even though i lost some followers

HI, EVERYONE‼ ヾ(o✪‿✪o)シ

Neru here hoping that each one of you has been better than I was in these last months. There have only been a couple of them but I’ve really felt that some time has passed since I did the last of these. This time have been crazy for me because of many personal things, so much so that I lost some motivation to continue here and I even thought about deleting my account, but as you can see that didn’t happen and I tried to maintain my good mood as always. I had serious emotional shocks thanks to the fact that I got sick and even though I’m still recovering, I still have all the good vibes that one day my bad luck will end, who knows. I was very surprised to have received some messages from that and a lot of support from some people, and also that despite not being actively editing, having been able to reach the 28k followers, thank you very much for that, it was kinda unexpected! ♥

Today/tomorrow is Halloween so I hope you are having a nice time or are watching some good anime. I was never very open to communication with everyone, but even with that, I lost much more contact with some people with whom I spoke more often, and I didn’t even remember many of your for the url change, but I hope not have forgotten someone! 

—Now, here you have a list with very recommended blogs that you should follow

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PD: Oh! With some luck you all noticed that “unfollow” thing of tumblr since few months ago so, I didn’t unfollow you, don’t worry!

—I wish to each one of you have a spooky good day ♥

HAPPY HALLOWEEN ꐑ(*ꐌ◡ꐌꐐ*)࿐࿔࿓

Hey I wasn’t really planning to post this but some stuff came up so here we go:

• If you are a young teen and a full
grown adult is romantically interested in you, they probably aren’t interested in you for the right reasons.

• If you are in a relationship where someone is pressuring you to perform acts you aren’t ready for; you should leave that relationship

• You can be “mature for your age” but that doesn’t mean a 30 year old should be interested in a 15 year old as a partner.

• If someone is attracted to your naivety, that’s usually a red flag

• I’m 21 and even though I respect young teens, they still look like kids to me. I could never see one as a relationship partner. I don’t think that feeling is lost on other adults/young adults

• Overall just please stay safe and cautious. Some of my younger followers have come to me over things like this, and I just want you to be safe.

♡ Yeshi's 1st Mutual Appreciation Post !! ♡

Hello friends !! I’ve been on tumglr.hell for a little over a year now and I just hit 200+ followers !!! I’ve met so many new friends and wonderful people during my time on this website, and I’d like to thank all of you for being so so kind and making me laugh and smile (and sometimes a little disturbed) even though hard times :’)

Listed below are some of my beloved mutuals, friends, and favorite blogs. I can’t put into words how much I love all of you, some of you I’ve know for a long time and others I haven’t interacted with that much but I still love you lots and would not hesitate to take a bullet for you if the opportunity arose 👀👀

@kindates @naeqi @xandrs @romantical @oceaned @horncannon @godsigh @sugartreats @pilotmcclain @sort @monokoh @glowybf @yurlin @peachsugar @nectarwings @cocoacake @chaingrudge @cystars @kakashisbf @blossombriar @lesbianheart @starwing @deletedfootage @omegazone23 @partyt4lk @7eokjin @weiss-privilege @seurelia @cloudlimb @tatertotskie @ledyba @levanpolka @pdaful @teabud @shslgamer @starqate @abnormalize @starbeach

Thank you all again !! Ya girl Yeshi here sending you all good vibes ilysm 💕♥️💕💖💕

BTS Reaction-Strip Poker (18+)

Sure thing anon.   Here you go!!!  I’m sorry i’m behind on my reactions, ill be posting more as soon as I can.

I don’t own any of these gifs!  

Jin:  As you loose your last hand, you would be cautious and you started to slip your shirt over your head while he looked at you telling you how pretty you are.

Suga:  You would tell him you were nervous about being naked, so he would start to take off his shirt with you to make sure that you were feeling better and not as afraid.

J-Hope:  He would walk over to you once you lost your hand and help you take off your jeans, pushing you against the wall stealing little kisses as you take them off.

Rap Mon:  You slowly started to pull the strap down to your dress teasing him as you talked to him.  He tells you to stop talking as he walks closer to you and moves his hand on your back.

Jimin:  After you lost your hand, you would be scared to take off our shorts. however once Jimin got up and did a dance for you to encourage you, you had enough confidence to show him your whole body.

Tae:  “You lost noona, time to strip.”  He would say with a cute smile on his face.  You were nervous but the moment you felt his hand sliding up on your thigh you started to act on your emotions, taking your shirt off.

Kookie:  Once you said that you were nervous he would bring you close and kiss you first telling you he can help you calm your nerves.  “Even though you lost noona, I will join you and we can have some fun.”

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You’re one cool cat, Steve Harrington

Upset about his break-up with Nancy, Steve gets drunk and befriends a stray cat.
Word Count: 1.2k
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Steve Harrington is drunk.

He drank one, two, three, four, five beers. He counts them with his fingers and somehow finds six fingers sticking out.

Steve Harrington is cold.

His parents are gone, of course, but he still decided to drink outside by the pool instead of inside the house. Because if you’re drinking poolside, it’s a party, he had said to himself, two beers in. A pity party, he thinks now.

Steve Harrington is heartbroken.

He keeps thinking about how Nancy shotgunned a beer right over there, the night they got together. Or how in the summer they used to hang out by the pool nearly everyday.

He remembers how he threw her into the pool one day and she got him back six weeks later after he’d been lulled into a false sense of security. He had been fully clothed and eating a hot dog at the end-of-summer barbecue he had put together, when Nancy tackled him out of nowhere, dragging him into the pool with her. He can’t remember ever feeling so happy and in love as when they surfaced and Nancy spit water in his face before saying, “Who’s the ninja now?”

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Making Love

Rating: M

Summary: They say that there is a thin line between true love and stupidity… I don’t know where we fall Sakura, but who cares, right?


a/n: I wrote this right after my exams. I wrote this on a whim. I wrote this, not knowing I would be writing a fluff-smut fic.

This is a sort of sequel to Daddy-like Kid, starring Boruto and Sarada, but this fic can stand on its own. I don’t own Naruto. This is also posted in my Fan Fiction Account: AliceInRealWorld. I hope you guys will enjoy it! :3


I woke up with a sharp jolt. I didn’t have the time to remember the context of the nightmare. The dark room didn’t help. It only lured the images that had faded. The silence didn’t help. It only encouraged the voices of my distress that disrupted my sleep. It was the nightmare so disturbing that it left my heart to beat plangently, causing my ears to ring, making my head ache, tightening my chest.

Cold sweat started to secrete from my bare skin, mixing with the sticky precipitation that was produced from last night’s copulating.

I trembled. I waited for the pounding of my heart to slow down. I thought back the passionate hours to keep my mind from retracting in the darkness. I combated the blood-curling screams with the timbre of my Sakura’s pleased moans and small whimpers. I replaced the scenes of death with the picture of my wife’s pink hair, curtaining her bright green eyes as she erratically move her hips to achieve euphoria.

That’s right. It’s alright if I got roused again and had to relieve it by myself (it’s rude to wake someone up just for such insolent reason.)

