two rotten apples [m]

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❛❛we’re next-door neighbors and have hated each other since middle school but now we’re going to the same university how can we avoid the other person like the plague so there isn’t a crime scene— what do you mean you promised my mom you would keep an eye on me???? you fucking planned this❜❜ AU

COUNT → 16.053

GENRE → smut | eventual angst

PAIRING → jungkook | reader

WARNINGS → dom and sub tones | spanking | hair pulling | praising | explicit language | female masturbation | graphic oral sex | penetration


There was always that one person at parties—that one person who hid in a bathtub somewhere so they didn’t have to contribute to society’s norms of choking on their own vomit and passing out cuddling a pink garden gnome.

Or maybe that was just you.

Then again, it wasn’t just any party you were hiding in a bathtub at—it wasn’t some rager that had frat boys downstairs chugging so much alcohol that their livers probably looked like fucking dried out asparagus—it was your high school graduation party. And maybe you’d attended only the lamest graduation parties in your eighteen years of life, but there was no alcohol here—only fruit punch. Yet, there you were, still hiding in a bathtub for some fucking reason with a piece of chocolate cake balanced in your lap.

You should probably reiterate that it was your party, which makes things worse since normally you don’t hide in a bathtub when you’re the guest of honor.

Normally—but this was not a normal circumstance.

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locker room | reggie mantle (riverdale)

Originally posted by joeck

prompt: 80- “you are so tiny compared to me”

it was another long boring cheer practice and the squad had been kicked out of our gym and thrown out onto the football field to train with the football team.

it was one of the hottest days of the year and you had to spend the past hour dodging footballs and doing a bunch of different flips and learning cheryls impossible choreography.

you feel breathless doubling over trying to suck in a breathe feeling all types of heat stroke. you bring your head up waving down your red headed captain

“can we like take a break for 5 minutes?” you huff shielding your eyes from the sun.

she glances around at her team half the girls were already sitting on the ground trying to shield themselves from the scorching hot sun

“5 minutes and thats it” she yells out to the whole squad before walking all the way over to me extending a bottle to me “thanks red” i mumble taking a long swig

the siren rings loud indicating an end of a period and cheryl huffs sighing “lets go ladies practice is over” she yells turning and scowling at me

“oh c'mon your not mad at me right?” i ask jogging behind my best friend as she struts off the field whistling from the hormonal teenage boys behind us filling the field

“im not” she replies keeps her focus in front of her “cheryl?” i question stopping in my place only for her to walk off without me.

i groan rolling my eyes taking another long sip out of the icy water bottle when i feel a strong pair of arms wrap around my waist pulling me up

I squeal as the water squirts out of the bottle my feet leaving the grass. i trash around in the strangers arms until im put down familiar giggles filling the air

“reggie you jerk you made me wet” i complain trying to wipe of the water that had spilt on my uniform as i walk next to my boyfriend

archie and chuck snicker a smile growing on my raven haired boyfriends face “baby girl i know i do, maybe you should really be telling everyone” he teases

i roll my eyes pushing his chest “your such a child” i laugh glancing at the three boys sticking my tongue out and spraying them with my water bottle

they yell covering their faces chasing me across he field, i squeal running as fast as my feet carry me until I’m lifted up into the air more and more water pouring on top of me

“STOP!” i yell after they put me down i rush to reggie bury myself into his chest trying to protect myself reggie getting soaked in the process

“ANDREWS! CLAYTON!” i hear coach clayton yell gainging the attention of the three jocks

they drop their bottles looking up at the older man “yes coach?” archie calls back guilt on his face

“maybe we should leave miss (y/l/n) alone so she can get to class, we’ll need her on the field cheering and not in detention”

i find myself giggling pushing my wet hair off my face “lets go” i laugh linking my hands with revives and pulling him toward the locker rooms

i remove my ponytail and let me hair run down my back before facing reggie as he strips off his uniform and changed back into regular clothes

“this was all i had to wear today” i sulk

he turns to me licking his lips as he stares at me “remind me to wet you wore when your in your uniform?” he chuckles

furrowing my brows i look down to se what you can clearly see my black lace bra now that’s the white cotton was drenched.

i playfully smack my boyfriends chest “can you give me something to wear?” i beg pouting, slipping on a pair of denim shorts and removing my white shirt

his eyes dart around the room pulling me into him by my waist “god (y/n) you can’t just strip off what is someone came in” he glances around the room eyes wide panic on his expression

i laugh standing up on my tippy toes and pulling reggie down to connect our lips “you worry too much mantle” he kisses back slipping his hands under my thighs to lift me up on his waist

we continue to kiss gradually getting heated until the should of a locker shutting brings us back to reality

reggie almost drops me still managing to keep my chest out of sight

“wow- andrews what are you doing in here” reggie starts pulling me behind him pulling a shirt over his head

“it’s the locker room reg- im just grabbing my stuff” he chuckles grabbing a fresh shirt before walking away for us laughing at the encounter

reggie turns around digging through his locker, you giggle your hands sliding up his chest “here” he mumbles handing me one of his shirts before dipping down and joining our lips

“reggie this is massive on me” i sulk letting the white t hang just above my knees, he turns and giggles at the sight of me.

i pout crossing my arms in front of my chest “regggg” i sulk dropping my bottom lip.

“im sorry baby girl” he pauses trying to hold back laughter “you are just so tiny compared to me”

he walks back over to you kissing the top of your head “maybe see if the girls have something for you? or you could tie it?” he wraps his arms around your shoulders.

“okay bfg” you poke fun tucking the shirt into your high waisted shorts the raven haired boy puzzled at your statement.

“im a what now?” “a big friendly giant” he narrows his eyes before punching lifting me up into the air swinging me around

“thats it you asked for it”

and after what seemed like the longest tickle fight of your life you both emerge from the locker room hand in hand smiles evident on your faces as you look up to your boyfriend pulling his jacket closer around me body

you were reggies girl

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elphabelle-of-the-ball  asked:

In honor of your graduation - you have to write a Bughead graduation fic!!! (xxx peacelovebughead)

Thank you, @peacelovebughead! I was actually in the process of finally filling this elopement prompt and setting it during graduation so this was perfect! I hope you enjoy!

“Ugh, it’s gonna rain I can feel it now. It’s gonna rain, and if these suede pumps get ruined I will sue,” Veronica ranted as she warily eyed the dark clouds rolling in over their heads. “What is the point of all this anyway?” she asked in exasperation, gaze turning to run over the throngs of students surrounded their little group.

“Organisation,” Betty replied, casting her eyes round in the same path as Veronica’s. “They need to make sure we all know where we’re going on the actual day,” she shrugged, one arm wrapped around Jughead’s, the other moving to lace her fingers with his.

