after like two years of not bothering

3 years after...

Imagine this:

After the war of Hogwarts, things have changed. Obviously.

Harry, Ron and Hermione (the last two being a happy couple from then) moved into their own house close to the Weasley’s, where the three of them stayed.

A lot of their friends stayed in London and had normal jobs after three years.

Harry became a really good and important Auror, Hermione became a simple nurse and Ron was still deciding what path he would like to walk on.

All in all, life has changed for them, but it wasn’t as bad as it seemed in the beginning.

However, there was something that did bother Harry.

Malfoy.

He hasn’t seen him since then and he really wanted to know how his secret crush back in the days was doing.

But apparently, Draco and his mother disappeared from the screen, meaning that they were nowhere to be found.

And it hurt Harry. A lot.

Things with Ginny didn’t go too well and they broke it off soon after their first big fight that involved a lot of shouted insults.

Ron was cool with it, in fact he was glad that his best friend didn’t snog with his sister anymore.

The thing that no one knew was that Harry missed Draco.

He missed him so much.

After what happened in that fire, Harry had so many questions, so many things to say-but there was no time for confessions.

So on one day, he decided to do something about it.

It was around November when Harry finally got the guts to speak up.

All his Auror colleagues and bosses where in a meeting, more like a little party thing going on, and camera men and reporter were all over the place to ask them everything they possibly could.

When it was Harry’s turn, he answered a lot of questions, regular ones about his job and his private life, you know, normal stuff that he had to answer every day.

But there was one question that got him.

“So, Harry Potter, is there anyone special in your life?”

With a shaky breath he turned to the camera.

“Hello, ferret.” (he had to give him a nickname since the Ministry was still looking for him and his mother)

“I know you know that I am talking to you right now, and it’s really hard for me to say, but…I miss you. Where are you? I really wanna see you again and talk about everything that happened. Just the two of us, like friends. Please let me know if you’re safe. Thank you.”


And that night, when Harry got home, there was an owl on his window and when he opened the attached letter, he froze.

“Potter,

don’t you ever call me ferret again or I’ll cut you into tiny pieces and feed them to the Dementors.

But yeah, I am fine. Thanks for asking.

Talk? I would like to hear what the great Harry Potter has to say to his biggest enemy.

You know that little coffee shop down the street? Let’s meet there tomorrow, at 10AM in the morning.

And talk.

Don’t be late.

-Malfoy"

Is That a Thong?

paring: Peter Parker x reader

plot: Peter finds a thong in readers stuff. 

A/n: I suck at plots, anyway I didn’t do much writing so iIhope I can make up for the loss. 

warning: Wade, that should be enough. 

word count: 722


It was Y/n’s day off from training. Y/n would usually spend her day off lazing out, but Wade was forcing her to out with him. He said something about having a girls day out. It was more of girl and merch with a mouth day. 

“Wade, are you done yet?” she whined. Y/n was sitting between two pile of clothing both for men and women. She didn't even bother asking why Wade had to try on every piece of clothing in the store. All he wanted to do was get something special for Vanessa, it was there 3 year anniversary after all. 

“So how is Peter?” Wade rolled the ‘r’. Y/n thought about her boyfriend and wondered what he was doing, ‘he’s most probably having fun with the gang’ she thought. It’s not that Y/n didn’t like spending time with Wade, in fact she loves it, but right now it was just down right annoying.

Wade picked out something for Vanessa a long time ago and paid for it too, he even got something for him and his stuffed toy unicorn. 

“hey writer, she has a name you know it’s Uni. Now get back to writing,“ 

“Wade, who are you talking too?” Y/n asked her best friend. “I am talking to the writer who is writing- ahh never mind” Wade came out of the dresser with a pink strapless sundress, y/n looked at him wide eyed, she didn’t even know why she was shocked this was just typical Wade. 

“does this make my ankles look fat?” 


 Y/n came home with a bag filled with clothes, she went to her room not bothering turning on the light, she jumped on her bed revealed that she can finally take a nap. 

Her head fell on her fluffy pillow, just when she was about to close her eyes, she felt someone’s hand wrap around her waist. Y/n screamed and rolled off her bed hitting herself on her way down. 

“FRIDAY lights now,” Y/n said and got up as fast she can without hurting herself in some way. 

“Peter?” she asked looking at her sleepy boyfriend “what are you doing here?” Peter rubbed the sleep from his eyes “ I got bored so I came here waiting for you to come home, but I guess I fell asleep,”.  You smiled and got back into bed. 

“didn’t you go shopping with Wade today? How was it? what did you buy?” Peter nudged your shoulder and you let a low growl which made peter laugh. “Was is that bad?” he kissed your temple. “ No it was great actually pretty amazing, but it was so long” Peter laughed. 

“what did you get, I wanna see,”  he said. Y/n chuckled “it’s in the bag over there the y/h/c girl pointed at the bag that was on the dressing table. Y/n went to the bathroom and Peter went to look at the things she bought. It wasn’t a lot.

Peter looked throw your things when he found a small bag in it there was some type of black material. He took out the lacy fabric out, but he didn’t expect what he was about to see. It was a lacy black thong. 

Peter blushed thinking about you wearing something like that. 

“so peter what do you think about- is that a thong?” Y/n scanned the thong in Peter’s hands. 

“that’s not mine,” both said at the same time. 

You looked at one another and blushed “if it isn’t yours then who’s is it?’’ Peter questioned. “ I think I took someone else one by mistake,”. 

Just then someone bursts out of the window “ that’s mine” Wade said he had his infamous red suit on, he took the thong from Peter’s hands. You looked at him quizzically “since when you wear a thong?’’ Peter asked. Wade wore the thong on top of his red suit. 

“Since always Spidey, but you wouldn’t know, now would you” Wade flirted with Peter and supposedly winked at him, but you couldn’t see because of his mask. 

“but in all seriousness does this thong make my butt look big?” Wade asked as he did a weird pose.  

Can I Have This Dance? | Jughead Jones

Originally posted by sssssssim


Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Description: The school dance is coming up but you’ve given up hope in getting a date.

Warnings: none!

Word Count: 2014. It’s long, I’m sorry.

A/N: This is based off a prompt and… I don’t know how I feel about it? It’s cute, though so I’m posting it. Also, the image of Jug climbing up to someone’s window is cute so I’m sorry. I HAD TO.


“Ugh, I hate these things,” you groaned, ripping down one of the posters for the school dance that was coming up next week. Truth be told, you didn’t actually hate them - you just hated not having anyone to go with. You had your friends but at the same time you’d want just for once to go with a date. Someone that genuinely liked and cared about you you. Was that so hard to ask for? For a few years you had hope that someone might ask you but over the last couple of dances you’d just given up. It hadn’t happened so it probably wasn’t going to.

“Another night at Pops for us then?” Your friend Jughead asked, pulling open his locker and glancing at you as you screwed the piece of paper up and tossed it to the floor without a care in the world. “Whoa, littering now? What a rebel.”

You shot him a glare, opening up your own locker to pull out a few books. “Shut it, Jones. Pop’s sounds good, though. Burgers on you, milkshakes on me?”

“Unless you want to be the kind best friend that I know you are and pay for everything?” He casually threw his arm around your shoulder as you walked down the hallway to your class.

“You wish, pal.”

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anonymous asked:

Do you have any Faberry or Bechloe fic recs? You write amazing fanfiction, so I imagine you probably also have good taste in them :D

aw thank you so much! as luck would have it… I do have fic recs for both of those ships! And, well, of course I think of myself as having good taste in fics ;)

I have made a few faberry fic recs in the past, and unfortunately, I haven’t found many more fics with them since then? Granted, I haven’t been as much in a faberry-heavy mood for a few months, so… yeah the fic rec lists are the same. You can find them  here and here.

As for bechloe… okay, well the majority of my favorite Bechloe fics are shorter stories/oneshots (which i believe is the majority of stories i’ve really seen) but granted, I haven’t gone through this entire fandom and scoured for fics like i have for faberry. 

Okay, so without farther adieu:

Bechloe Fic Recs

By Redlance

Experimentation - So, about that one little regret… (aka canon divergent from the second movie and Chloe’s tent confession also known as the slowest burn to ever burn)

this is like the classic quintessential bechloe fic, let’s be real. i’m sure you’ve already read it, but… the hands down best bechloe fic i’ve ever seen.

Exception - Chloe is Beca’s exception to most of the rules she’s set herself in life. Which isn’t anywhere near as difficult for Beca to accept as it should be.

Sure Would Be Prettier - There’s an entire world out there for Beca to see, and she does. It’s filled with beauty and music and wonder, and it’s all pretty breath-taking. But there’s always something missing.

