she whispers quietly to herself

So ist es immer, touka/yomo fanfic (headcanon)

Summary: Yomo and Touka share a nice moment together the day after her wedding.

i wrote it this morning and i totally forgot to post it! i hope it’s not too ooc, touka apparently knows that yomo is her uncle (it was hinted before..) so i do mention that in here, i also want to believe that they share some corny family moments like this once in a while ♡ enjoy! /////


“It’s… kind of a big deal, you know? Being married and all that,” he says, trying to gather some wisdom. “So much, uhh… stuff to do, you know, responsibilities, many adult decisions to make and… yeah.” He frowns, what the hell is he even saying?

Touka frowns too, blurting out a giggle.

“God. You’re terrible with words, did you know that?”

Yomo smiles, cheeks softly blushing.

“Y-Yeah, sorry.”

“It’s okay. I’m awful with words too. I guess small talks don’t run in the family.”

Yomo shakes his head, and he’s not smiling anymore. His face shifts to one side to look at her, and Touka finds nothing but truth within his eyes.

“No,” he admits, and he’s being serious right now. “You’ve always been great with words. Just like your mother.”

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Joker Imagine - Project 6277 PART 11

Previous part: Part 10


Joker’s P.O.V.

Y/N had been down there for a little too long. I expected to see her at the surface but I saw nothing. Was she dead? Suddenly I felt like I took her here too early. I wasn’t really sure what to do. This waiting made me anxious. Why wasn’t she coming up?! ‘’Oh for fuck’s sake’’ I growled and threw away my jacket.  I gathered speed and then I jumped off the edge, falling down towards the pool of acid.

The chemicals burnt my clothes as I dove under. I had gotten used to it but I still didn’t enjoy this feeling. After trying to find Y/N, I felt her body. Quickly I wrapped my arms around her and I kicked us to the surface. There I found the small platform where I could stand on. 

Y/N’s body was limb. Her eyes were closed and she didn’t move.I started to feel really bad now. Had this killed her? Did I jump in too late?

But then her eyes opened and she gasped for air. A smile appeared on my face as I saw life in her. She was covered in the acid but she was still beautiful. Already now her E/C eyes seemed brighter. She looked at me and she seemed confused. I was so happy that she didn’t die like most people in acid. It caused laughter to roar out of my mouth.

It worked!

Y/N held onto my arms and she raised her head a little bit. Then I leaned down to kiss her lips that tasted sour because of the chemicals. She kissed me back and then I knew this was perfect. The fun could begin!


We arrived at the penthouse a little later. The first and most important thing we did was getting in the shower. We walked into the master bathroom where I started undressing Y/N from the clothes she still had. The chemicals had burnt them pretty badly already. She didn’t mind at all that I took off her clothes. She just looked a little shy.

‘’Was it as bad as you thought it would be?’’ I asked her and then I hooked my fingers around her panties. I started to drag them down her legs but I kept my eyes directed to hers. They were really bright! Knowing that my plan had been working so far made me so happy in a sick and twisted way.

‘’Nope’’ She replied with a sweet smile. That’s when I got up and got rid of my broken clothes. It didn’t take long until we were both naked. Y/N’s skin had turned lighter because of the chemicals. Even her hair was bleached.I knew for sure that I had to redye my hair soon.

‘’You’re so beautiful’’ I purred and put my hands on her hips. Y/N blushed and looked at my tattoos instead of my eyes. She was still so pure, so innocent. I pushed her gently so she was leaning against the white tile wall. Then I turned the shower on and let the warm water run. I grabbed Y/N’s jaw and made her look at my face.

‘’Do you trust me?’’ I asked Y/N seriously. She nodded lightly. I let my hand travel down the side of her body until I touched her thigh. Her breath hitched in her throat. ‘’It’s going to be okay kitten. Tomorrow will be so much more fun’’ I promised softly. The water hit us and I let her rinse off the chemicals first. As she got cleaner, I saw her way better. She was absolutely stunning. Her wounds and bruises were completely gone now. She looked so clean. I couldn’t wait to give her tattoos and leave marks on her body that she wouldn’t mind.

A couple minutes we were both clean from the chemicals. I was shampooing her hair as she played with her fingers. I just wanted to take care of her. She was as rare as a gem. I could finally care about someone which was weird but I liked it. She was the one person I wouldn’t have to kill if they fucked up. She’s the one person I didn’t want to kill or even hurt.Why? I had no idea but whatever she did to me worked.

Y/N and I washed out bodies carefully. As I stood under the water, she stepped on something slippery and she squealed. I was quick to catch her before she landed on the ground. ‘’Careful’’ I told her with a smile. It made her giggle. The longer we were here the more comfortable she got. Damn she was adorable.

‘’Thanks for catching me’’ She thanked me. Then she wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me. I liked that. I pressed her against the wall again as I kissed her back. 