I allowed myself to think of anything, everything, just to dispel affective residue of the nightmare.

Think of anything but that.

“Sasuke-kun.” I flinched.

A small, delicate hand patted my back. When I didn’t respond, the hand trailed on to my shoulder, squeezing it affectionately. She scooted closer so she can place her chin on the spot where the curse mark used to reside. “Do you want to talk about it?”

After hearing those words, the dangerous beating of my heart appeased. I bowed down and shook a no.

She made a sound behind her throat, a sign that she’s thinking of ways to distract me from my thoughts. The hand on my shoulder tickled its way down my sole arm. Her nimble fingers traced the visible veins and then it landed on my palm where she drew infinite spirals. She repeated this antic until my breathing went back to normal.

“I’m not supposed to say this.” She began as her hand clasped mine. She pressed her body closer, my bare back feeling her healthy breasts. “But I think Sarada has already forgotten about it, so I guess it is okay to share it.”

I squeezed her hand, silently encouraging her to continue.

She let out a giggle, “When Sarada was six she started a list that she called, ‘Things That I’m Gonna Tell Papa When He Comes Home.’

A small smile graced on my lips. I released Sakura’s hand then gently shrug her off. Understanding my actions, she moved away and began piling the pillows against the headboard. When that’s done, I rested my back on the make-shift lean. I opened my arm, gesturing her to come closer. She happily obliged. She took a small pillow, placed it on my nether region before sitting on my lap. I wrap my arm around her waist. She looped an arm round my neck. I pulled our comforter over our naked body.

“What does it contain?” I mumbled.

“Hmm…” She wondered as her fingers play with my hair. “On the… Let’s say, preface of her list, she said, ‘Papa comes home only once or twice a month. You have to persuade him to teach you something new.’ Then at the bottom, there’s a footnote that says, ‘You have to perfect everything that Papa teaches you Sarada! Shannaro!’

We chuckled quietly in unison. Nuzzling her cheek on the crook of my neck she continued, “If memory serves right, one of her anecdotes is when she finally perfected her shuriken throws. You should’ve seen her solo trainings Sasuke-kun. Every day, I had to tend her hands full of cuts and grazes.”

My eyebrows knotted as Sakura tells the story because of two reasons. One, old friends, regret and longing visited my chest. I wish I was there to see, watch her struggle for greatness.

“Oh! Speaking of training, next to shuriken throwing is, ‘The Day I Finally Created a Katon Goukakyuu!’” She made a circle in the air, her viridian eyes gleaming with pride. “She never faltered even if her cheeks are blistered!”

She laughed softly at the memory. She glanced up and reached for my forehead. “You know what Sasuke-kun?” She tenderly brushed away the bangs that’s covering my other eye then cupped my face, “She reminds me of you.”

And two-Sakura’s right, verbalizing my thoughts perfectly. Sarada reminds me of me, Sasuke, two decades younger. Sasuke with eyes that can shine even if they’re dark as coal. Sasuke who had his head lifted as he chase down his idol, his inspiration, his reason. Sasuke who died in my personal nightmare.

“She embodies you in so many ways. Not that I’m complaining though.” She sighed dramatically then pointedly followed, “But I wish a child would inherit some of my features.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Is that bad? That… she’s like me?”

‘lub-DUB…’

Do you think that she’ll also commit the same mistakes and sins that I did?

‘lub-DUB.’ Inferiority. ‘lub-DUB.’ Fear. ‘lub-DUB.’ Anxiety. ‘lub-DUB -!’

Do you think she’ll get lost on the darkness too?

‘LUB-DUB, LUB-DUB-!’ Trauma. ‘LUB-DUB, LUB-DUB-!’ Hatred. ‘LUB-DUB, LUB-DUB-!’ Loneliness-

‘LUB-DUB!’

The awful metamorphosis of my heart in the last moment of my childhood, hand in hand, the countless tomoe spiraled in to a constant repetition.

When can you say that you have atoned for the sins you have done?

“Sasuke, love.” I flinched.

Sakura ran her fingers through my hair as her other hand remained on my temple, keeping my bangs from covering my powerful eyes. She held their glare, showing no fear. “That’s not what I’m trying to say.”

I know. But…

“Is that bad?” I asked again, this time, it came out raspy and strained. “Do you think-”

She kissed the tip of my nose then pinched my cheeks, “Of course not! You got it all wrong Sasuke-kun!”

It was her blush and her futile effort to hide her breasts that supported her words, “ahhh I shouldn’t have said that! I’m sorry Sasuke-kun!”  

No. It’s my fault. Sometimes… This heart of mine falters easily when reminded of its old scars.

“Hn.” Having no idea how to return the ambiance of nostalgia, I turned my attention to her belly. In an attempt to distract myself from the rising panic, I started to map out the smooth pattern of her stretch marks.

She gasped at the touch. She replied by tugging at my hair. “It’s alright, Sasuke-kun.”

I have to turn the tables before this conversation went downhill. “What were you trying to say then?”

The crimson hue on her cheeks deepened. I pondered if it’s because the trail of my fingers was leading deep down to her thighs or it’s because of the illocutionary force behind her words.

Or maybe both.

“I remember another anecdote from her list.” She offered with voice strangled between decency and erotica. “T’was the d-day she went home late. Her eyes were puffy from crying and her glasses were broken.”

My hand paused when her words registered. “Who did it?” I asked sharply.

She massaged through my hair again to calm my nerves, “Sarada was bullied. When I asked her who and why, she won’t tell me because she knows that I’ll make a huge fuss about it.” She let out a melancholic sigh. “It was Naruto’s children who told me about it. Boruto explained, ‘we found her crying under the slide because some jerks broke her glasses and told her that she’s adopted.’

So that’s when she started to doubt her mother.

I pulled Sakura closer and planted a chase peck on her forehead.

She placed a hand on my chest as a response and connected the scars that decorate my skin. “But get this Sasuke-kun-Sarada entitled that anecdote ‘Daddy-like Kid.’ She cracked a smirk. “Himawari told me it was Boruto that calmed Sarada down.”

I kept my expression blank but no doubt she noticed my tense muscles. All of the emotions that surfaced because of the nightmare and unnecessary panic attack died down. However, to my demise, it was replaced by crazy assumptions, fueled by my fatherly instincts, suggesting of what could be the possible future of-

“Darling.” Sakura directed her lips on my ear, “Your jealous side is showing~”

I cringed back to glare at her properly, “I am not jealous.”

She narrowed her eyes mischievously, challenging my infamous glare, “oh really now.” She copied my smirk. “So it is fine that Sarada thinks of Boruto as-”

I dove down to capture her lips, preventing her from saying another word about the ridiculous matter. She giggled at my growls, still teasing through the use of lips and tongue and rising intimacy.

She tried to withdraw from the assaults of my mouth but failed ultimately. She instead let her body melt in to my dominance by audaciously asking for an entrance.

When I refused, she wrapped both arms around my neck and then swiftly shifted in to a straddling position to win back control. She now had me trapped between her legs, boldly showing what’s in between. And to further clarify the contexture of her demands, she lewdly ground her hips, flattening the pillow (and something else beneath it that’s throbbing) that prevents us from colliding.

