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UPDATED TRUMP DOCTOR LETTER

To Whom It May Concern:

A lot of people have expressed a desire for an update on President Donald J. Trump’s health since his inauguration. I have been the personal physician of President Donald J. Trump since 1980 and I am here to say that Mr. Trump’s health is absolutely better than ever.

Since being sworn in, Donald Trump has lost 50 pounds and gained 17 inches of height. He’s the longest president who has ever lived. His livers are both functioning flawlessly. His blood sets an all-time record for the state of New York for “most” and his blood pressure was rated “excellent” by seven different Fox News Twitter polls. He doesn’t even have one cholesterol.

I can say this unequivocally: Donald Trump has the most bones. Scientists estimate that he now has around 900 bones in his body and more are being discovered every day. Some of those bones have never been seen before. They allow him to be really good at presidential things like signing executive orders and making love nightly to his wife who wants him to.

Mr. Trump’s test results have been astonishingly excellent. He actually has a blood type we’ve never seen before: “All.” It’s both the universal donor and universal recipient, and sprinkling it on your penis makes your penis bigger. Mr. Trump’s blood is gorgeous. It has a rich color that’s hard to describe, but if I had to put it into words, I might call it “red.”

President Donald Trump has no family history of cancer, diabetes, or death. The president’s family members are immortal beings that walk the earth without end, craving the sweet release of death that will never come unless they make a deal with a cool witch. Donald Trump will never die, he will just keep growing vertically forever until he lives in space. It’s really astonishing.

His physical strength is extraordinary. He can lift as much as a mother whose child is trapped under a car, but he’s more attractive than that mother and he hasn’t let himself go like she has. Have you seen the way she dresses lately? The hypothetical mother in this simile is a total chunk. 4 at best. As the famous doctor Hippocrates once said, “Would not hit.”

Since the Inauguration, Mr. Trump has kept an extremely active lifestyle. He starts every morning by walking straight up into the sky and then walking down again. He also visits me regularly for checkups. Mr. Trump doesn’t let me touch him because of gay, so I just eyeball it and give him a once over. I can usually tell just by looking how much blood is in him that day or which liver has taken the lead, so it’s not a super intensive process.

Mr. Trump is not only the healthiest president that has ever served, but also the most handsome. I usually want to kiss President Trump when I see him, but I would never break the doctor-patient trust, so instead I kiss the portrait of him I drew on my little note pad. There have been no presidents that even come close to President Trump in terms of overall health and hotness. Franklin Pierce was pretty hot, but his body wasn’t great. James Garfield was more cute than hot. President Trump is the total package. I know this because of my stethoscope.

Just to give a little more background on me, I’ve been a doctor for years. I got into medicine the same way a lot of doctors do: I once took an unmarked pill that I found under a toilet in a public restroom, and the next thing I knew, I was blacked out doing surgery on a man on a Benihana table with the big knives they got over there. I flipped this guy’s appendix right into my hat. And that’s when I caught the bug, for surgery and for tetanus!

Now, I want to address some of the slanderous things that have been said about me. It’s just like these coastal elites to say I’m not qualified as a physician. They think you need fancy things, like a diploma from Harvard Med School or a diploma from a med school or a GED or a car or medicine or clean hands. You don’t need those to be a doctor! All you need is the right attitude and a good sense of humor and to be Jewish and a blank death certificate just in case!

This is America. We’re not “fancy” here. You’re supposed to be able to pull yourself up by your bootstraps and put a bunch of clamps in a guy and see what tubes you can clamp up without making him sleep forever. My grandfather was a blue-collar worker, and so was my father. I am a red-collar worker because my collar is always covered in spurting blood. I may not know art or science or what a “lung” is, but I do know that I love America and am a lung-doctor!

Because of my love of America and Donald Trump, it is an honor to be his physician. Donald Trump could teach us all a thing or two about health. Not only is he the healthiest human ever, but also the healthiest dog, house and Faberge Egg. I wish him luck as he continues on his endless journey.

Love,

“Doctor” Harold N. Bornstein, M.D. (Mostly Doctor)

Best Lines From Each Hamilton Song

Alexander Hamilton: You could never back down, you never learned to take your - TIME

Aaron Burr, Sir: Talk Less. Smile More.

My Shot: I think ya pants look hot ;)

The Story of Tonight: Raise a glass to freedom…

Schuyler Sisters: You want a revolution? I want a revelation!

Farmer Refuted: Is he in Jersey?

You’ll Be Back: I will kill your friends and family… to remind you of, my, love DA DA DA D-

Right Hand Man: Burr! Sir? Close the door on your way out.

Winters Ball: If you could marry a sister, you’re rich son. Is it a question of if Burr, or which one?

Helpless: Laughing at my sister cause she wants to form a harem: I’m just saying if you really loved me you would share him. HA!

Satisfied: … He’d be mine. She would say “I’m fineshe’d be lying.

The Story of Tonight (Reprise): You are the worst, Burr

Wait For It: When they died they left no instructions, just a legacy to protect 

Stay Alive: I’m a general. WEEE!!

Ten Duel Commandents: Okay so we’re doing this

That Would Be Enough: And if this child shares a fraction of your smile, or a fragment of your mind, look out world, that would be enough.

Guns And Ships: No one has more resilience or matches my practical tactical BRILLIANCE.

History Has Its Eyes On You: You have no control who lives, who dies, who tells your story.

Yorktown (The World Turned Upside Down): Immigrants, we get the job done.

What Comes Next: Awesome. Wow.

Dear Theodosia: I’ll do whatever it takes. I’ll make a million mistakes.

Nonstop: Hamilton wrote THE OTHER FIFTY-ONE

What’d I Miss?: I guess I basically missed the late 80’s.

Cabinet Battle #1: Turn around, bend over, I’ll show you where my shoe fits.

Take a Break: You’ve written “My Dearest, Angelica…. “

Say No To This: That was my wife who you decided to- fuuu

The Room Where It Happens: The art of the compromise, hold your nose and close your eyes.

Schuyler Defeated: They don’t need to know me they don’t like you.

Cabinet Battle #2: You must be outta your GODDAMN MIND

Washington On Your Side: SOUTHERN MOTHERFUCKING DEMOCRATIC REPUBLICANS!!!

One Last Time: I’m sorry wha-?

I Know Him: They will tear each other into pieces, Jesus Christ this will be fun :D

Adams Administration: Siddown John YOU FAT MOTHER——

We Know: My god…

Hurricane: … We were sick and she was holding me, I couldn’t seem to die.

The Reynolds Pamphlet: You could never be satisfied, god I hope your satisfied.

Burn: You, you, you

Blow Us All Away: Everything is legal in New Jersey…

Stay Alive (Reprise): I know, you did everything just right.

It’s Quiet Uptown: Forgiveness. Can you imagine?

The Election of 1800: Well I’ll be damned…

Your Obedient Servant: Here’s an itemised list of thirty years of disagreements. Sweet Jesus

The World Was Wide Enough: America, you great unfinished symphony, you sent for me.