“Herding us together like cattle one last time,” Jughead commented with his usual snark, rolling his eyes as a fellow student brushed past him, jostling his arm. Betty glanced up at him from underneath thick eyelashes, biting her lip against a grin at his usual surly mood. He flicked his gaze to hers out of the corner of his eye, looking away quickly as he pursed his lips against the smile that threatened to sneak onto his own lips from her look, corners twitching in betrayal. Betty giggled, nuzzling further into his side.

“Couldn’t they have done this closer to graduation? On a day when a downpour is not imminent?” Veronica continued on her tirade, shifting her weight from foot to foot as she grew impatient. They were standing a short distance away from the A’s, considering Archie had been snatched up right near the start. He gave her a cheeky grin.

“Kinda snappy today, Ronnie, what gives?” Archie asked, tilting his head to the side in question. Veronica sighed, cheeks heating gently as she avoided the eyes that turned to scrutinise her.

“I don’t know, I guess it’s just hit me. We’ve had our last spring break as high school kids and now we’re going to graduate and go our separate ways… I feel like it’s ending when it only just began,” she mumbled. Archie’s eyes softened, wrapping an arm around her waist and placing a reassuring kiss against the side of her head. She threw him a small smile.

“Hey, it’s not the end. Just the next chapter, right guys?” Archie turned to address the general group. There were a few comforting nods but Betty couldn’t focus. They were calling out the C’s now, her name should be up next. Her heart was hammering like a hummingbird’s in her chest, palms sweaty as they passed the place for Cooper without uttering the word. Jughead could feel her pulse against his arm, hand tightening around hers in reflex. No one seemed to notice the error.

“…Kevin Keller…” Mr Weatherbee called out over the mindless hum of chatter, Kevin’s ears perking up.

“That’s me,” he sighed with an eyebrow, moving to join the end of the line. The names continued to pour out.

“…Veronica Lodge…” Veronica raised her eyebrows briefly before walking to her place. More names.

“…Elizabeth Jones, Forsythe Jones…” It was as if the entire student body collectively inhaled. Archie did an almost comical double take, head turning between Weatherbee, Betty, and Jughead. Veronica’s mouth dropped open. Kevin’s hands went to his face, eyes glistening with glee. Betty felt her cheeks flaming scarlet as they both headed towards their spots, passing the line of staring, shocked faces. She tilted her chin up slightly, eyes firm as she focused on the warmth of Jughead’s hand in hers, grounding her as he always did. Sure, the attention embarrassed her, but marrying Jughead months before their high school graduation? She’d never been more proud of a decision.

She was, however, slightly thankful in that moment, after the unintentionally grand reveal, that her friends were stuck firmly in their places down the line, unable to accost them and bombard them with the questions clearly bursting to pour out of their mouths. Everyone was still staring as they waited for the list to finish, Weatherbee only on the M’s by now. Betty turned her back on the person in front of her, focusing only on the soothing, cool blue of Jughead’s eyes. He ducked his head to search her eyes, noticing the worry around the edges.

“You okay?” he murmured, hands caressing her arms comfortingly. She nodded, offering him a smile.

“There’s a lot of people looking,” she whispered back. He knew this was what was bothering her.

“Hey, I’m right here. Just you and me, alright?” he replied. She nodded again, shoulders losing some of their tension as she remembered.


Spring break had been perfect, as far as Jughead had been concerned. He and Betty had taken a road trip to Toledo, promising to look after Jellybean while their mom had to go out of town for a while, his grandparents away for the week.

The drive had been one of the best experiences of his life, windows of his dad’s borrowed truck rolled down, spring sunshine pouring in, casting all kinds of mesmerising patterns through Betty’s golden hair as it blew about her in the breeze. He’d created a playlist especially for the occasion, grinning with unrestrained bewilderment as she sang along to the tracks she knew in the most beautifully melodic voice he’d ever heard. The open road changed her, changed both of them. The world seemed to be at their fingertips, the possibilities stretching out endlessly before them, waiting to be grasped.

They decided to spend a night under the stars, camped out beneath an assembly of blankets in the bed of the truck. Betty had curled into his side, head resting over his heartbeat as she tangled her legs with hers. The sky above them was littered with bright dots uninterrupted by city lights, miles and miles away but feeling like they were close enough to touch, securing them under a dome that was all their own.

“What do you think is up there?” Betty had asked, high on the secluded night air, the feeling of his fingertips running along the exposed skin of her lower back, the drowsiness that threatened to engulf her for the night. Jughead smiled, just the barest movement in the corner of his lips as he took one last look at the constellations before tilting his head down to look into her upturned eyes. He saw constellations there too, in the flecks of gold and blue swimming in deep, endless green.

“Possibilities,” he murmured back, leaning down to capture her lips in a slow kiss before they burrowed back against each other for the night.

He was watching Betty now as she chased Jellybean through the field of flowers, the game of tag supposedly helping to get them out of their picnic induced coma. He looked down at the display of empty containers around him, conceding that they may have gone a little overboard on the amount of food they’d brought. He couldn’t help it, Betty made him go to every extreme.

The past few days had almost been like every white picket fence dream Jughead would never admit he’d had. He woke up, every morning, to her face inches away from his, her eyelashes still fluttering gently against her cheeks in slumber. He always woke up first - habit still due to having to be out of whatever corner he’d chosen as his bed before someone found him - and stole a few private moments to watch her features, completely relaxed and unguarded, not plagued by the troubles of the wakeful. She always stretched before even opening her eyes, uncurling her cramped limbs until she was completely invading his personal space. She’d smile, eyes drifting open, as he ran his hands over every inch of skin he could reach, peppering light kisses across her face until his lips finally meet hers.

They’d go downstairs and make breakfast together, him in charge of the coffee, Betty in charge of the pancakes, or whatever else she chose to cook that morning - his favourite would always be her pancakes though, jutting out his bottom lip as she’d chastise him with a “we can’t have pancakes every morning!” until she’d concede, telling him that surely his rugged good looks wouldn’t work on her forever, especially not if he ate as many pancakes as he did. Jellybean usually stumbled in some time later, rubbing the sleep from her eyes as the couple grinned at her, happy that they’d managed to coax her from her bed before noon with the smell of food; she was definitely Jughead’s sister.

They went to the movies, out for dinner. They’d taken Jellybean to the park, bought her ice cream from the truck. They’d dropped her off at a friends house, promising to come and pick her up again in the morning, telling her not to have too much fun as she rolled her eyes, grumbling to her older brother that he sounded more like her dad than her sibling.

Betty had been wearing her hair down all week, he noted as he ran his hand through the silken strands that evening, cuddled up against her on the couch. He liked it, and not just because he couldn’t keep his hands out of it. It meant she felt comfortable, at home with him and this little domestic show they were playing out, his mother’s house the stage, audience party of two. Betty was placing flowers in JB’s hair as he watched from his spot on his blanket, his sister smiling bashfully up at her in response. He couldn’t have been more thrilled at the response his girlfriend had elicited from his sister, almost as if it had slid the last piece into place. Betty wandered back over to him, cheeks flushed from the sun, as JB continued to pinch the stems of daisies between her fingers, lacing them into a chain.