Originally posted by one-more-kiss-dear

Y/N moaned into our steamy kiss and it started to turn me on. What she did next surprised me. ‘’I want to J’’ She admitted quietly. I was a little shocked that she was the one to say that. So I let my hand travel between her legs, carefully. ‘’You sure?’’ I wanted to know before doing anything. She nodded and then I pressed her clit. As I started to rub her just slightly, she moaned and held onto me. It just encouraged me to keep going.

I added pressure and went faster, watching in awe how her face changed due the pleasure. ‘’Fuck J’’ She whimpered. ‘’Does my kitten like this?’’ I growled a little bit. ‘’Yes’’ She cried out because I pushed a finger inside her. Damn I knew we were in the shower but I could feel how wet she was. She was really tight as well so I had to be thoughtful. 

Y/N whimpered as I curled my finger. Her lips were parted and she was leaning against the wall. The sight of her like this was magical. I just wanted to make her feel so good. I added another finger which made her squirm a little bit. ‘’Relax pretty’’ I reminded her as I fingered her slowly. Our eyes met and I saw how big her irises were. At first she seemed to handle me a little difficultly. As I kept going she got more used to it.

Y/N’s arms wrapped around my back and her nails dug into my back.’’J I’, so close’’ She let me know with a moan. I held onto the wall. Then I fingered her quicker and I made sure to curl my fingers at the spot that made her moan the loudest. Y/N’s legs were shaking under my touch and her moans got louder.A little while later her warm walls tightened around my fingers and she screamed out my name.

I smirked happily while letting her ride down her orgasm. ‘’J..J oh my god’’ She breathed heavily since I didn’t remove my fingers. I’d make her cum twice. ‘’Relax, daddy will make you feel so good’’ I promised her deeply. Y/N gulped because she was so sensitive. First I fingered her tightness slowly because I didn’t want to overwhelm her yet.

Y/N was flinching a little bit and she was trembling.  Her nails raked my back but I didn’t mind. Then I started fingerfucking her harder which caused her to scream out my name again. She wasn’t even close and I got her screaming. ‘’Daddy I can’t take it’’ She tried to tell me. I doubt she had ever experienced this before. ‘’Just trust me, you can do it’’ I convinced her.

I used my other hand to rub her throbbing clit. I saw how her eyes rolled to the back of her head along with a gasp. She was in pure bliss. I got an even better idea. I grabbed the shower and pointed it on her clit. She jumped at the sudden pleasure and then cried out loudly. ‘’Oh my god..I..I can’t..holy fuck’’ She tried to speak but she was unable to. ‘’Look at me’’ I demanded perhaps a little harshly. Y/N raised her head tiredly and she faced me. Her mouth was agape and her cheeks were heated.

‘’Be a good girl for a daddy now and cum’’ I told her. She smiled and gritted her teeth. To push her over the edge, I pressed the shower right on her clit. She screamed and then for the second time her walls tightened around my fingers. I put the shower away but something else spilled. Y/N squirted right on my fingers.

I gulped and licked my lips. She was moaning even after I removed my fingers. Y/N’s legs were probably shaking so much that she couldn’t even stand without my support. I felt proud of my work. ‘’See? You did it’’ I purred warmly. Y/N looked at me and she looked a little embarrassed. ‘’What’s the matter?’’ I asked her and gently moved my fingers up and down her arm. ‘’I squirted’’ She whispered quietly. It’s like she was ashamed of herself.

‘’Mmh and that was super hot’’ I let her know. I was being 100% honest. Her eyes widened at my response. ‘’Really?’’ She nearly gasped. ‘’Yeah. Don’t be nervous. I’ll make sure to do that again soon’’ I promised her. Y/N seemed really happy now. It’s almost like she could cry.

‘’Now let’s finish up here and get in bed’’ I told her as calmly as I could. My own member was really hard and I had to do something about it soon. Y/N smirked and then I felt her petite hand on my shaft. ‘’I can’t forget about you J’’ She stated with a dangerous hint in her voice. Before I could ask her what she was doing, she got down on her knees in front of me. Holy fuck.

/HAHAHA I’ll end this part here so there’s something for the next part too ;)

well? (newt scamander)

second newt story woow

pair: newt x reader

lowercase intended

request are open <3



two lines appeared on the little screens of all three pregnancy tests.

y/n ran a hand through her hair and grinned.

“i’m going to be a mom.” she whispered quietly to herself and gave a squeal.

now how do i tell newt?

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One Hell of a Lucky Guy

Steroline (sort of?) AU future fic - prompt what if Caroline meet one of Stefan’s doppelgangers in the future. Chapters: 1 | 2

Chapter 3

Caroline arranged the two den chairs in front of the fireplace while setting the empty scotch glasses on the table preparing everything for the annual tradition tonight when she felt her phone vibrate in her pocket. Reaching for it saw the screen highlighted with one simple text “Salvatore Bonding Night begins in 5 have glasses ready” from Damon. She smiles to herself thinking how she’s already ahead of him when she hears the front door swing open, she takes her seat and reaches for her empty glass holding it in anticipation for Damon to fill it before he even sits down.