Who Lives, Who Dies, Who Tells Your Story: Oh I can’t wait to see you again, it’s only a matter of time.


Bonus Songs:

Congratulations: You know why Jefferson can do what he wants? He doesn’t dignify schoolyard taunts with a response

Dear Theodosia (Reprise): We bleed and fight for you, sometimes it seems that’s all we do.

Ten Things, One Thing (I genuinely can’t decide between these five so here you go):

- The sun is in my eyes. I am almost giddy as I watch it slowly rise over my New York City.

- I examine the gun that we shared. Philip never hurt a soul, he must have been so scared.

- I feel a sense of calm fill me, it’s not in his political interest to kill me.

- My Eliza is still asleep. I left her a letter, I could have written it better.

- They put us through our paces, we count to ten. God, I can’t wait to see her again.


Just a quick note to say I didn’t forget Tomorrow There’ll Be More of Us, I just decided against including it because, in Lin’s own words, it’s more of a scene than a song. Really it’s just the The Story of Tonight sung over some quite, uneventful dialouge (very poetic given the content of that dialouge) so I decided to just leave it out. Anyways thanks for reading my random post I guess? Bye bye

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Eartha Kitt and James Dean in NYC, photographed by Dennis Stock in 1955

… still remembering all the things Jamie Dean had told me on the phone. ‘’I dont know what the feeling of love is really like. I dont know if I have ever been in love, but if I have, it must have been with you because I never felt that feeling before you and I have never felt that feeling after you.’’ 

- Excerpt of Eartha Kitt’s autobiography I’m Still Here (1989)

[TRANS] NYLON Magzine April Issue with NCT 127 — Ment

TAEIL
“When I was a high school student, I somewhat wanted to become a zookeeper. Since I really like animals, I wanted to take care of the animals in my neighbourhood. But after a bit of research, I gave up. The competition rate is high. Somehow, I became an idol where the competition is even more intense, haha. There are two happiest moments in my life, when I passed the SM Audition and when it was confirmed that I will debut with NCT. When I passed the audition, I was so happy I screamed, and when it was confirmed that I will debut, I bursted into tears. Especially when they confirmed my debut, really… I cried and cried until my eyes were puffy. Do you understand this feeling? It’s like there is a clear, bright flamelight somewhere over there, I know there is a bright world, but I feel like I’m just as in the dark as before. I have lived as a trainee for about three years and a half, every day I had this feeling, the moment it was announced that I am going to debut, it was like crawling out of a lonely tunnel. A world filled with bright and golden light, as if El Dorado unfolded in my life. That was a year ago, but even to this day, I still feel good and bewildered. Sometimes when I go on holidays, it really amazes me how on the streets and in shops I go to, there are people who recognise me. I am still inexperienced and I will work hard. Until I am like ‘Super Junior’s Kyuhyun Hyung… I envy his calm personality as well as his sweet voice and abilities. I also want to have his sense of security (stability). It would be a sense of security to be able to have both experience and skill. “

JOHNNY
“I am Johnny from Chicago. Compared to New York, Chicago is quieter and more relaxed. It’s a city where nothing is too hasty but not overly relaxed, this is why I like Chicago. The fact that I come from Chicago is very important, doesn’t the environment shape a person? I want to be someone who will never forgot where they come from, and I try to keep my wish. I’ve been living in Korea for four to five years now. It feels like I have matured a bit after living in Korea for a while. During this time, I have learned to not only think about myself and to respect the grown-ups. It also made me reflect on the importance of ‘myself’. Idols live in the eyes of others and are obligated to live up to their standards. Under such environments, to avoid losing focus, I have to remember who I am. I constantly think about the questions ‘who am I?’ and ‘what kind of person am I?’. I, Johnny, like DJing and playing the piano. I also wish to become a warm (kind) person, and someone who gives other people strength. My ultimate goal is to become a person who, even though is standing still, can still show their great personality. I am still very much flawed, but please believe that I will become that person. “

TAEYONG
“It’s NCT’s leader, Taeyong. NCT127 gave me a lot. I got a job called (being an) idol, I came into the company and met a lot of nice adults, most of all, I made a lot of friends. To me, the members are my best friends. Although I am the leader, rather than me leading the members, there are more times when they helped me. When I was young, I could paint and play the piano, I had a good reputation for expressing myself, and I often received praises, but it wasn’t easy for me to get close to people quickly. Do you like films by Studio Ghibli? I really like them, but the main characters in these films, why are they slightly different from others, they live alone and are lonely, but if you get to know, they are all good people. I’m talking about characters like Howl in ‘Howl’s Moving Castle’. I think I’m that kind of character, after we became NCT I have eight friends. I am grateful. Still, the times that I spend alone are also very important to me. Therefore, no matter how busy I am, when schedules finish I go to the training room alone and dance or practice singing and tidy my thoughts. I think that having time alone has the power of helping me grow and endure the pressure of busy schedules and life as an entertainer. It is my goal to continue to express the days I have lived, the days a youth lived, through rap and music, and after gaining a lot of experience and knowledge, I have a dream of becoming an adult. I want to be a real grown-up who can help and guide the way for the juniors.”

YUTA
“I have this phrase I always say whenever I introduce myself “I’m manly mountain man Yuta”. I really like mountains. In Japanese, the pronunciation of ‘mountain’ and 'top’ is the same. That’s why I’m manly mountain man Yuta. Ah, I really like mountains. Before debut, whenever there was time to spare, I used to go to Bukhansan, Namsan-dong and every mountain in Seoul City alone, whether big or small. Whenever I’m at the mountains, my mind feels like it has been cleaned and I feel at ease. I thought of becoming a singer because of TVXQ sunbaenim. I wanted to become a soccer player when I was young. But after watching TVXQ, everything changed. They were really cool and they felt like gods to me… But after debuting, it’s harder than I thought it would be. Above all,  there’s no free time, I don’t have time to go to my favorite mountains anymore… One day when I was in a lot of stress I asked our EXO sunbaenim “Until when will this be hard?” they answered it will take three years to give up everything and I firstly will need work to my fullest. That advice gave me strength, I thought 'Ah, our Hyungs also went through a lot of hardship’  and this made my heart feel more at ease.
But whenever I’m tired, I’d like to watch sports documentaries. Soccer players in the A-League have to repeat the same strategy for years to improve their own skill. When I look at it, I think of their 'professional spirit’ and I want to become a person like that too. After all, everything is a fight against yourself. Whenever I don’t feel like practicing or just want to laze around. I think it’s important to keep pushing myself. Like this, I want to keep moving forward one step at a time. It’s just like climbing a mountain.”