“I’m so tired I could sleep for a week,” she sighed, sun-drowsy as she flopped down next to Jughead, head resting on his shoulder. Jughead’s arm came up to wrap around her waist automatically.

“I don’t remember feeling like this, ever,” he mumbled some time later. She lifted her head to stare at him, brows pinched slightly. “As if I could keep living like this for the rest of my life and always be happy,” he clarified, watching her features soften.

“It will be like this,” she promised, eyes earnest. He took one of her hands into his lap, playing with her fingers idly.

“We’ll make it, right? Through college?” he asked, voicing the concerns that had been nagging at his brain for the past few months, graduation growing ever closer.

“Juggie, we’re going to New York together. We’ll be living in the same apartment!” Betty laughed, eyes lighting up at her own words, excitement constantly bubbling in the pit of her stomach every time she thought about their future. He smiled briefly at her response, shrugging nonetheless.

“I know, I just… it’s a whole different world out there, Betts. So much bigger and brighter than Riverdale. You’re gonna flourish and grow and I just…” he trailed off, pain in his chest growing as he thought out the possibilities in his mind.

“And you’ll just be by my side, flourishing and growing along with me,” she cut in, tone firm, leaving no room for argument. He met her eyes, their deep green almost glowing with ferocity. “I love you, Jughead. And I know you don’t always believe me but I need you as much as you say you need me. We’re a pair and that’s the way it’s going to stay for the rest of our lives. You fill the parts of me that were empty for so long in my life. You ease the dull ache in my chest that I didn’t ever think was capable of going away. Every time I see you, or hear your voice, or feel your touch, I know inexplicably, without a doubt in my mind, that I am home,” she rushed out, pouring every ounce of emotion into her words she was capable of. “I’ll want you forever,” she whispered, hand fisting in the material of his shirt. His eyes searched hers for a moment, seeing nothing but the truth.

“Marry me.” The words came out before he’d even had time to process the thought. Once they hung between them in the air, though, he knew he meant it.

“What?” she stammered, slightly taken aback at the abrupt turn in their conversation. His gaze remained unwavering.

“Marry me. I mean it, Betty. I already feel it too, this is forever. I want to make you mine forever. Will you? Marry me, I mean?” he asked again, heart hammering beneath his rib cage. The silence that followed seemed to stretch out for an eternity, blush creeping up his neck and onto his chest. He almost thought he was dreaming when she began to nod, tears gathering along her waterline and quickly spilling over onto her cheeks.

“Yes,” she breathed, barely able to find her voice to answer him. Jughead let out a breath he didn’t realise he’d been holding, relieved laugh getting lost in the exhale as she pulled him towards her. Her mouth covered his, dancing against his lips as her hands moved to his hair, tugging at the roots until she elicited a deep groan.

“Get a room!” Jellybean yelled at them from a few feet away, scrunching her nose up at the public display. Jughead laughed, pulling back to rest his forehead against Betty’s. The future suddenly seemed a whole lot brighter.

“I can’t wait to be Betty Jones,” she whispered against the skin of his chest later that night as they lay wrapped around each other. Jughead stilled, looking down at her with wide eyes.

“Y-you want to take my last name?” he asked in surprise. He’d spent a lifetime being ashamed of the name Jones that the thought of bestowing such a burden on the love of his life hadn’t even occurred to him. She moved to rest her chin on his chest, eyes meeting his steadily.

“Of course I do. You’re one of the smartest, kindest, bravest men I’ve ever met. I want to start a new family with you. It would be my honour.” Jughead swallowed around the thickness in his throat, simply nodding, blinking rapidly against the moisture in his eyes as she settled back against his side.


They’d taken off towards the Blue and Gold office as soon as they were able, narrowly dodging their friends as they attempted to fight their way through the crowds towards them. Jughead pulled Betty towards him for a swift, searing kiss, his lips releasing hers with a pop.

“It won’t take long for them to find us. You ready?” he asked, eyes glinting with mischief. She nodded, biting her lower lip. She was relieved that they finally all knew, a part of her loving the secrecy of their elopement, another part dying to tell the whole world that Jughead Jones was her husband.

“Yeah, let’s do this,” she said, barely getting the words out before the door flew open, Veronica, Archie, and Kevin all standing in the doorway with similar expressions.

“Okay, Betty Jones,” Veronica began, eyes narrowing but telltale smile planted on her lips. “First of all, why the hell wasn’t I invited to your wedding?!”


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Imagine being Daryl’s younger sister and having a thing for Jesus.

——— Request for anon ———

“Daryl!” you shout across the field, “Stop it!”

“Ya’ best not mess around with my sister!” is the only response you get, and it’s actually angrily addressed to Jesus, who had thus far been dodging Daryl’s chase through the field. You should never have told Daryl about your thing for him; this was just embarrassing, and you were ninety percent sure Daryl was just doing it to piss you off.

Jesus runs to stand behind you, still dodging Daryl’s grabs around you until you put your foot down, “Dammit, Daryl! Can’t I ever like a guy without you embarrassing the shit out of me!”

Being a Hufflepuff & Dating H.G Would Include:

‣During the school year cute dates to The Hog’s Head

‣Sneaking Hermione up to your dormitory to study because the Gryffindor common room is too loud

‣Not much PDA because you both prefer the intimacy of your affections but you do hold hands

‣She does give you forehead kisses whenever there’s no one around though

‣Hermione definitely spoils you like crazy

‣You make flower crowns and Hermione wears them proudly, hexing anyone who makes a comment about them

‣Hermione is naturally overprotective of you but you enjoy her overprotectiveness rather than finding it patronizing

‣Dates in the muggle world where she takes you to the city and you spend the nights loading up on street food, enjoying watching the street dancers, and then finally going to the London Bridge to watch the River Thames below as street musicians play in the background

‣Dates where you take Hermione to magical beaches where you can swim along with the beasts and you take Gillyweed to swim underwater with the mermaids; at the end of the day you cuddle by a bonfire and roast marshmallows

‣Always taking a small backpack everywhere where you have your camera and a small photo album to record all of your adventures

‣Scrap books with pressed flowers

‣Her parents absolutely adore you and they feel a parental protectiveness over you

‣Spending Christmas with the Granger household who immediately take you in as family and get you presents and a customized stocking over the fireplace

‣Hermione reading you to sleep while you are nuzzled into her neck

‣When she is stressed you take her outside and lay her head across your lap, threading your fingers through her thick hair while you sing to her or just talk about nothing

‣Sneaking up to the Astronomy Tower at night to stargaze; eventually you end up lying on your sides, facing each other, whispering breathy promises between feather light kisses

‣Uncontrollable giggles as you chase each other across fields of sunflowers or try to splash one another while avoiding getting splashed

‣Using secret passages to leave the school when the pressure of Voldemort’s impending return haunts the students

Piggy! Back! Rides! Every! Where!

