spaces between my fingers

I just want to hold your hand again.

I can’t even do that because we are back to where we started.

You are over there and I am over here and the distance between us is killing me, I feel so broken hearted.

I just want to hold your hand but I reach out only to find air filling the spaces between my fingers.

I miss you so badly, sometimes I still feel like you are here as the scent of your perfume still lingers.

—  Tenari Ioapo // Missing you.
I figured that we’d last longer than we did. It’s been months since I last got to enjoy the feeling of my fingers resting in the spaces between yours. Perhaps someone else has that luxury now. It’s been said that time heals everything. It has gotten a little bit easier to breathe, but some days it feels like time’s real purpose is to make my wounds wider. As the days pass, our past gets farther away from me I wish I could get it back. Nostalgia has a rude way of waiting until the quiet of night to tease me with memories of how we used to be. I hate that you’re nothing more than that now, a memory, a dream. Maybe somewhere you’re dreaming about me. Maybe you have a little love left over. I know I do. Maybe I always will.
—  Maxwell Diawuoh, Request: we broke up months ago and I still love him so much. Time keeps going and I’m slowly moving on and it makes me sad because I wanted to have him forever and the time we spent together keeps getting farther and farther away

In the wintertime,
you create ghosts
out of my name
when you say it.

And now I’m trapped
between this world and the next
like I’m searching for something
to let go of, but I don’t know yet,

my hands stuck somewhere
between the spaces of your fingers
and the pull of God
asking me to let go already.

—  haider m, About The Ghosts That Haunt You
Champ Already (Samoa Joe smut)

Requested? Yes. What was requested? This is based off the dream. Y/N debuts for Raw. Joe comes out during her matches and closely watches her. A few weeks have passed that she finally asks why he comes out to watch her and stalk her. He tells her that he has to have her, Paul comes out and attacks her character, he immediately goes after Paul for talking shit about her. What happens when she thanks Joe? She kisses him passionately which leads to a whole lot of shower sex. WWE gives them a storyline as a power couple. 

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Warnings: smut, shower sex, slight slut shaming, trashing of someone’s career, mentions of having a stalker, fingering,  

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The spaces between my fingers
molded to yours perfectly.
But now they have to fit different hands to hold,
and bodies to touch
that don’t fit as well.
Having to clutch
unfamiliar bedsheets.
Running my hands through hair that isn’t the same texture.
Absentmindedly tracing the scar that’s on your arm,
only to find smooth skin.
Touching an unshaven face instead of a beard.
Leaving myself no other option
than to break the habit
and the mold
that my hands made only for you.
—  melindacarolinee

“I think I might’ve inhaled you
I can feel you behind my eyes
You’ve gotten into my bloodstream
I can feel you flowing in me

The spaces in between
Two minds and all the places they have been
The spaces in between
I try to put my finger on it
I try to put my finger on it

AU where Anti is intrusive and/or impulsive thoughts (part 6)
  • Signe: Seán, do you mind starting dinner? I'll be home in an hour.
  • Seán: no problem, woosher!
  • Seán: gonna chop some veggies real good for this effin' salad, hell yeah.
  • Anti: if you chopped off your fingers and bled all over the kitchen and then when Signe gets home she goes "gee Seán what's this new dressing, it's kinda iron-y?" would that be fucked up or what?
  • Seán: :(
  • Anti, starting to sing: ohhhh I have all my fingers, the knife goes chop chop chop, if I miss the spaces in between my fingers will come off- come on you know the lyrics, sing along!
Flame fueled by desires and passion so strong I could smell it in the air between us, could feel it in the spaces between your finger tips and my own- I thought I was home. Late night love became a false sense of forever, a wordless promise of your love that never stayed true. And, even though I know it wasn’t, it isn’t real, I wanted to ink my skin with your name, wanted to keep the feeling of you on me forever. I realized that there was no point in a tattoo when your words stuck to me already, when I would carry around the only real gift you had given me, the gift of losing myself in your broken promises, forever. The worst part is, I was here, I know I was here, but where am I now?
—  I’m no where to be found.

Swan Queen + FaceTime (10/?)

Regina: I miss you. Do you miss me?
Emma: Maybe.
Regina: Emma! Come on, tell me how much you miss me.
Emma: Really?
Regina: Really.
Emma: *groans* Fine.
Emma: Honestly, it’s not so bad. Well, that is, until I look down at my hands.
Regina: At your hands?
Emma: Yeah. That’s when I get sad. Because the spaces between my fingers are right where yours fit perfectly. And seeing that and knowing that makes my heart begin to hurt with how much I miss you.
Regina: God I love you.
Emma: I love you too.