By wherehopelies -

You Still Make Sense to Me (Your Mess Is Mine) - “Chloe fills up all of the spaces inside her that she didn’t even know existed until Chloe was there.“orrrrr the one where it takes a fake-engagement and being domestic as hell for these two idiots to realize they’re in love. Set two years after PP2 and mostly canon compliant. Title taken from Vance Joy’s "Mess is Mine”

By Care -

The Sexual Implications of Teleportation - The first time is a complete freak accident.

eliminate the distance between us - Senior year isn’t really going the way Beca thought it would.A Pitch Perfect 2 AU.

You Know Her Breath Will Catch And How Her Fingers Curl - If someone had asked Beca at the end of her freshman year whose idea it would be to do a Bellas reunion tour, she would have sworn up and down that it would be Aubrey’s.

By gilligankane -

reality is a sliding door - There is a theory: every person has a moment in their life where they make a choice to go left or right. From those possibilities, two parallel lines form, running alongside each other; two concurrent realities. Parallel lines never cross; they run forever next to each other without ever meeting.In one world, Beca Mitchell joins the Barden Bellas.In another world, she wasn’t supposed to.In every world, Beca Mitchell underestimates Chloe Beale.

when gravity’s pulling (you’re still holding my heart) - Beca isn’t sure how she got here.Well, she knows how she got here, in this house, with these girls. She knows all about the real estate process too. But she isn’t sure how she got here: Laying on her bed with her laptop in her lap and her legs bent at the knee, feet flat so Chloe can paint her toenails while she goes over the Bellas history with Legacy and answer every question about the Beca-and-Chloe (fake) dating thing.It’s this part of her life she isn’t so sure about.

Song Beneath the Song - Chloe has always followed the music, because music has given her the best, most important things in her life.  It’s never led her astray. Sometimes, though, she wishes it’d give her a little bit of warning about the roller coaster she’s in for.

By sexonastick -

The Party’s Crashing Us - Beca has never been big into high school activities, but sometimes desperate people do desperate things. Like show up for marching band and get stalked by the creepy redheaded cheerleader who won’t leave you alone.

Bulletproof Use of Bullet Points - Nobody values friendship more than Aubrey Posen. (Even her best friend, Chloe, can really only be said to consider friendship equally as important as Aubrey does.) The point is: it matters.But Beca Mitchell might just be the most annoying person at Barden University. (Important note: she most definitely is.) Tolerating smug shitheads for the sake of someone else is surely the True Meaning of friendship.

By eliseboobman -

One touch and I was a believer (every kiss it gets a little sweeter) - “I wonder how many there are.” Chloe says, pointing up with her finger. She starts to count, moving her finger every time she does, and Beca smiles as she watches her. It’s impossible to count every star in the sky, but obviously Chloe tries. It’s such a Chloe thing to do.

You’re ripped at every edge but you’re a masterpiece - Beca is in love with Chloe. Chloe is in love with Stacie. Stacie is in love with Aubrey. Everything is messed up. (The unrequited love AU that nobody asked for.)

By obstinate_questionings -

This World Is Gonna Burn (Baby You Should Stick Around) - Beca really should have let Chloe know how much she hated ghost stories.[Halloween fic.]

By shitqueen -

Silhouettes -  It’s quite worrisome, how happy-go-lucky, doesn’t know the meaning of boundaries, across-neighbour Chloe Beale doesn’t bother her.  She doesn’t dwell on it though, she just continues on with life and focuses on what’s in front of her. Like, giving Jesse his Chinese food and pushing his legs off her sofa.(or: beca thinks everything is perfect, then chloe moves in across from her. being domestic as hell and secretly in love with each other for two years  come after.)

oh the habits of my heart - Listen, Beca’s not gay.She’s, like, only mildly attracted to German blondes. And, like, half-ish attracted to weirdo redheads with no knowledge on boundaries and how to respect them. So, yeah. Beca’s not gay.

By novel_concept26 -

Storytellers and Legends - Dr. Mitchell has the habit of kicking off his classes with personal stories: stories about a girl so outrageous, she couldn’t possibly be real. At least, that’s what Chloe always told herself. 

(Accidentally) Taking Aim - For Kay’s prompt: “At Barden, the acapella groups are naturally drawn to understanding the world through music. It’s the language they speak, from toners to aca-children, but most of all in the harmonies they make with their mouths. So is it really any wonder that Chloe is falling so hard when Beca is wooing her with her music, even if it’s completely by accident?”

Secrecy - Chloe and Aubrey are best friends; always have been, always will be. Which is what makes this whole thing so weird. Because, see, best friends don’t keep secrets from each other. Most of the time.

Some Kind of Home - Home is where the heart is; Chloe is just better at following hers than most people. Not that Beca gets that at all.

By reliquiaen -

I Am Not Worthy (Not Worthy of This) - Prompt: “I found your tumblr but you don’t know and urg now you’re posting about your crush on this cute person oh wait is that me.”  Got waaaay out of hand.

Jesse’s Girl - “It’s an inner monologue of curses and other assorted expletives coupled with self-derogatory slurs that’s been skipping scratchily through her head for the past ten minutes.” - AU

By lismicro -

this love ain’t enough to leave you - On a one-way trip to Los Angeles, aspiring DJ Beca Mitchell doesn’t expect her world to change. Enter Chloe Beale, photographer and journalist, who doesn’t know how to make hers stand still.

By mooosicaldreamz -

mix the bourgeoisie and the rebel (we got the gift of melody) - Beca is an up and coming producer, Chloe Beale is pop’s newest princess. This is the story of how they fall in love.

By echo_wolf -

Something You Want, Something You Need - Beca Mitchell’s not really sure how, but a copper-haired Cocker Spaniel (who walked into her bathroom while she was singing in the shower) managed to change her life and give her Chloe Beale.  Or the story of how DJ-just-moved-in-down-the-hall Beca and  travelling-private-music-instructor Chloe succeed to be disgustingly domestic with a dog and 5000 miles distance.

By galpalkru -

Don’t You (Forget About Me) - If you drunkenly sleep with your best friend, you’re both just supposed to pretend that you don’t remember, right? Even if you know that she knows that you know that she knows. Yeah.Or the one where Beca and Chloe sleep together and refuse to be the first to admit that they both remember everything.

By lamachine -

embrace the weirdness -  She was working for a sex line. Chloe was a phone sex operator.  Okay. That one, Beca needed time to process.

By theamberissubtle -

Aca-awkward - Chloe gets caught sexting in class by a lecturer who also happens to be the unsuspecting father of her girlfriend.

By chloebeale -

All Apologies - Beca can’t believe it when her gorgeous redheaded neighbor shows up on her doorstep. When she starts crying, admitting that she’s run over what she thinks is Beca’s cat, she doesn’t have the heart to tell her that the feline belongs to the old man next door. And when Chloe locks her keys in her car, she can’t help but invite her in. But even Beca doesn’t expect what happens next.

OH MY GOD I COULD KEEP GOING WHY DO I READ SO MUCH FANFIC
I’ll stop there for now… I hope you enjoy!

Just a Pretty Face

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: Steamy kissing? So much fluff you’ve been warned

Word Count: 12, 175

A/N: This is my very first fic! I know it’s really long; I may or may not have gotten carried away. It’s mostly a series of memories leading to the point I guess? I read this over before posting it and cringed for my life but here goes nothing! I am a science student, not a writer so please forgive its crappiness. I hope you enjoy it!


Originally posted by fuckyeahtonystark

I learned early on in life that being a female I’d have to face many more challenges than any male whether it was in a school setting, career or even buying a god-damned car. My mother told me that even something so mundane like buying car would be another challenge to face with sexist stereotypes. When a man walks into a dealership he is asked what kind of car he is looking for; the specs and all. When a woman walks into a dealership she is asked what color she’s looking for.

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SS/NH Perspectives

Consider the following: You develop a crush on a boy who is so cute, and handsome, and… wants to avenge the death of his entire family at the hands of his older brother. Okay, you think, you can handle this. Just as long as you stay by his side and support him in his endeavors, nothing bad can happen, right?

WRONG.

He gains a curse from a monstrous individual, displays murderous tendencies, as well as psychotic episodes, and goes as far as declaring siege to your entire village. He calls you “annoying,” knocks you unconscious to make his hasty escape after you open your heart and soul to him, and tries to kill you on a few occasions, leaving you for dead in others. No matter how many times you tell him you love him, he manages to rebuff you in rather cruel ways, not letting you realize that despite him probably meaning the exact opposite, there’s just something in him that doesn’t let him love the way you want him to.

He disappears for three years, and when he comes back, he is groomed into a cold, unfeeling killing machine. All he ever does is make you doubt yourself and cry, adding to your already terrible mental and emotional state from all the neglect at the hands of his indifference to your affections and pleas for him to stay, as a member of Konoha.

