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Don’t We Belong?

Christoffer Schistad’s foot nervously taps away against the wooden flooring outside Noora Sætre’s room. He runs his hands through his hair, not believing that he’s actually going to do this. Why does he care? He pats his navy blue, bomber jacket and black t-shirt, before checking the pockets of his jeans for his phone. It’s to help divert himself from the stress of the situation at hand. 

Before he has any time to retreat or think over what he’s going to say, Noora opens this door. Noora, clearly not expecting Chris to ever show up at her home, is stunned, her eyes wide and a crisp look of confusion coating her face. She opens her mouth, cocking her head in front, trying to seem calm. 

Just do it, Chris encourages himself as he twiddles with his fingers. “I need to talk to you!” he blurts out, thinking that it’s best to rip off the bandaid. 

Noora sighs, her shoulders relaxing. “If this is about William, I am –” 

“It’s about Eva,” Chris interrupts, standing there. 

Without him having to explain himself, Noora already knows what he’s come to talk about Eva for. She offers him a soft, sympathetic smile, before stepping back and motioning for him to come into her room. 

Chris takes a deep breath, nodding his head, then walking in. As he passes her, he mumbles a ‘thank you’. Chris looks around, lost, not knowing how to continue this. 

However, Noora helps him about my gesturing for him to sit down on the plush rug with her. Next, knowing that this man is stressed more than ever, Noora pours tea out from her teapot into two cups. Silently, with an encouraging smile, she hands a cup to Chris, who’s sitting cross-legged in front of her, just like her. 

Once again, he says a ‘thank you’ and Noora knows that this politeness has come from Eva’s doing. She probably forced it into the man. 

“So?” Noora starts, wanting him to open up about what he’s thinking, instead of her just telling him. 

Chris gulps, avoiding her gaze. And the images and the things he’s heard and seen come rushing back to him. Promptly, he sets the cup onto the floor before looking up at Noora. 

“I can’t be what Eva wants me to be,” he confesses. “I can’t be that perfect boyfriend for her.” Noora’s expression turns to one of sympathy as she tilts her head to the side. Noora has a confiding vibe to her, allowing Chris to fluently open up to her. 

“I don’t know what we are. But what I know is that we only ever make out with each other, sleep with only each other. Sometimes, on good days. she’ll make me breakfast or it’s me,” Chris hurriedly explains, clearly frightened by giving too much of his feelings away. But the bottle of feelings has been tipped and lid is lost. “I drive her to or back from school and she hangs out at my place on the weekends. I’ll accompany her for dinner and we’ll go exploring the streets of Oslo if a party isn’t what we’re looking for.” 

Noora takes a sip of her tea, trying to formulate a response that will comfort him. However, he goes on. 

“But I heard Vilde say that her and this boy -” 

“Adam,” Noora quietly fills in, giving him that extra piece of information. 

“Yeah. Evan and Adam are cute. Other people say that they’ve become close. . I guess what I really want to ask you is… Does Eva have feelings for him?” 

And Noora’s heart breaks. Never has she ever seen Chris Schistad open up to anyone. . he may have to Eva, but this is new. And, therefore, it helps her understand that the idea of ‘Eva and Adam’ really bothers Chris. Most importantly, it tells Noora that Christoffer cares very much for Eva. And in the romantic away. 

Noora speaks up, “You need to talk to her, Chris. I cannot speak on her behalf.” 

Chris looks at Noora, a little infuriated by her response. However, realisation hits him and he ducks his head, then nods in understanding. 

Chris gets up, thanking Noora for the help, before opening the room’s door. However, Noora stops him when the door has been opened up halfway. “Christoffer, whatever you do, make sure you do what feels right? Okay? And don’t hurt Eva in the process.” 

Chris, without even looking at her, nods before leaving. 

That night, Chris gathered his courage and invited Eva to a park they’ve visited together, frequently, for eating, before Eva leaves to go party. 

Chris sits on the bench of the bench, arriving sharply at five minutes to nine, at night.  

He goes over all the things he can possibly tell her, all the ways he can express himself without making her mad. He goes over all the ways he can stay calm when she brings up Adam’s name. . which he’s more than sure she will. 

After all, she finally found someone to love. 

“Schistad, you alright?” Eva’s bubbly voice calls, from a few metres away. Chris snaps his head in time to see her arrive at the bench and then take a seat. 