DOYOUNG
I have an episode (story) that shows well what kind of person I am. When I was in elementary school I wanted to eat an ice cream so I went and bought it but
a car had rolled over my legs. But, I never let go of my ice cream for even one moment. Even when going to the hospital and arriving in the emergency room, I still held on to my ice cream tightly. In the end, I couldn’t eat my ice cream because it all melted. But this shows that when there’s a thing I really like, I tend to only think about that thing. Right now, I’m struck by our team’s music. The music I can do alone and the music and voices I can do when the 9 of us are together are definitely different. Nowadays, I think a lot about what kind of music our team would fit best. I don’t want to do just common things. Music is a 'proof of existence’ to me. Since I was young, I really liked singing but my parents never really told me 'good job’. To prove my ability, I started to participate in singing competitions. And when I was in high school, I went to the singing contest hosted by the province and got the first prize. That’s when my family started to acknowledge my singing ability. Since then, music has always seemed to give me a feeling of “this is it.” I don’t really have a role model, but I want to be a vocalist who can be recognized after singing just a single line. Like Adam Levine or Lyn sunbaenim. By the way, do you know Lyn’s song 'Love U. . Love U’? You should have a listen. It’s a song accompanied by a piano with delicate vocals

JAEHYUN
“ When I was young, at home I would frivolously laugh well and would have a talkative personality but strangely at school words wouldn’t come out. I’m also shy and somehow felt like I should stay quiet too… That’s why I spent a lot of time alone and my 4th grade elementary school teacher recommended extracurricular activities. I then realized the joy of standing in front of people for the first time doing variety of activities. I think the joy I felt at that time made me do it today. In fact, it’s still nice and fun to be standing in front others and not being burdened. However, it’s hard when I’m not as strong as I expect. Even if you practice but your skills don’t change, do something else. If you can’t dance, sing, when singing falls into a slump, you can watch a movie… Then a moment to be okay will come. I realized as I went many time through that process that I was interested in dancing, singing, movies and so on. That’s what I’m all about. Eventually, it’s obvious but it’s true that you have to be a good person to be a great artist. Being known is nice and receiving love is nice too but I want to be a better person. Someone who doesn’t deceive, someone who is confident of himself. And after a decade, he continues to endlessly finding out what he likes diligently, I want to be someone who continues to enjoy. A person who doesn’t lose his enthusiasm for what he does, that’s the kind of person I find cool. “ \

WINWIN
“ I’m Winwin from China. I have a deep fear of strangers. I’m also more of the shy type. However, if we’re close then I’m a completely different person. I play around a lot… NCT members all tease me for being a “heodang” (T/N: someone who looks perfect but acts stupid) Ah, furthermore! I am a smart person. When me or any of my friends have problems, I can solve them all! Don’t believe me? It’s for real. When my friends encounter problems they always find me first. Because of school, starting from middle school I had to leave my family in Wenzhou to go to Beijing alone. Compared to other people my age, I think I’ve developed a better ability to control and cope with situations. Therefore I was able to adjust to life in Korea without difficulty. I’ve been in Korea for a year and a half and met a lot of cool people. EXO’s Lay hyung is one of them. Dancing and singing, he is good at them both but besides that Lay hyung has a charisma that’s unexplainable in words. I want to also have my own kind of charm someday. My story, what else? Someday I want to act. I’m confident I can cooly play a the lead character in a film about everyday life. Also, I like R&B… my favorite song? I’ll let you know next time. If I tell you too much about me, the charm will be gone! “

MARK
I have a lot of laughter. I laugh about things that don’t make sense and when I was young, I was a kid with a lot of high spirits. Nonetheless, isn’t it more pleasant to be positive rather than depressed? I started <High School Rapper> with a cheerful mind. I did not come with the thought of wanting to compete and win the first place. The thought of wanting to learn was bigger. But when I went out, it was more stimulating than I thought. It’s also a place where I can see the talents of kids of my age around the country, and there are a lot of great friends. Above all, I have already debuted and come from a huge company. I have a lot of people who can help me and guide me. However, these kids who came out there in the competition are alone and they practice alone, I really respect that courage and will. At first, when it started, it was good to have fun, but I have to work hard too, as far as I can. I rap a lot for the team (NCT) but now it seems a bit funny to separate myself from being a rapper or a singer. From now on, without being bound to one restricted area, I want to be an artist who makes good songs and expresses them. Like Michael Jackson’s 'Man in the Mirror’, I want to create a song that is bright and is hopeful for people. The kind of music that can have a good influence on the world. That is my dream.

HAECHAN
“I’m NCT 127’s youngest Haechan. I’m in charge of being the 'cutie boy’, haha, these are not my words but the hyungs. The Hyungs really adore me a lot. Instead of giving you a common introduction, I will tell you the songs of my life. The first one is 'Hello’ by Huh Gak sunbaenim. Since I was young, I liked this song a lot. My parents both play music so naturally, I thought I would also definitely play music too. And one day, my mom came and said: “there’s an audition, let’s give it a go”. I went with a light heart and thought of having fun but unexpectantly, I passed the audition in one try. The song I sang at that time was 'Hello’ from Huh Gak sunbaenim. That’s how I got through the auditions and started my trainee life. I didn’t really know at the time but I seemed to hit puberty when I was fifteen. My mood swings were pretty severe. Whenever I cried, I would go to a dark room and listen to 'She’s Out of My Life’ or `You Are Not Alone’. It was Michael Jackson who seemed to have protected me during my puberty. Also, more important than any other song of my life is NCT’s debut song 'Fire Truck’. I was dazed and confused when I recorded the song, but listening to it now I realize it’s a great song. I think 'Fire Truck’ will be my song of life until I die. When I look back, I think about all the other debuted teams when we debuted and watched the sunbaenims who had already debuted. The teams, who made their debut together with us, were also very good and talented. I thought that 'I cannot hold too much hope, if we don’t work hard enough we will be buried (underneath the other teams)’ and worked even harder after our debut. I’m practicing these days to improve singing and dancing. Although I still lack a lot, I will do well. I’ll have more confidence in myself.”

Translation: Teddy, Selin, Rini, Esmee @ FY! NCT (NCTINFO) | Source: NYLON April Issue

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Everyday, I make a gratitude list of 10 things that I’m grateful for. I really think I’m really lucky. I’m so grateful for my family, my mom, my stepdad, they all made it possible for me to come here. Plus the the opportunities I’ve had, for my friends, for the fact that I’m living in New York, in my own apartment in the city. I’m also grateful to have people that believe in me the way they do; my manager has been with me 17 years, my agent for 15 years. It’s also a friendly reminder that life is has got to keep going, you should never feel like you’ve arrived. You gotta stay hungry. It’s all over for you the moment you don’t.

Guys today has been so insane the craziest thing happened to me and i’m not even gonna type this in a professional manner because i’m outside and that’s hella work but i was carrying around my #bringbacksense8 poster and someone stopped me and this guy ended up being brian j smiths roommate and he asked if he could take a picture of me and he uploaded it to his instagram story and tagged brian on it. also so many people were rooting with me while i was marching and someone dearly expressed their feelings to me about how this show means so much to them in regards of representation. i’m so glad i managed to represent this in new york pride especially where it was televised so hopefully it will make an impact like you guys have been doing at prides all around the world. right now i’m sitting on some stairs and people are stopping to take a picture of me with the poster and i have never been more happy to be doing this.. i will upload pictures later on tonight or tomorrow

This Is War [8]

Summary: After being rejected by your best friend Bucky, Sam sets you up with one of his friends, on the condition that if the date doesn’t go well, you have to sign up for a dating app. The date doesn’t go well. As you begin to look for love in other places, Bucky starts to feel something he never felt before. Jealous

Bucky Barnes X Reader

Word Count: 1165

Warnings: Bucky in just sweatpants?