But, your luck’s about to change. After an arc of war, and him and your mutual best friend losing an arm, he finally gets the guts to apologize to you for everything he’s done. So what do you do?

Do you remember the three years you two were apart, with neither word nor any sort of indication of his health and safety? Do you remember his blasé and insincere reactions to your attention? The attempts on your life by him?

The attempts on the lives of your closest friends by him? The fact that he betrayed the village you both came from just to satisfy his appetite for vengeance, which, by the way, didn’t change anything except for whether or not his older brother breathed air for one more day?

Haha, no.

You just start crying for the umpteenth time and forgive him because you simply can’t stay mad at your precious childhood crush.

Forget the fact that you can blow boulders to smithereens and send anyone who crosses your path hundreds of feet in the air with one punch. Forget the fact that you’re well on your way to surpassing the Fifth Hokage in medical knowledge, chakra control, and the like, and are considered one of the most beautiful, intelligent, and accomplished kunoichi in all of the Six Great Nations. Forget the fact that you deserve the world for everything you’ve so selflessly done for so many people and can absolutely do so much better.

You just have to be with the basket-case who doesn’t know the concept of a decent haircut. What seals the deal is him poking you on the forehead the way his older brother used to do to him.

A brotherly gesture of affection is what wins your heart for good.

So you get married, become a housewife, and give birth to a child left wondering what her father is like for all twelve years of her life, until she decides she’s had enough and seeks him out for herself, since he’s made it his priority to constantly leave on missions far from home and hardly spend much time supporting his wife and daughter.

But wait! At the moment of their encounter, said husband doesn’t even recognize his own daughter due to being away for so long and tries to kill her!

Whoops! [cue sitcom laughter in the background]


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court-side love.

sebastain stan x reader.

warnings: none, i don’t think. 

request:  I watched an NBA game one night and they showed the kiss cam and there was a mom with a little girl and it was adorable! So, I thought how cute would it be if Sebastian took your 2 year old girl and you (his wife) to an NBA game and the kiss cam would be on them so he would give her many kisses on her face and she would giggle. Can you write one like that? - @starwxars

AN: this is fluff which i’m not great at or confident doing but i hope i did it justice. it’s also really short and the ending sux soooo it’s k.

excitement radiated through the stan household the morning you woke up, not only was your husband finally home but you were officially 20 weeks pregnant with your second child and able to find out the sex of the baby. you and sebastian had been on a back and forth about finding out the sex ever since you’d found out you were pregnant - you being for finding it out and sebastian being against, but after a few weeks of pushing and persuading, he’d finally given in.

stretching your body, you let out a small groan and a sigh before relaxing again, the little life in your stomach given it’s own small kick against your ribs. just as you were about to sit up and start your day, two strong arms wrapped themselves around your midsection, pulling you closer to a bare chest. sebastian sighed into your hair and pulled you impossibly closer before grumbling, “and where do you think you’re going?”

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Bittersweet

» Part one

Everything is grey
His hair, his smoke, his dreams


Author: amsimaria
Word count: 10K
Feature: Jimin x Reader (mentions of other Bts members)
Genre: Angst/slight Fluff (Rated M)
Warnings: Violence, Mentions of sexual acts, Punk Jimin, Depression, Swearing, Addiction, Soft drugs use, (Eventual smut, not in this part).

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Soulmate!Wonwoo
  • your wrist always had this cute tattoo on it from the moment you were born
  • it was a very innocent and childish sentence so your parents imagined you might meet your soulmate when you were a small kid
  • so of course they explained from early on that if someone said “Excuse me, that’s my friend!” you had to tell them immediately
  • one day you were playing in the park while your parents were eating something on a bench not far from you
  • you met two little boys who seemed to know each other and you got along with one of them surprisingly well
  • but one of them was a little shy and barely talked, probably because he didn’t know you that well
  • you had made a new friend and you were so happy, took his hand and said “let’s go down the slide together!”
  • then the shy kid stood up and took his friend’s hand back 
  • “Excuse me, that’s my friend!”
  • your eyes shot right open “You’re my super best friend now!”
  • you could just say that last sentence before his mom called him to go home immediately, no excuses
  • you ran to your parents telling them what happened
  • after that you visited the park often 
  • but you never saw your soulmate there again
  • you were heartbroken as a little kid who just found their soulmate but also lost him after a few minutes of knowing him
  • your parents did remember the exact words you said to him so if you’d ever encounter him again she’d be sure by looking at his wrist
  • *fast forward a lot of years*
  • you still went to the park often hoping you’d see your soulmate again
  • it was sad honestly because like what’s the chance that after so many years he’d come here again?
  • this week though something changed
  • there’s been a guy who comes to read here for an hour or something for a few days in a row
  • it seemed like he didn’t want to be bothered so you left him alone
  • you two had a little in common you noticed because one day you were reading the same book 
  • when you noticed you smiled and waited for him to notice you because this was the funniest coincidence in a while
  • after a few chapters he looked up and when he saw you, you laughed and motioned to your book
  • at first he was smiling as well until he noticed something 
  • he came over to you (which tbh you didnt expect because he looked so shy and stuff)
  • “I can’t believe it wow. Look, my tattoo!” and then 
  • OHHH
  • you saw the exact words you’ve been hoping to see for a long time 
    “You’re my super best friend now!”
  • but instead of being happy you hit him on the shoulder, almost shoving him of the bench
  • “WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN ASSHOLE?”
  • “What? You’re supposed to be happy?! After maybe years of having lost you?”
  • you then explained how you’ve been to this park for about every week
  • your soulmate started smiling “I’ve been doing the same, but I guess we always went on another day…”
  • but on vacations you were there the whole week so you were confused how you could’ve missed him
  • apparently his stupid ass always went on vacation or had other plans
  • after talking for a few hours he realised he never told you his name
  • “Oh by the way let me introduce myself, I’m Wonwoo.”
  • “Hi Wonwoo, I’m your soulmate Y/n”

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My hero (Eric x Reader)

Originally posted by effindivergenteric

When you had first entered Dauntless, everyone doubted you, thinking you were too fragile for the faction. In your old faction, Erudite, everyone thought you had a bright future helping Jeanine, as you were one of the top students. But you had other plans. Every night, for the last two years, you had prepared yourself for the physical training of Dauntless, perfectioning your punches and your kicks until you were satisfied.

After proving yourself in the fight with Peter, you were the number one of the rank, surprising the Stone cold leader, Eric.

You had awakened in him a spark he hadn’t had in a long time, a feeling that he didn’t like because it bothered him to no end. Every time he would look at you and your eyes met, he would turn his head and pretend nothing had happened, while you just blushed and continued punching the bag.

Peter, on the other side, was rather jealous at you, being the competitive man he was, and if looks could kill, you would be a puddle of ashes on the floor.

He had to take you down, but he was defeated in the fight. No, he knew exactly what to do. And so, he waited for the night to fall down to get his vengeance.

***

You were awekened from your slumber by a hand over your mouth and three figures lífting your from your bed

What the… You thought, as you tried to free yourself from your captors, but to no avail.

As you saw where you were approaching, everything started to make sense. You started to punch, kick, bite, scratch the hardest you could, and you took out the mask of one of the captors.

-Peter? What the heck man?- You shouted.

Then, he punched you square in the face, breaking your nose and to the brink of unconsciousness.

So, this is it? It cannot end like this, it’s just not right…

As you were about to be thrown down the Chasm, a pair of strong arms pushed Peter away from you, and punched the other two people away too.

-Well,well, well, what do we have here?- Asked Eric with a devilish smirk - You better explain yourselves and have a good excuse, or else you are out.

Peter and the others, Molly and Drew, tried to take him down together, but Eric wasn’t a man to be defeated easily. He finished in no time with them.

-Pack your bags and go, I don’t want to see cowards in this faction!

Then he noticed you trying to stay conscious on the floor, and picked you bridal style, and brought you to the infirmary.

-Take care of her, please- Eric asked the nurse in charge.

-The brave and cold Eric worried? You must have feelings for this girl- Said the nurse, smirking.

- She’s the best transfer from this year, we cannot waste such talent- He answered, no emotion in his eyes.

After that, he put you in a bed while the nurse went to find some suplies.

As he started to turn back to leave, you caught his arm.

-Eric?- You asked weakly.

-Sleep, you need some rest

-Thank you for saving me- You smiled

Eric smiled back and kissed your head. 

After what happened that night he was sure of one thing.

That girl will make me crazy…

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Katniss and Peeta indulge in an afternoon interlude - alternately sensual and playful but always tender - before their college freshman daughter comes home for the weekend. Modern AU oneshot, submitted to Love in Panem for their 2017 Valentine's Day Challenge: "Love Is..."
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[We] feasted on love, every mode of it—solemn and merry, romantic and realistic, sometimes as dramatic as a thunderstorm, sometimes as comfortable and unemphatic as putting on your soft slippers. - C.S. Lewis

“I got you a present, by the way,” I reveal, kissing the tip of his nose.

