgard, but you wouldn’t just give up. Loki would serve his punishment and face the consequences. And until then, you’ll be finding out a way to visit him, just like he asked. Not because you felt bad for him, not because you loved him; but because you both were set together by fate. That had to mean something.

You watched as Thor carried him to the dock, holding his chains in one hand and Mijolnir in his other. Lokis eyes connected with your figure, trying to memorize as much as he could, because in the end all he knew was your last name and your worst memory.

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A/N: yes I know it’s 3:34 am and yes I know it’s REALLY late but have you read my bio?

Death Note  {Sentence Starters}

  • “I love chocolates.”
  • “Humans are so… interesting.”
  • “I’ve won. Exactly as planned.”
  • “I feel like I’m watching a sitcom.”
  • “I’ll take a potato chip… and eat it!”
  • “He was someone who deserved to die.”
  • “If you don’t get serious about this, I’ll kick you.”
  • “In the end, there is no greater motivation than revenge.”
  • “Being alone is better than being with the wrong person.”
  • “I can’t develop feelings. That’s how most idiots screw up.”
  • “Unless someone makes the first move, nothing will happen.”
  • “This world is rotten, and those who are making it rot deserve to die.”
  • “In this world, there are very few people who actually trust each other.”
  • “This is the first time in my life that I’ve been provoked to hit a woman.”
  • “Sometimes, the questions are complicated and the answers are simple.”
  • “I don’t play fair… I’m a dishonest, cheating human being who hates losing.”
  • “The human world is a boring place with boring people doing boring things.”
  • “I have two rules: First, I’m never wrong. Second, if I’m wrong, back to the first rule.”
  • “Why are you staring at me? Are you annoyed that I am the only one who has cake?”
  • “Look around you… and all you will see are people the world would be better off without.”
  • “If I were to sit normally, my deductive skills will immediately be reduced by roughly 40%.”
  • “Learn to treasure your life because, unfortunately, it can be taken away from you anytime.”
  • “You actually thought you were chosen because you’re so smart or something? Don’t be so vain.”
Peep Show

Word Count: 5457

Warning: Smut with voyeurism and exhibitionism

A/N: This story is a tad bit longer than the other ones I had posted. So please sit back, relax, and enjoy the show!

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“I can’t do this anymore. It’s over, y/n.”

You stared at your boyfriend, shocked at the words that just escaped from his mouth. This was not how you saw your two year anniversary going. You had planned a nice romantic evening at your apartment for you and your boyfriend, Chris. He was supposed to come over at six for a cheesy candlelit dinner you had prepared. Followed by a movie on your cozy couch which would result in you two snuggling up together in each other’s arms. Then the night would end with a little physical contact in the bedroom and lots of R&R the next day. But of course, Chris had other plans. He came over empty handed! And not only that, he forgot it was your anniversary! Chris had expressed that he had fallen out of love with you for some time now and he wanted to seek excitement elsewhere. You were blindsided by his confession and completely heartbroken.

“But Chris, can’t we-”

“NO, Y/N! We are over! There’s nothing more you can say that will make me change my mind. Besides, I started seeing someone else.”