A/N: Sorry this took so long! My life has been a crazy mess lately, and so busy!! I don’t know when it will let up, but I will do my best to post more regularly!! Also I plan on writing most of my next series BEFORE I start posting it so this doesn’t happen. Feedback would be amazing. I love you all so much and thank you for sticking with me!! xoxo

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Finding Closure (Part 4)

Summary: AU. Reader left behind a hometown full of misery to make a new home in Brooklyn. A death in the family forces her to briefly return to the place that has haunted her dreams and memories for three years. Will she finally be able to move on, or will a figure from the past change everything?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 3,367

Warnings: angst, language, mentions of bad home life, family issues, revisiting childhood home, excessive Bucky adorableness, drinking, dumb decisions on both sides

A/N: I just needed to post this. Part four of my entry for @tatortot2701‘s AU challenge. I know it’s probably annoying, and it doesn’t get anyone anywhere, but who’s rational when it comes to this stuff anyway? PS - the song is “My Girl” by the Temptations. I hc that Bucky’s uncle used to listen to oldies in the garage.

Part:  1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6

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you might get an ovation

pairing: daveed diggs x reader, lin-manuel miranda x reader, daveed x reader x lin (i think that’s how this should be listed idk) 

request: @iamafangirlforeverthing​: “Can you write a reader imagine where daveed and Lin compete for her affections and just pure nsfw…” and @itsme-ashley-marie​: “Can I get some super kinky role play?!” AND @derpypenguin​: “Lin smut with maybe some nice daddy/sir kink with some bondage maybe??”

summary: lin and daveed are both super into reader. she goes with this for a little, before they realize there’s only one way to make them all happy.

warnings: NSFW, smut, flirting, wall sex, dom/sub, begging, dirty talk, clippng lyrics, oral sex, prof/student roleplay, bath sex, threesome (kinda…), spitroasting, mentions of other kinks,

word count: 4,936

a/n: i am going straight to hell. probably tomorrow, honestly. title from clippng’s “wriggle.” this was fun. enjoy!! lemme know whatchu think!! the sequel to this smut sin is here 

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hi youngjae is alive and doing well and having so much fun in new york my problems have been solved and my skin has never looked so clear in 18 years

Stage Door (Daveed x Reader)

Pairing: Daveed Diggs x Reader

Summary: The whole “you see color when you touch your soulmate” deal. It’s fluff (and smut. There’s some in there).

A/N: Thank you thank you thank you for reading. You’re all too cool for me.


At least it was Friday. You just had to get through a day of work, then you could come home and binge-watch Netflix.  The entry level job you had been given was not challenging, and you spent a majority of your time reading or listening to music.  Though it was tedious it paid well, and you couldn’t complain about being able to make rent for once.  


“Your shirt and pants don’t match.”

You sighed.  Your cubicle-mate had recently met her soulmate, and every day for the past week she had criticized your choice of outfit.  

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Uptown Girl [3]

Summary: Y/N comes from one of the richest families in New York. Peter crushes hard on her but knows they could never happen.

AN: thank you to everyone who liked part 2 YAY! this part is in peter’s POV btw!

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Peter Parker x Reader

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“I have the perfect movie for us to watch tonight!” Y/N excitedly said from beside me.

6 months.

It’s been 6 months since me and Y/N L/N became friends. In the course of those 6 months, she had managed to wiggle her way into my life to the point where it was hard to imagine life without her beaming smile greeting me when I looked to my side. It was also getting harder to hide the fact that I was completely in love with her but was too much of an idiot to do anything about it.

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nytimes.com
BREAKING: [Unhinged and Terrified] Trump Tells The Times He Wouldn’t Have Appointed Sessions if He Had Known Sessions Would Recuse Himself on Russia
By Peter Baker, Michael S. Schmidt and Maggie Haberman

Trump said on Wednesday that he never would have appointed Attorney General Jeff Sessions had he known Mr. Sessions would recuse himself from overseeing the Russia investigation that has dogged his presidency, calling the decision “very unfair to the president.”

In a remarkable public break with one of his earliest political supporters, Mr. Trump complained that Mr. Sessions’s decision ultimately led to the appointment of a special counsel that should not have happened. “Sessions should have never recused himself, and if he was going to recuse himself, he should have told me before he took the job and I would have picked somebody else,” Mr. Trump said.

In a wide-ranging interview with The New York Times, the president also accused James B. Comey, the F.B.I. director he fired in May, of trying to leverage a dossier of compromising material to keep his job. Mr. Trump criticized both the acting F.B.I. director who has been filling in since Mr. Comey’s dismissal and the deputy attorney general who recommended it. And he took on Robert S. Mueller III, the special counsel now leading the investigation into Russian meddling in last year’s election.

Mr. Trump said Mr. Mueller was running an office rife with conflicts of interest and warned investigators against delving into matters too far afield from Russia.

To summarize, Trump:

– all but admitted that he’s corrupt as fuck and counted on his Attorney General to cover for him.

– falsely accused James Comey of trying to blackmail him with the Steele Dossier and attacked Andrew McCabe (probably because McCabe called him a liar).

– revealed that he’s scared shitless of Mueller’s investigation, knows that his money laundering on behalf of Eastern and Western criminal organizations is going to be uncovered, and implied that he’d try to end Mueller’s investigation.

Soulmate The8

Part of the Seventeen Soulmate Series

It was funny, really, that no one could ever truly know what was going on in someone else’s head. Except one time- for one moment. The first thought your soulmate would ever have when they saw you would be written in bold letters across your arm.

Some people had some pretty embarrassing words. They were sweet, really, when you considered the sentiment, but they were pretty awful for the young kids who had to walk around with them. Your close friend had, spelled in huge letters across her arm, “holy fucking shit!” 

Your own words were in letters that, at first, everyone around you had not understood. Luckily, all hospitals had a language expert somewhere on their staff who would either translate unknown marks on the arms of newborns or at least inform the parents what language it was so that they could get it translated themselves if they wanted to. Your local specialist had gazed in amazement at your mark and told your family it was a mix of languages. First Korean, then Mandarin. It was also… unusually long. A stream of thought.

They were surprised. But it was assumed that your soulmate must be bilingual. And since a very young age, determined when it came to the idea of your soulmate, you set off on the tough road of trying to learn both.

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Don’t Let Me Go

Request: Fic Req: Peter Parker coming over in the middle of the night because he had a nightmare.  + based on that pic of tom shirtless scrolling through his phone with a cup of tea/coffee bc I’m thirsty

Pairing: Peter Parker + Reader

Warnings: A few curse words I think if you consider that a warning lol A LOT OF FLUFF SURPRISNGLY


You had only been asleep for maybe an hour when you heard the incessant knocking on your window. You were in your apartment alone since your parents had decided to take a trip together alone for the anniversary, so you were on higher alert and the fact that someone was knocking at your door at two in the morning didn’t sit right with you.