“Sexy lingerie for our afternoon interlude?” he teases, and I produce the stocking cap from my other pocket and tug it down to cover his curls.

“Well, if you want to wear it in bed…” I begin, and he hugs me so hard that I squeak.

“I love you too,” he sighs. “It’s perfect, Katniss. I’ll wear it in bed, at work, in the shower –”

“Just outdoors will do nicely,” I demur, but my hands can’t seem to leave his broad, sweaty back alone. I love every inch of this strong, stocky man and can’t wait another minute to have him all to myself.

“Pick you up out front?” I wonder, and he shakes his head against my shoulder. “I’ll follow you out – just need to grab my coat.”

Home is about a five-minute drive from the bakery, and we manage it quite complacently, even stopping for gas on the way, just in case the promised snowstorm hits overnight.

Love is like that sometimes, especially after twenty years of marriage. You can want each other so badly you think you’re going to combust and then have a polite conversation with a salesperson or run an errand or two like it’s no bother whatsoever.

anonymous asked:

I have two ideas in my head: 1. it showing harry around ur hometown and where u grew up and he's just in total awe of u and where u come from despite the fact that growing up wasn't easy. 2. u bring him home to meet ur family but ur fam keeps making fun of u (telling him about ur one direction phase or something) but hes fine with it but ur embarrassed (I brought a boy home to my fam and all they did was make fun of me... I wasn't fun). You don't have to do either of these, just some ideas!

Oh my God I have feelings galore. I hope you like this!

Originally posted by ohbabyyeah

“I’m going to warn you now, my family is a little…weird,” you tell him as you both sat on the plane.

 You and Harry had reached that point in your relationship when it was time to meet the parents. Harry of course was immediate into you meeting his family and that was a great experience. You were so in awe where he came from, such small humble beginnings. You make the comment it reminded you of your small town minus the mountains. But now it was your turn, and you never been more nervous.

You grew up in Cherokee, North Carolina. Your mom married your now stepdad there when you were around five or six. It was a struggle, being the minority of an Native American town, but your stepdad told you once that in the eyes of God and the Great Spirit you were just as Cherokee as they were. And you took that with you to this day.

“Yeh think they’ll like me?” Harry asked, clearly just as nervous as you were if not more so.

“Oh my mom is going to love you, my dad and the rest? I am on the fence about,” you admitted. Your stepdad always grilled your exes, he wanted his little girl to have someone who was strong and able to provide. No doubt he would give Harry the same treatment. 

First you had to fly, then drive the rest of the way there. You tried to focus on the roads but you couldn’t help but see Harry every now and then. His face was glued to the driver side window, when you could see he had this look about him as if he was seeing something he never saw before, maybe he didn’t.

“Yeh had to drive through these narrow roads er’ry day?” He asked in amazement and you couldn’t help but laugh.

“Sometimes, when it snowed was when it got a bit scary but if you can survive The Dragon Trail you can survive anything.”

“Whah’s The Dragon Trail?” He asked with a raised brow, you soon showed him, the turns and whip around’s through the mountains. You were certain he almost got motion sick, but you soon made it.

It was mainly a tourist town, but the off seasons were hard. It was pretty much dead except for the locals. Every sign had both English and the traditional Cherokee language. It was near spring time, so things were blooming and coming back to life, memories of childhood all came back to you. But Harry, Harry sat there with his mouth slightly open with awed eyes.

“Are you okay?” You asked him as you drove through what was deemed Downtown.

“Yeh showed me pictures buh…seeing it in person is…” he stopped talking, just looking around where ever he could look. “Baby, yeh lived in such a beautiful place!” You tried so hard not to laugh.

You finally make it to the log house you used to call home. Stepping out of the car you saw your mom come out of the door and pulled you into a hug.

“I’m so happy my baby’s home,” she spoke squeezing you before looking over to see Harry. Ever the English gentleman he holds out his hand to her.

“Hello, I’m Harry,” he always introduced himself by his name. She took his hand but she had a smirk to her.

“Oh I know who you are,” she giggled and you could feel the blood leave your face. Please don’t, please don’t.

“They made it?” You heard the booming voice of your stepdad, a towering 6 foot Cherokee man with his salt and pepper hair pulled to a ponytail.

“Daddy!” You run to him, wrapping your arms around him in a big hug as he lifts you in the air.

“There’s my little amayeduhi,” he gives you a bear hug before setting you down. “Is that him?” He whispers, nodding his head to Harry.

“Please be nice Daddy?” You beg him but he holds his hands up.

“I’m always nice!” He insisted then walked shaking hands with Harry. “Charles.”

“Harry, it’s an honor to meet yeh Sir,” Harry replied, you could see he was sweating bullets.

“Well come on in and set your things, everybody’s coming over for dinner,” your mom announced. You sort of groan internally, if she meant everyone. It was everyone in the L/N family. Your step brother who was also visiting with his wife, your younger half brother who was a senior in high school. Not to mention your uncles, aunts and the seven male cousins you had. This may easily turn into a nightmare.

You and Harry settle in your old room, one where your mom turned into a guest room so all your old things were not there…thank God. If Harry knew…

“Yeh in your head again,” Harry commented with his arms wrapped around your waist.

“What did I tell you about that?” You look over your shoulder at him but he just smiled gently kissing your lips.

“You wanna see something cool?” You asked, seeing the spark in his beautiful green eyes. “Come on,” taking his hand you walk outside in the back yard, walking along the little dirt path until you reach where you wanted to show him.

A little creek flowed with the smallest waterfall thanks to some rocks, you sat near it, showing Harry to do the same.

“I used to come here all the time after school, my mom would have to yell at me to get back in the house,” you laugh a bit. “I called this my fairy land. I’d play on the creek or sing to the top of my lungs with my iPod as I just sort of pace up and down here.”

You never liked showing that side of you, the side that was soft and gentle. Years of your own struggles and heartaches wanted to make you seem more tough. But Harry saw right through that when you two first met, he allowed you to have that little piece of yourself back. It used to bother you at first, but deep down you were grateful he came into your life at just the right moment.

“It’s beaut’ful,” he commented as he smiled at you. “My little Mountain Princess.”

You groaned, acting as if that made you sick but he just smirks more kissing your cheek.

“Thank you for showing me this, jus’ makes me love yeh more really,” again you groan with a small eye roll but you lay your head on his shoulder and just enjoyed the sound of the water. You told him once he needed to stop being and saying things because your heart could not take growing so much, which was true in some way. Eventually you both came back, seeing the cars indicating the family had arrived.

Just as you came in and saw everyone you felt your smile grow. Your whole family, the people you knew and loved, all together laughing and carrying on…it was similar to Harry’s home in a lot of ways. That was when it hit you, you two were more alike then you thought, “two halves of the same person”, your friends would call you two. You then noticed Harry looking a bit…you actually couldn’t describe his face but you knew something was up.

“What is it babe?” You ask.

“Yeh know, I was actually afraid my hair would be too long,” he commented. That was when you got it, all the guys in your family had long hair, if not longer then Harry’s. Including your Grandpa who gave you a big hug and smooch on the cheek.

“Pepaw!” You giggle but he shakes Harry’s hand as well as they introduce themselves.

“It’s gonna be a while till supper, the guys are going to start some a game of Stickball,” you hear your mom tell you.

“Whah’s thah?” Harry asks and your eyes lit up taking his hand.

“Oh it’s fun to watch come on,” you both sit on the porch as you see the guys start the game. Harry, after seeing how it worked, chimed right in when asked if he wanted to play. You sat there in awe, seeing him run to catch the ball in the basket, he was taking this like a duck to water!

“Wow, he’s the first,” your Aunt June commented as some of the women watched with you. “None of the boys you brought ever played…let alone with such enthusiasm!”

“Yeah…he’s different alright,” you commented to yourself as you see Harry look at you with a smile. You even gave him a little wave feeling your heart burst just from the sight.

When it was finally dinner Harry kept wanting to hug on you as you squeal trying to get away.

“You smell like recess!” You exclaim making him laugh.

“Your li’il sayings I swear,” he peppers your cheek in kisses while you try to push away. Your mom cooked your favorite meal, Beef stew and rice with bread rolls and mac & cheese. It was not the healthiest food, a far cry from the West Coast kale smoothies but you enjoyed the shit out of Toad in the Hole so it was Harry’s turn to try some Southern cooking.

“I hope it’s okay, I think I did the rice wrong,” your mom spoke but you assured her it was okay. “How is it Harry?”

“It’s really gud,” he nodded with his mouth full of food. “Thank you so much for this.”