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anonymous asked:

Idk if anyone has asked you this, but how do you think sakura and karin became good friends despite liking the same person? I like how karin and sakura shares a bond but i can never wrap my mind on how.

A while ago, someone had made an absolutely brilliant doujinshi regarding Sakura’s time in labour, and how she and Karin became good friends. It was literally like that person invaded my mind and stole all my thoughts, lol. I agreed completely with it, but unfortunately it was taken down.

Luckily, since the doujinshi was basically a physical manifestation of my own thoughts on the matter, I can recount it perfectly :)

This is MY headcanon for it

(Because that doujinshi basically stole all of my ideas!)

Basically, after Sasuke and Sakura arrived at Karin’s hideout, she was surprised that they had chosen to go to her instead of the local doctors at any of the villages they had visited. Sasuke justified his decision by saying how he knew and trusted Karin, and would rather rely on the help of an ally then a random stranger for a matter as important as this. Karin was a little flustered and taken aback by this, but she quickly regained her composure, and said that in that case, it couldn’t be helped, in a rather tsundere-like manner.

After a while of Sakura resting in a bed, Karin would come and check on her, to ask her a few questions to see how far along she was in the labour process. Eventually, Sakura would interrupt and ask Karin whether or not she still loved Sasuke. Karin would initially deny it and act as though she didn’t know what Sakura was talking about, but Sakura would insist that it was obvious; the way she looked at Sasuke said it all. Sakura would then ask why Karin never confessed to him? Because if it had been her, she wouldn’t have been able to keep it a secret from him for all these years.

Karin would then concede, and in a defiant manner, she would ask why it mattered? Sakura’s feelings were the ones that had gotten through to Sasuke in the end; Sasuke had chosen Sakura, and she could tell that he was happy:

Karin was glad that Sasuke had found someone who loved as him as deeply as Sakura did, but she also revealed that she couldn’t help but feel a little envious. She would have given anything for Sasuke to look and smile at her the way that he does with Sakura. After all, it’s what she had originally wanted:

But Karin would reiterate that nothing can be done about it, Sasuke had made his choice, and Karin felt as though she subsequently had no alternative but to discard her feelings for him.

But Sakura interjects. She tells Karin that the first two times she confessed to Sasuke, whether or not he felt the same way had never been a fear of hers; she just wanted to let him know that he wasn’t alone, and that someone truly loved him. Sakura would then go on to state that just because she was his wife doesn’t mean that Karin automatically became nothing to Sasuke; the fact that he could have chosen any amazing doctor in the world, but he came to seek her aid should have indicated that, but Sakura would continue. She mentions to Karin how it was her who was by Sasuke’s side while he was at his at rock bottom; while he was so engulfed in darkness and hatred that he became unrecognisable, and Sakura reveals to her how grateful she was that Karin looked after Sasuke all that time, stayed by his side even though it pained her to see him that way. She tells Karin that she may be his wife, but the bond Karin formed with Sasuke will never disappear; she’ll always be an important person to Sasuke, and would like to also consider her a friend:

Karin was very moved by Sakura’s words, and after a little while, she would begin to smile as tears formed in her eyes. Sakura would ask if she was okay, and Karin would say:

“You know, Sasuke was right. You really are annoying. Just when I thought I had found the resolve to finally let go, you drag me back in…”.

Sakura smiled at this, and said that she would love for Karin to be her child’s godmother, and was sure that Sasuke would approve as well.

After Sakura had just given birth, Karin would congratulate them on a healthy baby girl, and would look on with a sad smile at the happy family in front of her:

But after a little while, Sasuke would ask Karin to hold baby Sarada. Karin would comically hesitate, but after looking at Sakura, who just silently smiled and nodded in approval, she’d carefully take Sarada into her arms. Sasuke would then genuinely thank Karin for her aid, and would display to her that elusive smile that she had wanted to see for all these years:

And after realising that Sasuke’s smile was indeed directed at her, Karin was left at a loss for words, and was just frozen in place for a moment:

But she soon regained her composure, and jokingly warned Sasuke to not do anything to make Sakura unhappy. Sasuke only smirked at this, and Karin smiled to herself as she went back to making funny faces at baby Sarada.

As Sasuke and Sakura were about to depart with their new companion, Karin would privately tell Sakura to please take care of Sasuke. He had gone through so many hardships in his life, and he deserves some measure of happiness in return, which had become apparent that he had finally found with her. Sakura would then reassure Karin that she would do everything in her power to make Sasuke happy. Karin could see the sincerity of her words, and would tell Sakura that she was glad Sasuke had someone like Sakura in his life. She would then wish the two of them all the best as they headed back towards Konoha. As she watched them leave, Karin would quietly whisper to herself the three words that she had never been able to say to Sasuke directly, but was sure that he knew how she felt anyway…

As Sasuke and Sakura slowly faded from view, Karin would then make her way back inside, thinking about what she’d send Sarada for her first birthday.