Take a Hint - two.
  • Baekhyun x Reader
  • Angst - Highschool!AU
  • Word count: 1207

Description: Your rival with Baekhyun continues, but why do things feel different, why do you feel different? Smells like a confession.

A/N: Usually I end parts with a cliffhanger, but not this time, sorry. This is part 2 out of 3. Mostly just a builder to be honest. Baekhyun is such a hopeless romantic, I love it.

one. // two. // three. (soon)

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Vanilla Twilight

A/N Based off the song by Owl City! @lampisimportant​ this was mostly written for you but like that’s sappy so I’m just gonna tag you and stop rambling okay bye.

Pairing: moxiety (Morality/Anxiety)

Genre: fluff, AU, human AU, long-distance relationship

Word Count: 1340


Ann can’t sleep, but he can’t exactly text his boyfriend either. Instead, he chooses to miss him.

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At lunch, I think about your hands, and that’s it. That’s my spine unloosening for the day. That’s all the ocean in my belly heading straight to the shore of my throat. I think about your hands and suddenly, I don’t know what to do with mine. Suddenly my fingers are not my fingers but the empty space between them where yours should be. I am all missing, I lose myself for the day and leave to find you. I misplace my throat because it is clasped in the cup of your hand. I leave my bitten lips on your bedside table. My thighs have the ghosts of bruises unfurling into poppies, like bloodstains on snow. I break things because I am shaking and I am shaking because you are not with me and you are not with me because we are just learning to touch each other through the spaces between us. It is violent that we cannot touch each other, yet. It’s a war crime. It should be illegal that my fingers still haven’t learned the notches of your back. I think about holding your wrist in the O of my thumb and my index finger. I think about kissing the blue veins there. I think about careful mouth touches, and the tender of you. The warm, soft hollow of you, and how I lose my bottom lip wondering about yours. I’ll kiss you there, I promise. I promise.
—  Azra.T., “These wrists, these eyes, these praying hands.”
Take A Break (Hayes Grier)

I sat on my bed cross legged and tried to open the physics textbook for the 5th time in 2 hours. I know the exam’s tomorrow but oh my gosh it’s painful.

I close my eyes and take a breath. Okay, Y/N, pull it together, I tell myself. All you have to do is get a 71 and you pass with a C+, just enough to keep a 3.5 GPA.

A hand settles itself on my bare thigh. My eyes open and stare at Hayes for a second, whose on his phone acting as if nothing happened. Even though it’s distracting as hell, I take it as a supportive gesture and try to focus back on the task at hand. I’m getting deep into relativity theories when his he starts running his hand back and forth across my leg, lightly and lazily. I look back at him again but he stills pays no attention to me and I try to get back to what I’m doing.

Eventually, he starts moving around, now sitting up slightly behind me instead of laying down next to me. At first I ignore him, until he starts messing around with a bit of my hair- twirling it around his finger, running his hands through it, even leaning close to me to smell it.

“Your hair smells good,” he comments, resting his chin on my shoulder.

“Stop it,” I say.

“Stop what?”

“Distracting me! I’m trying to study here, you know I need a good grade on this last exam.”

“I know, babe. I also know that you’ve been studying like this for days. Haven’t you heard it’s best to just rest and relax the day before the test, so you’re calm going into it?”

“Never heard that in my life,” I respond.

“Well, it works,” he says, burying his nose in the crook of my neck, pecking it a few times.

I shy away and try to scooch over so we’re not so close, but he just takes the opportunity to close the book and pull me closer, nearly onto his laps.

“You should take a break,” he said, wrapping his arms around me.

“You know what?” I ask rhetorically. “I should. I’mma go get a snack, you stay here.”

I move to hop off the bed but he pulls me back, pushing me onto the bed on my back. He leans over me, “Maybe later,” he says, clearly amused.

He lowers his head and I’m lost as our lips touch. At the start it’s gentle, caring, his lips barely brush mine. His arms are holding him up above me, mine wrap around his neck in surrender. At my first sigh he grows more intense, pressing his lips harder mine. I eagerly accept and use what little strength I have to pull his full weight on top of me.

He groans and pushes at my lips, forcing me to open them on a moan. I let him in and only our need for each other carries us. He’s taken over my senses, just like every time we do this. It feels as if the world is spinning around us instead of the sun, and everything else is just a passerby while we’re the only true movement, the only real people left.

Our kiss, however passionate it may be, is full of youthful mistakes. Both of our hands are simply fumbling in the dark, not knowing where to go. Every once in a while our hands will collide or our knees will bump, but we barely notice. He eventually moves slightly off me, presumably to allow me more air. His head lifts and for a split second I dread that he’s going to stop, but he simply moves down to my neck, allowing his hand to grasp at my waist and pull me upwards, urging our bodies to be even closer together than we already are.