Chris left your apartment leaving you on the floor in a balling mess.

~~~

One Week Later…

“Y/n! This is ridiculous!” Your best friend yelled as she pulled the blinds open, letting light enter your apartment. “Besides work, you haven’t let this damn place!”

You lowered your head in shame. You didn’t mean to isolate yourself from the world but the breakup was still fresh on your mind. You had given two years of your life to a guy, thinking that he loved you only for him to tell he was bored with the relationship. It was embarrassing and also insulting. You didn’t look at the situation as if it was his choice but blamed yourself because you couldn’t keep him happy. A few tears fell from your eyes. Your best friend rushed to your side, holding you close.

“Don’t you dare cry over that asshole, y/n. He doesn’t deserve your tears or thoughts,” she wiped your cheeks. “Guys don’t think when it comes to relationships. All they want is for someone, who isn’t their mother, to take care of them and supply them with sex and food. You remembered what happened with my ex?”

You thought back to the many phone calls you two shared because her ex boyfriend. If there was a king of douche bag boyfriends, he would be it. Not only did he cheat on her but he trashed her apartment and stole her money before he disappeared. You two were up all night driving around looking for him. At the time, you were relieved Chris wasn’t like that but you also didn’t expect him to walk out on you.

“Anyways, I learned from the situation. I’m too young to settle down and now I’m living my life just the way I want it. I don’t need a boyfriend and I keep a few guys around to handle my needs. Yep! Life is just wonderful which is why I don’t want you hanging in the house anymore. Let’s invite a few more friends, get dressed up and go out tonight. What do you say?”

You thought it over for a second. To hell with Chris! If he didn’t appreciate you then it was his lost. Eventually, someone will come along and appreciate what an amazing person you were. But that day was not today, so why not go out and have fun?

“Hell yeah! Count me in!” You shouted as you jumped up from the couch, storming into your bedroom closet to look for something to wear.

A couple hours later, you, your best friend, and three other girls stood in line waiting to get inside a club. You decided on wearing a simple black dress that hung off of your shoulders and black stilettos heels. Tonight you wanted to focus solely on having fun and not about Chris and what he could possibly be doing at that moment. It wasn’t long before you were let in and the blast of music followed by people all over made you tense. Your best friend noticed.

“Relax, I know it’s been awhile since you put yourself out there but you don’t have to worry. Just enjoy yourself.” She whispered in your ear. You offered her weak smile and nodded.

As the night went on, everyone was having a good time. Your group of friends were chatting with a group of guys and you danced and drank a little too much to the point that you were tipsy. You heard your friend say something about going to another club and everyone got up to leave. You tried to keep up but ended up getting lost on the street. You checked your phone but had no signal to make a call.

As you walked around looking for them, the cool outside air sobered you up. It had been ten minutes and still no sign of your friends. You were about to hail for a cab and head home until you realized you were standing in front of a club. “Desire” spelled out in red neon lights and just below the name, words in white read “live shows”. Weird. It didn’t seem like the average place to party and held some mystery to it.

“They couldn’t have come here,” you mumbled to yourself, looking around. “What the hell. No harm in checking.”

You entered through the door and immediately felt the change in atmosphere from the previous club. The furniture and walls were white with a luminous blue light reflecting off of it. The slow sensual music was loud but not enough to hear from outside. Overall, you liked the place. Everyone there was wearing all black and a mask across their face, hiding their identity. You noticed they each sported a different color wristband as well. A man approached you. His choice of clothes, although were black, was different from everyone else’s. In fact, only six men wore that uniform.

“Good evening and welcome to Desire. May I ask which show would you be interested in?” He spoke.

“Well, I was looking for my friends. I thought had came in here but I guess I am mistaken.” You told him as you continued to look around. He could sense your curiosity and offered you light smile.

“If you are interested, I could give you a tour.”

He offered his hand to you. You were hesitant but decided to take it. You thought about your friends. Wondering if they were looking for you or if they went to the club or home. He led you through the crowd, handing you a glass of champagne along the way.

“What kind of place is this? It doesn’t seem like a club.” You asked.

“That’s because this is a lounge, for entertainment purposes only. This is the main floor. Some nights the stage is available for musical performances while the guests mingle but that’s not tonight. We offer drinks, food, and music. People pay to relax, make small talk, and to watch.”