“Oh it’s my pleasure! I know Y/N doesn’t eat all that much so I want her to eat and you too!” Gotta love your mom.

“Harry cooks sometimes,” you insist and he nods in agreement.

“I try ah least,” he agrees. Eating with Harry in your old environment felt amazing, seeing him just laugh and carry on with your family members…like he had been part of it all along. You just burst with admiration and happiness…that was until:

“Do you want to see pictures of Y/N when she was little?” Your mom asks, that was when the warm fuzzy feeling crashed down.

“I love to!” Harry chirps up and you suddenly felt you want to die. Your mom warned you she would do it…but she never actually did it until now! Dinner was already done, you were trying to be quick about doing the dishes as you watch your mom and Harry sit on the couch as she flips through the picture book.

“That’s her when she was seven, we used to have a stomping dance block in town where a band would play. She’d dance and dance!” Your mom explained, Harry was glued to the picture book. You finally did the dishes and rushed to his side.

“Mom can you help with something?” You ask but Harry was waving his hand at you.

“Noh now I wanna see these,” you never wanted to punch him in the arm then in that moment.

“Oh! And here she is in Santaland, it’s a Christmas themed attraction. She would cry and beg us to go there, even in the summer so she could ride the Rudolph ride.”

You groaned, as she showed all the old pictures of you. This went on for a couple of minutes, finally it was time for everyone to go on to bed. You were already in bed and comfortable as Harry came got comfortable himself getting in bed.

“And you thought they were not going to like you,” you smirked at him.

“Yeah, yeah,” he rolls his eyes at you but snuggles close to you giving your cheek a kiss. Suddenly he snickers, you raised a brow.

“What?” You ask.

“I just…I just remembah that picture of you with that dipah on your head,” he began to bust out laughing, you of course turn with your back to him and curled away. “Oh come on love!”

“No! No Big Spoon for you,” you mutter.

“Nooo baby please?” I’ll stop, I promise!” He swore, even tried to make you look at him as he pouted at you. You gave him a look, then looked back away.

“Not working,” you tell him but he persists.

Please love?” He pouts more, trying his hardest to make you look at him. “I’ll let braid my hair.”

You only huff in reply and he acts as if he gave up. Turning over onto his side.

“You never close your eyes, anymore when I kiss your lips…”

“Harry.”

“And there’s no tenderness, like before in your fingertips.”

“Harry I swear to God.”

“You’re trying hard not show it…Baby!”

“Harry!”

“But Baby! Baby I know it!”

You whip over, covering his mouth with your hand.

“We are not trying to wake everyone in the damn house.” You spoke with a clear tone, suddenly you feel him licking your hand making you squeal before he makes his attack wrapping both his arms and legs on you in a death grip.

“Harry!” You yell but you laugh as he tries to attack your face in soft kisses. “Okay, okay you win.”

“I always do,” he smirks giving you a kiss on your lips. “Now come on Lily the Mermaid and spoon me.”

“I was 8 years old I had a a vivid imagination,” you do your best to explain. Harry of course didn’t hear you or decided not to hear you as he pulls you against his back to hold him. Making sure he held your had as it wrapped on his waist, giving it a gentle kiss. You just smile and tell him goodnight before going to sleep.

The weekend in general was a success, but as you were on the plane back to LA you couldn’t help but be curious as to why your stepdad decided to induct Harry into the tribe name. He never did it with any of your boyfriends before.

You had a feeling you and Harry needed to have a little chit chat.

anonymous asked:

Soooo in your headcanon, how many kids do you think Zuko and Katara have? How many boys and girls? Names? And who's a fire bender and water bender and maybe a non bender?

So, I’ve done these two posts (Post 1, Post 2) about the steam babies, but now I have a slightly altered headcanon forming, so I’m gonna do it again:

Their first little bundle of joy came two years into their marriage, when Zuko was 23 and Katara was 21. It wasn’t something they exactly planned for, they just never bothered with protection and they promptly fell asleep after the act, so the usual round of contraceptive measures went forgotten. When Katara woke up the next morning, with Zuko still on top of her, dead to the world, she shoved him off and rushed to the kitchen. The stewardess who always prepared that perfect blend of tea had a cup ready for her, but said it was likely too late. 

Sure enough, Katara’s next cycle never came and eight months later, a little bundle of joy enters the world. They name her Kya. 

  • She looks very much like Zuko: golden eyes, raven hair, sharp, angular features as she ages—  though her skin is slightly darker like her mother’s and she also has Katara’s signature waves. 
  • She has her mother’s softness and smile about her.
  • Personality wise, Kya behaves quite a bit like Zuko. She’s wry, a little hot headed, and of course, easily flustered. Like her mother, she has a very strong affinity for helping those in need. 
  • She spends her summers (when school is out of session) helping Katara at the local hospitals and she volunteers with Zuko at animal shelters.
  • She is a firebender, with every bit of her father’s talent and dry wit, and she also takes up hand-to-hand combat. 
  • She never really had a taste for swordsmanship, but she does have a knack with fans, thanks to her Aunt Suki. 
  • Additionally, Kya learned medicinal healing from her mother and learned to read people’s energies with her firebending.
  • On top of all that, Kya excels in history and social justice courses, which shapes her into quite the inspiring heir and future Fire Lord. Her intelligence and passion are what eventually catch the eye of a young earthbender, who she is introduced to by Grandpa Iroh (always the meddler) during a visit to the Jasmine Dragon. 
  • Just a year later, the two marry in the Earth Kingdom when Kya is twenty five (’Very, very young,’ Zuko said, until she sassed him about getting married when he was twenty)
  • Finally, when Kya is thirty five, Zuko abdicates the throne and she becomes the greatest Fire Lord in the history of Fire Lords and has two lavababies (that’s what I’m calling the fire and earth babies) that Zuko and Katara love as much as they love her. 

Just two years after Kya, comes a boy. This time they were actually trying, and Zuko was desperately hoping for another girl, but was super thrilled when he had a son because ‘maybe this one will like swords and stuff.’ They name him Ezra.

  • He’s a sweet-natured little kid, with a whole lot of Katara, Sokka, and Hakoda in his features. Dark skin, blue eyes, wildly wavy hair. They literally refer to him as Sokka’s Mini Me because he looks just like him.
  • Ezra is a nonbender, though neither parent is disappointed by this. Instead they each take time to teach him some of their skills outside of bending. 
  • Zuko trains him with dual swords, broad swords, and even small knives until the kid is basically a deadly weapon himself. Katara teaches him about healing, like she did with Kya, but she also shows him some hand-to-hand combat that is adapted from waterbending.
  • Like I said before, his personality is very sweet and quiet. He’s a bit softspoken, though not afraid to speak his mind when he feels someone has been wronged. 
  • And he’s an actual genius - very, very skilled with mathematics and science… which Sokka just dies over. 
  • Ezra spends much of his teenage years with Sokka in Republic City, and eventually designs the entire rail system for the city. He also establishes greener energy initiatives in the Fire Nation and other parts of the world.
  • It’s actually in Republic City that Ezra grows very close to one of Aang’s daughters, and he proposes to her by blurting out that he’s going to marry her (much like his father did with his mother). 
  • When Kya is crowned as the official heir (probably when Ezra is around 20 and Kya is 22), he marries his fiancee. They take up a semi-nomadic life style, with their home base being Republic City. Though, they spend their winters in the Fire Nation. 
  • Also, he has three children - two firebenders and an airbender.

Finally… after Kya and Ezra and much swearing that they are done with babies (but obviously not done having lots of sex)… Katara learns she’s pregnant again. Only, this time, she’s growing a lot faster and a lot larger than her previous pregnancies, and Zuko, with a look of horror, asks the doctor if it could be twins. The doctor does an exam, and sure enough, Katara’s carrying two little steambabies and Zuko promptly faints. 

He does not, however, faint when the two princes come along: First up, is Lee. 

  • He is born exactly three minutes before his brother and six years five months after Ezra, leaving his thirty-two year old father in disbelief that he has to do the whole newborn thing again after all this time. 
  • What makes it all worth it thought, is Lee looks exactly like Katara, and Zuko loves this because he thinks his wife is much prettier than himself. 
  • Lee is a waterbender. Katara is over the moon (lol) about that. She rubs it in Zuko’s face (playfully) that her element finally won out and she literally hogs Lee during the afternoons and evenings to train him. 
  • Of course, Zuko steals him away when he has breaks between meetings and helps him master dual swords.
  • For his personality… Sweet Agni, Lee is a firecracker. He is their biggest troublemaker, but because he’s one of the babies, he gets away with it all. This makes his siblings very annoyed even though they are frequently getting into trouble with him. 
  • And true to his troublemaker personality, Lee finds Zuko’s Blue Spirit mask (when he’s a teenager) and takes up that disguise to run around Caldera City busting criminals. 
  • When Zuko finds out, they agree to keep it a secret, though Zuko makes a decree that any and all Blue Spirit activity has his stamp of approval.
  • And finally, Lee comes out to his parents as gay in his late teens. Katara smiles knowingly and Zuko immediately declares gay marriage as legal across the Fire Nation. 
  • Lee ends up falling for a young man in the Fire Nation army in his late twenties. And with his parents’ blessing, the two marry and adopt two girls from an Earth Kingdom orphanage and Fire Nation orphanage, respectively. They live together on Ember Island and Lee never gives up his nights as the Blue Spirit.

