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Signs as deep quotes

Aries: “Whoever is trying to bring you down is already below you.”

Taurus: “Show up in every moment like you’re meant to be there.”

Gemini: “You can’t do epic shit with basic people.”

Cancer: “Cry a river. Build a bridge. Get over it.”

Leo: “If they don’t know you personally, don’t take it personal.”

Virgo: “I like people who smile when it is raining.”

Libra: “I don’t care what you think about me. I don’t think about you at all.”

Scorpio: “I am learning to love the sound of my feet walking away from things not meant for me.”

Sagittarius: “A flower does not think of competing with the flower next to it. It just blooms.”

Capricorn: “Keep your eyes on the stars, and your feet on the ground.” 

Aquarius: “There’s power in looking silly and not caring that you do.”

Pisces: “Having a soft heart in a cruel world is courage, not weakness.”

Yours, Castiel

Anon Request: Could you do a Reader x Cas where Cas makes creative use of one of his feathers?

Word Count: a little over 2k

Warnings: this is some CHEESY SHIT, FAM. also there’s some language. but basically just a fluff overload.

Originally posted by yaelstiel

You slowly walked into the map room and rubbed your eyes, still weary from sleep. You were surprised when you opened them and saw Castiel sitting at the table, furiously writing something with…a feather?

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a letter to everyone who’s ever hurt me;

i am so god damn tired of hearing “you did nothing wrong, you deserve better, you deserve so much love, i don’t deserve you.” it is engraved in my fucking head. i want to rip out my teeth and slam them into your heart so you know how it feels to cough up broken pieces of a person you once loved. because you shoved all of these words down my throat and i was convinced, maybe for once, someone felt it too. it’s like putting money in a machine, fuel me and make me work and I’ll confine to your needs. give me happiness and I’ll give you all my love. with one smile i will give you my ribs, with one touch, one call, i will personally rip my heart out with my bare hands and place it right into yours and I’ll do you a favor and ignore your trembling hands and instead, I’ll shoot you with a, “hey, how ya doing? haven’t talked to you in a while!” text cause i have never been one for subtlety or expressing how i feel. “im sorry. you deserve more, you don’t deserve that, you deserve so much love!” then why does this keep happening to me? if i deserve more, why is all of my love one sided? unrequited? why is my heart layered in stitches and still im the one who always gives. if you are so sorry why in the fuck do you keep letting me crash and burn? why in the fuck did you think it was okay to tell me you loved me and then not speak a word to me for three fucking months? i have always been one to remember everything and i remember the way your lips felt on mine for the very first time and how i was so in shock i couldn’t even kiss back but i swear to fucking god i felt my veins turn into fireworks and my body into a land mine and with one more touch i thought that i just mightve exploded and jesus fuck i don’t even know how you feel and i have destroyed myself pondering over it and they tell you that their touch means forever but all i can think about is you telling me i deserve better but if i deserve so much more why will no one reach out and give it to me? i am choking on water and drowning in my own house because i gave you the key and i trusted you with all i had but when you walked away you left the faucets on and i wondered why i just couldn’t stop crying. i think you slammed the door too hard, i think my water bill is too high, i don’t even bother to wipe my eyes because all i can think about is your smile and how it made me feel like i was finally safe but all i ever am is somewhere for people to go when they need to take refuge, and i am never a permanent home, just a quick little stop, a let’s take a break, unwind and ruin the foundation kind of stop. an “oh its okay it’ll only hurt a bit” kind of stop, an “i love you.” kind of stop but i always love more, so can you stop? i can’t stop bleeding, i can’t stop scratching myself raw, i can’t stop screaming because all i am good for is always loving more and i am so beyond tired of hearing how i deserve better, maybe i don’t want better, maybe i am ready for a fight, maybe i am fragile and gentle and cry all the time over the smallest thing because one bad thing just sends my heart crumbling but i want a love that rips me apart and maybe im already in pieces but i really wouldn’t mind if you turned me black and blue because i swear to god, no matter what, im always going to love more so i might as well just see how much i can take before i collapse on the floor and i am so tired of always being the one with the brave face and im tired of forgiving without even a slight trace of an apology and i don’t even give a shit that you don’t talk to me anymore because maybe i did deserve more and maybe i finally found it but im afraid this fire is unrequited too and i am so tired of burning one second and being ice cold the next and all i need is consistency but i get summer days filled with winter nights and i am sorry for always loving more. I’ll make sure it doesn’t happen but we all know that is a god damn lie because my hearts already prepped and ready for the next gaping chest i see. // i think that’s my problem, im always one to give without them even asking for anything but i cannot stop stitching up soldiers in a war i wasn’t even drafted in.

