i felt like this must be shared!

older ace story

I’m 29, and I just wanted to share somma my thoughts and experiences as an older ace guy.  kinda long but you may enjoy it

highschool I started noticing I felt attraction towards the same sex like I did the opposite sex.  it wasn’t til my feelings for someone I knew of the same sex continued on through college that I really started reflecting on what was going on inside me.  after a lotta work, I realized I must be bi, though I kept this to myself

in college (~20 years old) I learned about asexuality and tried to imagine what it’d be like to not feel sexual attraction.  I couldn’t.  and about a year later, my sister linked me to a vid on asexuality, thinking it might apply to me.  I watched it and thought “that’s not me”

the biggest problem with a lack of visibility and understanding around asexuality is a lot of people who ARE ace pass it right by.  we have no frame of reference to realize that what we feel isn’t sexual attraction.  we naturally associate the feelings we do get with the feelings everyone else does.  how could we think any different?  that’s the difficult part

but fact is, we do sense something different in ourselves we can’t reconcile.  things we interpret as people exaggerating, or being funny, or having active imaginations, in fact stem from them experiencing a type of attraction we don’t have access to.  feelings of inadequacy, or confusion, or incompetence, stem from the inability to experience a type of attraction others do

I thought I knew what I wanted back then, and I did.  I wanted love, affection, tenderness.  that was only possible through a relationship.  so naturally, that’s what I wanted.  but, I’d constantly find myself worrying whether I’d be able to handle the sexual part.  I spent a lot of time bargaining with myself.  a lot.  I avoided people in general, cuz I knew in my heart I wouldn’t be able to handle it if it grew to that level

being ace opened a lot of interpersonal issues for me.  I felt I couldn’t relate to anyone anymore.  more accurately, that no one could relate to me.  I felt no one felt how I did.  and yet, I felt sexual attraction.  I wanted this.  so why did I feel alone?  why couldn’t I handle it?  why?

it wasn’t til way past college (~26 years old) that I realized that sexual attraction refers to SEXUAL ATTRACTION.  not the feeling of butterflies.  not the feeling of wanting to hold someone’s hand.  or wanting to see someone smile.  it’s specific.  and refers to sexuality, cuz it’s important to people.  and EVEN THEN it took another year to realize the “sexual” suffix in sexual identities ALSO refers to this sexual attraction.  it sounds stupid, but that’s the position a lotta of aces find themselves in their lives, suddenly

by this time, I’d already come out to a few people as bi.  I was comfortable with it, sorta attached to it.  and I had people in my life I could directly relate to cuzza it.  I liked myself as a bi person.  but with the realization of what bisexual really meant…

I had to ask myself.  do I feel sexual attraction towards multiple genders?  at first I thought yes, but I constantly reminded myself what sexual attraction actually was.  so the answer was no.  then I asked, is there even the slightest chance I’d be okay with having sex?  with anyone?  regardless of gender?  I knew the answer was no.  but it took months to get to that answer.  I’m pretty sure there’s even a post here of me bargaining with myself on the topic of sex a few years ago.  I knew it would close so many doors for me.  I didn’t want that to happen

when I finally realized I must be ace, I thought “okay.  all those issues I have around sex make sense now.  but I still get crushes on more than one gender, so I’ll say I’m a biromantic ace”  it was nice cuz I got to keep somma my bi identity

just like sexual attraction, I thought for sure I felt romantic attraction.  in a way, realizing the difference between romantic feelings and platonic feelings was even harder than with sexual feelings

I knew about aromanticism but didn’t think much bout it til last year, when I saw a list of things an aro person might not be into.  I started thinking “what makes these romantic in the first place…?  I could do these with a friend” which quickly spiraled into “what’s the difference between romantic and platonic feelings??”  

I spent so much time trying to figure it out.  that prolly shoulda been a dead giveaway that I was aro, but lolol.  tbh I still don’t understand the difference.  maybe someday I’ll understand.  but it’s okay if I never do. 

everything I feel is platonic, and I love it.  finally everything makes sense.  I feel happy and healthy and like myself.  I love being ace and I love being aro and finding the type of love I always wanted… my life is so so full

anyways, thanks for reading.  I hope it can help someone!  and I hope to see more ace experiences and positivity as we continue forward

Forbidden Love | Epilogue

▷ Jimin Angst

❥ “I think about you a little more than I should..”

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Epilogue

Rubbing your sleepy eyes, you read the last message over again. He’s in front of your apartment?

Slowly, you turned your head to your right and glanced at Jimin, realizing that he was sound asleep.

Carefully, you unwrapped his arm from your middle and placed a soft kiss on his temple before you walked out of your shared bedroom.

Still confused, you walked downstairs, trying to ignore the uneasy feeling. What was he doing here at this hour?

The minute you opened the door, you were met with a completely drenched Taehyung. Slowly, he looked up and connected his blank looking eyes with yours.

Shocked, you looked at his pale face. “Taehyung, what happened to you? Why are you-”

Before you could end your sentence, he closed his eyes and whispered. “Y/N, can you hug me, please?”

Frozen, you looked at him. “W-What?”

He opened his eyes again, letting the now newly formed tears roll down his face. “Please..”

Unsure what to do, you hesitantly opened your arms. Without waiting any second, he walked forward and wrapped his arms around your body, making sure to hold you close as he started crying on your shoulder.

You, on the other hand, stood there, arms frozen mid air, not sure about your next move. What happened to him? Why was he crying?

The moment you heard his sobs, you wrapped your arms around his shaking body and stroke his back. “Shh, it’s okay.. Everything is going to be okay..”

Closing the door, you wrapped your hand around his wrist and dragged him to your living room.

Without saying anything he followed you and laid his head on your lap when you both sat down on your sofa.

Sitting there together, none of you saying anything. You placed your hand on his head, stroking his hair softly in order to calm him down a little bit.

Suddenly, you heard him whisper. “I’m sorry, Y/N.. I’m sorry for everything she has done to you..”

Your body stiffened when you heard those words, remembering the day she had “visited” you at the hospital.


Flashback: Three years ago..

“How are you feeling, Y/N?”

You looked up from your hands and connected your eyes with hers, inwardly being thankful that she was the first one to speak up and break the uncomfortable tension in the hospital room.

Lifting the corners of your lips slightly, you nodded once as you looked down at your fiddling hands again. “Good.. I think… Could have been better..”

“Stop pretending.”

When you heard her cold voice, your head snapped up. “W-What?”

Standing up from the chair, she crossed her arms in front of her chest and walked towards your bed. “I know that you’re still pregnant, you can’t fool me.”

You opened your eyes widely as you tried to control your breathing, the smirk plastered on her face making it hard for you to concentrate. “H-How do you know?”

A sarcastic chuckle left her mouth. “Money is everything, sweetie. And it’s even easier if you have a friend working at the hospital. It wasn’t hard to get your documents, darling.”

“What do you want, Hara?”

“I heard that there is a chance that your poor heart won’t be able to survive the labor. What a pity..”

You clenched your jaw and closed your eyes, the words coming out of your mouth as a hiss. “Hara, tell me what you want!”

“I don’t like sharing, Y/N. So leave. Go without saying anything. I don’t want to see you near Jimin or Taehyung ever again!”

End of Flashback


You snapped out of your thoughts when you felt Taehyung’s hands on your arms. "You must have suffered a lot.. Why didn’t you tell me?!“

Getting out of his grip, you looked away. “It doesn’t matter anymore, Taehyung.. My son has already lived three years without his father..”

“No! You can’t just forget all the things she has done to you! You shouldn’t! Y/N-”

Just before he could end his sentence, you heard a loud banging against your apartment door, making you both jump on your spot. “Open the door! Don’t listen to him, Y/N! Open the door!”

Your body shot up the moment you recognized the voice, making your heart race against your rib cage as the fear started bubbling up in your body. “T-Taehyung! She’s here! She’s going to take my child!”

“What’s going on? Taehyung? What are you doing here?” When you heard Jimin’s sleepy voice, you turned around immediately, running towards him as you clutched his t-shirt with your shaking hands. “Jimin! Hara is here! Go to Jihyun and stay beside him! She’s going to take him!”

“Y/N-”

“No, Jimin go upstairs and-”

“Baby, calm down-”

“-make sure he doesn’t leave his room-”

“Y/N!”

You flinched when you heard Jimin’s loud voice, a loud sob escaping your mouth when he wrapped his strong arms around your body. “She can’t do anything! Not when I’m here! Who is she to take our son away from us! She can’t do anything!”

You looked at him with fearful eyes when he planted a soft kiss against your lips before he walked towards the apartment door, ready to open it to a shouting Hara.

From the corner of your eyes, you saw Taehyung standing near the sofa, his hands formed into fists, looking away with an unreadable expression plastered on his face.

The minute Jimin opened the door, Hara lunged into your apartment, immediately walking towards you.

Before you could even step away from her, she wrapped her hands around your arms and looked into your eyes with her teary ones, repeating each word as she shook her head from side to side. “Don’t listen to Taehyung, Y/N! He’s lying! He was the one who-”

Without having the chance to end her sentence, Hara was yanked away from you by Taehyung, his hand placed on her mouth as he hissed. “Shut up!”

Confused, you looked at them. What was he hiding?

You watched how Hara yanked his hand away, pushing him away as she shouted. “No! I will no longer do what you say to me! You already took three years away from them, Taehyung! And you’re still lying to her! Why can’t you let them in peace?!”

Taehyung hissed again. “I told you to shut up-”

“T-Taehyung, what is she saying?” You looked at him with pleading eyes, hoping that your thoughts were wrong.

“He forced me, Y/N! He forced me to send those messages! He was the one who send me to your hospital room! He’s the reason why Jihyun lived without his father for three years!”

And in that moment, you felt like a bullet went through your chest. Your vision started getting blurry, your weak knees failing on you, making you collapse on the floor.

The last thing you saw was a furious Jimin punching Taehyung in the face and a worried Hara shouting your name as you were welcomed by the darkness.


When you opened your eyes, you were lying on the sofa with a worried Jimin sitting beside you, making sure that you were okay.