You sat up in your bed, hesitantly grabbing the first object within reach which just so happened to be an umbrella littered with various cats and dogs – a joke gift Peter had given you on your third-year friendship anniversary because, “Get it?! It’s raining cats and dogs!”

At the thought of Peter you smiled slightly, but the continuous knocking snapped you out of your thoughts. You lowered your umbrella as you walked closer to your window, the thought that it might be more likely that Peter be at your window than a murderer. You were proven right as you drew your curtain back and saw a flushed Peter sitting on your fire escape, clad in his alter-ego’s costume minus the mask.

You pushed your window up, immediately being pushed back into your bedroom as Peter’s arms wounded around your waist and pulled you against him. You were stunned for a couple of seconds, hearing his harsh and broken breathing. You eventually returned his embrace, your arms finding themselves around his neck.

“Peter?”

“God, you’re so warm. No!” He gripped you tighter, stopping your movements of trying to let go. “Please, don’t let go of me.”

Your grip tightened around him as he lifted you off the floor slightly. “Peter,” your grip loosened as you felt yourself on the ground again, “I have to close the window. Go lay in my bed, I’ll be quick.” He reluctantly let go, shuffling to get to your bed. As promised, as soon as you shut your window you returned to his open embrace under your comforter.

“Do you want to know why I’m here at two in the morning?” In all honesty, you weren’t going to ask. You didn’t mind losing sleep over Peter, especially when he seemed like he needed you. You were just going to fall asleep against him, like you had done so many times before. You’d do anything just to be like this with him every night.

“Only if you want to tell me.”

“I had another nightmare.”

“About?” You knew what the answer was. Ever since Peter had told you about him being Spider-Man, his nightmares about you being taken from him were almost a weekly thing. It had never gotten bad enough for him to visit you in the middle of the night, however.

“You… except it was different. God, it felt so real.” His voice started to tremble as his arms tightened around your waist. “You wouldn’t wake up – no matter what I said or did, you just didn’t respond to me. Then your body was ripped away from me, I couldn’t say bye and I didn’t know where you were. I saw flashes of green and orange, but nothing else. Everything was dark, cold – everything I imagine life without you to be.”

His head had drifted down to rest on your chest, his grip on you deadly but you didn’t mind. You knew what it felt like to dream of a world without Peter. You would never tell him but knowing how often he risked his life scared the absolute shit out of you. You knew it was something he felt he needed to do, an obligation of some sorts, and you knew he was more than capable, but nothing would ever make you comfortable with the idea of him not ever coming back to you. Even when he promised you each time he would always come back to you. “(Y/N)?”

“Yes, Peter?”

“Don’t let me go.” His speech was slurred, dripping with exhaustion as you felt every one of his muscles relax, his eyes fluttering to a close.

“Never, Peter.”

“Good,” his grip loosened, “I love you.” You tensed at the words, Peter already having slipped into unconsciousness. Peter and you had been best friends for four years, he still flushed whenever your hands so much as skimmed each other’s while you walked down the sidewalk together. Your fingers lightly continued to card through his hair as you fell asleep with a smile on your face.


You woke up to the sun peeping through your thin blue curtains, the New York cold becoming evident with the lack of the additional body heat next to you. “Peter?” You heard a soft “in the kitchen!” before you flung your legs off the side of your bed and padded your way to the bathroom to freshen up before making your way to the kitchen.

Your knees almost buckled at the sight in front of you. Peter stood at the kitchen entrance without his shirt, his hair a complete mess as he idly looked through his phone, occasionally bringing a cup of coffee to his lips. You shook your head at the sinful thoughts that overwhelmed you and started walking up to him. You had gone unnoticed until you walked up behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist. You laughed lightly as you felt his body tense and then relax under your touch. “It was cold without this morning.” He turned in your arms and wrapped an arm around your shoulders.

“Sorry,” he laughed in return, “I had to use the bathroom, and then I decided to make some coffee. Want?” You shook your head no, burying your face further into his bare chest. Peter set his cup down on the counter next to you and wrapped both of his arms around you, pulling you impossibly closer to him. “Want to head back to bed?” At your nod, he began to walk you backwards to the direction of your room. His hands dropped to your waist, helping you lay backwards on your bed, crawling on top of you as his hands supported his weight above you.

His head rested in the nape of your neck, his breath hot against your skin. You smiled softly as you felt his lips peck you a few times, feather like kisses trailing from you neck to your jawline, only to rest on your cheek. The moment felt so intimate, it made you dizzy – the feeling almost making you forget Peter’s confession to you last night.

Almost.

“Peter?” You didn’t allow your voice to come out as more than a whisper, scared that you’d make him nervous with any other tone.

“Yes?” His breath fanned across your face, making your cheeks burn just the slightest.

“I love you, too,” you prepared for him to pull away from you, for him to at least tense above you, or for him to laugh, even… but, he didn’t. You felt the ghost of a smile against your cheek before you felt his lips against your skin again. He dragged his lips from your cheek to the corner of your mouth, pecking you there in the softest of ways. You breathing hitched as his face pulled away to look at yours, his eyes trailing along every detail of your face.

“Say it again,” he closed his eyes before taking a deep breath in, out, “please.”

You smiled, bringing your hands to rest on either side of his face, pulling him closer to you. “I love you.”

As soon as the words left you, it was almost as if he wanted to inhale them, wanting to hear you say you love him in every inch of his body. His lips landed on yours in a rushed kiss, filled with heavy breathing and soft sighs and wide smiles, almost making it impossible to kiss through it.

“I love you,” his kiss traveled across your face, earning small laughs from you, “so much.”

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Chris Colfer: The First Time I Braved New York (and a Taxi!)
The “Glee” actor and best-selling author, whose latest young adult novel is “Stranger Than Fanfiction,” talks about a rite of passage.
By Chris Colfer

Imagine, if you will, the Pillsbury Doughboy with Peter Brady’s haircut and Truman Capote’s voice. Add a sprinkling of the fear of being touched and the social anxiety of a shy Chihuahua. That was me at 18, and in December 2008, that guy decided it was a good idea to take a trip to New York City all by himself.

To reiterate why this cultural experiment was destined for failure, I should mention I was born and raised in Clovis, Calif., a small town in the heart of the San Joaquin Valley — you know, where they end up in “The Grapes of Wrath.” Clovis is a place of spacious farmland, quiet suburbs, ample street parking and trucks with testicle ornaments. It couldn’t be more different from the Big Apple, which is probably why I spent much of my adolescence wishing Kristin Chenoweth would show up in Glinda the Good Witch’s bubble and take me there.

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Heart Spice (Derek/Stiles)

@sterekseason requested Stiles/Derek:  we were both lovers over a decade ago and now we meet again to battle it out on this cooking program. our rivalry is strong and just because the camera operator caught us making out in the pantry doesn’t mean i won’t defeat you with the power of truffle oil AU

For winning first prize in my Birthday Giveaway, Hannah gets two fics. This is the first one based on the prompt above. I hope you enjoy it! Fic #34 in my 2017 Prompt Challenge

Heart Spice. Derek/Stiles. Teen. Also on AO3.