And lastly, the final twin, named for his departed Uncle, Lu Ten.

  • He looks just like Lee; they are identical twins, after all. The only stark difference is Lu Ten’s gold eyes and his fire bending. 
  • He struggles with the element quite a bit, and because of this, Lu Ten lacks the confidence of his other siblings. 
  • At first, Zuko is a fearful that by training him, he’ll come across as harsh or disapproving like his own father, but Katara gives him the soft encouragements that he needs. 
  • When he turns thirteen, Zuko repeats the journey to the Sun Warriors, taking Lu Ten with him and introducing him to the Dragon Masters. While Lu Ten already knew the truth behind firebending, meeting the dragons provides him with the inspiration he needs to keep at his training and try a few different approaches. 
  • Lu Ten begins working with Katara, learning waterbending forms to use with his firebending, and he finds this style to be much more for him. He ends up being very adept with a rare form of firebending, one that only comes from mixed lineage (*cough* Roku *cough*)— lavabending! 
  • He finds it quite fun to put a literal spin on the “Don’t touch the ground, it’s lava” game that he plays with Lee and Ezra. 
  • As Lu Ten grows up, he realizes his calling isn’t to follow in his siblings’ footsteps of getting married and having children, but to join the United Forces and help keep peace around the world. Plus, he’s a total lady’s man, and thinks it would be unfair to women everywhere if he were to put himself on lockdown. 
  • In the United Forces, Lu Ten rises quickly throw the ranks, until he reaches the position of General. He only steps down when his nephew, Iroh II, is offered the position. 
Newt Scamander x Mute!Reader


thosefantasticbeast2
said:Hi! I loved your original imagine ! Could you please write a Newt Imagine where the reader is really insecure and Queenie reads her mind and found out and tells Newt who comforts her!? Fluff please !! thanks love ! (Tag me if you can?)

Thank you! I’m really glad you liked it <3 And I hope you like this one too, thanks for sending in a request! I hope it’s fluffy enough (I love fluff) :3

It’d been nearly a year since you and Newt had traveled to New York, wreaking unintentional havoc within the city.  Now back, you found yourself catching up with the newfound friends you’d had so little time to get to know the last time. There had even been a big surprise; Jacob had somehow recovered his memories. Although Newt was under the impression that the bite on Jacob’s neck from the murtlap could have dampened the obliviative properties of the Swooping Evil venom, it was a true mystery.

All sitting around the fireplace in the Goldstein’s apartment, you felt yourself spacing off, feeling a sudden sense of frustration hit as you watched Tina and Newt chat animatedly. You longed to be a part of it.  

You’d been born like this; unable to speak. You communicated via paper and, rarely, sign language. It’d never bothered you, as you’d gotten used to writing people your answers. However, there were a few rare gems who’d gone out of the way to learn sign language. Having met during the sorting ceremony after being sorted into Hufflepuff, Newt had been one of the few students who’d attempted to talk to you and nonstop at that. The two of you seemed to get along great; the odd ones out.  By the end of year one, the magizoologist had learned how to interpret her odd hand movements. At the end of their second year, a lifelong friendship had formed.  Albeit, you had become slightly distant when Leta became involved, but 8 years after Hogwarts, the two of you met again. Having followed in your mother’s footsteps as a herbologist, you’d been told of an opportunity to travel alongside a magizoologist as he traveled the world.

Unfortunately, you felt slightly distanced from the magizoologist for the past couple weeks. The Nundu, perhaps the most dangerous creature in Newt’s case had managed to best the both of them. Newt had came out of the fight with a fatally huge claw mark across his back. It had really been your fault, when it boiled down to it.

You’d been on your way to feed the mooncalves when the Nundu decided to “playfully paw” at the Diricawl. Unfortunately, it jumped to the ground, chasing the disappearing diricawls like a large kitten. You were the unfortunate soul who had wound up in the middle of the creature’s play time, however you were trapped safely behind the Nundu’s rock.. While Newt had, fortunately, been nearby, the it had been an utter disaster. Attempting to get you out of the sticky situation, Newt had got himself brutally injured in the process. Out cold for hours, you remember nursing the deep wounds that graced his already scarred back.

While Newt had constantly reassured you that it hadn’t been your fault, none of it had sunk in properly. Now, you sat there, watching him conversing cheerfully and you couldn’t help but feel sadness and a tinge of jealousy kick in. It had just been the two of you for years and you couldn’t help but note how chipper he was. What would his life had been without you? Surely it’d have been less of a burden. Thinking back on it now, you could hardly understand the man’s desire to keep her around. A mute, who could never speak, who probably slowed him down; why her?

Standing up, you walked out of the room.

“Y/N?” Queenie’s voice called out softly as you reached the bathroom door.

Closing your eyes, you mentally cursed; the blonde had read everything.

‘Get out of my head,’ You thought to yourself frantically.

“Honey,  you shouldn’t beat yourself up like that,” Queenie said, walking over to her slowly and placing a hand on her shoulder.

‘It’s none of your business.

“Maybe, but I don’t think Newt would want to see you beating yourself up like this. What happened wasn’t your fault.”

You rolled your eyes impatiently, passing the witch and quickly attempting to make a swift exit. Passing the living room where Newt, Tina and Jacob sat, you opened the door to the guest room.

“Y/N, everything okay?” Newt called, before you closed the door on all of them. Your eyes flickered towards Newt’s suitcase, clicking open the locks, opening it and promptly stepping down the rather dangerous looking ladder.

Frantically exiting the shed, your E/C eyes scanned your surroundings with haste until you felt something tug at the watch on your wrist.

‘Merlin’s Beard!’ You raged as you watched none other than the niffler making off with your precious watch for the millionth time. Stomping over to the creature’s den, it disappeared.

“Y/N?” Newt’s voice echoed.

Letting out a loud sigh, you stuck your hand into the den and in attempts to find and grab the stubborn creature.

“Did he steal your watch again?” Newt’s voice was full of amusement.

Allowing you a couple minutes to see if you’d manage to get the niffler on your own, Newt eventually went to the other side of the den.

“Ha, there you are, little bugger - go on. Ah, you’re not getting away this time.”

You leaned towards the other side to see Newt playing a game of tug-a-war with the watch.

The furry little creature resembling something halfway between a platypus and a mole stared up at you utterly offended as you made your way slowly next to Newt.  It’s eyes swerving briefly over to Newt with a look of pure defiance and a challenging gaze as it kept it’s death hold on the watch. It most definitely wasn’t planning on giving  the watch back, but within a split second the creature was eyeballing something else in your hand; a galleon. The niffler’s little hands were already slowly extending towards it.

Newt, taking advantage of this moment of the greed filled weakness,  snatched the watch hastily away from the niffler. You tossed the galleon towards the niffler and let out a sigh of relief before your eyes met the wizard’s.

“Now, what’s going on?” He asked softly.

‘Queenie told you everything,’ You signed, looking exhausted.

“She told me some things,” Newt said, concern flickering in his eyes, “But I want to hear your side. What’s bothering you? You’ve been distant since - well, you know.”

You stared back at him with wide eyes your hands moving vigorously, “You almost died.

“Please don’t tell me you think that was your fault,” Newt said quickly, taking a step towards you as worry continued to grow on his face.

You waved those words off, “No, I don’t…but there have been so many times that I’ve felt helpless. I can’t scream to warn you if something is wrong. I’m a burden! I’ve messed up several of your discoveries, I can’t speak, ” You paused as Newt attempted to speak and waved your hands, frustration clouding your mind, “I don’t understand why you don’t try and get someone who’s able to communicate properly to travel with -”

This time Newt successfully intervened, “Y/N, I want  you to listen to me very carefully. What happened with the Nundu could have happened with me alone in here and without you I very well might have been killed. You’re not helpless and you never have been. You are one of the bravest, strongest and best people I know. You follow your dreams and never once have you’ve let your lack of voice get the best of you. You may not be able to speak, but you have a strong voice and that voice is of the person I’ve grown to love,” He paused, wiping tear streaming down your right cheek before leaning and kissing your tenderly.