When Jimin realized that you were awake, he immediately wrapped his arms around your body and started placing several kisses on your face. “How are you feeling? Are you okay? Should we go to the hospital? Is your head hurting? Y/N, should I call an ambulance-”

You caressed his face softly as you leaned your forehead against his. “Shh, I’m okay.. I’m okay..”

Intertwining your hand with his, you leaned back a little bit and turned your head around, looking at Taehyung who was sitting on the opposite sofa, his face covered with newly formed bruises from earlier.

Taking a deep breath, you closed your eyes and asked. “Why did you do that?”

You opened your eyes when you realized that he wasn’t going to answer. “Taehyung, why did you do that?”

“I still love you.”

The minute Jimin heard his answer, he lunged forward but you stopped him with your hand, your eyes now fixed on Hara’s sad face.

Taking another deep breath, you turned to Jimin. “Jimin, why don’t you take Hara and go out a little bit. I think she needs a little bit of fresh air-”

Jimin furrowed his eyebrows. “No! I’m not leaving you alone with that bastard!”

Stoking his hand, you whispered. “Jimin, please. Hara doesn’t look good.. Do it for me, hm?”

Huffing loudly, Jimin stood up from the sofa and walked towards Hara, making sure to help her stand up since she was struggling with her growing baby bump.

When you were sure that they were out of the house, you placed your head in your hands and started talking. “You lied to me, Taehyung.”

No answer.

“You told me that you found a new home, that you’re in love with her.”

“No, I didn’t. At first, I thought that she was the one. She made me happy. I felt at home. But then I realized that she wasn’t you. I realized that I longed your voice, your touch, I longed you, Y/N..”

“Taehyung, she loves you! Can’t you see that she’s hurting?! You’re hurting her!”

“I’m hurting too! Can’t you see that I’m a wreck without you?!”

“Taehyung, you’re now married and your second child is on its way. You have a family who loves you no matter what.. They are the reason for your happiness-”

“No! I’m not happy! I’m not happy without you, Y/N! And if I’m not happy, then you can’t be happy too! That’s why I forced Hara to send those messages! I wanted to prevent seeing you three happy as a family!“

A sarcastic chuckle escaped your mouth. "You’re selfish, Taehyung.”

He shook his head. “No, I’m in love.”

“That’s not love. That can’t be love..”

“No matter what you say, Y/N, I’ll fight for you! I’ll win you back! You were mine and I’ll make sure that you’ll be mine again!”

You shook you’re head from side to side. “No, I’ll never be yours again. The more you try to destroy my family, the more we will hold onto each other and be happy. Do you know why, Taehyung?”

You watched how his strong expression turned into a hurt one when he looked at your lifted hand, his eyes fixed on your ring finger.

“We’re getting married, Taehyung. And no matter what you do, I’ll always go back to Jimin. I’m sorry, but I’m in love with him, Taehyung-ah. You can’t change that..”

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Romeo Must Die {Aaliyah’s first big screen role} is released 17 years ago today {March 22, 2000}.

It is Andrzej Bartkowiak’s directorial debut with fight choreography by Corey Yuen. This film stars Jet Li, Aaliyah, Isaiah Washington, Russell Wong, Delroy Lindo, Henry O, Anthony Anderson and DMX. RMD had a budget of $25 Million but successfully grossed $91 Million worldwide and made it to the #2 movie on US charts.

The film’s setting is Oakland, California, but other than a few establishing shots, film production was entirely in Vancouver, British Columbia. The original ending of the movie was of Aaliyah and Jet Li’s characters kissing; a scene that did not test well and was ridiculed by the urban audience at a pre-release screening. Jet Li stated they filmed both {with and without the kiss} and dediced against the kissing scene because it was “somewhat strange and awkward” for Han to have witnessed his father’s suicide and then to come out and kiss someone. The studio modified the ending with Aaliyah giving Jet Li’s character a tight hug instead – did they walk away holding hands? — . According to a Filipino American director Gene Cajayon, “Mainstream America, for the most part, gets uncomfortable with seeing an Asian man portrayed in a sexual light.”


“I tried to play a trick on Jet, but it didn’t quite work. We were supposed to kiss and hug in the last scene. Right before we kissed, I put in these really disgusting false teeth and tried to shock him, but he is so focused, he didn’t crack a smile!” Aaliyah says on a failed attempt to prank her costar on the set of Romeo Must Die. “He didn’t flinch until the camera shut off and then he laughed. He liked it, but I felt like such a fool. I planned it for the whole movie and then, I couldn’t pull it off”.


Aaliyah enjoyed wearing her fake teeth on the set and pranked many of her costars on the set. Even off the set, she would wear her fake teeth and prank her best friend Missy Elliott. “One time, she put these big fake teeth in her mouth, the kind you get at a joke shop, and she came into my room and started doing the scenes from Romeo Must Die. Her personality was very playful, but she was also equally caring and compassionate” – Missy Elliott shares on her fondest memory of Aaliyah with this false teeth.


Jet Li was asked what his reaction was when he found out Aaliyah died. His response: “She was a very sweet girl and she was very charming. When she was on the set, she brought a lot of energy; she made everyone happy and would sing all the time. I was in China working on Hero and I heard the terrible news, we lost a best friend. She is still living in a lot of people’s hearts.”  When Jet Li was in New York being interviewed on the TODAY show. He commented “I have some memories of this very beautiful city … but it still makes me think about Aaliyah. She was such a talented girl and some locations when you pass by every day, you still think about her”.

Pen Pals

Pairing: Newt Scamander X Reader

Requested: Yes

@thatthinghasclaws:  Newt Scamander soulmate AU? Where you can see what the other one writes on their skin. :)

A/N: Arg, this is probably so bad. Sorry for making you guys wait for so long! I’ve been super busy but I finally finished! Thank you so much for waiting patiently!

*****

~(Y/N)’s P.O.V.~

A lot of strange things started happening ever since you turned eleven and found out about a magical world that was living parallel to the only world you thought existed; the Muggle world. That is, if you could even call it a world at all, what’s a world without magic? But, if possible, things were getting even weirder now.

You were sitting at a desk in a boring Transfiguration class, fighting hard to keep your eyelids from falling. Professor Dumbledore was happily explaining about some fancy Transfiguration spells, preparing you and all of the other Fifth Years for the upcoming O.W.L.s. Oh, the dreadful O.W.L.s. You shivered at the thought, reminding yourself that you still had a little over a week to prepare.

Still bored, you discreetly glance over at Newt Scamander, who was sitting a few seats away to your left. He looked as enthusiastic about all this as the rest of the class. You watched him scribble down a few notes and admired his neat-messy handwriting from afar before he snaps his head up and his green eyes meet yours. You quickly avert your eyes and pretend that nothing happened.
You and he had a…“strictly platonic”…okay fine, “not even really friends yet” type of relationship. There was no denying you had a massive crush on the freckled Hufflepuff, but you were sure that he didn’t share the same feelings. Ah well, maybe something would happen eventually, but that was currently the last thing you wanted to worry about.

“(Y/N), are you following along? You seem distracted.” Professor Dumbledore says curtly, snapping you out of your thoughts.

You nod your head furiously, hair flying everywhere, desperately hoping you looked alert or better yet; awake. He smiles.

“Well if that’s so, will you please tell the class what I was going to turn this goblet into?” he asks with a sweet smile, his eyes twinkling from behind his glasses.

“Umm, a potato?” you say idiotically, mentally facepalming yourself and giving up on life in general, as the whole class started giggling uncontrollably. Some boys even fell out of their chairs, for dramatic effect of course. You rolled your eyes and giggled too, if you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em!

You hopefully glanced at Newt and your heart jumped slightly as you saw him chuckling too. Yes, you made him laugh! Well, he was probably laughing at you but you still made him laugh and that was good enough for you.

*****

~Newt’s P.O.V.~

He laughed softly and looked at you through his long lashes. There was no denying it, he had strong feelings for you but he was always too shy to gather the courage to talk to you.
Sighing quietly, he admired your handwriting from his seat, thinking that the tiny letters looked as adorable as you did.

*****

~(Y/N)’s P.O.V.~

“Please pay attention now (Y/N), I want you to do well,” Dumbledore says gently yet firmly and you nod, relieved that you weren’t getting detention.

Minutes passed and the class returned to its boring state. You sighed and picked up your feathered quill and dipped the tip in ink.
You lazily proceeded to draw on the back of your hand, writing random little phrases and words.

*****

~Newt’s P.O.V.~

He jumped slightly in his seat as he felt a tingling sensation tickling the back of his left hand.
He cautiously looked around to make sure no one else saw his little jump and he peered at his hand. The words I’m so bored appeared on his hand in what appeared to be black ink, as if the letters were being written on with an invisible pen in the air.

He blinked a couple times, utterly confused. What was going on? Were these words reflecting his feelings? He definitely felt bored but this hasn’t happened before?…

He felt tingling again and he quickly looked down.

Lalalalalalalalala was scribbled across the palm of his hand now.
Yeah, these definitely weren’t his thoughts and this was all getting more than a little strange.

He picked up his own quill and dipped it in a vial of ink. He was going to try something…
The tip of his quill moved swiftly across the soft flesh of his hand.

*****

~(Y/N)’s P.O.V.~

You yelp as you feel tingling on the back of your hand next to your own little scrawls.
You watch in surprise and wonder as delicate little letters appear, spelling out Hello?

Professor Dumbledore turns to you again after hearing your surprised little sound and quirks up an eyebrow.

“What is it this time (Y/N)? Would you like to share with the class why you felt the need to take such a sharp intake of breath?” he smiles kindly as you shake your head furiously, and he resumes his lesson.

Shaking nervously you grip your quill and write on your hand again. All the ink of your precious conversations, if you even call them conversations, was still etched onto your soft flesh.

Hi. What’s going on and who are you? you write.

The tingling comes back.

Beats me, though I must admit this is rather fascinating. Who are you?

No fair, I asked first.

Well, I asked last.

Okay fine, just tell me this; you aren’t some murderer, right?

Oh no, definitely not. If it makes you fell any better I attend Hogwarts and I’m sitting in a rather boring class right now. This is quite the highlight of my day.