Chapter 14

A/N: Thank you guys so much for the response to the last chapter and the story it self. Each message literally made my day and thank you from the bottom of my heart! It meant so much to me! 

This chapter is a bit on the slower side but makes times jump ahead! So without further wait here it is! Enjoy…

“ADDY!” Ainsley called her name through the closed door of her bedroom. Placing her straightening iron down on the bathroom counter she quickly ran out of her room in haste wondering why she was yelling.

 “What’s wrong?!” Adalyn rounded the corner into the kitchen with a worried expression. She glanced at her roommate with a confused look who was clearly fine. “You cannot do that to me this early in the morning. You nearly gave me a freight!” Addy scolded her placing her hand over her pounding heart.

Ainsley angled her head up at her roommate, a smirk forming at the edges of her mouth. “Relax Addy. I was simply calling you to come and get your love letter from a certain soldier.” She tossed a letter onto the counter that was addressed to Adalyn in Harry’s handwriting.

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The Cold Paladin

“I did all I could.. safe now..”
The little paladin lays down motionless after an exhausting battle with a powerful foe. The forest was now quiet. Birds chirping, animals scurrying, and blood dripping down the on the trees roots that she lay on. it the clouds cause a chilled draft to hit her skin, she can feel it, as she shiver. 
“Cold..” she quietly whispers to herself. she didn’t want to move, her whole body was still hurting. 
Hoping that someone is new, she was high enough that her body can handle. she did as much as she could. Thinking that going off with one last good deed was good enough for her. She quietly.. closed her eye. tired, maybe a nap would do.

(Stay put my dear.. I dont want your journey to end yet..)

“but-.. im tired..”

as a tear was rolling down her cheek. she waited for someone or something to reach her.

Seras let out a groan, her head throbbing in pain. She wasn’t sure what had happened: her and Alucard had been sent on a mission together, splitting up to each pursue a target. Everything had been going fine while she tracked her prey, until suddenly, a sharp blow to the back of her head and darkness.

Rolling on her side, she reached up to touch her head, only to look at her hands in shock. Heavy manacles adorned each wrist, and as she tried to break them, she became painfully aware that they were likely blessed as they didn’t even budge. Shifting to sit up, she found herself on a plain cot in what locked to be a cell, and a jingling of a chain sounded, alerting her to the fact that her neck had been shackled as well with a chain running to a wall. It barely afforded her enough length to transverse the small room.

“What happened?…” she whispered quietly to herself. “Where am I…”

High School Never Ends

A collaboration for @supercatweek

Summary: Cat attends her high school reunion at Kara’s urging and Kara goes along to work at the hotel while Cat meets up with old classmates. But when Kara makes a surprise appearance at the party, a jealous ex saunters over to make things interesting between Cat and Kara.

Cat Grant was three martinis deep at her own high school reunion and she was miserable. This was a perfect, shining example of exactly why she avoided social entanglements like this one.

Maybe entanglement was a strong word; it wasn’t quite there yet. On a scale from awkward moment to full-blown scandal, this was hovering near “quiet debacle.”

Her thoughts wandered to her assistant, as they so often did; Kara, the perky little pain in her ass who just last month she’d referred to as “her guardian angel.” Now, standing here in a musty old hotel ballroom surrounded by ingrates, car salesmen and local carpet store managers, she was more inclined to think of the girl as one of Satan’s minions. She was pretty and distracting and always quietly pushing Cat to be nicer, to embrace life, to go to high school reunions just to “revisit the wonderful memories of the past.” That’s how she’d ended up in a shitty Metropolis-suburb hotel on an otherwise perfectly good Saturday night.

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tymedfire  asked:

I saw you mention when Percy gets Tartarus related anxiety attacks at school. Mind elaborating on those times? (Because I'm a horrible person)

  • When he walks through the crowded hallways he looks up and swears he sees Kelli’s wicked smile among the group of cheerleaders huddled around some lockers– he spends the rest of passing period in an empty classroom reminding himself that she is in Tartarus and he made it out 
  • The lights go off for movies, and the snickering of Percy’s peers turns into the laugh of Akhlys; then it sounds like her begging; and then it’s Annabeth’s begging and he’s flooded with images of himself, eyes dark and full of anger and suddenly there’s no more air in his lungs and his head is pounding and the teacher can’t had him the hall pass fast enough. He splashes his face with water in the bathroom, letting it calm him as he focuses on steadying his breathing. “Water. Water. Be like Water. Slip through fingers but hold up ships.”
  • The first time he has a basketball game, all the cheering overwhelms him– the echoes of the screams remind him of the River of Misery and he stumbles back towards the locker room. A few moments later, Annabeth busts into the locker room. In between breaths Percy manages to pant out, “Boys locker room. You can’t-”. Annabeth cuts him off, “Seaweed Brain needs help, I show up. Those are the rules.” He just smiles, still unsure of how he got this incredible girl to love him back. She talks him through the anxiety, naming all of the foreign sounds that were causing him distress. He regains his composure and Annabeth walks him back onto the court. Before rejoining his team, Percy pulls Annabeth in for a kiss, “Thank you.” “Anytime, Seaweed Brain. Now go be the superstar we all know you are.” He smiles wide and jogs onto the court for warm ups. Annabeth rejoins Sally and Paul who are waiting anxiously, “He’s gonna be okay.” Then more quietly to herself she whispers, “He’s okay.” 
Two Pink Lines & Looming Darkness