I groaned out of frustration because that minimal amount of sensual pressure was not enough. And she took this as an opportunity to gasp for air as she annoyingly chortled. She brushed off my bangs again then placed her forehead to mine.

Our eyes met. “Are you okay now?”

I held her gaze. My heart picked up its pace. The countless, rotating tomoe dispel under her emerald eyes.  

Are you okay now?

Emerald eyes that have always been asking those words always have been looking at me even if it makes her cry. Those are the eyes that brought light to our coal black eyes, Sarada. The gleam that I never thought would come back. Those are the eyes that granted me the ability to think of a mirthful place in the midst of my chaotic mind. The place where all the forgotten beautiful memories reside that I never believed that could be revived.

           Am I okay now?

           Yes. Those are the emerald eyes that made me remember Sasuke who always die in the nightmares. Those are the beautiful eyes that beaconed as one of the proofs that there is something worth discovering, something worth protecting in this cruel world of ninjas.

“Sasuke-kun?” She caressed my cheeks.

           I captured her lips again, slowly, devotedly, reverting from the animalistic desires earlier. Her hands found their way to my hair again, tying knots, drawing me closer. My shoulders relaxed as the temperature of the room rose once again.

           Do you want to talk about it?

           It was my brother, Itachi’s love that demonstrated me the highest form of unmitigated familial love. It was the love that I have forgotten because it was buried underneath layers of deception, diffidence and corruption.

           “Sa-ku-ra…” My fingers outlined her spine with every syllable of her name, armed with the knowledge that the gesture turns her on.

           Yes. I want to talk about it but…

           It was Naruto, the idiot, which made me realize that I have someone who understands the pain and the loneliness of an orphaned kid starving for love-finding nothing but hatred. It was Naruto who swore that he would always willingly, stubbornly drag my ass back when I lost to the darkness again. It was him who taught me that it’s vacuous to sacrifice your own happiness so that you can cold-heartedly save the world.

           “S-sasuke…” She moaned as my lips ghosted to her jaw, then to her chin and then peppered hot nips on her neck. One of her hand relocated to my chest, drawing smooth lines leading leisurely down to my chiseled abs. She dared an experimental thrust, causing me to bite down at her pulse, earning herself a love mark and prizing me with the sweet sound of her whimpers.

           “Sakura…”

           -it was you who never did give up on loving me in spite of my countless, unforgivable attempts in ending your life. It was you-your lively eyes, your ever loyal heart, your boar-like determination that brought me in to conclusion that one of the justifiable means to obtain peace is to truly, faithfully, unconditionally love.

“Sasuke-kun…” She whined unabashedly as my lips latched themselves to one of her pink, perky breasts. Her hand ventured below the belt, trying to remove the pillow. It was my turn to halt her from getting what she wanted as I amorously embraced her closer, closer, until our torsos mashed. I rolled her other nipple between my teeth, making her arch her back, allowing me to behold a better view of her arousal.

I don’t know how to tell you.

I thought about it as I was on journey to redemption-it was Naruto and Itachi, my brothers who allowed me to forgive the world.

And that, it was team seven that reminded me what’s like to have a family.

“Sa-ku-ra-chan.” I mumbled against the valley of her bosoms. “You’re right…”

So, instead, let me show you…

-you who convinced me that it was time to forgive myself-

“A-about what, Sa-su-ke-kun?”

Let me prove to you…

-you, Sakura Uchiha, who strengthened our bond by graciously adopting my name even if you knew the burden it carried. Even if you knew I would be seldom home, resulting to numerous rumors about our marriage. For example, I chose you because of physical attraction or maybe because I couldn’t be bothered to search for a more suitable vassal to restore the Uchiha Clan.

I returned to her sweet lips and muttered, “I would love to make, I mean, see a child bearing your features~”

That I’m forever thankful…

As a respond to those accusations, you intrepidly showed those people, who would never understand, that the time you can truly say that it is love is when-even if every bits and pieces of flaws are laid bare and even if hope is just a small ray of light, it is enough to sacrifice, to inspire one in holding on and moving on along love and hate.

She shivered at my words. I tried to subtly slide away the pillow between our… a, object of desire but she ceased my attempt by clutching my waist with her muscled legs, pressing her drenched core to my abdomen.

That I love you too.

Darling… I want you to know that one of the things that Sarada listed…” She pulled at my hair to make me look at her irises again, staring me down, stating that her next words are quite important.

They say that there is a thin line between true love and stupidity…

“…she wants a baby brother…”

…I don’t know where we fall Sakura. But, who cares, right?

I narrowed my eyes mischievously, enjoying that flustered expression she had on her face, “oh really now.” I smirked.

We just love.

My hand moved on its own, searing every inch of skin it fondled.

“I love you Sasuke-kun…” She proclaimed once again.

These words are left unsaid yet you understand.

But before my lone hand wandered to the area where it would minister miracles (as she describes it)it folded into an all too familiar hand sign to give Sakura’s forehead a light tap.

That’s the reason why I chose you.

And it will always be you…


a/n: haha hope you guys enjoyed it. Been loving these two for a decade and thank heavens they’re canon. Don’t you think so too?

So I’m rewatching Blade of Marmora…

-Shiro is so concerned for Keith in the lion. He’s worried.
-when the Blades have Keith pinned and he says “Shiro, you know me!” That’s not something you’d say to someone you just met a few months ago.
-Shiro saying “he’ll never quit” almost sounds sad, because he knows Keith will get hurt.
-when fake Shiro shows up, real Shiro is livid, because they’re using his image to hurt Keith.
-Keith’s first instinct is to trust this Shiro, despite how he was acting a bit strange.
-“your friend desperately wants to see you” duh. Despite all of these mysteries he’s willing to die to learn, all he wants at that moment is Shiro.
-Shiro is Keith’s greatest hope and fear. His greatest hope is when Shiro is just there, happy and healthy. “His(Keith’s) greatest fear is that he’ll say or do something wrong and lose Shiro forever” which is exactly what happens.
-“Shiro, wait!” Steven voiced this part so beautifully. He put so much emotion and desperation into those two words. Despite what Shiro had said to him, despite the fact that he’s willingly leaving him behind, he still chases after Shiro. He can’t stand the thought of losing him again.
-real Shiro risking their ties with the Blade as he throws them off of him to go help Keith.
-the fear in Shiro’s eyes when he gets to Keith. He’s so scared. What if he’s too late?
-Shiro’s ready to attack the Blades again, but Keith would rather give up the blade than see Shiro get hurt because of him.
-when Keith is in the shack, he chooses Voltron and his life as a paladin over his parents and the knife and every mystery that’s been following him.
-Shiro’s look of awe as Keith awakens the blade.
-after being revealed to have Galra blood, Shiro doesn’t act hostile towards him at all, even though Shiro, other than Allura and Coran, is the only one who would be able to justify him treating Keith badly.
Ok, so I know some of these are out of order. Ugh. Also I had the entire thing typed up and then Tumblr shit itself and I lost the whole thing and almost cried. Anyways, DM me about Sheith or send me asks about Sheith. Just, anything Sheith. Please.