He smiles weakly at her, before diverting his attention to passing her a sandwich and a beer. Eva thanks him, grinning, before turning to face him, and propping her elbow onto the back rest of the park bench. She’s wearing a dark blue flannel and white t-shirt, which has been tucked into her pair of high-waisted jeans, which have been tightened by a black belt. 

Chris catches the way she shudders, so he begins to shuffle asking, “Why didn’t you wear a coat?” 

Eva shrugs, “I’m going to a party and then I’ll be warm. I’d forget to take my coat back home.” 

Chris shakes his head, before draping his dark blue, winter coat over her. “Better?” he asks, softly. 

Eva’s fingers pull his coat closer, but then she’s lost in his eyes. He’s staring at her with such gentleness that it captivates her. There’s a softness to his features that Eva has noticed a few times before, but until now, she never realised what it was. They’re close to each other. 

And Chris looks like he wants to kiss her right then and there. 

But Chris snaps out of his trance and shakes his head, to compose himself. 

“I - uh –” Just ask her already, Chris! Being subtle, he shudders, asking, “Who - Who’re you going with?” 

Eva’s mouth breaks into a teasing grin as she looks at him. She cocks her head to the side, playfully asking, “You concerned I won’t be safe?” Chris chuckles at that. He wants to reply ‘yes’ but for his ego he also wants to say ‘no’. Eva takes care of that problem for him, when she adds, “Noora isn’t coming and Vilde, Sana and Chris are going to come late but I have to leave early so Adam’s taking me.” 

Chris opens his mouth to say something but then doesn’t. He sighs, leaning forward, resting his elbows on his knees. He buries his head in his hands, as he takes a deep breath. 

Eva chews her bite slowly, as she inspects him. “You alright?” 

Right as she finishes her question, Chris sits up right, quickly questioning, “You and Adam?” 

Eva puckers her lower lip, asking, “Me and Adam?” 

The tone of her voice tells Chris that she doesn’t understand what he’s asking. He’s already done damage, might as well go through with this. “You guys a thing, now?” 

Eva’s eyes widen in disbelief as it sinks in. Then she chuckles humourlessly, getting up and throwing her sandwich onto the bench. “So this is why you called me out here? Hm? Because you don’t want me to do anything with Adam?” Her arms are crossed over her chest, giving evidence of her unhappiness. 

Chris gets up as well, his anger building up. “Well, have you?” 

“Fuck you, Schistad!” Eva replies, confidently, not missing a beat. 

“You have!” Chris fights back, weakly. All he is is scared. Fuck, he thinks to himself, understanding what that means: he doesn’t want to lose Eva Mohn. 

“I don’t know if you know this Chris, but we’re not a couple. Nor are you my father. So, you don’t get to go around and disapprove the boys I hang out with, alright? I don’t give a flying fuck if it hurts your ego!” Eva says. Her heart stings at her words. 

Chris looks at her, a sudden confidence covering his face. Shit, Eva thinks, oh, shit, he’s about to argue real good. 

“Not a couple?” Chris chuckles, just like Eva had moments ago. He takes a small step closer to her. “Okay, what about you sleeping at my house? What about us going out for lunch and dinner together? What about you not running away the next morning?” 

“Stop,” Eva says through gritted teeth, as she momentarily closes her eyes. 

Chris shakes his head, just as she opens her eyes, sensing he’s taken another step towards her. Now, he’s standing chest to chest. His hand, sneakily, grabs hold of hers. “What do you call staying up late to talk to each other, until one of us falls asleep? What about hanging out and kissing?”

“Don’t do this, Chris,” Eva pleads, her voice cracking. 

“What do you call holding hands and going for strolls?” Chris desperately asks. Sighing, he finalises how this is going to work out. “Tell me you like him and not me and I’ll go away.” 

“Chris,” Eva objects, getting impossibly close to him, her hand now wrapping around his tightly. She takes a shaky breath, before tilting her head to look at him. “I love you,” she confesses, then brings her free hand to cup his cheek. Chris’s eyes widen at her words as his heart skips a few beats. His stomach erupts and the jitters consume him. Eva giggles. “I love you so God damn much, Christoffer.” 

Chris’s mouth hesitantly breaks into a grin. Then they laugh and he crashes his lips against hers. They laugh into their kiss, happy that they finally figured this out. Whatever they were. 