When Stiles was twenty-two, he had his heart broken when Derek chose his career over their relationship. A little over ten years later, they meet again on the set of a reality TV cooking competition. Derek wants a second chance, but Stiles isn’t really in a forgiving mood.

“Glad you could make it, Stiles.” Cora nods at him, offering a friendly half-smile that’s the equivalent of a wide, toothy grin from anyone else. It’s a little surprising, and also a little suspicious because Cora usually isn’t smiley.

“I almost didn’t come,” Stiles admits. “Lydia forced me into the car and drove me here before I could, how did she put it, wimp out like a whiny dork.” Stiles rolls his eyes. “For the record, I wasn’t wimping out. I was just having second thoughts because of reasons.”

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“I really like my life right now, I have friends around me all the time. I’ve started painting more. I’ve been working out a lot. I’ve started to really take pride in being strong. I love the album I made. I love that I moved to New York. So in terms of being happy, I’ve never been closer to that.” — Taylor Swift

{ red velvet }

pairing: thomas jefferson x reader (ft. sugar daddy!thomas)

t/w: none!

tags: @toonerzchatz @promisesandmore @itsallexmallory @impala-moose @jaydiggs1218 @fierydaemon @slightlysouless @jzzyjones @wiindmill @whitestorm547 @hamilturnt  @littleblue5mcdork @arostrolgy @mcgrammer15 @fanagelbagel   @luna-lightwood-potter @strawbirby @21donutlover @jazzyyyjones 

a/n: thank you for 2,500 followers! we’ll celebrate with this!

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part one // part two // part three


two. 

“Thomas Jefferson,” You read out loud to Peggy as you ate a bowl of cereal. “He’s 31. Loves France, art, and is looking for a companion.” You laughed a little, but your voice quickly softened. “He makes over $100,000.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.” Peggy snorted, digging into her breakfast.

“Well,” You paused. “No, but -” You chuckled. “That’s a lot of money. More than what I make.”

“Definitely. What else?”

“He’s really tall and he’s really fit from the looks of these pictures.” You smiled, scrolling through the photos on his profile. “He’s traveled a lot and -”

Another message!

Peggy knew what the look on your face meant. She squealed and quickly peered over your shoulder.

“What did he say? What did he say?”

You opened the message and felt your heart race as the app loaded. Finally, your conversation with Thomas appeared. You picked right back up from where you left off.

Hi, darling. It’s been great talking to you. How does a night out in the city sound?

“A night out in the city.” Peggy grinned. “And maybe if you play your cards right -”

You blushed. “Hush, Pegs.” You went to type out a response.

Sounds great. What do you have in mind?

I figured we could do dinner. I wanted to get to know you better, love.

“Darling? Love?” Peggy was practically bouncing in her seat. “These pet names are too much. I’m going to die.”

That sounds great! I’d like that a lot.

His response came right away.

Perfect. Gramercy Tavern at six? I’ll come by and pick you up.

“What kind of car do you think he drives? Maserati?” Peggy mused. “Mercedes-Benz?” She gasped. “A Rolls Royce?”

“He looks like a BMW kind of guy.” You mused as you typed out a response. 

Okay, here’s my address. I’ll see you then!

You sat back in your chair with a little sigh. You turned your phone off and looked up at Peggy. “What am I going to wear?”

“Wear your white dress. The short one with the lace. We can jazz it up with some jewelry.”

“Gramercy Tavern is like, crazy nice though.”

“You’re going to look amazing. Relax.”

You tried to. If it was any other situation, you were sure you would have been more excited, but there was something about the whole arrangement that made you nervous. Was it shallow that you were asking for money? Would people judge you? You didn’t want to come off across as desperate, but in all honestly, that’s what you were.

You went to class with Peggy but when you two came back home, you were still on edge.

It neared six o’ clock. Thomas would be here soon. You were dressed to the nines with Peggy’s expertise. The dress hit all the right places, accentuated the best parts of your body. The dress was short so it hit your waist but showed off your legs. You finished the look with nude heels, a matching clutch, and a pretty diamond necklace. Your makeup was done, your hair was curled. You even shaved your legs for the night.

You looked the part. Now, you’d just have to get through dinner.

You felt your phone buzz. It was Thomas.

Darling, I’m outside.

“He’s outside.” You felt your heart race. “Peggy, where’s my phone?”

“In your hand.” She deadpanned, looking up at you. “Deep breath,” She advised you, placing her hands on your shoulders. “This is just the man that’s going to pay your tuition if he likes you enough to do so. No pressure or anything but just make sure you’re charming and beautiful and perfect.”

You glared at her as she finished her sentence, but it wasn’t long before you two laughed. Peggy smiled.

“Knock ‘em dead. You look gorgeous.” She gave you a quick hug. “Pray to God I won’t have to file a police report, but I’ll know what to tell them if something does happen.”

“We’ll be at Gramercy Tavern. Don’t forget. The one on 42 East Twentieth Street.” 

“Got it.” She looked you up and down once more, memorizing your outfit in case she would have to give a description to the police. “If you’re uncomfortable at all, call me. I will pick you up. I’m not kidding.”

“I know.” You mumbled. Peggy wasn’t one to joke about those things. “I’ll send you the siren emoji.”

“Okay. Make sure you get that license plate. I may or may not text you every hour to make sure you’re alive.”

“Thanks, Peggy.” You smiled and squeezed her hand before heading out the door. “Love you!” 

“Love you too!”

You were greeted by the cool New York air. You walked down the few steps that led up to your place with Peggy, before looking around.

You had practically memorized the face of the man you were looking for now. Curly hair, bright smile, brown eyes. You hadn’t seen him until -

He stood at the bottom of the stairs, smiling at you.

Mr. Jefferson was incredibly handsome, dressed in a white dress shirt with a black blazer and matching slacks. He donned a slim black tie, completing his look. You knew he was handsome just by the look of his profile picture, but to see him in person still took your breath away. He was taller than you imagined. You were in awe of him as he came forward to greet you.

“Hi, darling. I’m Thomas.” He said smoothly, hints of his Southern accent coming out. He leaned forward, brought you in for a hug and kissed your cheek. He pulled away and gave you a little smile.

It was brighter than the New York skyline. There was this strange sort of warmth that filled your heart as you looked up at him. From a single smile, you felt like you had known him for years.

“You’re even lovelier in person.” Thomas whispered, a little twinkle in his eye.

“T-Thank you.” You blushed and Thomas’ eyes seemed to soften at the sight of you. You tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear and reminded yourself to speak up.

“I’m (Y/N). It’s nice to meet you too.”

“Shall we?” He offered you his arm. You took it gratefully, and let him lead you to the car. Peggy and you were both wrong. His car was sleek, sophisticated, and a gorgeous black Bentley. He opened the car door for you and helped you in, before closing the door behind you.

You were greeted with the feeling of luxurious leather seats underneath your fingertips. You remembered you needed to ask him something.

When he came into the car, you spoke up. “Is it alright if I get your license plate?”