anonymous asked:

I have this headcannon that Nesta learns Illyrian and her and Cassian end up speaking in it most of the time when they're together, replacing their other language. They even raise their child to have Illyrian as a first language. 😭😭😭

I am all for this! I love the concept of Nesta learning Illyrian and she would probably be good at it! Also could not resist adding more to this:

- Nesta furiously studies as many Illyrian language books as she can and quickly picks up on the writing portion, but fails terribly on speaking the language.

- She always eavesdrops on Illyrian soldiers when they speak their native tongue so she can better try to learn it, but anytime she tries to repeat the words back they sound nowhere near has crisp and clear as the soldiers.

- Eventually she asks Azriel for help, but his own language is limited since he arrived late to the Illyrian camps compared to most children.

- Azriel keeps nudging Nesta to ask Cassian to be her teacher, but Nesta always refuses. More, because she would be embarrassed at Cassian seeing her struggle through something he naturally was able to do.

- One day as Nesta is writing notes in her Illyrian guide book a shadow crosses over her shoulder.

- Cassian asks her something in Illyrian and it makes Nesta’s hand freeze mid-writing.

- He refuses to leave and keeps saying/asking things in Illyrian. Some words Nesta can catch like “beautiful”, “viper” and others, but when she hears the words “tongue” and “breast” in the same sentence she finally whips around in her chair and tells him to “fuck off” in Illyrian.

- Or at least she thought she did until Cassian bursts out laughing.

- “What? Do you need me to repeat it slower this time?”

“No sweetheart I understood what you meant, but what you did say was not what you think.”

“And what exactly did I say?”

“You screamed “fuck me” in the literal sense. And though your offer is tempting I think we should go on a couple of dates first.”

- Mortified Nesta tries to salvage the situation, but in the end this results in her finally accepting lessons from Cassian.

- Months go by and Nesta is starting to feel more confident in her knowledge and decides to test out a theory.

- Cassian is waiting in her room to go over lessons for the day when Nesta begins to kiss parts of his body while naming off the parts she kisses.

- It doesn’t take long before kisses shifts into languid licks and bites.

- Then Nesta leans into Cassian’s ear and whispers the same word that she yelled at him in the library all those months ago. And this time Cassian obliges her.

omfg so they released some new characters for the mlp movie today

ANOTHER TIREK??? THERE’S MORE THAN ONE?????? I GUESS???? are we gonna go full-on lord of the rings up in here because this seems like witch-king shizz up in here

scREAMS THERE’S GONNA BE SEAPONIES FINALLY OMFG AND IT’S KRISTEN CHENOWETH AND SHE’S PERFECT AND A PRINCESS AND I AM IN LOVE AND I AM SO EXCITED I HOPE SHE SINGS

CAT????? PEOPLE??????????? FURRIES??????????????????

but taye diggs is awesome so i accept our new furry overlord

TELL ME THIS DOES NOT LOOK LIKE SOMEONE’S “I’M THE DAUGHTER OF SOMBRA BUT I BROKE OFF MY EVIL HORN SO I COULD BE GUDD :)” EDGELORD OC. but look princess snoots are canon. sea breeze doesn’t have to be mistaken for a man anymore. she’s probably real badass so i am on board with you, edgelord ~*~teMPest raven d’edge ShADow~*~


all and all i am hella hyped. Loving this new art style they’re playing with, too!