Little bunny

Based on: imagine 1, imagine 2 and imagine 3 from @middle-earth-imagines + imagine 4 from @imaginexhobbit.

I would like to dedicate this to the lovely @pureimagination01! Have some Bilbo-goodness!…. I had to write this…..

Originally posted by loriendesse

There he was, again. At first you had thought the Hobbit had got lost but now you were quite sure he was following you.

Everything had started some hours before.

Before starting an apparently very serious and private conversation with the Wizard, Lord Elrond had designated you to show the other uncommon guests their chambers: thirteen Dwarves and a Halfling were definitely uncommon but life in Rivendell could be a bit boring sometimes, so a little change was well-accepted. Besides, you had always been quite curious towards other races, even though you knew how much Dwarves despised Elves and it’d been clear from the very beginning that their arrival in Imladris wasn’t planned, at least not by them. You knew that Gandalf the Grey was Lord Elrond’s friend, so the real “news” was the little Halfling; nobody had seemed to pay much attention to him, not even his companions, so you didn’t know his name, you only knew that he looked bewildered and adorable.

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One of Us

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Summary: Toni tries to get Jughead for herself. How do Betty and Jughead react?

Word Count: 1577

Notes: For anyone who loves Toni, sorry for making her seem so terrible in this. I’m happy that in the 2x06, she said how she knew Jughead wasn’t over Betty. Truly, as a friend in the show, I think she’d be a good mentor for Jughead as he gets used to being a Serpent. But that kiss in 2x05? That was a no. I like the idea of them sticking together as Serpents though. Someone in there needs to look out for Jug while his dad isn’t around, in my opinion.


Toni Topaz tried to be quite the threat. Ever since Jughead had became a Serpent, she wanted him as her own. Sure, he had precious, supportive Betty Cooper as his girlfriend, but what could she do for him? Toni thought that with correct planning, she could kick Betty out for good.

The gang was in the Whyte Wyrm, like always. Jughead was sitting next to Sweetpea, rolling his eyes at whatever the taller boy was saying. Sweetpea could be quite the dumbass sometimes, but they two of them had grown to be friends over the past few months. Toni walked inside and caught the sight of the two boys, making her smirk. She then scanned the area, seeing that Jughead hadn’t brought Betty along with him today.

“Hi, Jug,” Toni said as she made her way over to the boy in the gray colored crown beanie. “Any plans today? Gonna head to the Northside? Act all prime and proper at Pop’s with your preppy friends?” She asked jokingly, raising her eyebrows at him as she took a seat in the barstool next to him. “Or… you gonna act like one of us today?” Toni was the only one who ever talked like this to him… the others were afraid to say anything like that being that FP was out of jail now. No one messes with a Jones too bad when the head one’s around.

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anonymous asked:

Greetings. (God, I feel like we should all be greeting each other in a way that shows mourning or something.) Anyway. So we've seen the gifs going around comparing Dean being pulled away from Cas vs Sam being pulled away from Jess. And I felt that, for sure. But when I saw Dean getting pulled away my first thought for his thinking was "Oh no, this is like purgatory all over again, please no, I can't loose him." Because the grey filters, the closing portal - Dean couldn't let it happen again. Ow.

Urgh yeah you are so right. Just like how Jensen said that it was ‘purgatory-ish’ it really was at the end there and that whole moment with Dean calling out to Cas whilst Sam pulled him back to the portal just was a perfect call back to that time in purgatory. 

I have NO DOUBT that that is what Dean thought of. 

Instead what he got was WORSE though! That is the kicker! Because Dean THOUGHT he had lost Cas through a portal… which potentially means he could find a way to save him… there was still some hope even in that moment of terror and “I can’t lose him again!”.

2 minutes later and he sees Cas stabbed through the chest with an angel blade followed by charred wings on the ground. Dean’s worst nightmare right in front of him. 

I also think that the purgatory call back was totally intentionally done by the writers/director because they wanted to make those last few moment as emotional as possible whilst also playing the destiel card. A sure fire way to get the destiel shippers worked up is to remind us of purgatory. As you said, the way it was shot, edited, framed and lit, it was all very purgatory and there is a reason for that. 

Remember as well that after purgatory Cas went through an entire arc of brainwashing that culminated in one of the most destielicious scenes the show has ever given us. Is this foreshadowing season 13? 

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Part The next morning Sakura woke up, found her fridge empty, and ran to the store to buy meat and eggs and milk. She brought everything home and started making pancakes and eggs by herself in the kitchen.

Konan was still asleep in the queen sized bed Sakura and her shared, and Gaara was…somewhere in the loft using a couple of old sleeping bags and the darkness he seemed so fond of.

The smell of sizzling sausage patties made Sakura’s mouth water even as she flipped another pancake into the glass dish. Three place settings had already been set up and she expected it wouldn’t be long before they were filled with new bodies, hungry for more food.

Oddly enough, it wasn’t Konan but Gaara who showed up first.

Sakura was turning around to grab a spatula when she noticed the shock of red hair. She gasped and dropped the utensils onto the counter and pulled the edges of her cardigan together.

“I didn’t hear you come down.” She shook her head and then swallowed. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to jump. Did you sleep well, Gaara?”

“I…believe so.” He blinked like there was still sleep in his eyes and then squinted at the sight in front of him. “I’m sorry, I don’t remember you. Where am I?”

Sakura felt a smile, loose and natural spread across her face. It was the sort of smile she got when talking to students who were honest in their interest or maybe a little lost. Sakura felt the urge to take care of the person in front of her.

“That’s okay, Gaara. You’re nowhere special or dangerous. Sit down and have something to eat, I’ll answer the questions I can.”

Sakura prepared a plate for him and told him what happened last night, excluding the parts where she had to pin him to the ground. Gaara listened silently, nodding along to show his interest. He didn’t ask any questions until Sakura was done, and even then, it was because she prodded him.

“It’s fuzzy, and I don’t remember much of anything right now, but I think it will clear up soon. Did you say that Kakuzu took the other to the…coven? A coven is a clan, correct?”

“I think so. Basically it’s just a group of magic users.”

“And magic is chakra,” Gaara said, more to himself than to her.

Sakura snapped her fingers. “Basically.”

Her phone dinged once and Sakura cursed, looking at the time.

“I have to go, I have classes today. I’ll be back around four. I’ve already texted Kakuzu my work itinerary so he knows not to come by if I’m not home. You and Konan have the day to yourself. Maybe some privacy would be good for you both. I don’t want to make you feel crowded.”

“You’re leaving?”

His voice made Sakura pause. There was something young and broken about it, even though it came from a man that ruled a small sand kingdom, according to Konan. Gaara was a leader of many people and an authority in their old world, but he sounded nothing like that picture Konan’s words painted. Gaara just sounded lost and broken to her.

Sakura hesitated. “You…want to come with me?”

He followed her wordlessly, ready and willing to follow her lead.