Thomas nodded, slipping his keys into the ignition. “Course, darling. It’s 6YJ8R54.”

“Thank you.” You quickly sent a text to Peggy and relaxed when she sent you a thumbs up emoji back. “My roommate just wants to make sure I’m alright. Not that you’re a bad person or anything.”

“No, I understand. The last thing I want for you is to be uncomfortable. Especially if we continue seeing each other after this.” He pointed out, pulling out onto the streets of New York. “So, have you been to Gramercy Tavern before?”

“Never.” You admitted. The radio played softly in the background. Smooth, sultry jazz poured into the car.

“Well, I’m honored to be your first.” He smiled a little. “I think you’ll like it.”

“I’m sure I will.” You turned your phone off. “Hey, is this the album you mentioned to me last night?”

“Miles Davis.” He grinned. “Yeah. You remembered.” 

“Yeah,” You laughed a little. “Plus it sounded familiar.” 

“I didn’t know you liked jazz.” 

“I can appreciate it. My dad listened to jazz a lot when I was a kid. Kind of nice to hear it again.”

The restaurant wasn’t too far from your apartment. Thomas chatted with you about the city, and you appreciated it. You felt a little more comfortable the closer you got to the restaurant. You had driven through the heart of the city, the bright lights and live energy making you smile until he turned down a less busy street. He pulled up in front of the restaurant.

You shouldn’t have been surprised when he pulled right into valet, but even still you were. He gave you a little smile before the workers opened each of your car doors. You stepped out and looked at the lovely restaurant before you. Thomas spoke to the employee for a moment before coming around. He offered you his arm again.

“I’m impressed, Mr. Jefferson.” You chuckled a little.

“I know it might take a little getting used to, but when you’re with me, expect nothing less.”

“What is it that you do again?”

“I work in marketing. It gets pretty busy, but I like the job.”

“Clearly it pays well.”

Thomas smirked. “You could say that, yeah.”

You looked up at him, noticing how smug he looked before you laughed along with him. He opened the door to the restaurant for you and you slipped inside. He had his hand on your lower back as you approached the hostess.

She greeted you warmly. It only took a minute for her to find Thomas’ reservation. She had you follow her and quickly sat you down at a table. Thomas was ever the gentleman, pulling out your chair and you sat at the candlelit table together. The ambiance was warm and yet, not too stuffy. You were sure you didn’t fit in with this crowd, but being with Thomas made you feel a little better.

Other diners laughed and chatted around you. You couldn’t help but notice how many more couples were there. To your left, someone was celebrating an anniversary. Another couple held hands across the table to your right. It was such a romantic place. You wondered if he chose this place for a reason.

“And you, sweetheart? What is it that you hope to do?” He looked at you curiously. “Or do you see this as how you’re going to make a living?”

The question took you aback. You knew what he was referring to when he said this. You were sure he didn’t mean to come across as rude, but it seemed so anyway. You pursed your lips together, tried to keep yourself calm before you called Thomas a self-entitled prick–or something along those lines.

“Actually, I’m in school right now.” You straightened up a little, looking him right in the eye. “I’m studying to be a (M/N). My scholarship is ending soon. I’m concerned about how I’ll pay for my tuition. I don’t want to take out more loans so I needed to find a way to get some extra cash. I’m not sure what reasons you’ve heard from other girls, but I promise it’s more than because I want a new pair of shoes.”

You let out a sigh as soon as you got the statement out. You knew you probably shouldn’t have snapped at the man who was essentially going to pay your tuition, but you weren’t sorry. You simply looked up at him with a tight smile.

Maybe this was a bad idea. You thought. You started to think about an alternative plan. You could take a couple more hours at work and -

“I respect that.” Thomas spoke up. You stared up at him. He leaned back in his chair a little. “I’d be glad to help.”

You nodded a little and let out a sigh of relief. Your heart was beating so quickly, you felt like it was going to explode. “Thank you.”

Thomas felt something click inside him. He’d been on other dates before with women who he couldn’t even recall the name of and yet, here he was, hanging onto every word you said as if it was your last. 

He couldn’t explain the feeling he had at the time, but looking back he knew exactly what it was. 

He didn’t have time to dwell on it because you spoke up again.

“I have to admit,” you opened up the menu as you spoke. Your eyes fell on the word lobster at least three times. “I’ve never done this before so how is this relationship going to work?”

“I like you.” Thomas chuckled, thanking the hostess when she brought you glasses of water. “Most girls aren’t this honest. Or frankly as interesting.”

You laughed a little. “Really?”

“I knew you were new to this lifestyle from the moment you messaged me.” He pointed out. “You were polite.” He laughed a little. “And you were right about what you said earlier. Most girls just want a taste at this upscale lifestyle, which isn’t wrong or anything, but to hear your reason …” He had a little glint in his eye. “You’re very smart.”

“For getting a sugar daddy?” You laughed a little. “You’re just trying to make me feel better.”

“No. It’s smart!” He insisted. “And your reason is pretty noble.”

“Do you know how long it took me to admit that I was becoming a sugar baby? I felt so embarrassed.”

“There’s nothing wrong with it.” Thomas chuckled a little. “It shows that you’re resourceful. You do what you have to do to get ahead. It’s … admirable.”

You smiled a little, looking at Thomas from across the table. “You make me sound so noble … like this is some great sacrifice I’m making for the greater good.” You exaggerated before the two of you started laughing.

He shrugged. “You’re doing it for a worthy cause to me. More than for a pair of shoes.”

You started to say more, but you turned your head when you heard the workers singing happy birthday to a diner across the restaurant. You smiled fondly before looking back to Thomas. You didn’t notice how intently he admired you.

“Before the waitress comes back, how does the tasting menu sound? I think it’ll give you a bit of everything on the menu.” He hummed. “Do you like seafood?”

“Yeah. It sounds great.” You looked over what the tasting menu offered. Marinated scallops, lobster salad, duck breast and sausage. Your mouth watered. You knew this would be the nicest meal you would have had in a while.

“If there’s anything else you want, let me know.”

You smiled and promised you would, but you still felt a little uncomfortable about it the whole ordeal. It would take some getting used to.

The waitress came by, politely asked you for drinks. You both told her your orders and before she left, Thomas ordered the tasting platter. The waitress took your menus and left you alone, not leaving without giving you a friendly smile.

Soft classical music played in the background. You could hear the clink of silverware all throughout the restaurant.

“Do you come here often?” You asked, trying to fill the silence.

“Yes. Usually on business though.” He nodded a little, fingers tapping along the table absentmindedly. “It’s nice to be here on a date for once.”

“I haven’t gotten out much either.” You mumbled a little shyly.

“No college boys for you?” He asked with a smile. You shook your head and he raised his eyebrows in surprise. “Come on, there has to be someone. You’re a beautiful girl.”

“I’m flattered, but no,” You played with the end of your napkin a little nervously. “Besides, they don’t know how to treat a lady.”

Thomas raised his eyebrows, a little smirk beginning to form on his face. “That so?”

“Yep.” You smiled before continuing. “Plus, half of them are just there to party.”