Oh thank goodness, I’m at Hogwarts too! Maybe we could try finding each other?

You were slowly starting to inch your way up your arm for you were running out of room on your hand.

*****

~Newt’s P.O.V.~

Well, this is very interesting, he thought as he dipped his quill in ink again.

Or maybe we should keep this anonymous? That way we could talk without feeling awkward around each other. What do you say?

He waits patiently, drumming his fingers on his desk, eagerly waiting for a reply.

Sure! We could be pen pals! Cheesy, I know but it will definitely keep us entertained during boring classes, like the one I’m in right now.

Pen pals it is! Who’s class are you in right now?

Dumbledore. You?

Same, actually! So we have now established that we are also in the same year, how exciting!

Yay, this will definitely be fun. But do you have any idea why all this is even happening?

No idea. But I’m glad I’ve found a new friend, even if I don’t exactly know who you are. I’m terribly sorry if this is getting weird, but I already like you.

Brilliant, I like you already too! And don’t worry, it will definitely get weirder once you’ve seen my doodles. Now, on to more pressing matters; we seem to have run out of space on our left arms, how do we erase all this?!

*****

~(Y/N)’s P.O.V.~

Turns out that a little bit of soap and water did the trick, no magic was needed. You and your pen pal had become rather close in the next few weeks and you learned that the two of you were of the opposite gender. That made it even more exciting for you in a way.

You always felt like you had a secret, a good secret, making sure to cover up your arms with your robes after a long class.

You were making your way to the nearest washroom to rid your skin of ink when you bumped into Newt on the way.

You blush as you realize who you just crashed into and your hand instinctively pulls down the sleeves of your robes, hiding the smudges of ink and your conversations with your secret friend.

“Ah, sorry about that…” Newt apologizes with a gentle smile.

“It’s fine,” you say quickly and you mentally slap yourself. Great job, the one time you ever talked to your crush and you had to say “I’m fine”? Arg, you always blew it.

Without saying another word, you scurry off to your next class, plop yourself down in your chair and pull out a vial of ink. You try to find a bare spot on your arms and you manage to squeeze in a tiny sentence.

*****

~Newt’s P.O.V.~

He was still blushing after your little encounter and he felt a tingle on his arm as he sat down in the library to study for he was done all his classes for the day.

Hey, we’re like, super tight now right?

He smiles and pulls out his own quill, swiftly replying.

Yeah, I mean, we have been chatting for over a month now. I’d say we’re pretty close and we know quite a bit about each other.

Okay, good because I wanted to ask you for some advice. I have a crush and he’s a dude and since you’re a dude too you know stuff that I don’t, am I right?

Umm, sure? I guess that makes sense.

Well, here I go anyways. So I’ve liked him for quite some time now and I just bumped into him in the hallways but I really couldn’t bring myself to say anything, what should I do?

Blimey, I just met my crush in the hallways a few minutes ago! he wrote, shaking his head in wonder. You two were more alike than he thought.

Ah! Okay, answer my questions later. Tell me all about her!

Well, I’m in the same situation as you. I’ve liked her since I’ve laid eyes on her but I’m too shy to make a move.

I suggest talking to her! How bad can it be? You’ve got to work up some courage and I’m sure you’ll do great! I believe in you!

I could say the same to you! Why don’t we both attempt to talk to our crushes and meet up to see how it went.

Wait, did you just say meet up!?

Yeah, I’d say it’s about time to see each other, wouldn’t you?

Yes!!! I’ve been waiting for this moment! I’m sure you’re lovely!

*****

~(Y/N)’s P.O.V.~

You agreed to meet up with PP (your nickname for your pen pal) by the main entrance. But before that happened, you had to try to work up the guts to talk to Newt. Yeah, that was the tricky part.

He found you before you saw him.

“Umm hi (Y/N),” he said with a shy grin, his beautiful hair falling like a halo on his head. You stood there like an idiot, no words coming out.

Abort mission! Abort mission! you scream in your head.

“I’m sorry Newt, I can’t talk right now. I need to meet someone.” you blurt before rushing off towards the main entrance.

Well, that failed.
You hold back tears as you run.

*****

~Newt’s P.O.V.~

Well, that failed.
He miserably watched you go and felt something odd in his chest. His breathing got heavier. Did you just reject him or were you just really busy? He couldn’t say.

He finally decided that he should probably go meet his pen pal. At least that would cheer him up.

“Oh, Mr. Scamander! Will you help me move these textbooks to another room?” Professor Dumbledore asks Newt, beckoning him over.

Newt opens his mouth to tell him that he was busy but the professor would hear none of it. Newt sighed and made a mental note to apologize to his pen pal later.

*****

~(Y/N)’s P.O.V.~

Hello? you write, standing alone by the entrance, finally beginning to calm down after the very one-sided conversation with Newt. You hadn’t meant to seem rude, you just…panicked.
You’ve been waiting for 20 minutes now and no one showed up.

I’m on my way!

A frantic scribble appears next to your sentence and you huff, slightly annoyed yet still tingling with excitement. Even though you had failed to talk to Newt, you were finally going to meet your new friend!

Soon, you hear footsteps running towards you and you turn, only to see Newt panting a couple feet away from you. What was he doing here?

“Hi, Newt. Umm, what are you doing here?” you ask, your voice coming out as a little squeak as he straightens up.

“Uh, I am here to meet someone.”

Your heart fell as he looked away, clearly avoiding eye contact. When would your pen pal show up?

*****

~Newt’s P.O.V.~

Oh no, why was she here? He was even more nervous now than before!
He hastily looked away before blushing furiously, refusing to face her.

The two of you stood opposite to each other, both leaning against the wall, waiting and not daring to speak to each other for you were both nervously shaking.

******

~(Y/N)’s P.O.V.~

You frantically pull out your quill and shakily start to write.

Where are you?

A tingle.

I’m here waiting for you!

You blink as the writing appears and your breath hitches in the back of your throat. It couldn’t be…

You and Newt both turn and spontaneously walk towards each other.

You shakily lift up your arm and he does too, like a mirror mimicking your precise movements.

Your arms are now side by side and the words you just exchanged were both printed on your forearms.

You tilt your head up just enough to look at him and your eyes brighten with realization.

“It’s you.” you both murmur at the same time.

Derek Hale Imagine

Originally posted by kal-el

Imagine finding out about Derek being your mate

Strangely it wasn’t the usual cliche when a bad guy was spilling the beans, ultimately changing your life altogether. Because in the end it was Peter Hale who was blurting the big secret out. 

You both were bent over the many open books spread on the table in the living room of the loft. There was a new threat on the horizon and this already felt like the usual go-to strategy. Lydia and Stiles decided to do their own research at his place.

Since you were little you used to hang out with the Hale boys, feeling like you three were a close-knit group, even when you were all teenagers. 

Of course you couldn’t help it sometimes that you felt something more than friendship towards Derek. Maybe you were a masochist, when it was clear that the brooding Hale sibling only saw you as his best friend or probably even his sister.

A glance at the clock made you nervous as you thought about Derek tracking the creature’s footprints in the woods. “When was Derek supposed to come back again?”

You could literally feel Peter roll his eyes in aggravation behind you. “Don’t worry. If anything Derek would never do us the favor to get himself killed,” he said monotonously. You sent him a lazy glare, already used to Peter’s antics, which he ignored. “Besides, you’d feel it when something was wrong.”

He was so deeply immersed in his thoughts that he didn’t notice what he was saying.

“What?”

“Because you’re his mate - oh shit.” His head whipped in her direction, his hands covered his mouth like he just uttered a big secret.

“What did you just say?!”

“Oops.”

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Automated Responses

So, I’m a bit of a nerd. I admit it. When I first got into this sugaring thing several years ago, I was lost. I stumbled around, was taken advantage of several times, I had lots of dates blow up in my face (pun intended). And I really got nothing out of it. So, this second time around, I wanted to make sure I didn’t waste my time.

My solution? READ
I purchased lots of books (on my Kindle) on sugar babying (if that’s a verb). Taylor B. Jones’s book. The Liedra Lawson book (even though it’s now laughably dated). The Ho Tactics book (personal favorite). Among others. I read this shit out of these last summer and go back to them frequently.

And one of my favorite tips from all of them, specifically Taylor’s book, is automated responses.

Before, I used to spend so much damn time answering messages and talking all about myself when most men would NEVER put that much effort into responding to me. It was exhausting! It made searching for a sugar daddy even more of a job than it already felt like. I was not having it. So, I came up with a system.

1) On my profile, I specifically state that men must a) tell me their name, b) must share their private photos with me before requesting mine, c) must state why they think we’d be a good match based on my profile. If they do not do all three, I simply send back a message stating “Hi __blank___. Please see my profile for tips on messaging me and requesting my private photos. Thank you and have a happy __whateverdayitis___.” That is #AutomatedResponse1.

2) When they do follow instructions –Keep in mind, those that don’t, will NOT get a response from me. If they won’t take the time to do three simple things, I know they won’t take the time to be good SDs. Very easy way to weed out fakes! –anyway, I respond with a more lengthy automated message. A) I tell them thank you for their message. B) I write something person from their profile that caught my attention. C) Then I ask 5 questions that I expect them to answer. My questions are i) what are they looking for in a relationship/how many arrangements have they had? ii) what’s they’re relationship status. iii) why did they want a sugar baby in the first place iv) what are their likes -sports, movies, food, etc.. And v) what is their budget for an arrangement. After all, if their budget is too low, then I don’t want to waste anyone’s time here.

Also note, those men who don’t want to answer question 5 about budgets, have always consistently ended up screwing me over. So now, if they don’t answer or say “Let’s talk about it in person”, I write them off. Fuck anyone who won’t take the time to answer my questions, number one. And number two, if they don’t have a budget in mind or don’t want to tell you what it is, they don’t have one. They just want to fuck you for free. Which I’m not about.

I’ve learned a lot with these automated questions. A guy might seem really nice and then as soon as I send this message, he’ll call me all sorts of names simply for trying to get some basic info from him. Or likewise, a guy will seem on the cheap side but when he answers, will pleasantly surprise me with his ideal arrangement budget. It’s a quick way to get info. I keep these questions in a Google Doc and simply copy and paste them into messages and change only subtle things, depending on what I read in my POTs profile.