Sakura looked him over once and pulled up her magic, pushing it into the threads of his clothes thing until the rags were fixed and the trousers were modernized. It wasn’t exactly what he had been wearing before, but it was clean and neat enough to blend in with the rest of the academic youngsters.

“If anyone asks, you’re my TA hopeful.”

“What’s a TAhopeful?”

Sakura winced at the way it came out of his mouth. “Teaching assistant hopeful, TA hopeful, two words that time. Come on, I’m driving us there.” She pulled out her keys and aimed them at the cherry red Camry. “Get in the car.”

Gaara gulped.

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12x19 Deconstruction: Cas and Kelly, and Most of the Episode

Oh, this episode. This episode has me salivating with inspiration and a bit of worship - the structure is so damn good I want to just use it as a private staple from here on out. (I won’t.) (Or will I?…) Okay, let’s move onto the actual focus of this deconstruction: the baby. I have stated again and again how…

I do not believe the baby is evil - I believe it’s good

So let me here give you my foremost reasons for why I so firmly believe this, but first, can we just do a slow clap for the amazing work of writers Robert Berens and Meredith Glynn and the stunning job done on this episode by director Amanda Tapping? Thank you. (Yes, okay, let’s stop now.)

I’m going to have to dip into the entirety of this episode now in order to make my reasons for believing the baby is of the Good stick. I’ll spend an extra moment on the pivotal scene in the motel room, but honestly, this episode is so Cas/Kelly focused that it’s impossible not to look at the entirety of both of their story lines through every beat of this forty-two minute blitz of deep character development for Cas. It’s fucking amazingly crafted. Again, prostrated on the floor, Writers.

But what about Destiel?

Well, of course this is a Destiel heavy episode, and for very good reasons, too, but I’m going to discuss Dean as he relates to Cas’ character arc this time around, rather than how they both relate to their joint love story arc. (Okay, the love story arc will be part of this discussion because it can’t not be, but it won’t be in focus.) (There will be Destiel.) (Wait COME BACK I SAID THERE WILL BE DESTIE—… Good. Hi. There will be Destiel. Okay? Just alittlemoreCasKellybabydiscussionshhhhhhh let’s begin now.)

So, then: Why Is the Baby Good?

Oh, boy. The answer is a long and complex one, because it doesn’t really occur in one scene, rather it just keeps coming at you throughout the episode. And it starts as early as the recap sequence, where we’re reminded of Dagon’s role as Protector. The dialogue where she convinces Kelly to come with her is chilling, and significant:

Dagon: I’m a demon - you’re Rosemary, complete with baby. Kelly, the angels, the Wincesters, the good guys - they want you dead, but I can protect you. I can protect your son.

Even though Kelly might have had reservations, what happens when the Winchesters decide to interfere, tricking Kelly and more or less kidnapping her against her will, really only serves to prove one thing: they have nothing on Dagon.

Sam: We want to help.
Kelly: You call this helping?

Kelly has no faith in them whatsoever and when Dagon comes for her, she’s resigned to go with her - there’s no salvation to be had here, the Winchesters, whatever their motivation, can’t protect her or her child.

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Beto O'Rourke: Ted Cruz's Punk-Rock Problem
How a progressive congressman – and former bassist – from El Paso is threatening to unseat the Senate's most hated Republican.

I’m following this guy, and will probably send his campaign some $$$, even though I don’t live in Texas or have any connections to Texas. Regardless of what the experts say, I think he can win and move from the House to the Senate. Running as a Democrat for Ted Cruz’ Senate seat in Texas. Dems don’t win in Texas. But Beto O’Rourke has never lost a campaign. What do people in Texas think about Cruz? Some info to consider:

By the election – after Cruz grudgingly endorsed the man who threatened his wife and implicated his father in the plot to kill JFK – 49 percent of Texas voters disapproved of the job Cruz was doing. Today, his 37 percent approval rating in the state is about as dismal as Trump’s is nationally.

Some stuff about Beto O’Rourke:

Few people knew of his crusade to combat gang violence by legalizing marijuana, or the years he spent playing bass with Cedric Bixler-Zavala (now a member of the Mars Volta and At the Drive-In) in their old punk band Foss. That started to change last summer, after Speaker Paul Ryan ordered C-Span cameras turned off during Democrats’ 25-hour sit-in to protest inaction on gun control, and O'Rourke launched his own broadcast on Facebook Live (Ryan has since passed a measure that would fine live-streaming from the House floor). O'Rourke’s profile spiked again earlier this year after a blizzard canceled flights into D.C. – he and a Republican colleague, Rep. Will Hurd, live-streamed a 1,600-mile rental-car drive (#CongressionalCannonballRun) from Texas to the nation’s capital. Tens of thousands of people, including dozens of colleagues in the House and Senate, plus Mark Zuckerberg, tuned in for the 36-hour bipartisan “town hall,” during which O'Rourke and Hurd grabbed doughnuts, talked health care and border security, and made a detour to Graceland.

Besides supporting limits on guns, O'Rourke, who is 44, is pro-choice and a vocal advocate for comprehensive immigration reform. If that sounds like a tough way to win a race in Texas – where political moderation is considered symptomatic of a disease known as “Californication” – O'Rourke has vowed to do it without accepting a cent of PAC money. He has reason to be confident: For one thing, he’s never lost a race. He won his first bid for Congress campaigning in a district on the Mexican border, on a platform calling for the legalization of marijuana. His rival in the primary, an eight-term incumbent, had the full support of the Democratic establishment – Barack Obama endorsed him; Bill Clinton came to El Paso to stump – but O'Rourke, whose political career at the time consisted of two terms on the El Paso City Council, stole the seat nonetheless.

anonymous asked:

How about a bellarke something where one of them is way too emotionally invested in pumpkin carving

i loved this prompt, nonny. Also, side note. This Hocus Pocus drinking game exists. My friends and I do it every October and I strongly encourage others to participate! PSA over.


If there is one thing you should know about Clarke Griffin, it’s that Halloween is her absolute favorite holiday. The moment September fades into October, something unexplainable comes over her. She’s wearing her burgundy sweaters over her black cat t-shirts (and yes, she has quite a few of those) and she’s consuming all things pumpkin related. She also pulls out all the stops on Halloween decorations, even if her apartment is small and there really being no rhyme or reason for having ghost lights everywhere remotely possible. She fucking loves Halloween, okay?

It’s something her friends have gotten used to, thankfully, because honestly her obsession can be a little overwhelming at first. The first Halloween she ever spent with Raven in college she forced her roommate to sit down and watch Actual Cannibal Shia LaBeouf and then proceed to watch the entirety of the Evil Dead series (including the T.V show because she’s fucking thorough, okay?). Raven was a bit freaked out, especially when Clarke laughed as a zombie thing got maimed by a chainsaw hand, but she learned to love it. Just like the rest of her friends. Except Bellamy – he’s still getting used to it.

It’s the first Halloween they’re spending together since becoming an official item almost six months ago. They had friends for a while, though friends from a distance. As in they seemed to always have at least one class together each semester and found themselves sitting next to one another in each of them. And then studying together outside of class. And then running into each other at a party. The rest, really, is history.