“To watch? Watch what?” Confusion etched across your faced.

You two stopped in front a black door, shield away by a black, velvety curtain located in the back. He held the door open for you and you walked through. In this area of the lounge, the walls were red, the furniture was black, and the light shining from above was bright for you to see everything.

“Our peep shows range from whatever you desire. If you have a kink for control, then I would suggest the bdsm shows or if you’re into dress up, there’s the role play shows. Orgies, gay sex, spankings, cross dressing… you name it, we have it for your viewing.” Your head was swimming in thoughts. Out of all the places, you end up in the fetish club. It was all so overwhelming.

“So have you decided on a show?” He asked, tearing you from your thoughts. You nervously rubbed your hands together.

“Actually, this is too much for me,” you admitted, turning to face him. “I don’t even know what my kinks are. I just simply enjoyed sex.”

“Ah! I know the perfect room for you and the show is just about to start.”

The host walked over to you and placed a white wristband around your wrist. Once again he led you to a door. Inside only held a single black chair.

“Which one is this?” You were almost scared to ask.

“This is Jimin. He is the crowd’s favorite.”

“Wait!” You stopped momentarily. “Will I be the only one watching?”

“Of course. For privacy reasons, we only offer one person per room.”

He ushered you inside and entered behind you, shutting the door. You took a seat and stared ahead. The black curtain parted, opening the sensual scene to your eyes. The couple was guarded by a two-way glass screen. A dirty blonde haired man, dressed only in his boxer briefs, was kissing down a woman’s neck. She had long silky dark brown hair surrounding a beautiful face. She could have definitely considered being a model if she wasn’t an exhibitionist.

Both of them were kneeling with their bodies faced towards you. His face was concealed from your view as he kissed down her back. The bra the woman was wearing loosened and she pulled it off exposing her small breasts to your gaze. Their bodies fell forward with their backside in the air. He backed away from her to stand properly. His body was well defined and chiseled but not too muscular. His hand flipped his hair out of his face, locking eyes with you. When he did that, your heart nearly stopped beating. He was breathtakingly gorgeous. You gasped, sitting up straight in the chair.

“I see you like, Jimin.” The host whispered into your ear. You weren’t even aware, he was even there.

“Yes, he is very handsome.” You mumble, unable to take your eyes off of him.

“Maybe your kink is to watch or being watched. Come here often and you will learn why he is the crowd’s favorite. Have a good evening.”

The host exited the room, leaving you to watch the rest of the show. Jimin had turned his gaze away from you and back to his partner. She rolled over on her back, sliding her hands down her body resting on her private area. Her hand moved to the inside of her panties as she lifted her hips off of the bed. You couldn’t hear their voices or sounds but by the look on her face, you could tell she was enjoying the pleasure she gave herself. Jimin watched her with hunger in his eyes. You saw his lips move and immediately she was bent over in front of him. His underwear slid down his thighs, resting at his knees. His hands gripped her hair as his hips thrust forward. You watched him fuck her mouth as yours watered to get a taste. He reached over and slapped her panty covered ass. Your hand twitched as if he just slammed yours. Jimin suddenly pushed the girl on her back, yanking her panties off her legs. You were able to see his thick cock, standing proudly against his abs. It was then you felt a strong urge between your own legs. Closing your thighs tightly, you could feel how wet your panties were. Jimin rid himself of his last bit of clothing and closed the gap between him and his lover. He found your eyes once again as he spread her legs wide and he entered her. You softly moaned out at the same time the girl threw her head back. You watched him fucked her mercilessly wishing it was you. Soon you could see a thin layer of sweat that coated his back. You groaned to yourself. You would give anything to hear their lovemaking.

They suddenly rolled over and the woman was on top. She had braced both hands on his chest was rode him with such forced. Her hair was wild and untamed and both of their eyes were shut as they became lost in the feeling. His hands held on to her hips helping her grind on his cock. You could tell they were close by speed of their movements. The girl frozen her body, her scrunched up and her mouth hung open in a perfect ‘o’. Jimin pushed her off of him and stood. Quickly stroking himself until he came all over her face. The last thing you saw was their heavy breathing before the curtain close.

You sat there amazed at what you had just witnessed. You were on the edge of the chair and your fingers left indents in the leather. Your breathing was just as labored, you may as well have been fucking.

“Shit…” you stated, astonished.