‣Aesthetically pleasing everything

‣Hermione snuggling you in a cocoon of blankets by the fire when you’re sick and vice-versa

‣You are very close friends with Luna who seems to be the only one besides Hermione who doesn’t judge you and she’s just a great person to be with overall

‣Hot chocolate with a shit load of whipped cream and probably, maybe sprinkles?

‣Switching jumpers and house ties to mess with the other students

‣Traveling everywhere and probably eloping in a place where it’s just the two of you and your parents are going to kill you but it doesn’t matter because you found your soulmate and also, what’s the point of waiting?

A/n: Thanks to @Anon for requesting this💕Where are my Hufflepuffs?🌞



“Minako had said he was a blessing - that his pockets were deep and Yuuri was lucky to have caught his eye. But Viktor Nikiforov was a curse, and Yuuri finds himself trapped in a world of blood and death where it takes violence to mend what is broken.”

Mania is a state of abnormally elevated (feelings of) arousal, affect and energy level, where the overall activation is heightened as well as expressions (actions) of affect that are also enhanced. Freud considered that the maniac individual must have suffered a great and traumatic loss (something that could also be linked to the Oedipus Complex phase) and the ego unable to properly deal as it was supposed to turns all of its energy at a target that will act as a substitute for the object of affection that was lost in order to fulfill that gap. Obsessive and violent behaviour might be characteristics indentified in a maniac individual, though they may vary.

Cupio dissolvi is a latin locution that means (literally) «I wish to be dissolved». This concept has played an important role in the discussion on suicide. Some other reflexions and interpretations considered something like one’s desire to leave life in order to die, so that they could join God in the afterlife and end their sufferings, being able to become once again pure in the eyes of God. Freud believed that it wasn’t only a simple matter of having a death wish, it also had something to do with the struggle one goes through in a lifetime while trying to fight against the intense impulse or desire for death (most likely linked to his concept of death drive).

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anonymous asked:

So...what happened when you let buyers pick their puppies?

Well, I have several stories because as a newer breeder I am learning too. My first litter I placed a sweet soft boy in a home I really shouldn’t have. She already had too many dogs. Because of all her dogs she did not continue socializing as he grew and he was bullied by her deerhounds. Because he was sensitive (like most borzoi are) he became reactive with other dogs. Large males in particular. His confidence was shot…it’s so important in our breed to have a confident dog. They don’t start fights and it’s so easy to live and take them anywhere. Fast forward to me asking to bring him back to the US to finish his AKC CH title. I was so saddened by how he was so fearful of everything. Still such a sweet dog but he was always watching is back as if someone was going to jump from the shadows. I asked to keep him and he’s still with me. He gotten so much better and now gets along with any males I bring onto the property. He lives with 4 intact males now. They don’t fight even when the girls come in season. So that is one example of poor placement.

Another was in my last litter, I placed a very little girl with a person who had gotten a borzoi from my first litter. He was the perfect dog and she had a lot to live up too. Several times I tired getting the owner to change her mind saying she was super high energy. The owner said she could handle it, she’s trained dogs before, nothing she hasn’t seen. Well this puppy girl said challenge accepted and became a nightmare for her new owner. I do give the owner props for trying but at 10 months she couldn’t take it anymore. She was returned to me and I hold nothing against her for returning the dog. It wasn’t sure good fit. Now the dog is in a home where she runs on 3 acres daily, gets to go run in the open field and chase jack rabbits, she just excels at anything athletic and her first home couldn’t provide the exercise to fit her energy level. Which was my fault.

Another puppy from my last litter went to a lady that wanted to get out of IWs but still wanted a bigger dog. She knew the lady I mentioned above. She loved the boy from my first litter and wanted one just like him. *laughs* cuz that’s not a tall order. Well she didn’t want the pups with the short tail which would have been the ideal fit for her. Though he had prey drive he was very bid able and laid back. Actually I gave her the choice of 2. The other had kinks in his tail.( @noodle-dragon ended up with this boy so it was a blessing in disguise.) She wanted a perfect tail *sigh* I argued with her about this for a while. I told her the other males were going to show homes, she kept saying she wanted one of 2 other boys I had not offered her. That was it. I told her the one must go to a show home, the other we were waiting on his testicle to drop and he just wasn’t the right fit. Because by 9 weeks his testicle never dropped I gave in and said fine…he’s yours. Big mistake as well. She never had anything good to say about him. He bites, he barks, he runs around her house like a crazy dog growling….HE’S A FREAKING PUPPY LADY!!!! Well she didn’t take any of my advice. We went back and forth for months, I tried so hard to help her but you can’t help someone who really don’t even want to listen. I kept pushing her to return the dog and I would give her a full refund, I guess I started pushing too hard. She refused and cut off contact with me. She still has the dog and my spies say he looks good but it breaks my heart she won’t send updates and pictures.

This is why a breeder should be completely honest and at time even put their foot down when it comes to placement. I want people to enjoy my dogs and the breed but coming to a person who breeds Borzoi (dogs bred for their athleticism and prey drive) and basically wanting a Labrador in a borzoi suit is just unrealistic. This is why I don’t let people choose. When I evaluate a litter I also evaluate temperament. If someone is looking for lower drive, if I have any, I will give them their choice. Might be 1 dog, might be 3….don’t know until the litter is about 8-9 weeks and I make no promises to puppy buyers until that time. All those that have puppies from me didn’t get to choose them. I placed the dogs in the homes so everyone benefitted.



Obviously Tom spoke about Norman during his Q&A on Reddit.

Seems like he really liked to play catch with him on his first episode.

It’s also funny because Tom always says it was awful because it was hot and the director made them shot the scene over and over again and he had to run with a lot of clothes etc etc

But when he’s asked about his favorite memory on TWD he would “Oh yes! Norman chasing in a field! Totally!”

I see you Tom 👀

Eric Harris cheating on you part 4

I was still very confident about this a few hours ago but AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA this is shit lol! And it is not anymore what it started as lol, creepiness ahead!

Rain blurred your sight. You had never in your entire life ran that fast. What was even happening? Weeks ago you had have a loving boyfriend, then he cheated on you with the most basic bitch ever, your life got out of hand and now said boyfriend chased you through Colorado at night?

The storm was loud, lightning still struck and thunder still rumbled but you could hear your own rapid breathing as you ran. This is a nightmare, this is not real. It was so cold and your dress was soaked due to the heavy rain causing you to shiver repeatedly. Though catching a cold was the least of your worries right now. You slowed down in the middle of the road and turned around, spotting the parking lot of your school, it seemed as if Eric had reached his car by now because the back light brightened red and the motor started. You caught your breath and tried to find something to hide while you watched as he drove out of the parking lot, maybe he wouldn’t see you. As soon as he headed into your direction though you were sure that he had seen you and almost felt like crying. You where exhausted, you couldn’t run anymore, your lungs felt like bursting at any second but you would have no other chance left and so you started to run again, you would have to be way faster then before!