AAAAAAAAAA

Favorite timmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmme, my FAVORITE THING TO DO. IT’S TIME FORRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR WWE COMMENTARY WITH SHANNON YAYYYYYYYYY though it should prob just be called Wrestling Commentary with Shannon bc I do people out of the wwe sometimes too. 

Growly baby, grr. 

LISTEN LISTEN OKAY HE LOOKS SO CUTE AND LOVEY HERE WOWEE WOW I am in love wow

Listen to me, this gif. Thsi fucking gif is the sexiest thing I have ever ever ever seen in my entrie life. LIKE THE HAIR PUSH BACK THE LITTLE BREKTHY TURNING INTO A SMIRK LIEK LSGM.G mfl

HE IS BITING. AND HAS MOUTH GUARD. BITING. MOUTH. GUARD. BELT. Too much, overload sorry goodbye. 

Like, this pic is super hot but all I can focus on in knee bear. Who I have named Koda. After Brother Bear. 

HOW HOT, HE LOOKS SO GOOD GOD DAMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMN. 

Like, I don’t think I’ve ever watned someone to flip me off more??? How is he so hot? 

He looks so good in this outfit, like this whole ensemble is 1000/10. Tie me up with the tie, I would be okay with it. 

Sweet lil baby peach. :’) I love this so. 

okay okay okay but hear me out… Imagine him looking up at you like that when you’re scolding him or something, like and you look back and you’re like what? AND THEN BAM YOU GET FUCKED. 

In case you all didn’t know I AM IN LOVE WITH THE MOUTH GUARD OKAY THANKS BYE

He looks so cute here. Like one of those pop punk band bassists or something okay. (also looks like a fuck boy but eh) 


He looks so good in this jean vest thingy??? Like??? WH Y D OESN’T HE WEAR IT MORE BURY MY ASS IN THIS VEST. 

Cute lil baby peach :’) Honestly can you believe. 

Come bite me next daddy. 

Okay but lemme tell you. How fucked this picture has me. WHY IS THIS PICTURE SO GoOD TO ME WHAT THE FUCK OKAY HIS HAIR IS DOING THE OVERWORKEd FLIPPY THING YOU KNOW YOU KNOW AND HE’S PROBS PANTING AND SWEATTY AND  AOJ:SFLCKCMRCGJIO WHAT THE FUCK I AM OFFENDED. 

He looks so relaxed and gym ready here I’m. 

OKAY BUT LOOK AT BABY PETEY PEACH I AM SO HAPPY AND LIKE HE LOOKS SO GOOD???? WAS THERE EVER A TIME HE DIDN’T LOOK GOOD? NOPE, NAH, FOREVER SERVING LOOKS> 

This. This fucking. Image. OF bEAUTY OKAY YOU GOT THE VEST THING THAT I HEART EYES SO HARD AND HIS HAIR LOOKS SO FANTASTIC AND HES GOT THE WRIST BANDS AND THE TIGHT PANTS AND TH E G AUGE AND I AM JUST CAN YOU HEAR ME SCREAMING IN THE DISTANCE? 

Listen. Listen okay. This picture has got me fucked up for more than one reason. FIRST OFF HIS DOG IS SO CUTE I LOVE? SECOND, LIL STUD HAS HIS LIL STUD IN LIKE HOW CUTE DOES HE LOOK WITH A NOSE PIERCING I AM SCREECHING IT IS SO GOOD TO ME, THIRD, HE’S DOING THE BEANIE AND HOOD LOOK WHICH IS ONE OF MY FAV THINGS, I KNOW IT IS KINDA DOUCHEY LOOKING BUT I LOVE THE BEANIE HOOD THING I AM JUST NKCOSLDF: IN AWE. 