Trembling hands held onto the muggle pregnancy test as she held it and paced quietly in her sitting room. Her period had never been regular but this month so far it hadn’t shown yet at all. She’d suspected something was off, Sybil had been tired more and napping. That for her was a very unusual thing, she never napped which made her wonder what was going on inside her body.

Taking a deep breath she looked at the clock, for no specific reason other than to kill time and note the time before she mucked up the courage to go take the test. “Buck up Syb.. You need to get this over with.” She whispered to herself quietly as if someone might hear her. Swallowing hard she finally tapped the test against her palm nervously and walked into the bathroom. She pulled the cap from the top of the test and took it, her hands shook as she watched the test window and no sooner than it was done two faint pink lines started to appear. Pushing the top back onto the test she placed it on the sink and waited nervously.

She fidgeted and looked around awkwardly getting up from where she had been sitting on the toilet and fixed her clothes. Three minutes she had to wait and that three minutes turned into a lifetime as she walked aimlessly around the house to keep herself from being sick from nerves and anxiety. Anubis must have sensed it because he flocked over and perched on her shoulder comfortingly. “I’m okay love..” she cooed at the owl who peeped and hooted as he rubbed his head against her cheek.

Sybil petted the owl and rubbed his head gently. “Okay you.. Down you go.” Sybil sighed and swallowed hard now as she looked at the clock. Three minutes had passed she walked back into the bathroom, leaning against the sink she picked up the test and two violent pink lines were all too apparent and her breath caught. How was she going to tell Tommy? How do you ease into this kind of conversation that was so serious?

“Different Words,” she whispered...

Different words to use instead of whisper, but make sure you’re using them in the right context.

“Well,” she whispered, “I suppose I haven’t got a choice.”

The character is probably speaking in a voice so low it’s become words made of breath, probably because she doesn’t want to be heard.

“Well,” she murmured, “I suppose I haven’t got a choice.”

The character is saying this very quietly, but above a whisper. She may be talking to herself.

“Well,” she mumbled, “I suppose I haven’t got a choice.”

The character is speaking under her breath in low enough tones that her words may sound unclear or slurred. Also very possibly talking to herself.

“Well,” she muttered, “I suppose I haven’t got a choice.”

The character is speaking lowly, but more clearly than a mumble. She sounds angry, irritated, or dully frustrated.

“Well,” she breathed, “I suppose I haven’t got a choice.”

Breathing words may mean relief, exasperation, or exhaustion, and sound half like a sigh.

“Well,” she sighed, “I suppose I haven’t got a choice.”

The character is almost certainly not happy. She’s speaking in a tired, heavy breath.

“Well,” she hissed, “I suppose I haven’t got a choice.”

The character’s words are coming out in low, very sharp breaths. She sounds angry, irritated, or maybe just in an intense moment.

“Well,” she mouthed, “I suppose I haven’t got a choice.”

The character is using the barest hint of her voice, if any at all. Her lips are silently forming the syllables. 

“Well,” she uttered, “I suppose I haven’t got a choice.”

Using uttered in this particular type of descriptive sense actually just sounds awkward. That said, ‘utter’ sounds like a word that implies speech in low yet strong and loud tones, well-enunciated, like someone preaching.

“Well,” she intoned, “I suppose I haven’t got a choice.”

The tone of her voice is dull and flat, with little variance in pitch. She is saying this without much emotion (intentionally or not).

“Well,” she purred, “I suppose I haven’t got a choice.”

The manner she’s speaking in is silky, smooth, and particularly pleased; quite possibly smug. In this particular example, this implies she probably does have a choice about [whatever it is] and is being facetious.

“Well,” she said in an undertone, “I suppose I haven’t got a choice.”

This is bad, because an undertone is something that needs describing. That’s like saying “her dress was a color”.

“Well,” she gasped, “I suppose I haven’t got a choice.”

The character is speaking in a sharp intake of breath, probably brought on by surprise or shock. She could also be short of breath, being strangled or something.

“Well,” she hinted, “I suppose I haven’t got a choice.”

The character has particular (duh) hint-hint tones in her voice as she speaks to someone. One can just imagine her leaning over closer to their ear.

“Well,” she said low, “I suppose I haven’t got a choice.”

Her voice has dropped below normal pitch, but is above a whisper. There’s a certain amount of dullness in the tone, probably.

“Well,” she said, into his ear, “I suppose I haven’t got a choice.”