Once an anti-Halloween extremist, she’s only just begun converting him to other side. She had thought dating someone who was so adamantly against Halloween was against her moral code, but then he smiled at her and made some nerdy history joke and, well, she was a lost cause. She’s been trying to ease him into it. Last weekend she and Raven had their annual Hocus Pocus night, during which they play a drinking game and get shit-faced drunk. They follow that by drunkenly watching all the Halloween episodes of Boy Meets World. It’s their thing. Bellamy joined them along with Raven’s new “friend” Luna. It was awfully double-date like, though Raven refuses to admit it. Bellamy seemed to enjoy the movie, even enthusiastically joining in the sing along versions of I Put A Spell on You. When she was left wearing the witch hat (rules say whoever has the witch hat at the end has to chug a beer), he cheered her on as she drank from her can of PBR. It was quite a bonding experience.

Deciding he was ready for the next step in the Halloween celebration, she convinced him to come over and carve pumpkins with her.

“Isn’t that something really cheesy couples do?” he had asked.

“Well, I don’t know if you know this, but we’re a pretty cheesy couple.”

He hadn’t been able to argue that. She had picked out the perfect pumpkins at the farmers market yesterday, perfectly rounded. She has newspaper lining her coffee table with the necessary tools. Bowls for the seeds, included. She likes to roast them. She is quing up the new season of Stanger Things when there is a soft knock on her door. She runs to open it, the fuzzy socks on her feet causing her to nearly slide into the door. She pulls it open and he’s standing there with a bottle of wine and grin.

She yanks him in and gives him a quick kiss. That’s something else she’s noticed about being with him – she could see him every day (and she pretty much does) and still gets excited to see him. He returns her enthusiasm with a laugh.

“Nice sweater,” he comments, nodding his head toward the embroidered pumkin on her chest.

“It’s festive!” she tells him. He moves to the kitchen and makes quick work of opening the bottle of wine. He pours them both a glass before joining her on the couch.

“I’ve never done this before,” he says as she slides her own pumpkin towards her, “Be gentle.”

“You’ll be fine,” she says and pats his leg. She grabs the knife and begins to saw off the top. Bellamy watches her carefully before she hands the knife over to him and he tries it on his own.

“Don’t stab yourself!” she worries when the knife punctures the side of the pumpkin. He sets it down and tries more carefully. She tries not to get distracted as his bicep flexes naturally with the pressure of the knife. She’s well aware of how lucky she is, after all, he’s a very attractive guy. Sometimes it’s still hard to believe that he chose her, of all people, the quiet art major who trips over her own feet. She’s definitely lucky.

She reaches into her pumpkin and begins to scoop out the seeds. This has always been her favorite part. When she was younger, she and her dad would carve pumpkins together and she loved to get her hands dirty. There was something so fun about scooping it out and making a mess. Maybe because her mom hated it and would fuss over it when they were finished, and her dad would give her a funny look to make everything better. She misses him, a lot. But she’s happy to continue the tradition with someone she cares about.

“Earth to Clarke,” Bellamy’s voice brings her from her memory, “You okay?”

She gives him a soft smile and hands over the spoon, “Yeah, I spaced out for a second. Time to get your hands dirty, Blake.”

She finishes cleaning out her pumpkin first begins to use the pencil to draw the outline of what she wants. She can’t just make a simple jack-o-lantern. No, she’s an artist. It has to be more. She loses herself in the sketching, making sure she gets the angles right and won’t be cutting into the pumpkin the wrong way. It has to be perfect.

She finishes up the sketch and picks up the knife. She sneaks a glance at Bellamy, who is still trying to get all the seeds out of his pumpkin. It had a lot more than hers did.

“It helps if you just stick your hand in there,” she encourages, and he sets the spoon down with a frustrated sigh before dipping his hand into the goopy mess. He sticks his tongue out in disgust.

“Don’t be a baby,” she teases and glares at her for dramatic effect. She laughs and turns her attention back to her own. Somewhere along the way, she gets lost in it. She moves the knife up and down, tracing the intricate design and ensuring everything is perfect. She isn’t sure how long it takes her, but when she finishes, she’s grinning triumphantly as the creepy forest looks back at her.

“You couldn’t just be a normal person and do a face with eyes?” Bellamy asks incredoulously as she shows him her design. He only has one triangle cut out of his own  and it’s a lopsided one. Poor guy.

“Just wait,” she smiles, standing up with the pumpkin in hand, “It’s going to look badass when I put a candle in it.”

She never gets to see it. As she makes her way to the kitchen, her sock gets caught on something, causing her to trip forward and lose her grip on the pumpkin. It hits the ground. She manages to catch herself on the counter top. It lands faces down on the wood floor and based on the orange mess coming from the sides, it’s not good.

“Dammit!” she yells. Bellamy is by her side in seconds.

“Jesus, Clarke,” he grabs her elbow to help her stand up straight. She just keeps staring at the pumpkin, her hard work all a smashed mess on the ground. She bends over and turns the pumpkin face up. The beautiful flowing forest is still there, it’s just dented in. And looks more like one sad little tree. Before she even realizes it’s happening, she finds herself sniffling.

“Clarke?” Bellamy’s voice is full of concern, his hand tugging on her elbow to make her look at him.

She’s embarrassed. She dropped her pumpkin and now she’s fucking crying over it like a baby. But seriously, she worked so hard on it. And now it’s all ruined.

“Are you…Clarke, are you crying?” his voice is soft when he asks her and tries to avoid his gaze. He places a hand under her chin and gently pushes her up to look at him. When she meets his eyes, he actually cracks a smile. She pushes away from him.

“It’s not funny!” she says moving away from him, upset that he seems to think her emotional reaction is humorous. Now she’s pissed. And she tends to also cry when she’s pissed.

“No!” he says immediately pulling her back to him, “It’s not that. It’s…”

He looks contemplative then. Afraid even. She’s never seen him look like that, which is strange, “What?”

He sighs, defeated, and returns his brown eyes to her blue ones. They’re filled with something new. Something very intense. Something like…

“I love you.”

Oh. She blinks at him stupidly, trying to process the words. She just slid on her own floor, dropped her intricately made pumpkin on the ground, and then cried about it like a child. And he…loves her?

“Shit,” he says when he takes a look at her face, which she imagines looks something along the lines of shock, “Too soon, right?”

He tries to back away from her, but her body finally kicks into gear. She wraps her arms around his waist and buries herself into him. He loves her. Even when she cries over pumpkins. What a guy,

“No,” she says finally pulling back and giving him a watery smile, because now she’s just happy. Happy that he chooses her, even when she’s crazy about a silly holiday. He chooses her when she acts like a fool. Happy because she’s been in love with him since the day she met him, basically, “I love you too.”

When he kisses her, it’s easy to forget about the smashed pumpkin. In fact, she forgets about the smashed pumpkin until they wake up the next day and she trips over it on her way to the coffee maker.

He tells her he loves her then, too.

I headcanon that BB-8 is like contantly underfoot and tries to follow Poe everywhere after the last jedi. He has horrible separation anxiety for a few days. Poe doesn’t mind even though he gets some weird looks when BB-8 starts to shriek when Poe is out of sight.