“Shannon how many biting pics do you have?” Ya know what, maybe if this BOY DIDN’T BITE EVERYTHING IWOULDN’T HAVE THIS MANY, HOW ABOUT THAT CAROL? 

SEE SEE, LOOK HE BITES EVERYTHING AND EVERYONE, IT’S NOT MY FAULT BABY HAS A BITING KINK (even though, pls I am available to be bitten.) 

Look how cute and sweet he looks here okay, I LOVE HIM RIGHT HERE THIS PICTURE IS SO GOOD TO ME LIKE WHEN I DID A CUTE LIL PIZZA DATE THIS IS WHAT I IMAIHNED OKAY

Yeah, you guys, he was Team Rocket ADN HE FOUGHT PIKACHU I AM IN LOVE WITH THIS BOY

Lil bean took a selfie in a giant bean

GLORIUS PHOTO, HANG THIS EVERYWHERE I WANT IT PLASTERED ON EACH OF MY WALLS. 

Contribution to bae’s @hardcorewwetrash Thirst Party Saturday. 

listen… my friends… I am all for loving underappreciated female characters… but where did this Pansy Parkinson appreciation come from? there are… so gotdamn many underloved girls in HP… Cho, Lavender, Parvati and Padma, Angelina and Alicia and Katie, Fleur, Hannah Abbott and Susan Bones… where the hell are the Demelza Robins moodboards? she’s got a cool name like Demelza and you’re just going to ignore that? I guess I’m just really wondering why Pansy Parkinson, who never really does anything but Be A Dick? 

anonymous asked:

You look really tired

I didn’t plan on banging on my boyfriend’s door at 4 AM, smashed out of my mind, but as it was I had had way too many tequila shots and now the bar was closed and instead of going home I was at Harry’s house.

“Baby, wake up!” I yelled as I banged on the door, “I’m sorry! Let me in! Just wanna see you!”

It took about ten minutes of this, plus a few ignored calls to his cellphone before the door swung open and I was greeted by my very grumpy boyfriend. He was shirtless and his hair was all over the place as he glared at me. I reached up to trace the imprint of his pillow that was currently on his cheek and giggled, “You look really tired.”

He pushed my hand away, “Well, it’s 4 AM and I was sleeping before someone decided to create a ruckus outside my house.”

I giggled again, “Ruckus… What a fun word.” I kept laughing and ended up swaying, causing me to lose my balance.

“Easy!” Harry reached out and steadied me before sighing and pulling me inside. “How much did you drink tonight?”

I hiccuped. “Not sure. Lost track.”

“C’mon.” He guided me to the kitchen, stifling a yawn, “Let’s get you something to eat.”

I frowned as he sat me down at the table, “Aren’t you mad at me?”

“Yes.” He said without looking at me, rifling through the refrigerator. “But it would be very hard to be mad at you if I had to bring you to the hospital for alcohol poisoning.”

We had had a fight earlier in the evening, resulting in me storming off and getting drunk. It was a stupid argument, really. Well, not exactly stupid, I guess, depending on who’s side you were on.

He pours me a glass of water from the Brita pitcher and sets it in front of me. “Drink.”

I smirk, “Got any vodka?” He glares at me. “Kidding, jeez.” I murmur and roll my eyes before taking a sip of water. “What a grump.” He turned back to the fridge, “Harry, I’m really sorry. For what I said earlier.”

“That’s not the point.” He took out some bread and jam before turning to the cupboard and grabbing some peanut butter. My favorite drunk snack. “I don’t care that you said some… not nice things. I care that you made that decision without me after you told me you were doing the exact opposite.”

“It wasn’t your decision to make!”

“I’m not having this argument again.” He spread the peanut butter on the bread. “I’m too tired.”

“If you wanted a girl to follow you around wherever you went then you chose the wrong one.”