~~~

You lied in bed, tossing and turning at the unrelieved pressure between your legs. Over and over the show played in your head since you made it home. Your friends eventually called and told you they were headed home for the night. You neglected to tell them about your mystery club and instead, wished them a good night. You thought back to how Jimin hammered into that woman. The way his muscles in his ass flexed and the satisfied look on her face, giving her quite a fuck.

“Jimin…” you breathed his name.

There was something about him that intrigued you. The look of hunger in his eyes as you stared at each other. It almost felt as though he was fucking you. You certainly felt the connection and knew why everyone favored his shows. He had a presence that invited you in. Even in that type of setting, you felt welcomed. You wondered how many women left that place panties wet, horny as hell, wishing Jimin would fuck them. Knowing them, they probably just found a random guy in the lounge and brought him home for an easy one night stand. But you… you wanted Jimin.

So it was no surprise that you went back the next night. You stared at the neon sign before walking inside. Immediately, you spotted who you were looking for and smiled.

“Good evening and welcome back to Desire. May I ask which shows are you interested in seeing tonight.” The host asked.

“I would like to see The Crowd’s Favorite. Is he available?” You replied with a smile, handing him your first payment. He smiled back and gave you a slight nod. This time he placed a red colored wristband on your arm. He led you pass the black door to the rooms where the shows were being presented. He handed you a black laced mask before leaving you by yourself.

“Enjoy the show.”

You found his specific room and entered, taking a seat in the chair. You stared at the mask in your hands, debating on whether to wear it or not. You decided not to since people had already seen your face. Taking a deep breath, you waited for the curtain to open and a minute later it did.

The same woman was laid out on the bed, her fingers buried deep within her cunt. She was the only one who was visible and you wondered where Jimin was. Her eyes were shut and her lips were parted. You thought about how it would feel to put your body on display for a man or woman to see. To let them see you spread wide, performing lewd acts by yourself or with a partner. It sounds interesting but you didn’t have the guts. Maybe that’s why Chris decided to leave. You didn’t provide enough excitement in the bedroom and your sex life became dull.

As soon as you shook the depressing thought from your mind, Jimin appeared and climbed onto the bed. He snatched the woman’s hand away from her pussy and held them both above her head. She mouthed something to him as she started fidgeting. He brought his fingers up to his mouth, wetting them before they were pressed against her clit. Slowly, his fingers rubbed circles around the nub. You watched her back arch, lifting her chest in the air. Your breathing increased as well. Jimin slipped one finger after another into her twat until three of his fingers rested inside her. He worked them slowly against her walls, ultimately speeding up his pace. You couldn’t help the sudden rush you were feeling. Your fingers found what they was looking for in the inside of your panties. You were already soaked and wasted no time plunging your fingers into your pussy, trying to match his speed. Your eyes shut momentarily as you moaned out in pleasure. When they opened, you found Jimin watching you instead of his lover. His eyes drifted down from your face to your hand inside your panties. You felt your face heat up in embarrassment but you were too far gone to stop now. You opened your legs wider and used your other hand to massage your clit. Your juices flowed down your ass and onto the leather fabric. Your eyes closed again, imagining it was his fingers. You picture his naked body leaning over you, watching as you were about to cum. You looked past your heavy lids and saw Jimin lick and bite his bottom lip, his eyes still locked on your crotched.

“Oh fuck! Fuck! FUCK!” You chanted, feeling your stomach tighten.

Your head fell back and you screamed out as your orgasm washed over you. You swallowed hard, coming to the reality of what you had done. Your legs twitched from the aftermath and your panties were now ruined. When you lifted your head to face Jimin, he had a smirk on his face and a very hard dick in his boxers. You nervously shifted in your seat before getting up and running out of the room. You left the lounge, walking in no particular direction. After awhile, you stopped to calm down.

“What the hell, y/n! How do I go back after what I just did?!” You yelled to yourself.

“Simple, you just come back and take a seat because I’d love to see what else you have up your sleeve.” A deep voice joined the conversation. You turned around only to come face to face with Jimin. You immediately turned away from him and covered your face.

“I’m so sorry. I was caught up in the moment. I don’t know what came over me?”

Jimin smiled and crossed his arms. “Why are you apologizing? I enjoyed it very much.”

“Really?” You faced him. It was then you noticed his clothes hung loosely on his person, as if he rushed to get dressed.

“Absolutely! It seemed more real and genuine, better than the other shows I’ve seen.”

“That’s because it was. I was horny and I had imagined that it was you that was touching me. Like I said be– WAIT A MINUTE! Does that mean these shows aren’t real?!”