I’ve found this really helps streamline the process of messaging guys back and getting as much info with the minimal amount of effort. Please feel free to take my questions! Remember, if he won’t answer the questions, he’s not worth your time!

Always- An Ivar Imagine

So @whenimaunicorn sent me the prompt: “Truth or Dare? I dare you to spend the rest of the night tied to Prince Ivar at the wrists.” Thanks for the prompt!

Here is the result. More angst than originally planned. Oops?

TW: mild sexual content, infidelity

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You had never known Hvitserk to be cruel.

Okay, that was a lie. You had never known him to be cruel to you. Other people were another story. But tonight, tonight you fell into that category of “other people”. For what he had done, you would consider the cruelest thing of all.

It had started innocent, a game of truth or dare among brothers and friends. It was a game played often, as you had known the Ragnarssons since you were all grubby children, playing in the mud. The ale and laughter had flowed, to the point where you could almost forget the aching hole that was etched permanently upon your heart. But then, it had been your turn. You had chosen dare. And Hvitserk, drunk and careless, had dared you to spend the rest of the night, tethered by the wrists, to none other than Ivar.

Ivar, the man you were hopelessly in love with. Ivar, the man you could not stay away from. Ivar, the man who would never be wholly yours.

You agreed to the dare, not only to be spared the severe penalty but to savour any sort of closeness you could get with the Prince.

You moved to sit beside Ivar. Someone came and bound your wrists together, you didn’t know who. All you could focus on were her eyes, staring at you from across the table, hating you. Wishing you would one day take to your father’s fishing boat and not return. Drowned, dragged to the bottom of the sea, a sea that she could somehow bend to her will. She knew, she knew that his heart lay with you and not with her. She was a pawn, a token used for land and power and offspring with a strong bloodline. You, you were the fire in his blood, the beating of his heart, the name on his lips when he took her to bed.

But you were a nobody, and princes did not end up with nobodies. They had mothers and fathers and brothers who pushed for alliances, for duty, for the good of the people. They ended up with someone who could give them those things.

You were not that someone.

You could feel Ivar’s skin next to yours, where your wrists touched, warm and familiar. It made you ache for an easier time, when there was nothing but bare skin and love and the hopes of the young and foolish. Hopes you could one day be together, love freely and without restraint. You hardly got any time with each other now. Every moment you could spend by his side was a precious one.

As if he could sense your distress, your lover placed your linked hands under the table, onto your thigh. He had not said anything when Hvitserk had issued the dare. He had not protested, had not insisted it be an insult to his wife to be tied to another woman. He had simply let it happen. A choice. A declaration. You over her, every time. And she knew it.

The weight of your joined hands on your thigh was comforting, a balm amidst the tension that was threatening to suffocate you. She flicked her eyes down to the table, disgust marring her pretty face. To her, you were worthless. She could not see what kept drawing him to you. You both knew she didn’t love him, only married him for the name and the power and the role of duty. But it irked her to no end that he did not fall at her feet like all the others, did not desire her body. She wanted to catch her prey, but he kept slipping through her net.

The game continued on. You could not focus. Ivar’s hand had inched higher up your thigh, fingers stroking over the soft material of your dress. Her eyes were now on her husband, cold and stony. He growled, baring sharp white teeth as his fingers sunk deep into your thigh. Baiting her, showing her what she was to him. The title of wife meant nothing.

It should have comforted you, to know he only wanted you. That she was nothing to him. But it still hurt. It hurt to know she carried the title of wife, and not you. It hurt to know she was by his side, would one day grow round with his child in her belly. She would have his future, and you would be naught but a secret in the dark. You did not want to share, you wanted all of him. Every moment, every look, every touch. It was not enough to know he loved you. Your heart was greedy. It wanted everything, for it and it alone.

Ivar pushed your joined hands further into your lap, fingers teasing your flesh. You could feel the desire flowing through them, his simmering need for you. With her, it was all about business, securing a child. With you, it was love and passion and burning, all consuming need. You did not get many chances to be together, and every encounter was a like a wild summer storm, fierce and raging.

He stopped his movements on your thigh, instead leaning over to ghost his lips over the shell of your ear. No one was watching but her, no one cared but her. You should have felt bad for her, how must it feel knowing your husband cares not for you? But you did not. You would never see her as anything more than a thief. A thief who stole your happy future.

“Truth or dare?” Ivar whispered softly in your ear, voice laced with a dark lust. You shivered as his words slid over your skin like a silken scarf.

“Dare,” you whispered back, not daring to look at his face.

He leaned closer, his heady scent enveloping you like a tender embrace.

“I dare you to take me to bed. My bed.”

He meant the bed he shared with her, in the back of the Great Hall. You sucked in a breath. You had always met somewhere, never had he taken you in that bed, since he had gotten married. It was probably a bad idea.

But you did not care.

You stood up, grabbing Ivar’s crutches for him from where they leaned upon his chair. He allowed himself to give you a heated smirk, before the two of you awkwardly made your way towards the back of the Hall.

Her eyes followed you the whole way there.

But once you were enclosed in his private quarters, all thoughts but Ivar left your mind. He somehow managed to get his knife out of his belt, cut your bonds and throw you onto the bed with a few smooth motions. You eagerly reached for him as he lowered himself out of his crutches, desperate to feel all of him against you.

You needed him like air, you craved him like a drug. He fell upon you with a fervour only he could have, all groping hands and hungry kisses and loud, needy moans. He did not try to quiet himself, he did not care if she heard. If anyone heard. You found you did not care either. You arched into him and let him sweep you away in a tidal wave of pleasure.

He took you fast, and he took you hard. No loving caresses, no soft teasing, no slow and sweet build up. Pure carnal desire, the kind that leaves delicious aches and bruises to savour. Ivar in his truest form, making you cry out, making you beg for more, more, more. You knew nothing but the slide of hot, slippery skin, the taste of salt and sweat, the stars exploding behind your eyelids.

After, you curled yourself around him, pressing your shaking body as close as you could get. He enclosed you in his arms, letting you rest against him as you both caught your breath. As you laid there, your euphoria faded, and the ache in your heart returned.

“It should be enough,” you said softly, tracing a pattern over his chest with your fingers. “It should be enough to share you, and know that it is me who holds your heart. People do it all the time. Look at your brothers, sharing Margrethe between them. But I am selfish. I want you all to myself. I want to be your only wife, and the only woman you take to bed. I want to give you all your children. Is that wrong?”

He began to stroke his fingers through your long hair, blunt nails scratching gently over your scalp.

“It is not wrong,” he said, voice rumbling in his chest. “It is not wrong, for I feel the same way. I do not want to be tied to her. I do not want her to bear my children. I chose you, and only you, a long time ago. When I think of how I would feel if our situations were reversed, I want to kill something. The thought of another man touching your makes me sick.”

It made you sick, too. You twisted so you could press a soft kiss to the underside of his jaw.

“If only I was not who I am. If only I was like her, from a family worthy-”

He cut you off with a firm hand to your throat, pulling you on top of him so he could look at you with angry eyes.

“Do not ever say that again,” he growls, fingers squeezing, squeezing. “Do not wish you were anything but what you are. You are perfect. You are not less than her. Do you hear me?”

You nod, and his fingers relax. His eyes, however, stayed hard and blazing.

“I will find a way,” he vowed. “I will find a way to weaken her father, to make it so he is not more powerful than us. I married his daughter so he would not overpower us; I will make it so he has no power, and so I will no longer be in need of my marriage. Then,” his face softens ever so slightly, “then I will be free to marry whom I wish.”

It was a lot to promise, and probably very much unlikely to come true. But you clung to his words like a child clings to its mother’s skirts. A distant hope. You leaned forward to press a kiss to his lips.

“I should go,” you whispered, thinking of her sitting in the Great Hall. “I should go before she comes to you.”

His grip on you tightened, possessive. “No. You will stay. She will not come to me tonight. You will stay, and let me hold you. I will wake at least once with you in my arms.”

You knew you should leave, before leaving got any harder, but a night in his arms was more than you ever got. So you agreed, nestling down against him, letting him wrap himself around you. The darkness pressed around you like a comforting blanket, wrapping you up in a world where you could pretend only the two of you existed.

“Truth or dare,” you whispered, finding his hand in the dark.

“Truth,” his hand was warm, calloused, perfect.

“Will you always love me? No matter what our lives become?” You knew the answer. But to hear it was a bandage across your broken heart

A sigh. A kiss on your head. Broad fingers squeezed yours.

“Always.”

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I known with Vikings sharing is caring, but I imagine some of them are not into it. Happy Sunday! ❤️

Habits (Jason Todd x Reader)

A/N: I’m a little nervous to take a jump into a fandom I look up to so much but I hope I did it justice. Enjoy!

Prompt: You bake when you’re stressed and sometimes you give me cookies, but recently you’re giving me whole baskets each day, now I’m not complaining but are you okay?

Theme: (little) angst, comfort


There was a new motorcycle parked in the spot next to yours, you noticed drearily as you slammed your car door. Locking it and double checking you didn’t leave any valuables in the car, you trudged to your own apartment, feet feeling like lead on the stairs. The new motorcycle meant you had a new neighbor, since the parking spots were in order with apartments. Vaguely you hoped they would be quiet during daytime hours, sighing as you fumbled with your keys to your door before you let yourself in. Kicking off your shoes by the entry, you threw your bag somewhere into the void of the apartment and rubbed your eyes. Beelining straight for your bed, you blearily set an alarm for your next shift and passed out soundly on top of the duvet, not bothered at all by Gotham’s daytime chatter.

For the next few weeks your schedule consisted of eating, sleeping and working, forgetting about your new neighbor until you saw him for the first time as you were leaving for work.You had just left the apartment building and were walking to your car when the motorcycle screeched to a stop in the spot next to you, a rider fiddling with his helmet. The dark visor turned to you and you gave a half-hearted wave before collapsing into your car, ready to start another twelve hour shift. You directed your eyes to your cell phone as you saw it blinking with your mom’s name on it, answering it half heartedly as you started to drive. You had a sense of dread even before she began talking, and you let out a despondent sigh as she reported that your gran was back in the hospital from the cancer. Agreeing to see her and the family within the next week, you hung up, pulling to a stop at a red light and closing your eyes, trying to find peace before your shift.