He pushed the sandwich over to me, “That’s never what I wanted and you know it. I just thought it’d be nice to spend the summer together and I’m worried about you. You’re working too hard. You need a break.”

I raised my eyebrows before taking a bite of the sandwich, “Me? I’m working too hard? That’s rich coming from you.”

He sighed, “Chew and swallow, love.” I listened, but glared at him the whole time. “Good girl.” He yawned again.

“I’m not a dog.” I muttered before taking another bite.

He shook his head and walked away from the table, “Come to bed when you’re done.”

“No, wait!”

He turned, “What?”

I put down the sandwich, “I don’t… I don’t want to go to bed mad at each other. S’why I came here instead of going home.”

“Sweetheart…” He walked back over to me and curled a piece of hair behind my ear before cupping my chin, “If we couldn’t settle this while you were sober I don’t think we’ll make much progress with you in your current state.”

I grabbed his hand and held it in my lap, playing with his fingers, “You didn’t come find me. You always come find me.”

He sat down in the seat next to me, “Didn’t think you wanted to be found, love. You made it very clear when you left you didn’t want to be around me.”

I smiled shyly at him, “I was lying.”

He gave me a small smile and gently ran the back of his knuckles across my cheek, “I think you’re going to wake up tomorrow and regret telling me all this.”

“I know I promised I’d spend the summer traveling with you, but I just… this is the biggest opportunity I’ve ever had. I’m never going to be offered a job like this again. I can’t turn it down.” I trailed off as I looked at him. He looked so sad, but there was also understanding somewhere in those eyes. “I’m sorry.”

He shrugged, “It’s fine, just wish you had told me sooner.” He lightly patted my thigh, “I am really proud of you, love. I hope you know that. I’m just selfish, want you all to myself.” He gave me a small smile, but I could see he was still upset.

“I get that you wanted to spend the summer with me, but this feels like there’s something else bothering you.”

He watched me for a moment, “You’re going to laugh at me.”

I shook my head, “Won’t, I promise.”

Harry sighed, “I’m just afraid… You’ll fall out of love with me if we don’t see each other over the summer.”

I stared at him, “Do you really have that little faith in our relationship?”

“Well… No… I just…” He started to smile, “I guess, when you put it like that, it does sound a bit silly.”

“Yeah.” I smiled, “Very silly.” I leaned in and kissed him.

“Mmm…” he pulled away, frowning in thought as he smacked his lips together, “Tequila?”

I laughed, Harry had a talent for guessing my drinks just from kissing me. “Correct.” I pressed another quick kiss to his mouth, “In all seriousness I am so ridiculously in love with you and nothing will ever change that. Okay?”

He nodded and pressed his lips to my forehead. “I’m sorry. I love you.”

“Next time tell me what’s really bothering you first so I don’t have to suffer through a hangover to figure it out.”

He laughed, “Good idea.“

The Soccer Girl - (Jeff Atkins x Reader)

-It’s serious (Y/N)! I swear he would not stop screaming when you kicked the ball!
-Hannah Baker! You know you can not fool my poor heart with such things!
-But I’m telling you that he was, if he hesitated, even tense he would stay.
-You are unbelievable. Next time, either you or Jensen need to record this for me because I need to see it.

As soon as you and Hannah opened the school doors, thousands of people started yelling for you. Yes, you were an athlete at Liberty High School: football, women’s division. One of the biggest and best games you’ve ever done happened over the weekend, taking the team to the title of champion.
Some people would stop you in the middle of the hallway or just congratulate you from afar as you walked with Hannah to your locker to pick up the things needed for the first class.
Arriving in your locker and opening it, Hannah leaned against a locker next to her and continued to talk.