I can’t help but moan and gasp as he sucks and nibbles at my neck. My finger find themselves buried deep in his soft, smooth hair as I arch my back. A minute later he comes back up, returning to my lips. I kiss him hard, rolling us over so I straddle him. He lets out a small laugh and brings me back down to him, resuming the kiss.

I reach down, running my fingers along the sliver of space between his pants and where his shirt has risen to. I push the shirt a little higher, allowing myself to trace the dips and curves of his stomach muscles. Every time I reach a new one it tenses individually. I’d be lying if I said that didn’t make me extremely satisfied.

“Oh my god, Y/N, you’re killing me.”

I smiled, “I know. You like it though.”

I could feel him growing hard underneath me and knew that we should stop soon. But ‘soon’ wasn’t ‘now’ right? I kept kissing him, wandering down his jawline and neck, even his collarbone. He placed his hands on my ass and tipped his head back further. As he groaned I could feel it, the vibration against my lips. I moved up a little more an lightly nipped his ear lobe, then whispered into it.

“I’m really glad you made me take a break.”

He smiled and laughed, “Me too.” Then he lifted me off of him and set my book back in my lap. “Now get back to work, you’ve got a test to pass tomorrow. You need some help?”

I frowned, frustrated that we couldn’t continue. He relaxed back into his previous position and looked at his phone again. I couldn’t help but smile, knowing my boyfriend actually did care about my success.  

I leaned down, pecking his cheek. “No I’m good. Thank you though.”


Prompt List - to be updated 

Song Prompts

Thanks for reading, hope you liked it. I didn’t really know how to end it, but I tried. To the requester, I’m not quite sure when you requested this, but it was probably a while ago, so sorry for taking so long, hope you like it though. I got so many messages and more attention than usual for my last Hayes imagine because apparently everyone loves him but no one writes about him, so her you go! I have another Hayes imagine to do still for those of you who enjoy them, then a few song requests, which should be exciting since I haven’t done those in a while. That’s all for now,


PS: as I was uploading this I realized I was supposed to be releasing the Send My Love imagine and not this one but I’ve already spent like 10 mins tagging and linking everything so I’ll put Send My Love pt. 2 out tonight or tomorrow, promise!

Fake Girlfriend 4 || Dan Howell

A/N: The response to part 3 was just overwhelming! thanky ou so much 💕


Word Count: 1.5K 

POV: Dan

MASTERLIST // PART 1 // PART 2 // PART 3 // PART 4 // PART 5

Originally posted by salaiiinspire

“I wasn’t acting.”

I couldn’t believe my ears. She actually wanted to kiss me? My eyes widened as I intensively looked at her. My heart was suddenly racing. Y/N stopped staring at her feet and our gazes met. Her eyes spoke of surprise just like mine did. We just stood there in the middle of the woods, our faces cold and hands sweating. The girl in front of me with the cute red nose was the same one I used to fight with whenever we met. I used to despise her and my hate was returned. So, what happened to us?  Because right at that moment I longed to kiss her sweet pink lips even if it were the last thing that I did.

I swallowed hard. I should’ve probably said something but all I could think about was kissing her. I moved closer to her, leaving footprints in the snow with every step I took. Since she was shorter than me she lifted her head to look up as soon as I stood right in front of her, our chests almost touching. I could feel my body already prickling. She was so damn beautiful. Y/N got on her tiptoes. There were only inches between us. I could feel her warm breath on my cold skin. The spark was almost there. I leaned in to close the distance between us and then?  Shouts.

“Daniel, Y/N! Where are you?” Aunt Sarah’s voice echoed through the forest.

We had fallen behind a while ago and had last seen my relatives more than ten minutes ago. They probably thought we were lost somewhere around here since there were a lot of different paths.

I groaned in annoyance, seeing my aunt and her soon to be husband. ‘We were about to kiss god damn it.’ I wanted to angrily shout in their faces. Maybe I groaned a bit too loud because Y/n started giggling at my exasperation. Just the sound of her little laugh made me calm down.

“We are here!” I shouted back.

After less than 5 minutes we had caught up to my relatives.

“Sorry, we didn’t mean to worry you. We just.. uhm needed a minute to ourselves.” I apologized, scratching the back of my head.

“You both know that the fertility luck of that squirrel you saw lasts longer than just a few minutes, right?” my grandma asked, winking again.

Oh my god. Here she goes again. Why does she always have to do this? I mentally facepalmed myself and just laughed it off while Y/N stayed silent in embarrassment.

“I hope you didn’t search for us too long?” I asked with a slight feeling of guilt. Unfortunately, Harry was the first one to answer.