You saw your new neighbor in passing between tough shifts and family meetings, giving waves and hellos when you saw him. He was a tall guy around your age, black hair with the odd tuft of white, muscular build and bright eyes. He ignored you at first, then the odd stare, then advancement into nods for greetings. He was quiet during the day, and you often saw him coming back at odd hours like yourself, so you figured he worked night shift as well.

Unlocking your apartment door, you huffed out a large sigh and threw your bag to the other side of the room, groaning and kicking your sofa. Working so many hours, family stress, it was starting to hit you hard, and you considered yourself a resilient person. Noticing the time, you pursed your lips as you knew the corner grocery shop was open, and the stress was making you jittery and craving some sweets. Your grandmother was an intense baker, and she passed her knowledge onto you. You had time, and most of the day off, and you were sure some cookies would perk your gran right up in the hospital. Nodding, you grabbed your keys and debit card, smart enough not to walk with a full wallet in Gotham, and headed out the door.

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anonymous asked:

can you write one where steve gets home from a mission with a beard and surprises you?

i feel like i didn’t do this justice but it was a FANTASTIC request


You lay in your bed, which you normally share with Steve, but tonight, he’s on a mission, and you’re all alone. He was supposed to come back yesterday, but they haven’t finished up yet, so he doesn’t know when he’ll be home. It could be tomorrow, it could be next week.

You must’ve been asleep for an hour before you felt the bed sink down next to you, and you guess that Steve’s home. Excitement rushes through you, and you’re awake immediately, turning yourself to face him.

You wrap your arms around his torso, and you can feel the bandages beneath his shirt. He kisses the top of your head, holding you close to him.

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Lena Comforts Kara Pre- and Post-Rescue

She wants to tell her it’s not a good time.

She wants to tell her she has to go.

Because it’s complicated enough.

This balance of Kara Danvers and Supergirl.

She wants to tell her another time, that she has to go, but she can’t.

Can’t, because she needs Lena’s voice like she needs to find Alex, and she thinks maybe, maybe, she can start to understand why Maggie needs Alex so badly.

“It’s not a good time, actually, Lena, but um… I can… I’m so sorry, but I could use some…”

“Kara? What is it, what’s wrong? What do you need?”

Her voice breaks in her throat on the words as they try to come out.

Because she’s already destroyed Alex by exposing herself to Rick. Even if it was an accident.

She couldn’t afford accidents.

Not even, apparently, accidents that happened a decade ago.

“Where are you, Kara? Should I come meet you? I can leave right now – ”

“No, no, I just… just tell me, Lena.”

“Tell you what, Kara?” Her voice is nectar and her voice is comfort, and her voice is Kara’s cocoon, her refuge, her place to hide from the fact that her sister is dying, slowly and terribly, and it’s entirely her fault and there’s nothing she can do to stop it.

“Tell me it’s going to work out. Tell me it’s going to be okay?”

Her voice cracks into the question, and she doesn’t even have the emotional reserves left to be embarrassed.

“Kara, it… yes. Yes, it’s going to be okay. Everything’s going to be okay.”

Lena sounds baffled and she maybe sounds a little bit scared, but Kara will make it up to her.

When Alex is safe.

When Lena’s words become reality and everything is okay again.

“Lena?”

“Yes Kara?”

“You promise?”

There’s a pause, and Kara wonders what Lena’s doing. Where she is. How she looks. If she has that look on her face that Kara has come to think of as her own.

Lena’s Kara Danvers Look.

“Yes, Kara. I promise.”

“Thank you. I… I have to go. Lena. Thank you.”

“Always, Kara. Always.”

She still sounds baffled, but she also sounds sincere.

Because she is.

It steels Kara for the rest of her day.

And it encourages Kara to call her back, after she’s spent a night with her sister and her sister’s girlfriend, both her and Maggie protecting Alex from nightmares. Protecting themselves from nightmares (and failing).

She calls Lena back, then, because Alex’s body is curled into Maggie’s, and they love each other – Kara didn’t understand, before, didn’t see it, not really, not like this, but now? now, there is no doubt in her mind and no doubt in her heart – and they, too, deserve the alone time she’d had with Alex the evening before.

So she calls Lena, and Lena picks up on the first ring, and Kara’s heart flies faster than her body.

“Kara, I was just thinking of you. Are you alright? Did everything work out yesterday?”

Kara glances back into Alex’s apartment with her x-ray vision and smiles at the image of Maggie’s arms still shielding Alex’s body.

“It did. Yeah. Thank you so much for… I don’t know, I guess I was kind of weird – ”

“No, not at all. Difficult times call for reassurance from… friends. It’s understandable, Kara, you have nothing to apologize for.”

She smiles and she tries not to blush and she fidgets because god, she hopes Lena wants to see her half as badly as she wants to see Lena.

“You wanted advice about something?” she reminds her, and Lena brushes her off.

“That resolved itself, too,” she tells her, and Kara can almost feel her thinking.

“Listen, Kara, I know it’s not our usual day and time, but… there’s this new brunch place I was hoping we could try – ”

“Yes! Absolutely! As long as there’s no kale this time – ”

“There will not be a leaf of kale in sight, I promise you,” Lena pledges.

Kara’s just glad at least one of Lena’s promises from the last couple of days has been true: everything did work out alright, but Kara did see kale. A lot of it.

But Lena valiantly maneuvered orders to keep it off Kara’s plate, ensuring that she only got the fluffiest pancakes, the crispiest waffles, and the freshest orange juice.

“Do you want to talk about whatever happened that had you so upset?” she asks when their laughter about Kara’s war against kale fades.

“You have so much going on, Lena, after Jack – ”

“That doesn’t mean you don’t have a lot going on, too, Kara. I don’t only want to be here for you when things are easy for me, you know. That’s not what I want to be to you.” She clears her throat. “That’s not the kind of friend I want to be to you.”

Kara’s heart sinks, and she can’t – or won’t – quite identify why.

“I…” She picks at her pancakes without eating them, and that’s when Lena is sure something dreadful must have happened. She puts her hands over Kara’s and swipes her thumbs across the backs of her hands.

“What is it, Kara?”

“My sister was in trouble. She… she almost died, it… and it was my fault, I was stupid, I put her in that situation, and then I made it worse, and her girlfriend was right the whole time but I didn’t listen to her, and it’s okay now, everything’s okay now, like you promised, but I just… Lena, it was my fault. All of it. My sister could have died – and even as it is, she suffered so much – and it was my fault.”

Lena’s eyes mist and she stares at the woman she’s come to hold in such high regard. Higher regard than she’s ever held anyone, really. She doesn’t stop to wonder about that, because she can’t.

She can’t lose this friendship. No. Absolutely not.

“You know, when Lex… made a name for himself…” Lena pulls a slight face at her own euphemism, and Kara smiles softly, turning her hands up so her palms are touching Lena’s, so she can stroke Lena’s hands with her own thumbs, too.

Neither of them acknowledge out loud that they’re holding hands, now, though neither of them can quite take their eyes off the sight for a long moment.

“I was convinced,” Lena presses on, because she cannot lose Kara’s friendship, “that it was my fault.”

“What?”

Lena smiles at Kara’s indigence. “When someone tells you all the wrongs in the world are on your shoulders enough times, Kara, it’s quite easy to start believing it.”

Kara thinks of the woman in front of her, and her eyes swim.

She thinks of her sister and Eliza, and her eyes nearly drown.

Drowning.

No.

She forces her entire mind back to Lena.

“You know it’s not true though, right? Even if it felt that way, Lena, it’s not your fault. None of it.”

Lena smiles and leans forward, whispering like they’re sharing an intimate secret.

Whispering like she’d whispered that Kara was her hero.

It melts Kara from the inside out, in all the most pleasant ways.

“Well, similar logic would suggest that what your sister endured wasn’t your fault either, Kara Danvers.”

Kara smiles and shakes her head softly before she looks up and squeals because her second order of waffles has arrived.

“I’ll never understand how you manage to eat all that, Kara, but I must say, it’s extremely endearing.”

Her smile is wholesome and her smile is adoring.

Her smile, to put it plainly, is perfect.

Kara beams and, appetite somewhat restored under the watchful, caring eyes of this woman who promised her everything would be alright, shovels a forkful of both pancake and waffle into her mouth.

She barely chews, takes a gigantic swallow, and grins.

“You’ll understand one day,” she says, and Lena believes her.

We Don’t Talk Anymore: Tom Holland

Word Count: 1.3k
Warning(s): None
Pairing: Tom Holland x reader
Request: Hi! I love your writing, and was wondering if you could do a song fic to “We Don’t Talk Anymore” by Charlie Puth and Selena Gomez.
A/N: First time ever writing a song request based Imagine, so feedback would be greatly appreciated.


Tom lay in his seemingly empty bed, thinking. Thinking about everything and anything as he attempted to distract himself. But his effort was in vein as she somehow had managed to worm her way into his head again, the way she always did.

He wished they still talked.

He wished they still shared laughs.

We don’t talk anymore, we don’t talk anymore
We don’t talk anymore, like we used to do
We don’t love anymore
What was all of it for?
Oh, we don’t talk anymore, like we used to do

Tom grew bitter as he remembered the rumor that went around. Apparently, Y/N had already moved on. She had found the one she’d been looking for. Tom only wished he’d known it was never him, because if he had, he wouldn’t have given his heart up. He wouldn’t have allowed himself to fall so madly in love with Y/N.
It had been months since they had ended the relationship, and Tom was left wondering why he was still so strung up on Y/N. He wondered why it had been so easy for Y/N to move on, and why it was so hard for him to just let go.

I just heard you found the one you’ve been looking
You’ve been looking for
I wish I would have known that wasn’t me
Cause even after all this time I still wonder
Why I can’t move on
Just the way you did so easily

He wanted to see her.