This implies nothing about the actual voice, just that she’s literally speaking right into his ear (perhaps at normal volume, which would be painful). It doesn’t, on its own, carry any connotations of tone or emotion.

“Well,” she said softly, “I suppose I haven’t got a choice.”

This word is often overused for everything; speech, movement, touch, footsteps, because it helps to passively describe their character as delicate and pretty or something. Use sparsely, but there is nothing wrong with the word.

Saying something softly implies not only a lowered pitch but a certain gentleness (or at least lack of weight) in tone.

“Well,” she said under her breath, “I suppose I haven’t got a choice.”

This is very like muttered, murmured, etc — it sounds breathier, and is more likely to imply a person talking to themselves.

“Well,” she said in hushed tones, “I suppose I haven’t got a choice.”

Now you’re getting closer to an equal term for “whispered”; hushed tones could mean that, or half-whispered. It does imply a certain amount of whisperiness or breathiness. It also implies a deliberate attempt to be quiet.

“Well,” she insinuated, “I suppose I haven’t got a choice.”

Like with ‘uttered’, this feels grammatically weird in that it’s usually a thing a person describes another person as doing (“Greg didn’t say it, but he insinuated it!”). It’s similar to hinting; it means you’re trying to imply or subtly convey something, but has nothing to do with actual whispers.

Remember, creative writing is not a battle to who can use the most words. Try saying what you mean. Don’t just place a word in simply because it pops up in a Thesaurus. 

Most importantly, challenge yourself and have fun with it!

anonymous asked:

Hey make out with Nico ;^)))))))))))))))))))))))))

“You know I would anyways.” She whispered quietly and sipped some tea, then pulled a knit blanket on herself. She glanced over at Nico and smirked innocently, glancing at him. 

“You know… This tea is a lil bland dear….” She said softly, leaning on the edge of the couch.


promise me you'll be happy by my side [cs fic] 

summary: On the day of their wedding, Killian gets pre-wedding jitters and asks to talk to Emma. Only problem; he can’t see her in her dress before the ceremony. So they find a way to talk without seeing each other [requested by Brittany]

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Wed, Bed, Behead || Minnie & Devran

Anxiety had never been a problem to her. But ever since her family had introduced her to her future husband, Minnie couldn’t help but fear what would come next. Yes, it was an honor to be the chosen one to marry the King, but it wasn’t her choice. Her father was so happy when he got the news that he had chosen her, her mother cried, and her brothers, trying to hide the jealousy they felt seeing her under the spotlight, encouraged her to smile and be thankful.

And when she met him, on the few times she actually saw the man who was becoming her husband, she behaved graciously, charmingly even. But she was scared. Terrified. Her life had been nothing but a quick blur, no big events, nothing interesting or devastating, and then suddenly she was chosen by the King of Spain to be wed. Spain! She was moving to Spain! A completely different country, a different language…

Breathe, the girl told herself, whispering quietly as she stood behind a big set of wooden doors in a beautiful light blue dress with small golden details, and a delicate veil, just as the doors opened, revealing a large decorated room, her soon to be husband standing all the way down the corridor formed by a crowd impeccably well dressed. And before she could do anything stupid, something like running away or shedding a frightened tear, Minnie took in a deep breath, tried to seem as relaxed and gracious as she could, a small smile resting on her lips, and began her walk down the isle, reaching the King’s side and keeping her eyes focused on the priest before them. 


       laura had promptly found her way into the shatterdome, using the constantly moving and working authorized personnel to gain access but once she was inside she found herself unable to focus on hiding in plain sight and instead stared up at the jaegers. taller than any buildings that she had seen, monstrous in size. the place reeked of steel and metal, she turned on her heels and whispered quietly to herself until she found herself quite literally walking backwards into someone.

laura startled, jumping and spinning around, hands clenched at her sides and ready to run the second it might appear that she would be escorted out.

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canon-stydia  asked:

rachel could you make a drabble of oblivious styles/in love lydia or maybe the same but with bellarke?? thank you!!!!

He curls around her heart without either of them realizing it.

One day, he is just Stiles Stilinski, the awkward, energeticboy who asked Lydia to the 6th grade dance when they were twelve. The next day, he is the blood that rushes through her veins and the thumping of her heart and every dream that she has. She spends her time in class picturing the little bits and pieces of him that she never saw before: the moles and the little creases in his mouth and the way his eyes narrow when he’s trying to focus on what she’s saying.

It’s easier to pretend that this had hit her quickly, knocking her off balance and making the breath whoosh out of her body. The reality is so much more excruciating than that. The reality is a boy who she had breathed in until he occupied her lungs. The reality is long, spindly fingers and knuckles that he cracks every ten minutes. And the truth is that she loves him so much more delicately than she would if he had overtaken her with one grin, or one wave. She loves his smile, and the way he speaks, and the way he used to love her. She loves the way he had crept closer until he was her oxygen.