-Can you believe?
-What?
-Two steps to becoming popular at Liberty: First be an athlete and second let people make you popular. It’s ridiculous.
-Certainly, worse is if you live up to the rumors.
-Do not tell me that. Being an athlete brings you numerous attentions, but unfortunately none of them are the person I wanted.
- Are we talking about J.A?
-Yes, who else would I speak of?
-When are you going to tell him?
-When he’s really crazy drunk because then he will not remember anything.
- (Y/n/ n)….It’s serious.
-I don’t know, maybe never, I suck at boys and you know it, especially about J.A, I feel bad about thinking about saying this to him someday.
-Well, I think it’s good that you get a good chance to tell him that before it’s too late.
-What if he kicks me out? Like, “Oh, you’re cute, but nothing would ever happen between us, because you’re like a sister to me and you’re not my type.”
-He would never do that (Y/N), I know you know that.
-I know, but I’m afraid of this whole thing about talking to him and something bizarre happening.
-Tell what for who and what bizarre thing happen?
-Jeff!

Not noticing the sudden presence, which had come out of nowhere closing your locker and making your heart almost jump through your mouth, was standing in front of you none other than Jeff Atkins (aka JA), your supreme crush perhaps since you met him, a few feet taller than you, the smile that made your knees want to give up and make you tremble with the possibility that he might have heard that you and Hannah were talking about him.
Without you noticing, Hannah stepped away from the two of you and went to the side of Clay that was a little more distant, also watching the scene. Let’s just say that Hannah and Clay are the people who shipped the two of you the most, and have always tried everything to make you two being alone, with some excuses of course.

-You played well on Saturday, (Y/l/n). It was incredible, really, no wonder they say you’re the best player on that team.
-Never been to a game of mine before, Atkins? What a shame, I always come to yours.
-What? I always come to your games, I am the person who most cheers for you in the crowd.
-Oh, I know. Someone told me that recently, you know.

Putting the last book you needed into the bag, Jeff cast a discreet look at Clay and Hannah, who had told you about the little cheer he had for you in all your games, which made them both simply shrug their shoulders and go back to the plan they had set for you both.
Closing the locker and turning your attention to Jeff again, you noticed that his cheeks were a little shade of pink, almost imperceptible.

-Is everything okay, Jeff?
-Good…I…
-Hm?
-Monet’s … me and you, after school. For your victory in the game on Saturday?
-Sure, I’ll talk to Hannah and…
-No. Without our friends, just you and me.

He said when you were going to turn around to talk to Clay and Hannah, which made him pull you back, holding your hand, drawing small circles with his thumb and a silly grin on his face.

-Jeff?
-Hm?
-Are you calling me out?
-Me? Pfft…with all my…yes, I am. I’d love for you to go on a date with me.
-So it’s a date?
-IT IS. It is a date.
-All right, Atkins.
-Oh really?
-Monet’s. After school. I think it’s good that you wait for me.

You stood on the tip of your toe, giving a long kiss on his cheek, which made him have a huge smile on his face. You pulled away from him, parting your lips from his face and turning to Hannah, for you to go to class.
Hannah had a smirk, extremely happy that you and Jeff would finally have a date, and soon, you spoke before she could make a joke.

-So…?
-Shush It, Baker.

You turned so fast you could not even notice Jeff making a small celebration, maybe big, when you agreed to go on a date with him, maybe he would not stop smiling all day.
And maybe today would be the day you would tell him everything, everything you felt for him.

Swooping Confession (Newt Scamander X Pregnant!Reader)

Requested: Yes

@itsjustsuds: HI! Okay first of all, I am in LOVE WITH YOUR NEWTXREADER FICS. So, secondly, I have a request of my own:) Could you write one with a muggle reader telling newt shes pregnant? (It would be really cool to have snippets from the pregnancy to the birth, Personally I would love to see Newt all fluster during the delivery…BUT I"ll love what ever you write!)