He wanted nothing more than to march up onto her door step, ring the doorbell, and wait for her to open it. He wanted to know how she was doing, and if she was all right. But asking questions like that would lead to answers he didn’t want, answers that he wouldn’t like. He didn’t want to know if the guy Y/N had managed to move on with loved her the way he did. He didn’t want to know if he made her happier than he ever could.

Don’t wanna know
What kind of dress you’re wearing tonight
If he’s holding onto you so tight
The way I did before
I overdosed
Should’ve known your love was a game
Now I can’t get you out of my brain
Oh, it’s such a shame

Tom’s emotions were really just a whirlwind.

Anger, hurt, regret.



Y/N lay in her bed attempting to get some sleep. She’d done everything in her power to keep him from her thoughts, but it was always at night that the memories of him lulled her to sleep.

That we don’t talk anymore, we don’t talk anymore
We don’t talk anymore, like we used to do
We don’t love anymore
What was all of it for?
Oh, we don’t talk anymore, like we used to do

Memories of the nights they spent sitting in his living room, binge watching movies and television programs while cuddled up with one another circled her mind. All the good laughs they shared, and the stupid things they did to accidentally get kicked out of stores.

Y/N had caught wind of the rumor going around about Tom. That he had found someone. The one. Y/N felt inevitably insecure at just the thought of this girl. She was probably everything Y/N wasn’t. Did this new love look into his eyes the way she once did? Was she holding on to him as tightly as she once did?

I just hope you’re lying next to somebody
Who knows how to love you like me
There must be a good reason that you’re gone

Y/N hated that every now and then, she caught herself thinking of him. She hated that she still contemplated marching up to Tom’s apartment and knocking on the door, just to see if he missed her as much as she missed him. But the fear of being wrong stood in her way, acting as the best possible barrier for her way to the one relationship she had where she felt real. Where never felt like she was pretending.

Every now and then I think you
Might want me to come show up at your door
But I’m just too afraid that I’ll be wrong

Don’t wanna know
If you’re looking into her eyes
If she’s holding onto you so tight the way I did before
I overdosed
Should’ve known your love was a game
Now I can’t get you out of my brain
Oh, it’s such a shame

Her only regret, was letting her walls down. The walls she’d worked so hard to build as she grew older that Tom managed to somehow just completely crumble with just the touch of his finger. She regretted giving her heart to him for solely one reason: the memory of him would never leave her. Y/N hated that they no longer talked. That they no longer amused one another with stupid tales of stupid adventures.

That we don’t talk anymore
We don’t talk anymore
We don’t talk anymore, like we used to do
We don’t love anymore
What was all of it for?
Oh, we don’t talk anymore, like we used to do

Like we used to do

Sleep was no longer an option for the two. Hurt and heart ache seeped into their systems and crept its way through their blood systems.

Don’t wanna know
What kind of dress you’re wearing tonight
If he’s giving it to you just right
The way I did before

Tom had an unusually strong urge to just call Y/N. He thought it was bad idea and tried to talk himself out of it, until he decided why the hell not? He had nothing to lose. And maybe hearing Y/N’s voice would once and for all provide him with the closure he so desperately needed.

I overdosed
Should’ve known your love was a game
Now I can’t get you out of my brain
Oh, it’s such a shame

He picked up his phone and went to favorite contacts. Months had passed, and Tom still couldn’t find himself doing simple things like removing Y/N’s number from his favorite contacts list.

That we don’t talk anymore
We don’t talk anymore
We don’t talk anymore, like we used to do
We don’t love anymore
What was all of it for?
Oh, we don’t talk anymore, like we used to do

She picked up after the third ring. “Hello?” She asked into the phone. Tom’s heart constricted in his chest at the sound of her voice.

Don’t wanna know
What kind of dress you’re wearing tonight
If he’s holding onto you so tight
The way I did before
I overdosed
Should’ve known your love was a game
Now I can’t get you out of my brain

“Tom, I know it’s you.” Y/N stated after a short silent pause. A moment ago, Tom had a list and a half of things he wanted to say to Y/N, but now that she was on the line, waiting for him to say something, he had nothing.

“Hi.” Tom breathed nervously.

“Hi.” Y/N answered back in a soft voice. She was beyond over the moon that Tom had called her. She didn’t even care what it was for, she was just happy to see his name flashing across the screen and the picture they’d taken together months before the end of the relationship in the background and so happy to hear his sweet voice.

Oh, it’s such a shame

“I was wondering if we could…” Tom paused, hesitation taking over his system as he contemplated asking her one final time, or completely backing out and ending the call. With one final stroke of confidence, he went on to ask his burning question.

That we don’t talk anymore

“Could we… talk?”


A/N: I hope this is okay… it feels… bad. Like, it’s really bad, but I’ll let you all be the judge of it.Anyway, hey, I’m back. And I have so many imagines to share with you all. And I finished all the requests (well, most of them)

anonymous asked:

hey! I saw that you take requests right? could you do you and harry are together for a while now but you see how his life is "taking off" and yours is just.. stuck (that's how i've been feeling lately about my life lol) and idk you just feel like you dont fit in anymore and maybe you need to let him go? it ends however you want! sorry, im a bit down these days but if you dont wanna write this kind story is totally fine! :)

Hi, lovely. I’m sorry to hear you’re feeling this way. I hope this helps some, and check at the bottom for some sites I looked up for advice. x.

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“Paris is good. Nice call, Monsieur.”

“De nada, muchacha.”

Thank you for 100 follows! Needless to say, I miss these two real bad and I have for around six years. DC writers are pretty sadistic ya know that? Then again, I guess I might be too.

Because who has time or money to read almost 30 years of relationship development…

Under the cut: Look Over Your Shoulder, a monologue recap Fanfic: Fluff/Humor/Angst. DC Rebirth. Wally’s POV. Warning: Mention of the grief typically associated with Alzheimer’s. Also I cried while writing this. Story set to this song.

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You Wanna Dance?

Rating: M
Pairing: SasuSaku
Summary: He was intrigued by her. He had watched her all night at the dance club. Her looks, her dancing, and her eyes all grabbed his attention. He knew he wanted more than just a simple dance.
Author’s Notes: So… like this seriously a HARD M RATED THING. It is also my first published anywhere online story that I have written with some smut in it. I had this as part of another fanfic, but I stopped writing it and this scene felt good enough to separate out on it’s own. Enjoy!!

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Her pink locks swung with every beat of the loud music. She twisted and turned her body with the mass of people who had flung to the center stage. Every once in a while, she would glance his direction. Jade orbs exchanging glances at black gems that watched her every move. She was too beautiful not to watch. Her red dress was short, too short for him to resist peeking at toned, pale legs. He would snap his eyes back up, and watch her face beam as she enjoyed herself tonight.

Many women had asked him to dance throughout the evening. He would look at them and see how alluring they were, but it felt like lies. Only women dressing up and painting their faces to be something they were not. But not this girl he watched. She felt real. Someone he wanted to know more about. She radiated happiness, but it felt so authentic. He couldn’t remember the last time a woman made him feel this way, but that was because none ever had. He never felt anything real with one, except for this girl who swung her slim hips to the beat of the music.

He took another sip of his drink. He thought the drinks might be getting weaker through the evening, but it was probably the inebriation setting in. His best friend told him to come out tonight. Would be a way to relax he said. That was a sack of shit. The alcohol was helping mellow him out, but he could have done that at home for free. Predictably, his idiot best friend moved to the corner of the dance floor with a woman with long lavender hair. His best friend grinned when he caught a glimpse of his black-eyed friend sitting in the VIP booths. He shook his head, and ran his long fingers through silky, black hair. His grew out his hair for the past few weeks, and felt pretty content with its current look. His black hair, black blazer, black slacks, and grey tie were his signature look at work, but it rolled over into his nightly activities. He glanced at his watch before looking back up at the dance floor.

12:35 AM

It was still early, so he ordered more drinks from the tabletop tablet. Only minutes later, a woman wearing a tight-fitting black dress with her brown hair curled over her shoulders arrived. She set down a bottle of sake with a small glass. She nodded, blush filling her face, as she walked away back to work. He glanced at the bottle and small accompanying glass, clicked his tongue, before opening it and drinking straight from it. The glass will only slow me down at this rate. A few chugs in, the sake hit with full force. As the world began to move, his best friend ran up with a woman standing behind him.

“Oi! Sasuke! Ya gotta come down to the dance floor!” the blonde nearly shouted at his best friend seated in the booth. A black eyebrow rose and a frown grew on his face. “Sasuke you gonna loosen up? Well, whenever you decide to stop being lame, come out here!” His friend turned and began to walk, but suddenly turned around to get one last word in.

“Oh, and don’t worry about me finding me later if you don’t! I have a beautiful lady to keep me company tonight,” the blonde stared at the lilac eyes of the woman standing next to him. Her face grew ten shades rosier. Sasuke got the memo, and readjusted himself in the booth as the blonde idiot left. Sometimes he really wondered how this guy became his closest friend, but maybe I shouldn’t dwell on that for too long.

Sasuke glanced back to the dance floor holding the pink-haired woman he longed for. He found himself lost in her, when she suddenly winked directly at him. Sasuke felt his cool exterior threaten to fall from her gesture. So sweet, innocent even. She had a playful feel to her, and it felt so pure compared to himself. Sasuke wasn’t a player, but people knew he had a different female companion every once in a while. The tabloids assumed that he had a different woman in his bed every night. That couldn’t be further from the truth.

As his sake bottle emptied, he felt the full force of the alcohol hit him at once. His vision was narrower than usual. His pulse quickened. The dance club felt warmer than it had only fifteen minutes ago. His eyes were having trouble focusing, and kept crawling back to the rosy locks of the girl who had winked at him. Sasuke tried to regain his composure and straightened himself in the booth. He wanted to at least keep the idea afloat in the tabloids that he was the cool, collected man of the wealthiest of the city.