But now . . now, they’re dating. They’re in love. 

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Clothes worn by the victims
  1. Rachel Scott
  2. Daniel Rohrbough
  3. Kyle Velasquez - Blue and green coat over a white shirt, black pants, and black athletic shoes.
  4. Steven Curnow - Short sleeve blue shirt, blue jeans, white socks and brown and black boots.
  5. Cassie Bernall - Green, short sleeve shirt over a black shirt, light blue jeans, white socks and black boots ( Velvet Doc Martens).
  6. Isaiah Shoels - Short black sleeved shirt, green slacks, and white socks with white athletic shoes.
  7. Matt Kechter - Gray long sleeved shirt, blue jeans, white athletic shoes, white socks, and a ball cap with the letter “M”.
  8. Lauren Townsend - Blue top, denim pants and dark boots.
  9. John Tomlin - Dark T-shirt, denim pants and white/black tennis shoes.
  10. Kelly Fleming - Black shirt, denim pants and white/black tennis shoes.
  11. Daniel Mauser - Tan shirt, denim pants, and grey/black tennis shoes.
  12. Corey DePooter - Gray shirt, denim pants and brown leather boots.
  13. Dave Sanders - Blue and white dress shirt, T-shirt, gray slacks and brown shoes.

( Taken from the 11k pages 11240 to 12502. Couldn’t find the reports for the first two victims since they were located outside :/ )

NewtXReader PART 3 - bitter sweet love


PART 1: here

PART 2: here

PART 4: here

PART 5: here

WORD COUNT: 2 3 7 2

Info: Fluff/Spice/Angst

You find yourself in a difficult situation when you has to collect a drunk Newt from the Blind Pig Bar. But is the saying true? Drunk words are sober thoughts? And more importantly are they about Tina…or someone else…

Uncurling from your fetus position, you forced your eyelids open. The fire had burned out and the room grown cold. Was it morning already? Walking towards the window, you noticed the street lamps still lit up the dark night sky. Towards the clock above the door you noticed it was only 3:44am. Where was Newt and the others? They should be back by now.

“Newt? Jacob?” You called. The only response being the echoes of your own voice. Fear clouded your judgement as you threw on Newts blue coat, over your nightgown. Slipping on a pair of your own shoes u rushed down the apartments’ stairs, into the empty streets.Dodgy looking figures occasionally passed you, but your concern for Newt drove you forward.

Even from outside you could hear the blaring of music from the Blind Pig. Once inside you made your way through the crowd to were a very, very drunk person was attempting to dance…if you could even call it that…..

“Y/N ! Your back! Join me” he slurred.


He attempted to pull you over him but his aim was completely off. Stumbling a bit he managed to compose himself once again.

“Oh newt” you sighed “what in the heavens have u got yourself into”

You knew from experience Newt was never one to have a high alcohol tolerance, especially on an empty stomach. He was quite the clumsy drunk to say the least. Looking over to the tables, you saw Tina and the others engaged in conversation. They were clearly tipsy as well, just not quite as bad as Newt. Where they not even aware of his state? Taking matters into your own hands you took Newts hand and led him outside (knocking a few people over on the way).

Letting him balance on you slightly, you helped him down the streets, completely forgetting about the fact you were still in your nightgown.
“Y/N you’re cold-d here here take my coat” he exclaimed struggling to take off his brown coat off. What was he doing? You were already wearing coat? He obviously was more drunk than you thought.

“Newt I’m already wearing a coat-”

“-No no I insist you take it”, he cut you off.

“ I’m already wearing your blue one” you laughed at his silliness “Come on Newt your not thinking straight. Let’s get you home fella”. You wanted to be mad at him for getting into this state but drunk Newt was just too loveable. Helping him through the door you followed him to his room.

Trailing towards his bed, you saw him struggling to undress himself. “No, no Newt just go to sleep in your clothes. I don’t think your quite in the state to undress yourself pet”, you chuckled. He looked at you giving a goofy smile.

He climbed into his bed while you grabbed headache tablets and water from the kitchen. Once you came back to the room you saw him lying on the bed, his eyelids slowly drooping. He’d have one hell of a hangover tomorrow.

Slowly walking over you pulled the covers over his body, tucking him in snug. Running your hand through his brown locks, you sat at the side of his bed admiring his docile state.