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Making Love

I woke up with a sharp jolt. I didn’t have the time to remember the context of the nightmare. The dark room didn’t help. It only lured the images that had faded. The silence didn’t help. It only encouraged the voices of my distress that disrupted my sleep. It was the nightmare so disturbing that it left my heart to beat plangently, causing my ears to ring, making my head ache, tightening my chest.

Cold sweat started to secrete from my bare skin, mixing with the sticky precipitation that was produced from last night’s copulating.

I trembled. I waited for the pounding of my heart to slow down. I thought back the passionate hours to keep my mind from retracting in the darkness. I combated the blood-curling screams with the timbre of my Sakura’s pleased moans and small whimpers. I replaced the scenes of death with the picture of my wife’s pink hair, curtaining her bright green eyes as she erratically move her hips to achieve euphoria.

That’s right. It’s alright if I got roused again and had to relieve it by myself (it’s rude to wake someone up just for such insolent reason.)

I allowed myself to think of anything, everything, just to dispel affective residue of the nightmare.

Think of anything but that.

“Sasuke-kun.” I flinched.

A small, delicate hand patted my back. When I didn’t respond, the hand trailed on to my shoulder, squeezing it affectionately. She scooted closer so she can place her chin on the spot where the curse mark used to reside. “Do you want to talk about it?”

After hearing those words, the dangerous beating of my heart appeased. I bowed down and shook a no.

She made a sound behind her throat, a sign that she’s thinking of ways to distract me from my thoughts. The hand on my shoulder tickled its way down my sole arm. Her nimble fingers traced the visible veins and then it landed on my palm where she drew infinite spirals. She repeated this antic until my breathing went back to normal.

“I’m not supposed to say this.” She began as her hand clasped mine. She pressed her body closer, my bare back feeling her healthy breasts. “But I think Sarada has already forgotten about it, so I guess it is okay to share it.”

I squeezed her hand, silently encouraging her to continue.

She let out a giggle, “When Sarada was six she started a list that she called, ‘Things That I’m Gonna Tell Papa When He Comes Home.’

A small smile graced on my lips. I released Sakura’s hand then gently shrug her off. Understanding my actions, she moved away and began piling the pillows against the headboard. When that’s done, I rested my back on the make-shift lean. I opened my arm, gesturing her to come closer. She happily obliged. She took a small pillow, placed it on my nether region before sitting on my lap. I wrap my arm around her waist. She looped an arm round my neck. I pulled our comforter over our naked body.

“What does it contain?” I mumbled.

“Hmm…” She wondered as her fingers play with my hair. “On the… Let’s say, preface of her list, she said, ‘Papa comes home only once or twice a month. You have to persuade him to teach you something new.’ Then at the bottom, there’s a footnote that says, ‘You have to perfect everything that Papa teaches you Sarada! Shannaro!’

We chuckled quietly in unison. Nuzzling her cheek on the crook of my neck she continued, “If memory serves right, one of her anecdotes is when she finally perfected her shuriken throws. You should’ve seen her solo trainings Sasuke-kun. Every day, I had to tend her hands full of cuts and grazes.”

My eyebrows knotted as Sakura tells the story because of two reasons. One, old friends, regret and longing visited my chest. I wish I was there to see, watch her struggle for greatness.

“Oh! Speaking of training, next to shuriken throwing is, ‘The Day I Finally Created a Katon Goukakyuu!’” She made a circle in the air, her viridian eyes gleaming with pride. “She never faltered even if her cheeks are blistered!”

She laughed softly at the memory. She glanced up and reached for my forehead. “You know what Sasuke-kun?” She tenderly brushed away the bangs that’s covering my other eye then cupped my face, “She reminds me of you.”

And two-Sakura’s right, verbalizing my thoughts perfectly. Sarada reminds me of me, Sasuke, two decades younger. Sasuke with eyes that can shine even if they’re dark as coal. Sasuke who had his head lifted as he chase down his idol, his inspiration, his reason. Sasuke who died in my personal nightmare.

“She embodies you in so many ways. Not that I’m complaining though.” She sighed dramatically then pointedly followed, “But I wish a child would inherit some of my features.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Is that bad? That… she’s like me?”

‘lub-DUB…’

Do you think that she’ll also commit the same mistakes and sins that I did?

‘lub-DUB.’ Inferiority. ‘lub-DUB.’ Fear. ‘lub-DUB.’ Anxiety. ‘lub-DUB -!’

Do you think she’ll get lost on the darkness too?

‘LUB-DUB, LUB-DUB-!’ Trauma. ‘LUB-DUB, LUB-DUB-!’ Hatred. ‘LUB-DUB, LUB-DUB-!’ Loneliness-

‘LUB-DUB!’

The awful metamorphosis of my heart in the last moment of my childhood,hand in hand, the countless tomoe spiraled in to a constant repetition.

When can you say that you have atoned for the sins you have done?

“Sasuke, love.” I flinched.

Sakura ran her fingers through my hair as her other hand remained on my temple, keeping my bangs from covering my powerful eyes. She held their glare, showing no fear. “That’s not what I’m trying to say.”

I know. But…

“Is that bad?” I asked again, this time, it came out raspy and strained. “Do you think-”

She kissed the tip of my nose then pinched my cheeks, “Of course not! You got it all wrong Sasuke-kun!”

It was her blush and her futile effort to hide her breasts that supported her words, “ahhh I shouldn’t have said that! I’m sorry Sasuke-kun!”  

No. It’s my fault. Sometimes… This heart of mine falters easily when reminded of its old scars.

“Hn.” Having no idea how to return the ambiance of nostalgia, I turned my attention to her belly. In an attempt to distract myself from the rising panic, I started to map out the smooth pattern of her stretch marks.

She gasped at the touch. She replied by tugging at my hair. “It’s alright, Sasuke-kun.”

I have to turn the tables before this conversation went downhill. “What were you trying to say then?”

The crimson hue on her cheeks deepened. I pondered if it’s because the trail of my fingers was leading deep down to her thighs or it’s because of the illocutionary force behind her words.

Or maybe both.

“I remember another anecdote from her list.” She offered with voice strangled between decency and erotica. “T’was the d-day she went home late. Her eyes were puffy from crying and her glasses were broken.”

My hand paused when her words registered. “Who did it?” I asked sharply.

 She massaged through my hair again to calm my nerves, “Sarada was bullied. When I asked her who and why, she won’t tell me because she knows that I’ll make a huge fuss about it.” She let out a melancholic sigh. “It was Naruto’s children who told me about it. Boruto explained, ‘we found her crying under the slide because some jerks broke her glasses and told her that she’s adopted.’

So that’s when she started to doubt her mother.

I pulled Sakura closer and planted a chase peck on her forehead.

She placed a hand on my chest as a response and connected the scars that decorate my skin. “But get this Sasuke-kun-Sarada entitled that anecdote ‘Daddy-like Kid.’ She cracked a smirk. “Himawari told me it was Boruto that calmed Sarada down.”