Slightly breathless when the kiss broke, you fully intended embracing the magizoologist in a seemingly well-timed hug however…

“Merlin’s Beard,” Newt said, staring down at his hand, “The niffler took the watch again.”

You let out a laugh in the form of a short breath of air, leaning in to peck the wizard playfully on the lips before once again attempting to win back your watch.

If you liked this one, I also have one other Newt Scamander x Reader linked below!

A Journey To Remember

Just for you

Originally posted by mysekaisbaek

Part 1

Request: “Can I request a two part angst with Baekhyun where you were best friends and he loved you but he was two late to confess because you were dating Sehun. Then 3 years later you guys met each other and… will you finish it because that’s all I have. 😘”-anon

Genre: Angst. Prepare yourself because there ain’t gonna be no fluff.

Characters: Byun Baekhyun x Reader

Summary: He has been waiting so much time for this. Knowing each other for so long, he knew you were the right girl for him. But when he gets the courage to confess his feelings to you, he is faced with the fact that you’re already taken.



Today was the big day for him. The day he would have to finally man up. The day he would take actions for what he has felt for a long time. The day were he will put his fear of rejection aside and take up enough courage to tell you everything he wanted to all this time.

He convinced himself, it was the day. Because previous days he would think of doing it but end up dismissing the idea and not doing anything. But this time was different, this time he was going to do it.

He had everything sorted out, well almost everything. He did invite you for dinner at a nice restaurant but was he didn’t know exactly was what he was going to say to you. Or more specifically, how he was going to express his feelings to you.

The anticipation was eating him alive. Of course you were his best friend, known you for years now. But that didn’t stop himself from getting anxious for your reaction. What would you think of him? Would you feel the same? And If you didn’t what would happen with the friendship you both had?

If there was something putting pressure on him more than the rest for his worries of the night, it was that. He didn’t want the bond between you two to end at all, but he wanted to be honest with you. You were his best friend after all and he told you everything that was bothering him or things like that. Everything but his feelings, and that was going to change.

He was already at the table he reserved for the both of you in the restaurant. He had a nice buttoned up shirt and dark jeans. He wanted to seem like he put some thought to his outfit but not too much that would make him seem like he was trying too hard. And it was really a rarely the times he got to dress in anything other than his usual clothes so he figured he’d give them a shot. After a few moments of looking back and forth waiting for you, there you came. You walked in with a casual medium length dress, hair behind your shoulders and a loving smile making everything he noticed about you even better.

You spotted him and walked to the table. Baekhyun stood up and walked to your seat and pulled out the chair for you. You were flattered by his actions and grinned to him “Such a gentleman Baekhyunie~ Please take a seat, don’t worry about me” he grinned back at you and sat down in his seat.

He sat a cross from you, starting to feel his heart flutter. You both talked to each other a lot and it was a normal thing to eat together but this time was different. This time he had been holding back his feeling and he was planning on letting them go for once. This time was the time for Baekhyun to finally let you know.

“So, how has my bestfriend been in these few weeks?” you asked Baekhyun, “You know, we should go eat together a lot more and even more now if you’re the one paying.” He laughed and replied “What are you talking about I pay for you all the time!” you laughed along and said “I know, I’m just teasing you.”

“I’ve been fine as ever, not much has happened since we last talked” he admitted. You looked at him suspiciously “Not much? From Chanyeol’s point of view, you seemed to be stressing a whole bunch about something he refused to tell me himself” you said to him.

In that moment, he cursed at Chanyeol in his head. His beloved close friend was well aware of his struggling with feelings towards you and even encouraged him to talk to you. What Baekhyun didn’t know is that Chanyeol was spilling the truth (well, not the complete truth, thankfully) to the one person it was about. He made a mental reminder to choke Chanyeol as soon as he sees him again for almost snitching on him.

He gasped “You’ve been talking with Chanyeol about me behind my back?” he added “I did not expect this from you, tsk tsk. If you want to know how I am, just ask me, not that idiot.” You then said “Well he did tell me something you haven’t told me. Come on Baekhyun, I’m your bestfriend, shouldn’t you feel comfortable enough to tell me if something is bothering you? I know I’m not always full of advice to give you but I’m always here to listen to anything you want to rant or just talk about” you finished, putting your hand on the top of his arm that was resting on the table and caressing it while looking at him with a sweet smile in your face.

He reciprocated a small smile to you as he put his other hand on top of the hand you were caressing him with. “It’s now that, I know I can trust you Y/n, but it’s just not that easy” he admitted while avoiding eye contact. He knew that if he looked up to your doll like eyes again while you touched him so softly, he’d crack and tell you everything in that moment and he didn’t want that. He wanted to wait a bit more, enjoy this moment with you just for a little longer just in case things went badly after he confesses to you.

You were about to ask him what exactly wasn’t so easy to talk about as he just claimed but your thoughts were interrupted by the waiter greeting the both of you and asking for your orders. You sighed quietly and smiled politely to the waiter to then look at your menu quickly and choosing the most appealing meal you could find. You knew something was up with Baekhyun and obviously you wanted to know what was bothering him so much. It did worry you a bit but you decided to let him talk to you about it when he was ready to. You didn’t want to rush him and possibly make him feel a bit more stressed because of it.

After the waiter left, he got oddly quiet. You guessed it was because of what you had previously were talking to him about and felt a little bad. You looked down at your lap, messing with the skirt of your dress, thinking of how to enlighten the conversation of at least change the subject he was clearly not comfortable enough to talk about in the moment. And then something popped into your head.

“You know,” you started telling him “you’re not the only one with secrets” that made him look up to you slightly confused. “There’s something you haven’t told me?” he said tilting his head unconsciously like a puppy. You giggled at his gesture and nodded “Yep, I was planning to tell you later on the week but I guess I can tell you now” you said and he nodded waiting for you to continue.

You inhaled and exhaled, feeling a bit nervous for what your best friend thought about what you were about to tell him but you pushed your anxiety aside because you knew he would support you through everything, like he always had.

“Well I have two things to tell you actually” you started saying “The first one is that I was offered a really good job outside the country. They’re going to pay me a really good amount per hour and also pay for my transportation. I know what you’re gonna say; it’s far away. But I’ve thought about it for sometime and I think it’s a good idea” you ended. He didn’t have any specific expression on his face, it was very serious and blank, but you knew him well enough to know he didn’t feel the happiest about it.

He continued to look at you and sighed, taking this information in. You, his bestfriend and girl he was madly in love with was going to move far away from him for sometime, who knows how many years. It pained him the thought of not being able to see you often as he would, not being able to share more times together or not having a chance at a relationship with you. Distance was going to be a pain in the ass, he knew skype calls and text messages wouldn’t cover or makeup for anything they can do in the moment together. But he also knew how hardworking you were and if you were even considering it, it must be because you wanted it.

“What did your parents say about this?” he asked “I know they wont be pleased with not having you around them”. You replied “I haven’t told anyone besides you, Baekhyun” and added “I was going to tell everyone this weekend but, I guess I just couldn’t wait to tell you”. That made Baekhyun’s heart skip a beat. You didn’t say it with the intention of making him feel some type of way but the your voice was so soft and lovely in his ears, he couldn’t help but to feel special.

He quickly snapped out of his little daze when the waiter came to their table serving them their orders. They both thanked the waiter as he walked away and began eating. Baekhyun paused himself, wanting to continue the conversation and said to you “Well, you better not think you’re getting rid of me that easily Y/n. You’ll have to do more than just move far away to do that” you laughed at his comment and said “Oh I’m sure it wont be easy but don’t worry because you aren’t getting rid of me either. I’ll come back for the holidays and gossip with Chanyeol to keep tracks on you” and he laughed loudly at that.

“But there’s also something else I have to tell you” you said catching his attention. He lifted his look from his food and stared at you waiting for you to continue. “You know Sehun from our hometown?” you asked and he responded “Oh Sehun, the one who was in our elementary school?” you nodded. He said “Yeah I remember him, barely but I do. What about him?” you then paused for a minute trying to collect the words to say and ease this to him. He was always understanding and supportive when it came to the decisions you took but even then, you didn’t fail to feel nervous as the words were about to come out of your mouth.

“He contacted me not so long ago and we started hanging out” you said “He’s actually really funny and cool. He dances amazingly too, like a professional dancer-” and without noticing you proceeded to rabble on about him to Baekhyun. Baekhyun began to feel jealous as you talked a bout another guy so deeply to him. He balled his fists under the table so you couldn’t see them as  thoughts about where this was going clouded his mind. Something told him to stop listening, to just get up and go. But he didn’t. He couldn’t.

He cut you off, unable to let himself hurt even more and asked “Your point is?”. You stopped your rambling and cleared your throat to talk. “I’m in a relationship now, with Sehun” you said looking at his face to see his reaction when you announced to him the news. But you began to feel strange as there was no expression, he was just blank.