“Newt why did you drink? You never usually do, you know you can’t handle it” you sighed, leaning over him to help loosen his bow tie slightly.

To make the pain go away” He whispered softly. He still smiled but you saw no happiness whatsoever.

“What do u mean Newt” you replied resting a hand on his cheek.

“This girl….she’s so wonderful to me…always looking out for me and I never give her what she truly deserves and I think tonight she finally realised that”. His eyes watered slightly, the alcohol messing with his emotions. “I push her away and away, I don’t mean to, I just don’t know how to tell her how I feel….Stupid me thinking…I was good enough”

“Newt” yours simply sigh. So the truth finally came out. He really did have feelings for Tina, it only took numerous amounts of firewhiskey for to admit it.

Looking down to the man who you had loved and still loved for many years, you knew that no matter how badly this would hurt you, how draining it would be to watch him with her.. You had to support it. All you wanted was for him to be happy, a marvellous man like him deserved that much at least.

“Newt anyone would be lucky to have you” sucking in a breath you willed yourself to say the next sentence, “You need to tell her your true feelings, I’m sure she feels the same way back. Your amazing Newt, never doubt that. You’ve always been so nice-”

“-Being the nice guy isn’t enough for her”, Newt cut in, his voice cracking as he attempted to force the words out. His hair was a mess and his cheeks tear stained.
It was heartbreaking to watch Newt like this, his reserved nature completely banished, his emotions fully on display.

Without thinking you slipped under the covers and simply held him.

“Shhhhh Newt it’s ok” you whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead. You rubbed soothing circles on his back, as he hid in the crook of your neck. He softly cried into you, you’d never seen Newt in such a vulnerable state. After a while he’d calmed down, and pulled his head away from your body. Looking into your eyes you saw a new emotion haze over his eyes, one which you were unfamiliar with.

“I’m really sorry for this”

Before you could question what he was talking about, he leaned forward lightly pressing his lips against yours. Even though they were just brushing yours, your whole body ached; ached as if there were a terrible hollow emptiness inside you. You couldn’t kiss back, you just couldn’t, it’s not right, he probably thinks that your Tina. It’s just the alcohol messing with his hea-

-But you did.

You kissed back.

Selfishly you took pleasure in the overwhelming feeling. At first, it was a delicate butterfly of a kiss. Then his arms encircled you drawing himself closer.

Hardly having a moment to react before he pressed his tongue to the seam of your lips and at your grant of access, he delved inside your mouth. His breathing quickened as he began nuzzling your neck with delicate kisses. So faint, they were whispers. You urged yourself to push away, but couldn’t, a small moan escaped your lips as he left love marks on your neck.

You cuddled yourself closer to Newt as he pulled apart for air. Wrapping his arms around you, he pulled the covers right up to your neck, where your head lay on his chest.

Looking up slightly you saw that the alcohol was still having its effects, as Newt desperately struggled to keep awake. Although looking to his mouth, a soft, content smile stayed there. Mimicking his expression you finally let exhaustion hit you like a wave. Whatever problems where to come in the morning, right now you just enjoyed the feeling of Newt’s arms around you.


Waking up you felt a heavy object around your waist. Looking to your right you saw Newt fast asleep, his lips slightly parted. Countless freckles littered his face and you noticed that the content smile on his face from last night was still there. Brushing a stray lock of hair from his forehead, you replayed the memories from the night before. Worry started to set in. You’d given into your temptations, even though he had feelings for Tina, not you. What would Newt think when he wakes up? Maybe he was talking about you last night…no that’s absurd, you’ve probably just ruined the whole friendship. What ever he thought you didn’t want to be here to find out.

In a state of panic you quietly slipped from Newts hold, dashing to your own room. Throwing clothes on you rushed out the door of the apartments, needing to go clear you’re head. Guilt washed over you, as you realised that normally you helped newt out with the creatures in the morning and you knew he’d be too hungover to take care of them. Once again you opted for the selfish option, and headed for Central Park. The creatures would just have to hold off for a while, at least until you gathered enough courage to return.