The weight of your bag was effecting your speed in a more than negative way and you could hear Eric getting closer so you didn’t think about it but just grasped it and hurled it to the side while running.

“Dammit (Y/N) stop now!”

You heard Eric scream and it only made you run faster. You didn’t even want to think about what he would do once he’d reach you. Would he roll you over? You wanted to beat the machine but you felt your legs getting tired and the headlights of his car had already reached you, causing your shadow to run beside you. This was insane!

You couldn’t run from him forever, you had to come up with a plan in a few seconds or he’d catch you. You tried to orientate yourself, you were on the periphery now and you knew where this road lead, it lead down and out of Littleton into the Columbine Valley. A long straight road, not the best place to do anything else but running away but you couldn’t turn around anymore. At the same time you couldn’t keep this speed for a long time.

Your only option was to leave the road, run into nowhere and hope that he wouldn’t follow you. You didn’t want to, you were afraid but it would probably be the best decision! You immediately turned left and jumped down the road into a field. Eric’s car stopped immediately, the tires squealing. You caught your breath and held your hands close to your chest, this was the hardest sprint you had ever done! You were just glad that it seemed as if Eric would let you be now. All you would have to do was run back and get your bag back. The rain had finally stopped and now there was just a heavy wind blowing. Suddenly you heard the motor again and the only thing you saw was his car literally jumping over the bluff bank and landing on the ground with a loud thud.

You shook your head in desperation. This guy was crazy. You didn’t waste a second and immediately started running again, deeper into the field. The deeper the better.

“Fucking stop now or you’ll regret it (Y/N)!”

You turned around, Eric had exited the car and was now running through the field as well. He was so quickly coming towards you, you had almost forgotten that although Eric was very skinny he was still very fast. It was really dark without the headlights of his car and you tripped over a root or something like that, immediately standing up again.

“Stay away from me you psychopath!”

You screamed and began to crouch slightly, hoping that he’d have a harder time to spot you among the high grown grass in the dark. You eventually stopped and squatted when you couldn’t hear him behind you anymore. It was so quiet now that if Eric would have been near you, you would have heard him. You didn’t know if it was smarter to try to spot him or if you should stay down.

You went down on all four legs and started to crawl slowly. This must have looked pathetic but you honestly had no other idea. You did not want to remain on the same spot, making it too easy for Eric to find you and you didn’t want to stand up and run again. You were to weak, so crawling was your best option for moving forward. You felt the cold and wet earth underneath your hands and knees, cringing everytime you moved and grass and dirt was pushed under your nails. You tried to control your breathing and move at a slow but consistent pace. You couldn’t see anything but tried to head back towards the road, blindly finding the right direction.

After what felt like an eternity you finally felt brave enough to stop and stand up to look around. His car stood a few hundred feet away from you in the middle of the field and the street was close. Finally luck was on your side but it felt too good to be true. Where was Eric? You decided to crawl until you would be closer. You crept through the grass, trying not to make any sound. You carefully stood up and slowly turned around but Eric was nowhere to be seen. Maybe he had finally given up? One thing was sure, you had to go to the police tomorrow. Although the wind had subsided, it started to rain now again. The weather here was really a damn joke. You tried to calm yourself and brushed the dirt of your knees and hands before you walked back to the road. You just had to get back into town and then you’d-

“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?”

You screeched and wanted to run but all you could do was turn around and Eric immediately rugby-tackled you. You started kicking with your feet and slapped your hands, trying to hit him anywhere and hopefully hurt him but he sat down on your waist with his full body weight and held your hands down on both sides of your head.

“Let go of me you freak.”

You screamed at him and jerked your body hysterically but that didn’t seem to impress Eric very much. He just looked at you and let go to reach behind him but you lunged out and slapped him across the face before he could get whatever he was grasping for. Eric gripped your hands and pinned them to the floor again, his face was only inches away from yours as he growled, a low rumbling in his chest.

“Stop fighting back!”

You gathered saliva in your mouth and spat at him in response. You would never stop fighting back and that was when Eric lost it, wiping your spit of his face and roughly turning you around. He pressed you onto your stomach, your face into the dirt and held your hands behind your back.

“This could have run so smoothly and be so much easier for the both of us but you always make things difficult.”

He almost talked like a father that was disappointed in the grades of his child.

“Don’t touch me!”

You struggled against him but the only effect it had was that your dress slipped up slightly.

“You are truly a lovely sight.”

You heard Eric say and knew that he had a grin on his lips while he looked - oh you knew exactly what he looked at and you could feel your blood beginning to boil.

“Pull my dress down!”

You demanded harshly but Eric only chuckled and you felt him moving on top of you.

“You told me not to touch you remember?”

You just wanted to scream at him but where quickly silenced when you felt something hard around both of your wrists and heard a click. What was that? Could it be? Cable ties?

“Freaking cable ties Eric?”

“Everyone has them in the car.”

He replied nonchalantly as he tauntend them and you winced and whimpered when they cut into your flesh. They were way too tight.

“Eric please. You don’t know what you’re doing!”

You whimpered and felt the tears fill up your eyes. You were not a pussy but this was the limit for you, this was a true nightmare. He seemed to bear no relation to reality anymore.

“Sh sh sh.” 

Eric said and comfortingly stroked your hair before he turned your around and carefully threw you over his shoulder.

“What the fuck are you doing you freak?”

You screamed between sobs and whimpers.

“Taking you home. We have a lot to talk about (Y/N).”

You screeched loudly, hoping someone would hear you and tried to kick your knee into his chest but without success. It also didn’t help that your hands were bound behind your back. He carried you all the way back to his car and stopped in front of the passenger door.

“Are you going to behave?”

Eric asked sternly, his hand on the door handle and you began to laugh almost hysterically, still crying.

“Behave? What’s wrong with you, you fucking psycho? I’ll rip off your face once my hands are free again.”

“The trunk it is.”

He said with a sigh and let go of the handle. Before you could comprehend what Eric meant by that he opened the trunk and you were carefully laid inside.

“Try not to hit your head. We have a long way home.”

He said and closed it with a strong push.


You were alone in the dark, on the hard ground of Eric’s trunk and your destination was the Harris home with no one being there but you both. How would you get out of this?

I mean we started with Eric cheating on you but now he is chasing you through a field with his car? Wow we came a long way but anyway I’m still down for more parts if that’s what you guys want, just to make sure:  If we do continue this then I kinda wanna run riot with this lol should I bring Dylan into it? Idk he could come over and be the rational one ‘what the fuck did you do Eric?’ as he’d watch you lay on the bank with cable binders and a gag? But let’s be honest I wouldn’t let him be too rational for too long trololololololol

A Brief Recapitulation of Troll-Changeling Friendships

This takes place during and after this fic thing, which was inspired by @changepherrox‘s art and the written scenario of Walter meeting Barbara, pre-show, and becoming part of the Lake family. After finding his place in the human world, he comes upon the Trollhunter amulet and struggles between protecting his family, being a double agent… and secretly defending a Trollmarket that doesn’t particularly want a changeling for a Trollhunter. 