I kept my expression blank but no doubt she noticed my tense muscles. All of the emotions that surfaced because of the nightmare and unnecessary panic attack died down. However, to my demise, it was replaced by crazy assumptions, fueled by my fatherly instincts, suggesting of what could be the possible future of-

“Darling.” Sakura directed her lips on my ear, “Your jealous side is showing~”

I cringed back to glare at her properly, “I am not jealous.”

She narrowed her eyes mischievously, challenging my infamous glare, “oh really now.” She copied my smirk. “So it is fine that Sarada thinks of Boruto as-”

I dove down to capture her lips, preventing her from saying another word about the ridiculous matter. She giggled at my growls, still teasing through the use of lips and tongue and rising intimacy.

She tried to withdraw from the assaults of my mouth but failed ultimately. She instead let her body melt in to my dominance by audaciously asking for an entrance.

When I refused, she wrapped both arms around my neck and then swiftly shifted in to a straddling position to win back control. She now had me trapped between her legs, boldly showing what’s in between. And to further clarify the contexture of her demands, she lewdly ground her hips, flattening the pillow (and something else beneath it that’s throbbing) that prevents us from colliding.

I groaned out of frustration because that minimal amount of sensual pressure was not enough. And she took this as an opportunity to gasp for air as she annoyingly chortled. She brushed off my bangs again then placed her forehead to mine.

Our eyes met. “Are you okay now?”

I held her gaze. My heart picked up its pace. The countless, rotating tomoe dispel under her emerald eyes.  

Are you okay now?

Emerald eyes that have always been asking those words always have been looking at me even if it makes her cry. Those are the eyes that brought light to our coal black eyes, Sarada. The gleam that I never thought would come back. Those are the eyes that granted me the ability to think of a mirthful place in the midst of my chaotic mind. The place where all the forgotten beautiful memories reside that I never believed that could be revived.

            Am I okay now?

Yes. Those are the emerald eyes that made me remember Sasuke who always die in the nightmares. Those are the beautiful eyes that beaconed as one of the proofs that there is something worth discovering, something worth protecting in this cruel world of ninjas.

“Sasuke-kun?” She caressed my cheeks.

            I captured her lips again, slowly, devotedly, reverting from the animalistic desires earlier. Her hands found their way to my hair again, tying knots, drawing me closer. My shoulders relaxed as the temperature of the room rose once again.

            Do you want to talk about it?

            It was my brother, Itachi’s love that demonstrated me the highest form of unmitigated familial love. It was the love that I have forgotten because it was buried underneath layers of deception, diffidence and corruption.

            “Sa-ku-ra…” My fingers outlined her spine with every syllable of her name, armed with the knowledge that the gesture turns her on.

            Yes. I want to talk about it but…

            It was Naruto, the idiot, which made me realize that I have someone who understands the pain and the loneliness of an orphaned kid starving for love-finding nothing but hatred. It was Naruto who swore that he would always willingly, stubbornly drag my ass back when I lost to the darkness again. It was him who taught me that it’s vacuous to sacrifice your own happiness so that you can cold-heartedly save the world.

            “S-sasuke…” She moaned as my lips ghosted to her jaw, then to her chin and then peppered hot nips on her neck. One of her hand relocated to my chest, drawing smooth lines leading leisurely down to my chiseled abs. She dared an experimental thrust, causing me to bite down at her pulse, earning herself a love mark and prizing me with the sweet sound of her whimpers.

            “Sakura…”

            -it was you who never did give up on loving me in spite of my countless, unforgivable attempts in ending your life. It was you-your lively eyes, your ever loyal heart, your boar-like determination that brought me in to conclusion that one of the justifiable means to obtain peace is to truly, faithfully, unconditionally love.

“Sasuke-kun…” She whined unabashedly as my lips latched themselves to one of her pink, perky breasts. Her hand ventured below the belt, trying to remove the pillow. It was my turn to halt her from getting what she wanted as I amorously embraced her closer, closer, until our torsos mashed. I rolled her other nipple between my teeth, making her arch her back, allowing me to behold a better view of her arousal.

I don’t know how to tell you.

I thought about it as I was on journey to redemption-it was Naruto and Itachi, my brothers who allowed me to forgive the world.

And that, it was team seven that reminded me what’s like to have a family.

“Sa-ku-ra-chan.” I mumbled against the valley of her bosoms. “You’re right…”

So, instead, let me show you…

-you who convinced me that it was time to forgive myself-

“A-about what, Sa-su-ke-kun?”

Let me prove to you…

-you, Sakura Uchiha, who strengthened our bond by graciously adopting my name even if you knew the burden it carried. Even if you knew I would be seldom home, resulting to numerous rumors about our marriage. For example, I chose you because of physical attraction or maybe because I couldn’t be bothered to search for a more suitable vassal to restore the Uchiha Clan.

I returned to her sweet lips and muttered, “I would love to make, I mean, see a child bearing your features~”

That I’m forever thankful…

As a respond to those accusations, you intrepidly showed those people, who would never understand, that the time you can truly say that it is love is when-even if every bits and pieces of flaws are laid bare and even if hope is just a small ray of light, it is enough to sacrifice, to inspire one in holding on and moving on along love and hate.

She shivered at my words. I tried to subtly slide away the pillow between our… a, object of desire but she ceased my attempt by clutching my waist with her muscled legs, pressing her drenched core to my abdomen.

That I love you too.

Darling… I want you to know that one of the things that Sarada listed…” She pulled at my hair to make me look at her irises again, staring me down, stating that her next words are quite important.

They say that there is a thin line between true love and stupidity…

“…she wants a baby brother…”

…I don’t know where we fall Sakura. But, who cares, right?

I narrowed my eyes mischievously, enjoying that flustered expression she had on her face, “oh really now.” I smirked.

We just love.  

My hand moved on its own, searing every inch of skin it fondled.

“I love you Sasuke-kun…” She proclaimed once again.

These words are left unsaid yet you understand.

But before my lone hand wandered to the area where it would minister miracles (as she describes it)it folded into an all too familiar hand sign to give Sakura’s forehead a light tap.

That’s the reason why I chose you.

And it will always be you…

The Yule Ball. [Newt x Reader]

Originally posted by trechos-of-books

A/N: merry christmas everyone! sorry for the late thingie I was celebrating for a while and had the most horrible hangover ever. This could be tied into Peculiar, but it’s not canonically correct. Either way, names are used. Still, hope you like it! <3 (side note: still working on masterlist. new one should be either today or tomorrow)
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MASTERLIST. KO-FI.

It had taken all of his courage, despite the two of you now being together, to make those words spill from his mouth. It was a big jumble of incoherent meek murmurs but you most certainly understood what Newt Scamander had in mind when in a heated breath he mumbled, “this—Yule-I…maybe, you…have…” his hands then jittered in the air as if it would be easier to convey his point, “…please?” the look in his magnificent green eyes was hopeful and strained with cracking nerves. The tension in the air – one he was imagining, no doubt – was deflated along with his tensed shoulders as a brilliant smile bloomed on your face with a small tint of a blush on your cheeks.

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