Jimin threw his head back and laughed out loud. “Of course it’s real. We are performers. It’s our job to keep the audience entertained any way possible. But doing the same thing over and over can seem artificial or rehearsed. But I can assure you, it’s real.”

“Oh.” You mumbled, running out of words to say.

“You know, you are quite experienced for a voyeur. Have you considered being an exhibitionist?”

Your eyes widen and you vigorously shook your head. “NO! There’s no way I could do that.”

“Why not? Are you afraid you might like it?” He smirked. You blankly stared at him, unable to answer. There was a possibility that he could be right. Since you came to that place, it gave boost of confidence and a high dosage of sexual excitement that was dying to escape your body. “Do me a favor. Come to the lounge tomorrow night, same time. Wear something comfortable but have on black undergarments. I will meet you in the back.” And with that, Jimin winked at you and walked away.

~~~

The next night, you had dressed exactly how Jimin said. Wearing black cheeky panties under blue jeans and a thin black dress that you pulled up into a makeshift shirt. All hidden under your black jacket. More than the regular share of people were there when you entered the lounge. Tonight, the stage was open and everyone’s attention was on an older woman who softly sung into the microphone. You looked around but couldn’t find your usual host.

“Welcome to Desire. Are you looking for someone in particular or are you interested in a show?” A deep voice asked you.

You faced the man who was dressed as a host but the only difference was that he wore a mask. From your time being there, not once have you seen them wear one.

“Yes, I was looking for you actually.” You stated confidently. Jimin removed his mask and held out his hand which you easily took.

“I had to make sure you didn’t change your mind.”

“If I did, I wouldn’t have come tonight.”

He led you to an unknown area of the club, one you were unfamiliar with. Opening a door, you were present to tiny room with a single bed inside. When you saw the closed curtain, your stomach dropped and you could feel each nerve tighten under your skin. You didn’t know if you were ready to perform such a task.

“Take off your coat and pants” Jimin spoke. He had already shed his clothes and stood in nothing but boxer briefs. Your eyes traced over every inch of him and his body looked even better close up. With trembling hands, you removed your clothes and handed it him. He sat them off to side and pulled you over to the bed. He stood in front of you, taking in your figure. You took deep slow breaths to calm yourself. Jimin picked up on your mood.

“You know you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. I won’t be upset that my beautiful date for the night decided to leave me.” He joked. You smiled, feeling a bit bashful.

“Well I already came this far and I wondered what it was like to be watched.”

“But I already watched you.”

You thought for a moment before answering. “Yes, but it I wanted to experience being watched while someone does explicit things to my body. Knowing that you were watching me, only lit the flame and what I want is a forest fire.”

Jimin walked closer, his lips barely touching yours. “Was I the one doing explicit things to your body?”

“Every time.” You breathed out.

“Relax, close your eyes, and tell me about it.”

You close your eyes and felt his presence move away from you. You cheered yourself on in your head, trying to recant your fantasies. “First, you would approach me quietly, leaving wet kisses on my neck. Your hands would roam over my breasts, lightly massaging them.”

As you spoke, you felt Jimin’s hard figure behind you. His hands gently traced up your sides, moving from under your arms to cup your breasts. He fondled the mounds of soft tissue, rubbing his thumbs along your now hard nipples. His head leaned against yours and you felt his warm breath in your ear.

“What kind of shy girl leaves home without a bra? I guess you’re not as innocent as you think.” You moaned out feeling your wetness coat your underwear. “Come on, don’t slow down now, baby. Tell me what else I do to you.”

“One of your hands goes inside my panties and you tease me before finger fucking me.”

He lifted your right leg in the air, hooking his arm under it. His hand eased their way inside your panties, rubbing his fingers along your wet lips. Your head fell back on his shoulder and your hand massaged his scalp. His other hand slipped under your dress and pinched your nipple. Spreading out his fingers, Jimin was able to play with clit and tease your entrance. You were so wet, you were dripping down your thighs.

“Open your eyes.” He whispered in your ear.