You probably want to read the first fic thing before checking this out. Again, I haven’t seen Trollhunters in a month or so, so inaccuracies probably occur. Thank you so much for the ideas and conversation, @changepherrox! I’ve been really inspired. I hope this lives up to what you were imagining. Here we go!


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Hockey Camp - Auston Matthews (Part 13)

Auston Matthews x Reader

Word Count: 2192

Warnings: Swearing, Mitch being a dork, Auston being ridiculously sweet

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4] [Part 5] [Part 6] [Part 7] [Part 8] [Part 9] [Part 10] [Part 11] [Part 12]


Mitch teases Auston mercilessly about the bruise on his neck, of course. He rips off the ridiculous-looking scarf Auston ties around his neck in the midst of the late summer heat, knowing exactly what he’s trying to cover up.

Auston’s cheeks flush red, and he chases Mitch around the field to the whooping and hollering of their teammates.

The incident doesn’t lessen his affection towards you, however. Every chance he has, he kisses you. Your days become a collection of hiding around corners, sneaking behind closed doors; grasping at every opportunity to share a private, intimate moment with each other, even if it’s the briefest of moments.

One day, he has you pushed up against the wall in the maintenance closet in the arena. He had grabbed your hand as you were walking out the front door and pulled you into the closet, his lips immediately covering yours.

“Why are you doing this?” You giggle against his lips.

He kisses you sweetly, peppering your face and neck with quick little butterfly kisses that make your cheeks heat up.

“Because,” he whispers, catching the corner of your mouth with his lips. “You’re just too gorgeous not to kiss every moment of the day.”

“Ah, I see how it is. You only like me for my hot body.”

“Mhmm,” he hums against your neck. His hands slide down and squeeze your waist, sending a flash of heat through you. “That, and your beautiful mind.” He pulls his face away, looking you straight in the eye. “And your sense of humour, and your passion for hockey, and determination, and crazy worth ethic, among many other things. I admire you so much, Y/N,” he says sincerely, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Auston, stop.” You’re blushing furiously.

“Why? You’re an incredible human and I want you to know that.”

“You’re going to make me cry,” you say, your voice thick.

He smiles down at you and wraps his arms around your body, pulling you close. You nuzzle your head into his body, your ear against his chest. His heartbeat quickens slightly. Being here, in his arms, feeling so safe and warm, seems almost surreal. “You’re a pretty incredible human as well,” you say softly.

He kisses the top of your head and murmurs something into your hair that you can’t quite hear.

That Friday, you’re sitting in a daze at a table in the mess hall, Steph across from you. She’s talking, but it’s like you’re underwater and her words are all muffled. A wide grin is stretched across your face - Nancy has just cleared you to go back on the ice tomorrow.

“Y/N? Y/N!” Steph shouts, snapping her fingers. “Hello, anyone home?” She reaches across and pretends to knock on your forehead.

“Sorry, I must’ve zoned out,” you apologize, blinking her back into focus.

“No kidding. I was trying to tell you that I’m going to ask Mitch out today!”

This is news. For the last two weeks, both Steph and Mitch have been flirting relentlessly (to the point where you felt nauseous watching), yet neither of them had been bold enough to make the first move.

“That’s awesome news!” you exclaim. “What’s the plan?”

“Well, when he gets here, I’m going to…” As she delves into a step by step procedure, your mind drifts, as always, to Auston. You’re not sure exactly where you stand with him. Neither of you have made clear what your relationship entails, or what it means, for that matter. There is no label to it, and while that makes some people feel liberated, you feel anxious that whatever you have with him right won’t last for long. You’re not sure how it happened, but you have grown to care immensely about Auston. The concept of not having him in your life kind of scares you.

“Here he comes!”

You look across the mess hall to see Mitch walk through the main doors, with Auston following close behind. They quickly disappear into the serving area to grab food. When they emerge, plates piled high with food (Auston’s fairly healthy, Mitch’s filled with junk and an entire ketchup bottle), Steph waves them over. When Auston sees you sitting opposite to her, his whole expression changes. A smile takes over his face, and he walks briskly towards you.

“Hey there beautiful,” he says, placing his tray down on the table and kissing your cheek.

“Hey there yourself,” you respond quietly as he sits down, slightly confused. Normally he didn’t display any sort of affection towards you in public.

He notices your reserved attitude. “What’s up?”

“We’ll talk about it later, okay?” you whisper back to him and jerk your head towards Steph and Mitch.

“Mitch, could you pass the ketchup please?”

“Sure,” Mitch says through a mouthful of fries, passing the bottle to Steph.

She reaches over and steals his plate, beginning to squeeze the ketchup on top of the fries in a looping motion, forming letters.

“Hey! I was eating those,” Mitch yelps, trying to steal the plate back, but Steph gives him a death glare.

“Wait two seconds, would you?”

When she’s done, she flips the plate around to face Mitch. It reads, in messy handwriting: ‘Go out w me.’ Mitch’s face instantly turns pink.

“So?” Steph asks, her voice cool, but you know she’s anything but on the inside right now.

“That is the best promposal I’ve ever seen,” Mitch jokes, and Steph swats him on the shoulder. “Kidding, I’m kidding. Yes, of course I’ll go out with you.”

“Good.” Steph sounds relieved.

“It was about time, y’know. Camp is already two thirds of the way over, and I was getting a little antsy. I mean, Auston and Y/N are practically married and have two kids and a dog-”

Auston turns to look at you and raises his eyebrows. You shrug your shoulders and roll your eyes.

“You could have just asked me out then, you giant turd,” Steph points out.

You have to cover your mouth to keep yourself from laughing.

“But girls are scary,” Mitch whines.

Him and Steph continue to banter back and forth so loudly it catches the attention of the boys sitting to the table on the right.

“Hey, what’s going on between those two?” William Nylander leans over and asks you.

“What’s going on is that you three owe me thirty bucks.”

“She didn’t.”

You nod. Will curses and turns to Connor and Kasperi. “Get your wallets out boys, Stephanie just asked out our boy Mitchell.”

Connor and Kasperi both groan.

“How much was it? Ten?” Kasperi asks, patting his pockets. “I don’t have my wallet on me though.”

“Yeah, ten dollars. And that’s fine, just make sure I get my money by practice tomorrow!”

“Deal,” Kasperi says, and the rest of the guys nod in agreement.

“Practice tomorrow?” Auston whispers in your ear.

You twist around to face him, a smile spreading across your face. “Yeah. Nancy finally cleared me today!”