The noise of conversations blared through the streets and thousands of citizens crowed the sidewalks, as you continued your way to Central Park. You did like busy city life, but Central Park provided you a quiet retreat. It was like a sea of green in a world of grey. Finding a large tree you made yourself comfortable underneath it’s shade. A family of squirrels nested near by and found yourself being entranced by them, but as your mind drifted all you could think about was how Newt was meant to show you all of this, he was meant to be here right now. It was lonely with no one to appreciate the sights with.

After spending an hour of admiring the scenery, you decided it wasn’t fair on the creatures in the case, for you to abandon them. Getting up you realised you had no idea how to get back to the apartments. Turning down dozens of sidewalks you finally recognised where you were but just as you were about to continue your way, a dash of blue caught the corner of your eye.

Through the window of a cafe you saw Newt and Tina sitting together, sitting over some traybakes and tea. Whatever they were discussing seemed to be very serious as both were deeply engaged in the conversation. Although they weren’t touching you could feel the connection between them. Why did you not expect this? You practically told him last night to confess his feelings for her? But just because you let him go, it didn’t mean you wanted to.

You watched them for a while longer, they were probably discussing Newt’s plans for Tina coming back to London with him. Just staring at him made you think…

You wish you could back to the day you met him at Hogwarts and just…walk away. It would’ve saved you so much pain. Holding your head high you forced yourself to look away from the scene. There was no changing the past. Willing yourself to move forward both physically and mentally you made your way back to the apartments.

When you got back you noticed Queenie was cooking on the stove, the good old fashioned muggle way. Jacob was also there chopping vegetables for tonight’s dinner. Queenie’s tuneful humming came to a stop when she heard the sound of you come through the door.

“Y/N your back! We were all wondering where you got too? How’s the head? I think Newt’s really feeling it, after all that drink he had. Quite the lightweight he is, isn’t he?” She giggled, her eyes still fixed on the stove.

“Thought we’d cook a little homemade meal, good food always solves a hangover. Jacob’s secret family recipe! He’s making me cook it the muggle way though” she rolled her eyes playfully.

“You ain’t gonna get it tasting good if you use magic, sugar. Nothing beats mugglemade grub” Jacob complained.

“Ah but it’s more spectacular to watch it cook with magic! Y/N, talk some sense into that man ther- Are you alright Hun?” Queenie’s eyes had finally came to look at you and she didn’t have to be a mind reader to know something was wrong.

“Oh Y/N” she sighed.

“Please don’t read my mind Queenie. Im fine. Really. I’m just gonna go get cleaned up for dinner ok? It smells delicious”. Smiling sweetly, you made your way down the corridor to Newt’s room.

“That’s because it’s mugglemade!” Jacob shouted back to you, completely oblivious to the situation, his concentrating focused on chopping the carrots.

Looking into Newt’s room you noticed that the sheets had been made, headache tablets taken and the room tidied. Almost as though there were no traces of you being here last night at all.

Making your way to his battered case, you unlocked the top, stepping in, down the unstable ladder. Once inside you observed each of the habits however you noticed that all the beasts had been already taken care for. Confusion washed over you. Yes Newt had taught Queenie and the others on how to care for his creatures but not to this standard. This is Newt’s doing.

If Newt was sober enough to be able to care for his beasts…

Was he sober enough to remember the kiss?

Inside you had hoped that he would forget, the alcohol somehow messing with his memories from the night before. But seeing how little of a hangover Newt had, made you question just exactly how drunk was Newt last night. Was he aware of his ‘actions’?

Your thoughts were interrupted as from upstairs you heard the laughter of Tina’s voice, echo through the apartment.

“You should’ve seen yourself Newt you were a fumble of limbs last night! Not even dancing in time to the music” she giggled.

They were home. No matter how much you longed to stay hidden in the case, you realised that it just wasn’t an option. You couldn’t hide here forever.

Shakily you made your way up the ladder, ignoring the slight nauseous feeling at the pit of your stomach. Approaching the kitchen door you allowed yourself to remain concealed for just another minute. What if Newt remembered, how would he act? You just hope those firewhiskey shots worked wonders with his memory and it was all a haze.

Taking a deep breathe in, you pushed the door forward into the kitchen. Everyone looked up from what they were doing greeting you quickly before going on with their tasks.

Queenie was serving up the hot food, Jacob setting the table and Tina getting drinks. Everyone went on with their business but Newt….

Newt just stood there.


As his green eyes connected with your own, only one thing was clear to you.

He remembered.