Word Count: 780

A/N: ARG I FEEL LIKE THIS IS SO BAD AND ITS SO SHORT TOO IM SORRY WORLD!I also had no idea what to name it, hence the boring title -_-

*****

You pace back and forth, trying to contain your overflowing, mixed emotions.
How were you going to break the news to Newt? How would he react? You were scared to death yet something, at the back of your mind made you feel warm and giddy inside.

You stayed quiet for the first couple of days, still trying to find the perfect way to deliver the news to your husband. But you couldn’t wait any longer, you had to confess now.

Hesitantly, you lower yourself gently into his case. His working figure scurried around inside, clearing away stray glass vials and lugging dozens of books in his arms.

As you approach him you suddenly come to halt, forgetting your not-so-well thought out plan. His name had already escaped your lips and you stood there, frozen in place as he spun around to face you.

Screw the plan, you say to yourself. I’m winging this.

“Hello love.” he says gently, with a lopsided smile. “Are you okay? You’ve been acting distant lately.”

Dang it, he knew you so well.

Your eyes must have widened because he came over and wraps his arms around your frozen figure.

“You can tell me anything,” he murmurs gently into your hair. “I’ll support you.”

You nod and take a deep breath, ready to tell him everything when the Swooping Evil flies out of nowhere, knocking you out of Newt’s protective arms and on to the ground. It hovered slightly over you, teeth bared.

You laugh nervously, stroking its head, calming it down, desperately hoping that your brains wouldn’t be its next meal. Not like you and the Swooping Evil weren’t on good terms, you two had shared many memorable moments, it’s just the thought of it feeding on human brains that bugged you.

“Oi! How many times have I told you to leave her brains alone?!” Newt cries, frantically opening the shed door and beckoning it outwards. It gave a human like shrug and swooped gracefully out the door, a beautiful blur of colours.

“I’m sorry, love. Although I never knew why he was so fond of your brains and not mine,” he says with a smile, pretending to be hurt. “It must be as perfect as the rest of you.”

“Haha, well it might be because there’s another brain in my body.” you blurt out, laughing rather loudly afterwards. You mentally facepalm yourself, wanting to bang your head against the wall. Smooth, (Y/N) smooth. That was probably, undoubtedly the worst possible way to tell him. Maybe winging it wasn’t a good idea.

Without looking at Newt you quickly spin around on your heel, heading out of the case when Newt gingerly reaches out and grabs your arm, preventing you from running away from your problems. Dang it.

“(Y/N),” he murmurs gently, pulling you closer. “What did you say? Are you saying…what I think you’re saying?”

You look up into his pleading eyes full of hope and you knew that you couldn’t hide it anymore. You had to tell him properly.

“I’m…I’m pregnant.” it escapes from your quivering lips.

What happens next is a complete blur. Newt bodily lifts you up with his strong arms and spins you around, laughing. You hold on to his strong figure tightly, a smile rapidly spreading across your face.

Newt suddenly lets you down, a frantic look on his face.

“I didn’t hurt the baby did I?” he asks, faint worry lines appearing on his forehead.

“No, don’t worry.” you say, reassuring him. His worry lines disappear and his face resumes a beaming smile.

“I’m going to be a real mummy!” Newt cries happily, squeezing your shoulders with excitement.

“Newt, you are already a mummy to all of your creatures. You’re going to be a daddy, a father.”

*****

Newt stares nervously after your figure on the hospital bed and walk over to one of the scurrying doctors.

“Are you sure you’re doing this right?” Newt didn’t know about them, but this was definitely not how Graphorn breeding and birth worked. He tried to give the nurses some tips and encouraging advice but they all just shot him looks of disapproval before attending to you once more.

“Sir, calm down. Everything is completely normal and under control.” the doctor says sternly. “If you attempt to interfere again I will kindly have to ask you to leave.”

Newt wanted to protest but all thoughts left his mind when he heard the sound of a baby crying.

His baby, your child. A beautiful child was suddenly put into his arms.

All he could remember after that moment was that he felt nothing but intense waves of happiness.