A small body approached the booth. Pink curls grazing over her shoulders, and encircling the sides of her breasts. Her dress was a brilliant shade of scarlet with a keyhole slit running from below the clasp at her neck to below her breasts. Her waist was slim, with narrow hips that led to long, toned legs. Sasuke found himself opening the booth door to let her enter. The VIP section had closed off booths, with plenty of room, that were always reserved. The woman slid into the seat next to him. She was even more stunning up close. Porcelain skin, vast green eyes, and full lips. He noticed something in the air that caught his attention – cherry blossoms and liquor. This girl has been drinking too.

She reached up and tucked a strand of hair back behind her ear.

“Hi… I saw you staring at me throughout the evening, and I thought I should introduce myself…” she swallowed and placed her hands in her lap.

She’s so nervous.

“My name is Sakura,” Sasuke stared for a few seconds and let her name sink in.

Her hair certainly reminds me of cherry blossoms. So unusual, yet beautiful.

Sasuke found his words, “It’s nice to meet you Sakura.” He grasped her right hand and kissed the top. “I’m Sasuke. It’s a pleasure to have seen you tonight. You certainly have been dancing the night away.” He could feel the smell of sake float off his words as he spoke. Her face flushed as he spoke, matching her hair.

Sasuke tapped the tablet sitting on the table, and ordered some more drinks. His bottle of sake was just about empty, and he wanted to buy his companion a drink. Only one or two minutes passed when the same woman from earlier came by with more drinks on a black tray. She blushed even more, if possible, and placed the drinks down. A sweet plum wine and another round of sake. Sakura looked at the bottles as the waitress left.

“Ah, you didn’t have to do that Sasuke…” she fidgeted in her seat. His gaze still focused on her small movements.

“It’s fine. I don’t mind buying drinks for you. You seem really sweet, so I thought something sweet tasting would be complimentary,” Sasuke spoke with a smirk across his lips. Sakura nodded, blush still painted all over her face.

Sasuke grabbed the plum wine first, unscrewing the top, and pouring a generous amount into a stemless glass. He handed the glass to his companion still containing a sly smile across his face. Sakura had heard about the Uchiha from others prior, but had never been this close to him.

Sasuke? “I heard he’s a player.” “I heard he just sleeps with girls and leaves.” “The latest rumor is that he only goes after girls with long hair.” Ah! “He’s been staring at you Sakura!” “Go say something! It’s THE Sasuke, GO SAY SOMETHING!”

Sakura sipped her wine, as Sasuke popped open his bottle of sake. He poured the strong drink into the empty glass. He took a quick swig of sake as his companion drank her wine in silence. Sasuke placed his glass on the table. He leaned closer to the pink-haired beauty, breathing in her sweet scent. She was slowly relaxing into his presence. Sakura felt at ease in his space, but it could be the alcohol talking.

Sasuke wrapped an arm around her shoulders as she held her glass between two delicate little hands. His fingers were long, slender as they traced Sakura’s shoulders. His gaze trailed along her face and lowered to her breasts, his expression unchanging. She placed her glass back down on the table, locking her eyes with his. His eyes were onyx, black as the stone. In the dim lighting, every time a flash of light came from the dance floor, his eyes had the smallest red glare. His serious gaze took in her curious jade gems. His face was strikingly beautiful. She had seen pictures of Sasuke in the tabloids, but nothing did his appearance justice. Even in a disheveled suit, and with sake-filled breath, he was still stunning. She felt his body heat from just how close he was in the booth with her. Sasuke didn’t seem nervous in the least, while her heart was beating as fast as it ever had. No man ever put this much excitement in her like Sasuke did.

He leaned in more and inhaled her sickly sweet scent. She took some more plum wine and sipped it, much quicker than before. Must be to calm her nerves. I could help with that. Sasuke realized where his thoughts drifted, but wasn’t bothered by it. Sakura was beautiful. He wanted more than just to share a few drinks and break off. After watching her dance, he knew he wanted more tonight. As much as he tried to distract himself with alcohol, there was no denying that he wanted his little Sakura all to himself. His best friend’s words lingered. Naruto did urge him to loosen up.

They felt attracted to one another, and it urged them closer to one another. Like magnetism, or more likely alcohol assisted, their lips touched. Sasuke leaned his head in towards Sakura as she could only stay still watching the beautiful Uchiha. Their kiss was brief. Sasuke could feel where Sakura’s soft lips touched his. A tinge of sweetness lingered on his, and it only increased his appetite. Through hazy decision making, he leaned once again for another kiss. This one was longer, more exploratory. He pressed the tip of his tongue into her mouth, and she let out a soft moan that only he could hear. Her cheeks were madly blushing, but Sasuke couldn’t pull away. He only delved deeper into the kiss.

When they separated, both flushed and disheveled, they shared silence. Sakura’s eyes lit up in the brightest shade of jade green with Sasuke’s onyx eyes searching for something, anything she had to say. Her lips slightly opened, but no words came out. She was in shock. I kissed him. I really did it… I know this wine is not making me think through this, but there’s something between us. I might as well take this opportunity farther. I don’t want to have regrets about this later if I chicken out.

Sakura glanced away and looked downwards. She bit her lower lip while trying to come up with the right words. Sasuke moved closer and lifted her chin with his long fingers. He kept his gaze with hers.

“Do you want to… go further?” he murmured enough for her to hear in the loud dance club. She nervously nodded. He made a small nod, and finished the bottle of sake right in front of his companion. She looked surprised he downed the whole thing instantly, but she had just about finished her wine in her anxious state before their kiss.

He pressed a few buttons on the tablet, paying his pretty expensive bill, and pushed the bottles and glasses to the center of the table. He motioned Sakura to start sliding to the edge of the booth. They made it out of their seats, but not in the most graceful fashion. Sakura swayed upon standing up, the wine hitting her in full force. Sasuke reached out and grabbed her arm. She was able to steady herself thanks to his help. He made his way in front of her and led her by her right hand through the people occupying the VIP section of the club. Women gave annoyed stares as Sasuke dragged her along. Sakura knew that every woman here was probably pining after Sasuke, but she tried to ignore their looks. The fact he was holding her hand was keeping her confidence high, and all that sweet plum wine.

Upon reaching the back of the club, there was curtain covering a backstage area. A man in sunglasses, while it was after midnight inside a dance club, was standing next to the opening. Sasuke nodded to the man, and he lifted the curtain for the two of them to enter. As they entered the backstage area, there were chairs and areas where people could lay down, but tge space was empty. The music was still pretty loud, but did dull down slightly once behind the curtains. Sasuke pulled them into a corner at the far edge of the area. Sakura glanced at his eyes in the middle of shuffling around. His black orbs appeared slightly cloudy with a red sheen. She was clearly intoxicated, and the Uchiha appeared so too. I hope he doesn’t regret this later if he’s drunk.

The haze was all consuming. He could barely comprehend the situation as everything moved so quickly. Sasuke recognized this familiar, and confusing, feeling. The sake had reached a breaking point – he was beyond drunk now. His feet felt light. He lost all feeling in his face, and listened as well as he could as Sakura tried to speak as clearly as she could in her drunken state.

“W-would you wanna… you know… w-w-with me?” She stuttered out the question as they were alone in the back room of the dance club. Sasuke knew he heard the words, but realized his mind was completely separate from his body now. And this erection isn’t gonna solve itself.

Sasuke feels a smirk climb its way across his face. The space they were in was dark, and had shadows to shroud themselves. They moved closer to one another, closing the remaining space. He pulled her against his rigid body, her face only inches away from his. His lips moved on their own, and crashed down on Sakura’s. A violent, but amazing kiss. He slid his tongue inside her mouth, tasting her and savoring the sweet hints he picked up. They felt completely separated from the dancing only yards away, lost in each other. He felt around, as she did, her body, seeking, playing, and wanting so much more.

Sasuke slid a large hand down Sakura’s shoulder blades to the curve of her back. Her hands reached upward into a mass of extremely soft and silky black hair. She loved its texture and played with it, while Sasuke made his way to the hem of her dress. She felt a slight tug, and his hand now covered her ass cheek through silky panties. Sasuke grabbed roughly at her supple rear with a callous palm. He wandered over to the other cheek as they released from their lip locking. He slowed his wandering hand, and slid it under her panties. Sakura’s hands paused in Sasuke’s hair, as dark eyes meet glassy green ones. He urged for her permission, pausing and staring into her gems, even while heavily intoxicated. Sakura’s cheeks flushed several shades darker, and nodded slowly in return. Sasuke moved his hands once again, groping and grabbing her firm cheeks. She resumed her playful touching of his hair, and slid another hand into the unbuttoned top of his dress shirt.

His breathing hitched, and his palms got rougher and started to pull her panties down. He pressed against Sakura even more, and pulled her into the corner spinning her away from his body facing the wall. She gathered her balance as he found the zipper to her dress. She tried to place a hand out, not in defense but just to touch him. He pushed it away with his other hand, covering her hand against the wall. She heard the zipper open, even under the music that blares in the background, drowning out their act. His cold, rugged hand slid under the front of the dress and panties, sliding along the slit of her.

Sakura started to breathe heavily, letting her primal urges overtake any sense of what was happening in the world around them. His face leaned over next to hers, as his entire body covered hers against the wall. She felt his breathing on her ear, and he grazed his tongue up and down the length of it. Sakura noticeably shivered, and only wanted more. She felt fluid drip on to the fingers currently sliding along the outside of her carefully, and oh so softly. She’s about to crack. It was all about touch. Two drunken people who were torturing each other with endless foreplay.

She finally succumbed, and leaned her ass into Sasuke’s pelvis, playfully grinding against his erection. He snarled, and pushed back with his hips as they danced back and forth against one another. His hand stalled above the source of her dripping arousal. Hair pressed against the side of her face, as he chewed on her earlobe. Sakura shivered in delight from his teeth, and she felt a finger quickly, and roughly, slip inside her, relentlessly moving up and down to the beat of the music. The sensations overwhelmed her. The touch of his long finger inside her, the hot breath along her ear, the music blaring out all noise, the taste of her dry mouth as she struggled to find any reason left inside of her mind.