“Well Dan, Auntie Sarah was actually quite worried about you. You must know Y/N, that when Dan and I were 12 we used to play hide and seek here in the woods and Dan got lost for a whole afternoon. When we found him in the evening he was crying his eyes out and since then we weren’t allowed to play here anymore.” Harry ended his anecdote with a bitter laugh and I wondered how many stories that make me seem like the biggest loser on Earth there were.

Much to my liking though Y/N was on my side and not his. Her way of killing was kindness. She just laughed at my 12 year old self and took my hand in hers. Her small fingers felt cold under her knitted gloves so I tried to rub some warmth into her hands.

“Is that why you are scared of trees and the dark?” she wanted to know with a grin and I was surprised that she knew that about me.

Since it was way past midday we soon returned to my aunt’s mansion. Sarah made hot chocolates for all of us to warm up. Later today most of my other relatives would arrive since the wedding was tomorrow. Me and Y/N walked up to our room in silence. My thoughts were racing though. We weren’t even friends when we got here, she was just my fake girlfriend and now? What were we now?

Instead of talking about what happened during our little walk we just talked. About how we both met Phil, what are favourite movies were, what we were scared of as children and topics like that. The only thing we didn’t talk about was our first kiss, our second kiss and our almost kiss. I think we were both unsure of what the other would say and we just didn’t know how to address it. At five in the afternoon there was a knock on our door, making me stop talking mid-sentence.

“Hey, lovebirds. Most of your aunts, uncles and cousins have arrived, Dan. Why don’t you two come downstairs to have dinner with all of us?”

“Sure, auntie.” I said while Y/N sweetly smiled at Sarah.

We got up from the armchairs near the big window that we were sitting on. Y/N checked her hair in the mirror on the wall before she approached the door.

“I can’t believe that out of all girls in the world, it’s you who is my fake girlfriend.” I uttered with astonishment.

My words made Y/N stop in the middle of her tracks. She turned around to look at me and when I saw her face I realized that she had completely misunderstood what I had said. I was trying to compliment her. I was simply expressing my amazement because the most beautiful girl in the whole entire world agreed to act like she is my girlfriend. She had interpreted what I said differently, in a negative way.  

“Y/N I didn’t mean it like-“ I defended myself trying to make this, whatever this was, okay again.

“Let’s just go meet your family.” She snapped and walked out of the door.

 Smooth Dan Howell. Real smooth.

I headed after her, wanting to apologize, but it was already too late.

“Daniel dear!” various relatives exclaimed with glee when they saw me and I shook a lot of hands instead of kissing Y/N.

What I soon learned was that Y/N was indeed a really good actress. She acted like the perfect girlfriend and made us seem like we were the happiest couple on Earth. Only I knew that she was actually mad at me. What was I even thinking when I said that? Why didn’t I ask her to be my girlfriend already?

The horror that I might have ruined whatever we could have had made my heart want to explode. We sat at the table talking and chatting with everybody, eating dinner and answering questions about our fake relationship.

“Looking at you two makes me want to be young again.” My grandma said with a smile.

Y/N blushed and squeezed my hand underneath the table.  It was just an act but I wanted it to be real so badly.

So I plunged in at the deep end.  I moved closer to her, my palms sweaty.

“I’m  I am – uh.. falling for you, Y/N.” I whispered into her ear, my heartbeat almost louder than my words.

I watched her face lose colour at my words. Her eyes widened and she opened her mouth to say something but then closed it again.

I could tell that she was shouting “Dan?!” inside of her head right now.

Dessert couldn’t be served soon enough and we nearly jumped up from our seats when we were finished. We took two stairs at the same time, nearly sprinting to our room. When I shut the door behind me, there was nothing and nobody holding us back anymore.

“CAN WE FINALLY TALK ABOUT THIS?!” Y/N screamed, but just as those words had left that pretty mouth of hers I had stumbled forward to where she stood and crashed my lips onto hers. I was finally kissing her, no acting just real feelings. She immediately kissed back and there was that famous spark again. My whole body was on fire as I wrapped my arms around her waist and she tangled her fingers in my hair. There was no space between our bodies left as we moved our lips in perfect rhythm.  

We broke apart staring at each other in sheer amazement.

I was still out of breath but she was right, we had to talk about his. So I swallowed hard and talked.

“Okay so, first of all I just want you to know I am not acting right now. It’s all real and I never should have lied.

The second thing I want you to know is that what I said before dinner was supposed to be a compliment, but it looks like I am just freaking dumb.

The third confession is that I have fallen so hard for you and every time I kiss you it feels like I am actually on fire.”

Y/N and I had the biggest smiles on our faces as I finally spoke my mind.

“Oh and fourth, I’m tired of this fake girlfriend thing. The ‘fake’ part just doesn’t work out for me.”