Thomas laughed at your comment, but he tilted his head a little your previous comment.

“Well, you focus on your studies, love. I’ll treat you better than those boys.”

And from the way he looked at you with his kind eyes and small smile, you had no doubt that he would.

You shared an appetizer, continued you talk all throughout your time there. He ordered a bottle of wine for the two of you. You only had one drink. Eventually, you did get into how your arrangement would work, and as awkward as it was at first, it made you feel a little better once you set the ground rules.

You’d have an allowance–money you could spend however you chose. He figured he’d pay you by the date and give you extra money if you needed it.

“I know you’d like me to cover your tuition mostly, but I don’t mind treating you from time to time. Clothes, makeup, etc.” He trailed off.

You felt yourself getting starry eyed. You were lucky enough to get Thomas as your sugar daddy. You were pleasantly surprised at how well this was going. He’d been nothing but a gentleman so far. 

“And if I have any events, I’d love to bring you along to them.” He mentioned. “If your schedule allows you to.”

“Of course.”

Your waitress came by with your first entree. It was delicious, and Thomas was glad to see how much you were enjoying the food. The food came out one after another. Marinated scallops, squash tortellini.

For a moment, he indulged in this idea of you. He could see himself doing this with you often. You were intelligent and funny and easy to talk to. As he looked at you, he wondered if there would be a chance that you would love him for more than his money.

Yet, he knew the chances of that were unlikely. It was implied that you were not to fall in love with one another. Besides, he hadn’t been in love since -

“Are you alright?” You asked him softly, noticing the zoned out look in his eye.

Thomas laughed a little. “Y-Yes. Sorry about that. Lost in thought.”

“It’s okay.” You straightened up a little. “I was asking you about Virginia. What’s it like?”

Just like that, Thomas was talking again, that familiar twinkle in his eye and that bright smile on his face. You’d never been there, but from the way Thomas talked about it, you wanted to see it someday for yourself.

“And that’s Virginia in a nut-shell.” Thomas chuckled. He started to say more, until your waitress came back. Thomas turned his attention to her.

“Would you two be interested in getting dessert tonight?” She asked with a little smile, already handing the menu to Thomas.

“Darling, wanna take a look?” He opened to the dessert page and slipped it over to you. “You can order whatever you want.”

You took it from him with a little smile. You only needed a minute before you made up your mind.

“The chocolate cake sounds good.”  You hummed. Thomas smiled.

“It’s amazing. You’re gonna love it.”

You handed him the menu back and he gave it to the waitress. “We’ll do the chocolate cake.”

“Excellent choice.” The waitress smiled. “The cookie platter is complimentary with it so I’ll bring that out as well.”

“Perfect, thank you.”

Thomas noticed how you perked up at the mention of the cookie platter. He looked over at you once the waitress had gone.

“I may or may not have wanted that all along.” You smiled a little, looking down a little.

“Don’t be shy. Tell me if you ever want anything. I’ll get it for you.” He reached across the table and gently squeezed your hand. He pulled away almost immediately after, but you appreciated the gesture. “That’s how this relationship works.” 

Dessert was amazing. You split the cake and Thomas was right–you did love it. The cookie platter was cute, full of six different kinds of cookies that came with glasses of milk for each of you. That combined with the chocolate cake had you feeling stuffed, but in the best way possible.

Thomas didn’t let you look at the bill. He paid and tipped the waitress without missing a beat. As soon as he got his card back, he gave you a little smile.

“Ready to go?” Thomas asked, straightening up in his chair a little. You nodded, grabbed your phone, your clutch, and rose to your feet. He helped you up and instinctively put his hand on the small of your back as a server went past you with his hands full of entrees. Soon after, you both headed outside, reentering the New York scene. 

The sky was pitch black but there were a few stars. The lights from the city shone brighter than them. You stood closer to Thomas as a cold wind blew. You rubbed your shoulders to gather some warmth, but Thomas quickly slung his blazer over your shoulders. He promised the car was coming around in a minute. Once his car pulled around, he helped you inside.

Before he drove off, he put the heater on lowly. His blazer was still around your shoulders. His cologne filled your nose.

“I’ll drop you off at your place.”

You perked up at this. “Not yours?”

Thomas shook his head. “I don’t expect you to put out on the first date.”

You nodded slowly. “The other girls you’ve been with … do they go home with you on the first date?”

“Uh, sometimes. Usually, they insist.”

But you seem different. He wanted to say, but he decided against it.

He cleared his throat a little. “Don’t worry about it. I said I wanted to get to know you better, and that I did. This is your address, right?”

You looked at his phone which was open to his GPS. “Mhmm.”

“Alright. We’ll be there in a little.”

You got lost in the city around you, felt warm from Thomas’ gestures as well as the heat on in the car. You looked over at Thomas, quietly admired the silhouette of his profile.

Before you could get caught up in the idea of him, you reminded yourself this was an arrangement in which love wasn’t a part of the deal. You turned off the feeling. Ignored it. You didn’t have time to fall in love. Thomas didn’t seem to either.

Before you knew it, Thomas had parked in front of your apartment. He turned the car off and gave you a little smile.

“I’ll walk you to your door.” He got out of the car and you did too. By the time, he came around, he had helped you onto the sidewalk and walked with you up the few steps that led to your front door. You took off his blazer and handed it back to him.

“Thank you for such a nice night out.” You said, looking up at him. He took his blazer from you with a little smile while you were busy digging into your clutch for your keys. You found them and smiled up at Thomas.

He looked heavenly. His hair framed his face perfectly. He looked content. The moonlight hit his face and showed off his best features. You could see him smiling back at you.

“It was a pleasure.”

You reached up on your tiptoes and kissed his cheek. Once you pulled away, he whispered, “I’ll transfer the money tomorrow morning.”

You’d agreed he would give you an extra $200 for each date, but you were sure he spent that alone on dinner. You opened your mouth to protest, but he stopped you before you could say anything.

He gently placed his hands on your shoulders, gave you a loose smile. “All you have to do is say thank you.”

You nodded, managed a smile and a little laugh. “Thank you, Thomas. I really had a great time.”

He grinned. “Me too. Good night, darling.”

“Good night.” You said softly then walked through the front door. You couldn’t help but smile as you kicked your heels off.

You could get used to this.

You Again

YOU AGAIN PT. 1

Overview: After graduating from law school in New York, you were offered a job at one of the best firms in London. Once there, you bumped into Draco Malfoy, your former best friend and former boyfriend. But almost eight years have passed, and you’re in for the surprise of a lifetime. (Muggle/Modern AU)

Word Count: About 2,200.

Warning(s): Some swearing.

Note: This is loosely inspired by the movie You Again and Taylor Swift’s “Speak Now.” The fic will be around 10 parts in total. Stay tuned! :)

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To say you were shocked to be back in London was an understatement.

After graduating from Columbia Law School, you expected to stay where your network was strong and self-built. Still, with cutthroat graduates all looking to partner with the best firms in New York, you knew your only options were to stand out or to get out.

You just never thought the option you’d choose would be the latter.

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