You opened your eyes and lifted your head back into its position on your shoulders. The curtains were wide open and a woman sat in the chair in front of you. She was wearing her mask so you couldn’t see her face but the look in her eyes told you everything. She was just as interested as you had been when you first showed up. Jimin lowered your leg and moved his hands away. He turned your body to face his as he gripped your panties and yanked them down your legs. He pulled the neckline of your dress down, stretching it as he bent his head to capture your areola in his mouth. As he sucked, you felt his tongue flicking at your nipple. His tongue traced up your body until his mouth found yours. The kiss was a very heated one. Your tongue explored every inch of his mouth and vice versa.

“Let’s give our guest the proper performance, shall we?” He stated. You smiled and nodded. Jimin help pulled your dress off. “Lay on the bed on your back with your head hanging over.”

You followed his command, staring at his upside down figure. Jimin pulled down his boxers, showing off his semi hard cock. When he leaned over to touch your pussy, you came face to face with his genitals. You felt both of his arms wrap around your waist before you were being lift in the air. Almost immediately, his tongue invaded your other lips. Steadying one hand on his thigh and the other around his shaft, you sucked down the mushroom tip. Like a cock hungry slut, you eagerly shoved his cock in your mouth. Taking in as much as you can. Jimin groaned as he lapped at your clit. He licked to your opening, shoving his tongue in as deep as it could go. You were the wettest you had ever been and he was drinking down every drop. You could feel yourself tightening around his little pink muscle.

“Hold it in. We are not done yet.”

Jimin lowered you to the floor and maneuvered you over to the glass screen so that your body was pressed up against it. In one stroke he entered you, squishing your breasts to the glass. The woman almost fell out of her chair at the view she was getting. Jimin pounded into your pussy, spreading your ass cheeks to sink in deeper. You were a moaning mess, the element of pleasure plastered across your face. You pushed your backside against him wanting to feel more.

“Lift your leg up so she can see what I’m doing to you. I want this image burned into her mind.” Jimin growled, sinking his teeth into your shoulder blade.

You did what he said only to feel his hand come around your waist. He pinched your swollen clit between his thumb and middle finger, using his index to flick the bundle of nerves. His hips picked up speed occasionally grinding himself into you. Your sweaty hands slid down the screen, as you were on the verge of cumming. If only you could witness what the woman was seeing. This was your third come coming to the club, it all boiled down to this moment. Falling apart in front a stranger’s eyes all because of Jimin’s actions. Your breathing increased and you could no longer hold back your excitement.

“Oh God!” You screamed out, releasing so hard Jimin’s cock was forced out of your cunt.

You gasped for air, still feeling your high as your juices puddling under you. Jimin watched you in amazement. He had his usual pleased smirk on his face. But the show wasn’t over just yet. Falling to your knees, you grasped his cock in your hands stroking him to release. You opened your mouth and held out your tongue, waiting on his salty white liquid to land on it. It wasn’t long before his legs buckled and rope after rope of sperm spurted all over your face. There was so much, it almost covered your face entirely.

By now the curtain had closed and Jimin was cleaning you up with a fresh towel. As soon as he finished, he pulled you down onto the bed so you two could rest. Your mind raced with thoughts of what you had just done. A big smile spread across your face. You didn’t think you could do it but you did and was proud of yourself. You suddenly felt like a different person.

“You know, you never told me your name.” He chuckled, interrupting your thoughts. You slapped your palm against your forehead. How could you be so forgetful?

“Oh my God, you’re right! I don’t know when I became such a daring person. My name is y/n.”

“Well y/n, it is nice to meet you. But I think you’ve always been that way and you’re just now finding out what interests you. You are a natural born exhibitionist and I would like to help you explore more of that side. Plus more.”

You were silently hoping that this experience with Jimin wouldn’t just be a one-time thing but you also weren’t ready to show your body off every night like he did.

“Let me think it over, okay?”

~~~

One Month Later

You didn’t know how in the world you found yourself sitting across from Chris at a restaurant but you were. He had suddenly called you up out of the blue asking if you were available to talk. And you agreed because he denied you the talk you wanted when he walked out. He stared at you, taking in your appearance. He smiled as he talked.