She falls for him so quietly that she can’t even hear herself whispering through the air. And he certainly can’t hear it. Maybe he never will. Lydia doesn’t know. She does know that the moment she lost him is the moment that he had become so completely hers. And she doesn’t get how to explain that, but she has a feeling that Stiles would understand, if she ever told him. He understands what it is like to belong to someone who won’t have you.

“You were my best friend for a while,” she says.

He startles, head whipping off of the desk that he had been leaning it on, probably taking a moment to compose himself before going back outside. When his eyes find her, she’s leaning against the doorway with her fingers tapping against her arms, staring intently at him. A few weeks ago, she would have been horrified to show him the multitudes of affection that could be found in her eyes. Now, it’s already too late. She’s already lost the game.

“Allison is your best friend,” he says, frowning.

“Allison is dead,” she reminds him, voice empty.  “Present tense doesn’t really apply here.”

She doesn’t believe it even as she says it, but 50-percent of Lydia Martin is pretending. As if maybe, if she pretends hard enough, it will become the truth. It hasn’t worked so far, but she is a firm believer in perseverance. 

“She’s still your best friend.”

Sometimes she forgets that there is no pretending around Stiles Stilinski.

“This is a fun game we’re playing,” she says. (It’s not.) “Why don’t you tell me about how I feel some more?”


“No, really. What do I think about decorative pillows? What’s my favorite Beatles song? What’s my bra size?”

“They’re annoying but stylish but not comfortable, ‘In My Life,’ and uh,” he pauses, cheeks turning rosy red. “34B.”


“Your tag was sticking out one day sophomore year.” She rolls her eyes. “What? It’s not the kind of thing a guy forgets.”

Instead of running away like she so desperately wants to, Lydia walks into the classroom and closes the door behind herself. She leans against it, eyes caught up in Stiles’, and she wishes, for just one moment of weakness, that she was someone else. That she had done high school differently. That she had paid more attention to her heart instead of her mind. Because right now, looking at him, she wants to take everything back.

“I know something else,” he says.

“What’s that?”

“You’ve been mad at me for about a year now.”

She has a feeling that this is one of those pivotal life moments in which Lydia Martin could prove everything that she is made off. She has been pushed and shoved around until she had realized that she was already too damaged to break; she has been abused both physically and emotionally, by herself and others. She has been woefully underestimated, which is, perhaps, the greatest crime of all. And she could man up in this moment. There isn’t anything left to lose; just the carcass of a friendship that had once been the most important thing in her life. Sometimes, she thinks that it still is. Then she forces herself to stop thinking that way, because it’s only going to harm her more.

Nothing good comes of loving Stiles Stilinski. That is what Lydia has learned in four years of high school. Four years of school, three years of AP classes, forty courses in all, and Lydia is standing in her graduation robes in her old chemistry classroom with the boy who will never be and has always been hers, knowing that loving him is the most self-destructive thing she has ever done.

“I have not been mad at you,” she says, wincing. That was a test, and she failed it.

“And a liar to boot,” he teases, but his eyes are so serious. She swallows.

“Okay,” she says. “So I’m mad at you. So what.”

“Yeah,” he says. “What.” 

She walks over to him; takes a seat at the desk behind him and he turns around to face her.

“I didn’t mean to be mad at you,” she says quietly. “I didn’t.”

“Okay,” he replies. “I get that.”

“You live with Malia,” Lydia says, throat starting to close up. “There’s no room for me to be mad at you. It’s not fair to either of us.”

She doesn’t know why he’s staring at her so intently. She doesn’t know why she doesn’t mind. Maybe it’s because he looks like he’s memorizing her face, tracing the bumps, bruises, and dents with his eyes. She doesn’t want to tell him how many of the scars there are his. But what is there to lose at this point? What is there to lose except the memory of a friendship with this scrawny, silly boy in red graduation robes and a Captain America t-shirt.

Lydia loves that t-shirt. She used to fantasize about stealing it and wearing it to bed.

But his breath is starting to catch, and he look so woefully confused as he stares at her.

“Lydia,” he says. “Wait. No.”

“Turn around,” she instructs, throat thickening. “I can’t have you looking at me when I say this.” 

He hesitates for a moment before nodding, turning around and sitting ramrod straight in his desk, his entire body tense.

“Stiles, after everything that happened sophomore year, I fell in-”

“Oh my god,” he groans, and she doesn’t know what that means because she can’t see his face. “Lydia, are you serious?”

“You didn’t let me finish,” she points out.

“Yeah, but… I… I gave up on you.”

Her heart falls into her stomach.

“You did,” she agrees.

“I’m an idiot.”

“It’s not your fault.”

“Since sophomore year?”

“Since sophomore year.”

They both sit there, in silence, for several minutes. Or maybe a decade. Lydia can’t tell the difference at this point; she’s shaking and her heart is hammering in her throat.

She can’t stay there anymore, so she rises abruptly, smashing her knees into the desks as she moves. She’s so shaky that she hits the door frame on her way out, and she’s probably going to have a bit, splotchy bruise on her hip from this one damaging incident. 