As his finger continued its tirade, she felt his hips grind even more against her round ass. She felt her muscles begin to contract, and race to beautiful release, but instead he eased his finger to a slow and tortuous rhythm. She wiggled under his body, but he was having none of it. Her breasts flattened against the wall under her dress, and he nipped her earlobe. A moan escaped Sakura’s mouth, and she knew he heard it. His erection pressed harder against her ass, and she can’t stand the torture anymore. She wanted to beg for her release, but he chose to slow down their act into a relaxed, slow dance. During their saunter, she felt his other hand let go of her body and reach back. She felt him tug at his pants, and soon hot, hard skin was skimming her rear. Her skirt inched up, as her panties slid down to her knees. A firm hand replaced his tortuous finger, covering her exposed hip with his palm and some of her own juices.

Sakura felt the tip graze her entrance slowly, and pushed her hips further against him. Sasuke quickly used his left hand to pull her hips up to match his, as the right hand moved upwards to push against her shoulder blades. Her lips met with intense heat throbbing against them, slowly pushing in while her body tried to adjust to this invader. The sharp pain was overtaken with insane pleasure, as he settled for a second before moving his hips. The speed increased slowly, and then he pulled her hips against his as he let his instincts take over.

Fear Of Spiders - A Widowmaker Origin Story

Amélie tossed and turned in her bed. A full moon was overlooking Chateau Guillard tonight. The gardens were silent and empty. Not even the crickets dared to disturb the spider’s slumber, only tonight was not one of those days where the French spider got her beauty sleep.

‘Gérard’ she whispered in her sleep. ‘Désolé, Gérard. I’m so sorry…’


Amélie watched from the sidelines in her nightgown as Widowmaker loaded her rifle and crouched. It was starting to rain, the droplets reflecting the moonlight, slightly illuminating the scenery. Amélie looked around her. “This roof. I recognize this place…”

Widowmaker snapped her visor on and aimed down her sight.

“Stop! What are you doing? Haven’t you learned from your mistakes?”

Widowmaker did not flinch.

“Drop your weapon! NOW!”

Nothing.

Amélie tried running but her body wouldn’t budge. Her will was broken. She was frozen in fear. She felt a chill run down her spine and the first droplet of sweat form on her forehead. Her face flushed and her breath grew heavier. At last, Widowmaker spoke.

“Target in my sight.”

Amélie heard a familiar faint voice in Widow’s earpiece. “Affirmative. Widowmaker, take the shot.”

Amélie couldn’t bear it no more and let out one last desperate scream.

“Géraaaard!”

Widowmaker pulled the trigger.


Amélie woke up with a jolt. Sweating. Panting. Eyes and mouth wide open.

Air. Fresh air.

She got up and walked to the balcony outside her bedroom, dressed in nothing but her nightshorts. She did not feel the cold. She did not feel anything. She stood there watching the moon for a good 10 minutes before she felt a creeping presence in her vicinity. She looked down and sighed. “If you’re here to stare at a half naked French girl at 3 in the morning, you better vanish.”

Reaper simply walked up to her, resting his arms on the balcony like she did, not even looking in her general direction. He said nothing.

Amélie simply acknowledged his presence but returned his non-stare. “Since when were you a stargazing enthusiast, Reyes?”

“Since you started screaming your lover’s name half an hour ago.”

“You must be mistaken.”

“Right. The tough girl fa‎çade. Widowmaker. What’s wrong?”

“I don’t share personal details with co-workers…”

“How about with friends?” Reaper looked in her direction. She returned his gaze before sighing again and closing her eyes, holding back a tear. Her blank expression shattered, revealing a broken soul.

“It was only after Talon made me a spider myself that I realized that they gave me…”

“A fear of change?”

“A fear of spiders…”

You have terrible handwriting

Valentine’s Day at Hogwarts

Newt x reader

Masterlist

 

Originally posted by forever-proud-nerd

Meandering into the great hall, you were greeted with a sea of giggling girls and apprehensive looking boys, clutching envelopes, ranging in colours from, red to pink to delicately decorated, to plain white. A little confused you made your way to your table, plopping yourself down, and grabbing a slice of toast as the rack floated by, adding a generous spread of marmalade.

You were just about to bite into the delicious breakfast, when an owl dropped a piece of parchment on your plate. That was odd, you had already written to your parents this week.

Beginning to panic, you hurriedly picked up the letter, only for your worry to ebb away as you realised that the parchment was folded extremely neatly, into the shape of a swan.

On the swans neck in cramped handwriting, was written, ‘open me, please.’ Still utterly bewildered, you had drawn the attention of a handful of younger girls. It seemed a shame to spoil such a lovely piece of craftsmanship, nevertheless you did as the swan asked, and began to unfurl it with cautious fingers.

you recognised that spidery handwriting, the owner of it sat next to you in potions, a faint smile tugging at your lips at the thought of newt spending hours poring over this piece of parchment. Your smile only grew wider as you read,  the beautiful words.

You were positively beaming as you searched the hufflepuff table, looking for a particular mess of auburn curls.

You couldn’t find that curly mop anywhere in the great hall. Disappointment filled your chest, as you checked your watch, there wasn’t time to look for him elsewhere, as you hurried your way to charms.

Words from the beautiful letter floating through your mind, as you impatiently drummed your fingers on the desk, the clock seemingly standing still, as you waited for your potions class, at the end of the school day.

Eventually potions came around. As you headed down to the chilled dungeons, nerves began to build in your stomach. The beautiful letter, might not have even been from newt, after all the person hadn’t signed their name, you only had the handwriting to go on. Could it possibly be that your besotted brain was playing tricks on you?

You warily made your way to your stool beside newt , taking several deep calming breaths. “Are you alright? You look a bit pale’ his brow furrowed with concern, ‘I’m alright, just a long day.’ You reassured him, as the professor began the lesson. You however were far more interested in the handwriting of the boy by your side.

Butterflies began to flutter in your stomach, as you checked the curve of each and every letter that he scribbled down. Newt must have felt your starring, as he looked up from his work, a slight smile at the corner of his full lips. A twinkle in his eyes, as he saw your own giddy smile.

“you have terrible handwriting you know.’ You teased a little flirtatiously, “not so bad that you couldn’t read my letter. I hope you liked the swan.’ He teased back. Both of your smiles wider than they had been before, as newt’s cheeks flushed.

You gently placed your hand on his, where it sat on your shared desk, before he intertwined your fingers together.

 

Have a great day and be safe

Behind A Mask

A/N: Only a day late, but oh well, it’s the thought that counts?? Oh well, hopefully you’ll feel the love in this @consulting-dragon-slayer! Happy belated birthday, and part two should be up soon, hopefully lol!!

Lucy had no desire of finding a suitor, and yet when a mysterious stranger steals her attention at a ball Lucy learns that some masks reveal a pleasant surprise. 

Masquerade AU

Pairing: Nalu, Fairy Tail

Word Count:  5926

Rating: M (no nsfw in this part)

Part: Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four

Lucy twirled around the grand ballroom, face kept in a pleasant smile, not too large but not too small, not too fake as to offend the man whose arm she was hovering her fingers over but not too real so that it touched her honey eyes. The classical music ended, and she curtsied to the man as he bowed to her, his name in the back of her mind but not important enough to truly remember.

This wasn’t her ball after all.

Feigning faintness, Lucy scurried away from the man as quickly as polite society would allow, hollow promises of another dance tumbling from her lips before she brought up a delicate grey lace fan and covering half her face. She walked daintily but purposefully towards a group of two other girls by the refreshments, sparkling champagne glasses in each girl’s hand. Both girls had silver white hair, an ethereal reflection of pale gold shining from the hundreds of candles hung from grand crystal chandeliers and along the walls of the room. Despite it being well past sun down the large room was well lit, yet another symbol of the status held by the people in attendance.

Lucy brushed off several more requests for dances, coming to a rest beside the shorter of the two and releasing a heavy sigh. The two girls giggled as Lucy put away her fan, gracefully allowing the material to return to it’s flattened state and twirling the fan in between her fingers, satin gloves making it more difficult to control.

“My, my,” the taller girl tittered, peeking at Lucy over the top of her glass as she took a sip, “looks like our Lucy has stolen the attention of the party,”. Blue eyes fluttered heavily coated lashes at Lucy, small smile enhanced with a deep red lip gloss, the rest of her makeup simple but impecable. A black mask with purple and silver swirls covered a slim portion of her face, silver tie disappearing into her curls. Her silver hair, while longer than other girl’s, was pulled up in a large pile of ringlets, twirling strands falling around her face and at the nape of her neck, her bangs pulled back into the collection of hair on top of her head. Her dress was a deep purple, satin bodice decorated with silvery white embroidery, an ode to the tresses on her head. It fell out from her waist in a waterfall of gathered material, same plum colour constant all the way through, with only minor decorations of jewels and delicate stitching. The shoulderless dress enhanced her already noticeable curves, bust spilling a little from the tight confines of the corset. It was honestly one of her more modest outfits, but then again it wasn’t her ball either.

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the official translation of sasuke shinden came out the other day and i read the entire thing … i was kind of surprised how different it was from the anime adaptation but what i was mostly interested in was all the introspection we got from sasuke reflecting on his past. so heres a couple of passages i found interesting/moving

from the prologue. the entire prologue was sasuke reflecting on how naruto affected him and changed him from someone consumed by hatred into a person capable of moving towards a brighter future.

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Chapter 86 Snippet~

赤髪の白雪姫
第86話
あきづき空太

ミツヒデ「Don’t move too much or you’ll open your wounds!」

オビ「Aye no doubt.  You mean the stitches in my side? Hey, men with scars are popular.」

ミツヒデ「What evidence are you basing this on? (This guy…)」  

オビ「Well..you know, I’m not as popular recently since I haven’t been able to show my scars off in a while…」

ミツヒデ「NEVER do that.  Obi, I kept a hold of Shirayuki’s stone.  Even though they aren’t in sight, someone must have felt you were immensely reliable to have entrusted you with this. *」 *super paraphrased, my bad

オビ「Sir, while you are here it’s difficult for me to go meet them**」

**this whole line is a mess, knock yourselves out I’m tired~

ミツヒデ「It’s a beautiful stone, right?」

オビ「Aye, I think it is.」