“I’m glad you decided to join me today. It’s good to see you, y/n. I don’t know what it is but you have this glow about you. You look nice.”

“Thank you. What did you want to talk about?”

He cleared his throat and moved nervously in his seat. “Well, I want to apologize for what happened the last time we talked. I was a jerk for how I treated you and I’m sorry.”

“Mmm…” You raised an eyebrow, sipping on your drink. Your phone dinged and you picked it up to check the message. Chris rubbed his hands together and leaned forward.

“And I was wondering if you could give us another shot? I miss you and I realize you are the woman for me.” He smiled. You felt your heart beating rapidly in your chest at his words. You didn’t think you ever heard him say it. You put your phone down and stared into his eyes.

“Is that how you really feel, Chris?”

“It is,” he took your hand in his. “I really want this. I love you y/n.”

You smiled. “That’s good to hear… but I think that’s the problem. I’m too much of a woman for you,” you stated as you pulled your hand away, gathering your things to leave. “I don’t want to be with a guy who is quick to toss me aside because he thinks I’m no longer valuable. Not once did you talk to me and express how unhappy you were. Instead you decided to leave me looking for something better and judging by how you are back in my face asking for a second chance, I assumed you didn’t find it. I’m sorry, Chris but I’m not someone you drop and pick up every time you feel you want a girlfriend.”

You stood to leave but decided to offer a few choice words to your ex boyfriend. “So to put it frankly, you don’t deserve another second of my time. Fuck no and fuck you! Have a nice life.”

You blew him a kiss and walked away. You smiled brightly as you walked up to Jimin, who was waiting by his car. He looked damn good in all black with his blonde hair blowing in the wind. When he spotted you, he returned your smile and opened his arms when you embraced him. You two shared a brief kiss and Chris, who was watching the entire time, turned his head away in anger. Jimin helped you into the passenger side before he hopped in the driver’s seat. He pulled off, driving to nowhere in particular. You took his hand in yours and the two of sat back and enjoyed the ride.

Your best friend was right. You were young and didn’t need a boyfriend. Not when you had your favorite performer ready to dick you down and turn you out when you needed it. Yes, life was marvelous!

Just Between Us

Summary: To get you out of a slump, Steve decides to entertain you by taking you out to different places. The world decides to assume.

Word Count: 3,254

Warnings: None.

Originally posted by imaginingbucky

Stepping into the common room, Steve couldn’t help the affectionate smile that bloomed on his lips. You were sprawled on the couch, looking every part the most miserable person, groaning at the roof, head pulled back on the armrest. Your broken arm was in a cast, resting on your chest, the TV’s remote thrown on the floor right next to the arm you had hanging off the sofa. The television was still on, but you weren’t paying attention to it, and Steve suspected it was because you were bored.

He walked forward and cleared his throat, letting you know he was there. That sound made you sit up and you spun your head around until your eyes met. Steve grinned.

“Are you doing okay?”

You glowered. “No. I’m bored as all hell and there’s nothing to do in this stupid place that doesn’t require both of my hands.”

“You even tried to play—”

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Breathtaking || Kisses Series

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Female Reader

Warnings: More teeth rotting fluff. Because Steve Deserves it!

Word Count: 2100+

Summary: Love has many different ways of expressing itself. One form, is the different ways you share a kiss.

A/N: Well here it is! The last part of the Kisses Series! I’m super sad to see this one end. It was so much fun to write. This took me a while to get to right, but I hope you guys enjoy the last part! Thank you for everyone whose followed to the end! ❤️❤️

The gif is not mine. Credit to the wonderful creator!


Originally posted by bisebchris

Cheeky | Hesitant | Wake up | Sloppy | In the Moment | Distracted | Breathtaking

“Babe.” Steve called out into the apartment, his voice echoing down the entry way. When there was no reply, he frowned and hung his coat up on the hook beside the door. A pair of loud clinks echoed through the hall, growing louder as it closed in on Steve. Stars and Stripes, their pair of year-old golden labs came racing down the hall to eagerly greet their owner they hadn’t seen all day. Steve laughed and crouched low, hugging the two as they barreled in to his arms.