Auston’s entire face lights up. “That’s amazing news!” He gives you a giant hug, crushing your head into his chest. When he lets go, you can hardly breathe. “You must be so excited.”

You cough. “On second thought, I might not be cleared for tomorrow. I think you just gave me a concussion.”

“Oh, hush. I’m so happy for you.”

“Happy for me, or happy that I’m back so you can hit me with the puck again?”

“Y/N, I promise I will try not to bruise you anymore.” He leans in closer and whispers in your ear, “but I can’t promise about other types of bruises.”

The look he gives you makes you go hot from head to toe. “Shut-up Matthews,” you say, shoving him playfully away from you.

It’s later on that day. Steph and Mitch have taken off in his car to go for dinner and ice cream, and so you’ve been left alone in your room. To pass the time, you’ve been re-watching old tapes of your games that your dad had filmed on his little camcorder, analyzing what you could improve in your gameplay. Since you’ve missed nearly two week’s worth of ice time, you need to be mentally sharp for tomorrow morning.

You stretch and yawn as you check the time on your phone. 8:04pm. Still too early to go to bed, but you’ve just finished your last tape and you have nothing else to do. Maybe you’ll go for a walk or something.

You’re rummaging around in your suitcase for a pair of headphones to take with you when your phone chimes. You give up the search and pick up your phone. Hopefully Mitch hasn’t done something stupid and Steph needs rescuing. But when you hit the home button, a text message from Auston pops up.

Auston: Hey what r u doing rn?

You smile and quickly type out a reply.

You: About to go for a walk

You: Want to join? :)

His reply is instantaneous.

Auston: How abt u take a walk to my cabin. Mitch ditched me and I’m bored :(

You: Same here, Steph left me so I’ve been watching old games but ran out of tapes to watch. Will b there in 5 :)

Auston: Ok

Auston: Can’t wait to see u :)

A shiver of excitement runs through you as you put down your phone, and you spend the next five minutes trying to brush you hair and shakily apply some mascara. You know Auston’s already seen you after hockey, sweaty and bare-faced, but you want to look and feel confident tonight. A spritz of perfume and two outfit changes later, you’re on your way to Auston’s cabin.

You raise your hand to knock on the door but it swings open, revealing a smiling Auston.

“Eager much?” you tease. “I didn’t even have a chance to knock.”

“Oh, be quiet. I saw you checking out your reflection in the glass before you even walked up to the door.”

“Hey! I wanted to make sure I looked good; give a girl a break.”

“You always look good.”

You narrow your eyes, pretending to be mad. “Stop trying to get in my pants, Auston Matthews. Flattery will get you nowhere.”

“Ooh, a challenge.” He winks at you. “Come on in.”

You step through the doorway. The cabin is practically identical to yours and Steph’s, except obviously occupied by two teenage boys. Clothes are piled in the corners, the trash can is on the verge of overflowing, and miscellaneous items are shoved underneath the beds in a hasty effort to make the room appear neater. A vaguely tropical scent crosses your nose and you inhale, trying to place the smell.

“Is that air freshener?”

“Hey, Mitch stinks.”

“You cleaned up for me, didn’t you?” You walk up to Auston and peck him on the lips. “You’re so cute - you didn’t have to do that.”

He blushes. “I didn’t want you to think that I live in squalor - which I do, but you’ve got to keep up appearances, you know.”

“Auston, I have two brothers. Trust me, I know the truth.”

“And here I was, thinking I would impress you.”

“You thought wrong.”

“Well, this night has already gone to shit and you haven’t even been here for five minutes. I give up,” he complains, dramatically splaying out on his bed. “You can just leave now. I’m going to cry myself to sleep.”

“K, bye,” you say, turning on your heel and pretending to leave.

When your hand reaches the doorknob, he calls out: “Wait! I was joking. Please don’t leave.”

“I know, you idiot,” you say, laughing, as you walk back over to him.

“Then why were you about to leave?” he asks, giving you a sad look that melts your heart. “Come here.” He pulls you down to the bed, so that you’re laying on top of his chest.

You stay there for a while, listening to the steady beat of his heart while he plays with your hair.

“Do you want to watch a movie?” he asks softly.

“How? There’s no wifi.”

“Oh, yeah. I forgot,” he says dumbly. “We can just cuddle then.” He lowers his hands from your hair and wraps you up in a hug. “Only if you want, of course.”

“Of course I want to.”

“Okay, good,” he says, and then suddenly rolls over, making you squeal as he brings you with him. Now you’re both on your sides, faces inches apart. His brown eyes are lighter up close. 

“Big spoon or little spoon?”

“Either is fine with me,” you say, tapping his nose affectionately.

He smiles, quickly pressing a kiss to your lips. “Okay, I’m big spoon then. I want to hold you.”

You turn over onto your other side, and Auston’s arms wrap around your waist. He tugs you close, so that his hips are pressed into your butt, and his chest is flush with your back.

“This okay?” he murmurs into your hair. He’s so much taller than you that he can rest his chin on the top of your head.

“More than okay,” you reply, snuggling in closer. You feel like you’re exactly where you’re supposed to be.

[Part 14]

Basic training

Percival Graves had not been preparing and becoming the best auror of MACUSA just to be part of a basic training program, just to be a teacher, he even hated the word for Lewis’ sake. So, no, Picquery will not convince him to do such thing, his skills and power was for better use on the field, chasing and bringing criminals to justice.

“Don’t be like that, Percival,” Seraphina, exasperated, decided to drop formalities for a minute. “It’s necessary, all our workers, even the ones that are not aurors, need to learn the basics of defense and attack.”

“They all went to school, didn’t they?” Graves huffed.

“Yes, but it’s not the same; you have been in real fights, you are an experienced auror, I’m sure you have a few things you could teach them they’d never learn at any school.” She insisted.

She had a point, but he’d never admit it.

“I’ll be waisting my time.”

Seraphina rolled her eyes, tired.

“Fine. Be that way. I’ll find another auror.”

Graves tried to hide the triumphant smile that was forming on his face.


At the end of the day, Picquery chose Goldstein to teach the class. It was going to be a short one though, every single afternoon for a week, just to give some tips and advices in hexes for the wizards to use during a fight.

It was a good choice, auror Goldstein seemed dedicated and responsible. But, most importantly, she’d do it while Graves could focus his time on other things…

“You’ll do fine,” he told her, taking pity on her; there were a few minutes left and she was outside of the auditorium, waiting for everyone to show up.

“I’ve never spoken in front of so many people before,” she confessed. “But I think I could handle it.”

She got distracted by something at the end of the hallway. Graves followed the direction of her gaze just when she started to smile. Goldstein was looking at her sister and the man next to her.

The… lovely man next to her, Graves mentally corrected himself as his eyes laid on said wizard. He had messy reddish curls and a shy smile lighting up a face full of freckles.

“Who’s he?” He asked before he could stop himself, he didn’t even take his eyes off him.