In Baekhyun’ s mind, he was in chaos. He knew this would happen sooner or later if you didn’t feel the same for him but he didn’t know it would hurt this bad. It was like a blow to the heart. He didn’t even get to tell you how he felt, damn it, he thought. If he would have talked to you sooner. If you wouldn’t have met Sehun again. If you actually would have fallen for him, he wouldn’t be hurting so badly. He thought about all of this but he knew deep inside, there was no point to think about the it’s and what if’s.

The reality of the situation was presented to him with a spoon full of sugar but it tasted to bitter to him. He couldn’t swallow and digest it. The thought of you being in love with another man made his stomach turn. The thought of you being touched, kissed, caressed, loved by someone else made him sick. He wanted to spit out this awful truth but he couldn’t. He loved you and loving someone means taking care of and wanting only the best for them. And if loving you meant he’d just have to let you go and let you be happy with another man, he was willing to do just that. Just for you.

You stayed seated anxiously as the minutes flew by and you waited for his response. He stayed dangerously stiff also, not flinching at all when you moved in your seat. You wanted to know what he was thinking, what was running through his mind that had him so lost in thought. You wanted to say something and pull him out of his thoughts but you didn’t for some reason, you just sat there waiting for him to speak again. And he did.

Baekhyun sighed as he directed his eyes back to your face. The face he looked at with so much love was now full of worry. He took his hand from under the table to take yours. His thumb caresses your hand as he savored this little moment in his head. He pasted a smile on his face for you as he finally responded “I’m really happy for you Y/n, I hope he makes you really happy” in a caring tone. You smiled at him as the weight was lifted of your shoulders. Seeing him so supportive made you happy and glad you told him before anyone else. You squeezed his hand in yours and said “Thank you so much Baekhyun, you have no idea how much this means to me” making him squeeze your hand back and reply “Just as long as he’s a good guy and treats you right, I’ll approve it. If you’re happy, I’m happy”.

You felt your smile grow even larger if it was possible and looked at him. You both pulled your hands away and went to continue eating. As you were about to lift up the fork, you felt your phone vibrate in your purse. You took your bag and looked at your phone. It was a message from Sehun saying  he’d come to pick you up and he was waiting outside. You looked out and quickly spotted his car.

“I’m sorry Baek but I have to get going” you said to him as you began to lift up and stand from your seat “Sehun came to pick me up”. His gaze never left his plate as he nodded and said “Oh okay, I’ll see you around then”. You said your goodbyes and before walking out you hugged him from behind and said “Thanks for everything, I really appreciate it” and he replied “Anything for you, Y/n” and with that you un wrapped your arms from him and walked away.

You got outside and walked directly to Sehun who was leaning against his car in the parking lot. “Who was that?” he was asked and you couldn’t help but laugh at his straight-forwardness. You kissed his cheek and walked to the passenger side telling him “Baekhyun his my bestfriend, don’t stress about it”. You both sat in the car and you continued saying “In fact, I want you two to met soon” and he nodded his head. “Well if he is your bestfriend then he must be a good guy” he said and you mumbled “He sure is” as the car drove off and you were on your way home.

Baekhyun stood up later after you left and called the waiter to pay the bill. At this point his appetite was gone and he just wanted to leave, wanting nothing more that swim in the bed sheets of his room and sleep, hoping to dream with a reality far better than this one.

He stepped out of the restaurant and walked to his cars with his keys in hand. He opened the door and sat down in the driver seat. Closing the door he took a deep breath, still taking in what just had happened. Turning on the car radio in hopes to distract himself, he rested his head on the staring wheel and listened to the songs being played. After a while, he lifted his head and started the car. He could already feel the wetness in his cheek from the tears that had ran down his face. He couldn’t help them. He was alone and vulnerable so he let himself go while he was driving home. His vision was cloudy and it was almost not possible to see the road correctly but he couldn’t help it. He just loved you that much.


A/N: So sad! And the best/worst thing is that there wasn’t someone who was being the antagonist, both characters were doing what they thought was best. There will be a second part where they meet again though, so yeah. Any questions or thoughts leave them in my inbox! Take care, sweeties *waves goodbye*

Dinner Guests

Group: GOT7

Member: Jaebum

Word Count: 3024

Genre: Smut/Slight angst

You and Jaebum are childhood friends, reunited after 9 years of being apart. When true feelings are confessed, one thing leads to another, and dinner takes an unexpected turn.

(A/N: Y/BF/N = Your best friend’s name)

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Josh fic where reader and him were friends in high school but josh forgot about her when he started touring but they run into each other again and he recognizes her and she's pissed?? Thank you :))

A/N: Thank you so much for your request! I had fun writing this one, but I’m sorry that it took me so long to get it finished. I hope it turned out like how you wanted it! :) xx

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Forgotten

Words: 933 

Warnings: Cursing

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You couldn’t help to glare at the posters which were scattered all around the street you were currently driving on. If you wouldn’t have needed the coffee from the little cafe near the venue, you wouldn’t have to be reminded of him again. But since the coffee there was probably the best all around town and you desperately needed it to finish the assignment you were given, you had no other choice.

The posters didn’t even show his face because he wore that stupid ski mask, but you still knew that it was him and his stupid band that was playing a stupid concert in your stupid town. Twenty One Pilots. Or whatever they’re called.
This band was the reason you lost your longtime childhood friend, so you had every right to hate them.


As soon as you stepped a foot into the little cafe you were surprised to see that it was almost completely empty like it always was. You thought that a few fans would be there since the cafe was only a few minutes to walk from the venue away. But otherwise, down the street was a Starbuck’s so they probably went there. You didn’t mind, though, you were actually glad. You didn’t need any more confronts with the band and their fans.

You ordered your typical type of coffee, silently praying that you would be soon on your way home. It was dumb, you thought, how you were still so hurt and mad. But why shouldn’t you? You had every right to feel the way you do. It was all his fault and he probably didn’t even know.


As fast as possible you took your finished order and turned your way to the door. Bad mistake.

The only person in the whole wide world you didn’t want to see stood in front of you. Joshua Dun. How fair is this even? Couldn’t the chances for this to happen be so slim that it couldn’t happen? 

He changed a lot. That’s the first thing you noticed. Instead of his normally dark, curly brown hair, he had it dyed a bright yellow. However, he still had his gauges and nose ring. You noticed a big tattoo all around his right arm, and how he got fitter since the last time you saw him. But still, he wasn’t the Josh you used to know. Well, you thought to know.

But maybe, just maybe, he won’t recognize you. After all, the last time you two saw each other was mere years ago. You changed a lot since then, maybe so much that he won’t recognize you. If he didn’t already forget about you.


You would just walk head held up high trough that door and not bother to look back. Acting like you didn’t know him and that you didn’t care about him. And that’s exactly what you did.

Everything was going alright, he was busy chatting with his friends and you were just about to pass him. You could do this, you thought, you’ll forget about this and move on just like he did.

But of course, it would have been too easy.


„(Y/N)?“

You stopped walking, but after some seconds you just shook your head and continued your way out of the cafe. Like hell would you stop and talk to him.

„(Y/N)! Wait!“ Josh hurried after you, grabbing your arm which forced you to stop walking eventually. „What?!“ You spat.
He was taken back by your sudden outburst, his brown eyes wide open. Apparently, he didn’t expect this kind of reaction from you.

„What do you want, Josh? Catching up with me? Last time I checked you were too busy with your fucking band! Go screw yourself and leave me the fuck alone, I don’t need you or your attention. Just start to ignore me like you did before!“ You tried to walk away, proving your point, but Josh held tightly on your arm.

„Listen (Y/N), I’m sorry for what happened, okay? It wasn’t right from me to stop the contact, I didn’t mean to! Everything happened so fast and looking back to it now, I fucked up big time. I didn’t mean to hurt you!“

You scoffed, he wasn’t serious, was he? „ You didn’t mean to hurt me? I was always there for you! I supported you through your time at House of Heroes, held your back and was always there when you felt down! And as soon as you joined Tyler and the band started to get more recognition, you just forgot about me? How the hell wouldn’t that hurt me? You were like my best friend and you decided that you didn’t need me anymore! I waited and waited for you, I thought you were just too busy to catch up with me but you just forgot me! So please do me the favor and leave me the fuck alone, Dun. I just want to forget you, like you forgot me.“

Josh was taken completely back, so much that his grip on your arm loosened up, letting you go. Without looking back, you made your way towards the door and to your car. 

As fast as possible you drove onto the street which led to your apartment. Somehow it felt nice to get all the things from your chest but you couldn’t help to feel slightly bad for hurting Josh. You knew that your words were harsh. But it was the truth and he deserved to know how he made you feel like shit. He deserved to feel this type of pain, just like you felt.