Sorry this chapter was boring but I’m really excited for the next chapter! Please reblog and like, feel free to follow xx

Keith is debating how best to punch Lance in the face.

Based off of this here Voltron fantasy AU, Galra Steel because everyone needs a klance to get through the day.

Who’s This?

Originally posted by riellyworld

Request: Maybe Jealous Newt? Like Readers ex boyfriend comes over and tries to make a bunch of moves on Reader and when he leaves Newt gets huffy and Reader has to cuddle with him to make him feel better. 😊

You were walking around a little town in England holding hands with your boyfriend Newt Scamander, who you loved very dearly. You were looking for a little pub to sit in as it was very cold outside. When you finally found one the only seat left was a love seat in the corner, not that you were complaining. You and Newt both sat down and you put your head on his shoulder, and his head was against yours. You took his hand in yours and he started playing with your fingers. Newt whispered that he need to use the bathroom and you pulled out a book, until he came back.

“Hi darling.” You heard a voice that was not Newt’s but you recognised it. Your old boyfriend.

“Hi.” You replied shyly. You didn’t really want to see him at the moment and were praying for Newt to come back.

“So what are you up to these days?” He asked, sidling up to you.

“I moved in with my boyfriend. What about you?” You asked politely.

“Nothing much, who’s this new boyfriend you have, hm?” He asked as though he didn’t believe you.

“Him over there, with the blue coat heading over here.” You said, pointing to Newt. “Hi love, this is my ex-boyfriend.” You said glumly.

“Oh hello there.” Newt said.

“Do you mind moving so Newt can have his seat back?” You asked your ex. He moved and Newt sat down, you immediately grabbed his hand, when you did this, Newt pulled you closer to him because he knew you were uncomfortable.

“Y/N can I talk to you for a quick minute?” Your ex asked pulling your arm. You got up and followed him, looking back at Newt sadly. “I just want to say that for the record I never should’ve broken up with you and I want you to take me back.” He begged.

“No, I’m with Newt now, you lost your chance and quite frankly even if I hadn’t found the love of my life I still would say no.” You said trying to walk away. Your ex pulled you close and you were immediately confronted with his lips attacking yours, you frantically pushed him off you. “What was that?!” You asked angrily.

“I was trying to make you remember the good times we had Y/N.” Your ex tried to reason.

“Never do that again.” You threatened before walking back to Newt, tears leaking out of your eyes. “I’m sorry Newt, I’m sorry I shouldn’t have got up I should’ve stayed right here where I belong and I didn’t know he’d kiss me I’m so sorry.” You sobbed trying to hold Newt’s hand in your shaking ones.

“I know love, I know, it’s alright.” He said, pulling you close. “I know what you could do to make it up to me.” Newt said cheekily. “Come home and give me cuddles.” He finished grinning. You nodded and gave a grin back. “I love you Y/N.” He said, he’s never said that before and you were shocked.

“I love you too Newt. So much.” You replied wrapping an arm around his back and he did the same at your waist.

I Love You - Cassian Andor
  • Anon asked: Happy belated (?) Birthday! I know this might be too soon but, I was wondering if u would like to write smth about Cassian? Smth like, realizing his feelings for the reader and him getting jealous as the reader gets really close w Bodhi. Thank u :3
  • Anon asked: happy birthday!!! sorry to bother you but can you do a cassian andor x reader where the reader and cassian are very close and secretly like each other. And when some guy is flirting with the reader, and cassian gets possessive and jealous and they ends up admitting his feelings. Female reader. sorry if it wasn’t clear! Hope your day was great!
  • I combined these, as they’re really similar. Enjoy!

“Are you okay?” you asked the pilot—Bodhi Rook, you thought—attempting to catch your breath as the ship took off from the ground. You had made it, barely, before the cloud of dust engulfed you, but you weren’t out of the water yet. But you let that part up to Cassian and K-2SO, who were more than capable pilots.

Bodhi nodded. “I… I think so, yes. Thank you.”

You reached out and put a hand on his shoulder in comfort. “You’re safe now.” The ship rocked as a piece of rubble hit the side of it. “Although I do suppose safe is a relative term.”

He chuckled. “Yes, I suppose it is. You’re very kind.”