“Enjoy college,” she says.

“I will,” he says blankly. “Um. You too.”

She can barely walk because her knees are clacking together, and she thinks that she wants to sob in relief and throw up at the same time. Getting the words out is like being free for the first time since she saw Stiles and Malia together. She gets to the parking lot and, as soon as she gets in her car, lets the tears begin flowing out of her eyes.

There’s a knock at her window. Stiles, she thinks anxiously, and it’s okay because he once told her that she is beautiful when she cries, and isn’t that what she loves about him? The fact that he would love her any form she came in? But when she turns around, it’s not him at all.

“Open up,” Scott says, giving her a sad, crooked grin. Lydia opens the door and stumbles directly into his arms, leaning on him gratefully. “It’s okay,” he lies, stroking her hair. “Everything’s going to be okay.” 

“No it’s not,” she refutes. “Scott, I told him and he didn’t care and I feel so fucking stupid. So stupid, and this is never going to be okay.”

“Yes it is,” he promises.

“How do you know?”

“How?” he asks, pulling back from their hug. Then he gestures to something over her shoulder with his chin, a slow smile stretching across his lips. “Because Stiles is running towards us right now. And that kid doesn’t run for just anyone.” 

It’s kind of ironic, because Stiles runs all the time. Towards bad guys. Away from bad guys. Around bad guys.

But he doesn’t kiss the bad guys, and when his lips are on Lydia’s, she decides to believe Scott.

alyssan96  asked:

can you do a one shot of riley and lucas watching the NY Knicks playing basketball on tv

Sorry this took a while to get around to but your wish is my command! :) Excuse my lack of basketball knowledge! 

♡ ♡ ♡ 
Riley fixes snacks in the kitchen while Lucas stands close by. Topanga walks out as she’s putting in earnings.

“There’s money in the top drawer for pizzas.” She says straightening up and brushing out a crease in her dress.

“You look lovely, Mrs. Matthews.” Lucas compliments her date night outfit.

“Thank you, honey.” She grins.

Lucas helps Riley carry the bowls of popcorn and chips over to the table and they sit on the sofa together.

Cory makes himself known. “There’s money in the-”

“Top drawer for pizza” Riley finishes. “Mom told me.” She smiles up at her father. 

“Right.” He kisses her forehead.

“Come on Auggie!” He calls out. “You know how Ms. Morgenstern is about being punctual.”

Auggie skips out into the living area in his pjs with an overnight backpack on his shoulder. 

“You’re leaving us alone, sir?” Lucas raises an eyebrow. He was under the impression Auggie would be babysitting them this evening. 

“You’re watching a Knicks game.” Cory laughs menacingly. “The only person I’m worried about tonight is you.”

Riley shoots her father a glare as he exits the door. 

“Yeah, good luck!” Cory scoffs looking back to Lucas. 

“I’m really not that bad.” Riley giggles innocently trying to look cute in front of Lucas.

She manages to get through the first twenty minutes without losing her cool. Nibbling on popcorn and watching intently. That all ended when the ref made an incorrect call in Riley’s professional opinion.

“THAT WAS CLEARLY A FOUL!” Riley jumps to her feet and popcorn rains over her and Lucas.

“What are you blind?!” Riley shouts waving at the TV.

Lucas chuckles as he brushes popcorn off his lap. Riley looks down at him with wide eyes and embarrassed expression.

“I mean I guess it’s off side.. or whatever..” She twirls her hair.

“I really like you, Riley.” He grins. “Basketball rants and all… Basketball rants especially.” He laughs. 

“I sometimes get a little carried away.” Riley sheepishly places down the not empty bowl. 

Lucas picks up the chips and jumps to his feet too letting the potato thins spill everywhere.

“THE REFS AN IDIOT!” He motions to the TV with one hand to try make Riley feel better. It worked. The pair watch the game together, shouting at the television.

Cory and Topanga come home to find Lucas scooping up the snacks from the ground as Riley lay asleep curled up on the sofa.

“Did she pass out ten minutes after the game?” Cory whispers.

“She really exhausts herself.” Lucas quietly laughs. “Is it like this every game, Sir?” 

“Oh yeah.” Cory chuckles. “Did she keep punching you in the arm?” 

“Those tiny fists pack a mean hit.” Lucas rubs at his bicep.

“You can leave that, Lucas.” Topanga tells him. “I’ll clean it in the morning. How about I drive you home?”

Lucas scoops the last handful of fallen snacks into the bowl and accepts Topanga’s offer. He turns back before exiting to see Cory lift up Riley to take her to bed.

anonymous asked:

Chloe forgets to give beca her Christmas gift , so Chloe take a trip to beca house to give her gift and then Chloe tell beca how she feels ....

She was being ridiculous. 

This was something Chloe Beale had gotten especially good at telling herself over the years, particularly because she was very accustomed to hearing other people say it about her. 

This time, though, she was definitely being ridiculous. 

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