“Hey guys! Where’s mama?” The two just wagged their tails, bodies wagging side to side in his arms, unable to contain their excitement. Steve chuckled and stood, waving for them to follow. “Come on, let’s go look.”

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Begin Again (2) (Soulmate au)

Summary: One day every human being on the planet received a mark in some place on their body at the same time; these marks are the initials of your soulmate and their date of birth. What do you do when your soulmate is not the person that you have a relationship with?

Paring: Bucky x Reader

Words: 1956

Warnings: Angst, fuffly a

Thanks to @drinkfantasy for being my beta, you are Amazing and a cute pie.

Sequel to Every Road

credits to the gif owners


You were lost. A couple of days ago you had your life all figured out and now you don’t know what to do. You barely left your bed these days; all you did was cry and eat ice cream. You hated the feeling of uncertainty.

Your boss took pity of your situation and let you work from home for the next couple of weeks. You were grateful because you still didn’t feel ready to face the outside world.  You quickly realized that work from home is boring; you don’t have too much to do besides answering emails and revising files.

You used all this free time too clean your apartment; you threw everything that belonged to your ex away and everything you felt that didn’t belong to you anymore. You felt renewed, your placed started to look like yours again and getting rid of his things made you see you are really better off without him.

Part of you always knew that your relationship was better from the outside than in the inside, you just wish you had realized that by yourself and not because of the universe.

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Panem Et Circenses

Roma’s monologue from the latest chapter was what interested me the most more than any bloodshed depicted. (Yes, even more than Urie getting owned.) In particular her light reference to a latin phrase. 

Bread and Circuses or “Panem Et Circenses”, it’s a phrase used to describe appeasement of the masses, most particularly in the form of government. That public approval is best gained not through exemplary of excellent public service and police, but through distraction and satisfaction of the most immediate and shallow desires of the populace. 

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These Boots Were Made For...

 Author’s Note: Ahh, it’s my first piece!! Just wanted to get something out, mainly, to see what to expect in terms of feedback. It’s not as long as I would like it, but the situation is a bit short-term in regard to being a topic. Hope you enjoy!

Harry x (Y/N); fluff; friends

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Nice and Easy (Thomas Jefferson x Reader)

 AN: Here it is, finally!! I’m thinking there will be  a second part eventually

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Request: Anonymous- could you write a jefferson x reader with prompt 37 from the second list please?? soft smut if you can (bc im hella vanilla lmfao) w aah lots of hickeys and shit. if you can!! thank you && i absolutely adore your writing & you as a person!! you seem quite amazing ❤️❤️

37. “I want to hike up your skirt and take you right here.”

Warnings: I was not meant to write or have vanilla sex but here it is

Word Count: 5,408

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You didn’t know much about the man you worked for other than his name. You had never seen Thomas Jefferson. He was never there when you and the other maids went to clean his giant home that you thought Jay Gatsby would live in if he had the chance. It was a huge white mansion with pillars, courtyards with ponds, grand, spiraling staircases between the multiple floors,  and far too many rooms to count, despite your best efforts. All of the roughly five thousand bedrooms had their own closets and bathrooms, all of which had to be cleaned every other day even though they never looked as though they had been used. The whole house was to be scrubbed top to bottom multiple times a week. It was a lot of work, but the mystery man paid really well and you loved the girls you worked with.

You liked to think that Thomas was a real life Gatsby, what with all of the secrecy, rumors, and apparent wealth. All anyone knew was his name and the rumors to go along with it. One story was that he was an old man who had no family or friends to speak of. That he had a long, successful career that brought him his great wealth and that he now spent his days reading in more languages than anyone could count simply because he had nothing better to do. Another  was that he was, in fact, a young man who had married even younger. That he and his young wife traveled to grand places all over the world and were never home because of wealth on boths sides. Yet another  was that he was a middle aged lawyer who had had a wealthy husband who died and left his fortunes. That he stayed in the country a majority of the year because he could no longer handle life in the city without the man who had brought him there.

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