“That’s Newt Scamander, my friend. He came back to New York to visit us. And since he’s staying​ a few days I told him to take the training, because that man seems to be followed by danger wherever he goes.” She added looking at him fondly.

Graves’ lips quirked up, almost involuntary as he looked how Newt moved his hands in the air, whatever he was telling Miss Goldstein he was very excited about. Yes, he had heard about him, he was the only one to realize the Grindelwald wearing Graves’ skin wasn’t the real Director of Magical Security. Before he wanted to thank him, now he wanted so much more from the man.

Graves blinked, surprised by his own thoughts. He hadn’t never felt so… attracted to someone like that.

“Actually… Madam President just told you are not going to give the lessons, but me,” he told her.

Auror Goldstein looked confused.

“But I thought you didn’t want to do it, Sir,” she said.

“I’ve changed my mind,” Graves replied, making every effort not to look at Newt while saying it.



Graves saw Newt getting in the auditorium and followed him right behind. He chuckled when the man turned around and realized who was he.

“Mr Graves!” He squeaked, almost jumping.

“You must be Newt Scamander, the magizoologist,” Graves smirked, taking a step closer to the man.

“Uh, oh… Yes! It’s a pleasure to finally meet the real you!” Newt babbled, looking adorable while doing it.

“The pleasure is mine,” Graves assured, purring. He had decided he was going to is everything he knew about seduction and flirtation just to make Newt to stay in New York permanently with him.

“So… Where’s Tina?” Newt was so flustered he didn’t know what to say except to talk about his friend.

“She’s not going to come,” Graves informed him. “I’m the one in charge of this training. I’m sure you and I are going to have so much fun.”

Newt’s shocked and flushed face was worth everything.


It was better that Graves had expected. He started to remind everyone the basics of self defensive magic, which everyone knew already, but he told them the right time to use each spell and how to make sure it’ll work in their favor.

He made them train in the room and had them forming duos or teams of three, but he always kept Newt to himself. He convinced the man it was better for him to try the hexes under his supervision, that way Graves could correct his posture by putting a hand on his back or taking his​ head in his hands to move it tenderly to one side or another. He also got as humanly close as he could to Newt’s body when he was telling him how to cast a particular spell.

Graves was enjoying the whole thing maybe a little too much.

And thanks to Newt’s tardiness, Graves had the perfect excuse to make him stay after the class and be alone with him.

The only problem was that even though everyone seemed to notice his attempts the object of his affections did not. Newt was completely oblivious.

It was really frustrating.


He knew Picquery was going to talk to him, so he wasn’t surprised she stopped him in the hallway two days later outside his office.

“I heard rumors,” was the first thing she said and it looked like she was holding back an amused smile. “But I like to know things first hand so tell me… why did you decide you wanted to be in charge of the basic training program? You told me you hated the idea.”

“I’ve changed my mind,” he told her the same as he said to Goldstein.

Graves didn’t want to give her the satisfaction of a real answer, but Mercy Lewis was not on his side that day because the lovely magizoologist was walking down the hallway and stopped right next to them.

He beamed at them and Graves was a weak man and Newt’s smile was something irresistible so obviously he grinned back like an idiot.

“Mr Graves, I wanted to thank you, the lessons have been really helpful, but I don’t think I can stay for the three left so I-”

Graves panicked, but thankfully it didn’t show up in his features, he was one of the most powerful aurors after all, he couldn’t let anyone see him panicking.

He took Newt’s hands, cutting the man off.

“No, Mr Scamander, you must stay for the rest of the lessons, it’s important and it’ll help you on your line of work I can assure you,” Graves hoped he didn’t sound desperate because he was. “You must remain in New York.”

Stay with me, he bit the words before they escaped his mouth.

“Well… If you think it’s really necessary…” He trailed off and blushed when Graves caressed his freckled cheek.

“Yes, it is.”

“Okay… I-I will tell Queenie and Tina I’ll stay with them a few more days,” he said.

“You can stay with me,” the auror blurted out and he could swear he heard Seraphina chuckling behind him.

“You’re very kind, Mr Graves, but that won’t be necessary,” Newt smiled, before excusing himself and walked away.

Graves groaned, he had been so close. He was sure he could have convinced him to move in with him. Next time then…

Seraphina cleared her throat.

“So I didn’t believe when they told me you were crushing harder than a twelve year old, but now I can see it's​ completely true,” she laughed.

Graves glared at her, but he knew she was right he was completely gone.

“I don’t blame you, he’s cute,” she commented, grinning when Graves growled at her. “Oh my friend, you got it so bad.”

The auror sighed. He looked at her for a second before coming up with a very nice idea.

“Offer him a job,” he asked. “Please.”

“So you’re serious with him,” she quirked up both her eyebrows.

Graves nodded.

“You’re lucky I was just planning to do it,” Seraphina said. “Because I truly believe we could use a man like Mr Scamander here.”

“Thanks,” he breathed.


Graves was watching Newt talking with auror Goldstein about a… Niffler? At least that’s what he thought he had heard. He wasn’t paying too much attention to the conversation to be quite honest, although he knew he should start to find out more about magical creatures if he wanted to keep Newt’s attention on him.

Graves licked his lips in anticipation, now that Newt had accepted the job it was just a question of time… He was going to be all his.

declan and gansey lets talk about them for a moment some of these headcanons come from @softjace and our talks

  • gansey isnt quite sure how it happens really, just how it starts–and thats by trying to finally mend the bridge between the lynch brothers completely 
  • ronan being ronan doesnt make it very easy, which allows gansey and declan to spend more time together because gansey wants everything to come together–ronan has adam now, but gansey wants the lynch brothers to be brothers instead of ronan and matthew and sometimes maybe declan
  • so gansey and declan get to learn each other and gansey starts to unravel declan–he learns that declan lynch grew up feeling unloved by both his parents–not a dream or a dreamer, no one’s favourite, no brother to chase him around fields. no best friends. ronan had all of it. 
  • declan learns about gansey too. that chasing a king is not just chasing a king. it’s being alive and real, and learning and magic. declan sees how much gansey loves and adores and his heart stirs
  • after the bridge is fixed between the brothers, declan and gansey dont stop spending time together. 
  • they learn more, and though neither will admit theyre going on dates–suddenly theyre doing things together. declan going grocery shopping with gansey. gansey helping declan pick out suits. declan showing up at monmouth without announcing it 
  • the first time they kiss its slow and careful and the two of them dont know what to do with themselves
  • when ronan finds out hes surprsingly okay with it–he has adam now anyway, and why shouldnt gansey/declan be happy? 
  • when they fight, declans fucking solution is to buy gansey a rabbit. they name the rabbit popcorn. 
  • they also get a cat. they name the cat nugget
  • as declan and ronan also get closer, it makes gansey so freaking happy. 
  • they take ridiculous vacations together and send way too many snapchats to ronan just to piss him off
  • obviously, it works