You fell into a quiet conversation with Bodhi the pilot as Cassian and Kay-Tu navigated out of Jedha airspace and into safety. He seemed like a nice enough guy—he had supported the Empire at first, but the more he had worked with them, the worse his opinion had gotten. Finally, when he was assigned to Galen Erso’s command, he found a way to keep himself safe and do the right thing, which was what landed him in a cell in Saw Garrera’s hideout.

You hadn’t noticed Cassian enter the compartment, but when he signed off from the transmitter with a firm “Understood,” you perked up. Cassian Andor had been your best friend for as long as you could remember. You had joined the rebellion together, gone through training together, and even rose through the ranks together at the same pace. He was the only comforting presence in the entire galaxy for you, now, so when he glared at you before barking orders to Kay-Tu, you were taken aback.

“Is that where my father is?” Jyn questioned, looking at Cassian expectantly.

“I think so.” Cassian answered, his eyes still on you. They were dark and difficult to read. You wished you knew what he was thinking.

“So you’re Galen’s daughter,” Bodhi said, addressing Jyn for the first time.

Jyn looked shocked, but hopeful. “You know him?”

Bodhi nodded. “I’m Bodhi, the pilot.”

“You brought the message?”

“Yes, your father…” Bodhi paused. You could tell it was difficult for him to speak of whatever it was he was trying to say. Gently, you squeezed his hand, silently saying that it was okay to go on. “He said I could get right by my self. He said I could make it right if I was brave enough and listened to what was in my heart. Do something about it.” He sighed, smiling sadly at you. “I guess it was too late.”

“It wasn’t too late!” you protested. Cassian’s brow furrowed and he turned away from you.

“Seems pretty late to me.”

“No!” Jyn looked around at the group in the hold. “We can beat the people who did this!”

When you landed on Eadu, Cassian suggested taking Bodhi and going scouting to see what was happening at the base. Just as they were about to leave, you stood up.

“I’m going with you,” you said matter-of-factly, throwing a blue coat over yourself and attempting to exit the U-Wing.

Cassian shook his head. “You should stay here with them.” He pushed you back into the ship. “It’s too dangerous.”

“I am coming with you, Captain,” you replied flatly, elbowing your way past him and into the rain. He rolled his eyes, but said nothing else.

The trek through the mountains was relatively silent. Only Bodhi would talk to you, and even then, Cassian would glare daggers at him, so after a few attempts, even that stopped.

Eventually, after it seemed like Bodhi was leading you on a wild goose chase, you got into what he said was a decent enough position. The three of you knelt behind a large rock outcropping that hopefully hid you from the sightlines of the Empire. The station sprawled out in front of you, shiny because of the rain and all lit up like they were expecting someone important. Several men were lined up on the landing pad in a neat line.

“You see Erso out there?” Cassian asked Bodhi, handing him a pair of binoculars.

Bodhi was silent as he scanned the area. You could tell Cassian was getting ready to give up, when finally, the pilot whispered, “That’s him. That’s him, Galen, in the dark suit!”

Cassian nodded, taking the binoculars back. “Get down there and find us a ride out of here,” he commanded, nodding toward the station. At Bodhi’s protest, he shot him a cross look. “You heard me.”

“But you said we came up here just to have a look!” Bodhi looked quite confused and a little betrayed.

“I’m here. I’m looking. Now go! Hurry!” Cassian shooed him away. Confused, Bodhi looked to you and you shrugged, giving him a soft smile.

When the defected pilot was gone, you pulled Cassian’s shoulder around so that he was facing you. “What the hell was all that about?” you questioned, crossing your arms.

“I have orders to kill Erso,” Cassian said frankly, turning back around and peering through the scope of his rifle.

“Okay,” you stared at the back of his rain-soaked head as if it was going to give you more answers. “Not what I was talking about, but good to know.”

“What were you talking about, then?” Cassian’s tone was sharp and dry. It stung a little to hear the man you considered to be your best friend, who you looked up to and respected more than anyone else, talking to you as if you were garbage.

“I…” you faltered, unsure if you even wanted to broach the subject, if it was even worth it. Finally, you decided that yes, it was worth it, if only to figure out why Cassian was being such an asshole to both you and Bodhi. “I meant in the ship. You being an asshole.”

“I am not being an asshole.”

“Oh, I beg to differ, Captain Andor. Looking at me like I have eight heads. Not talking to me except when you’re bitter. If it’s something I did, just tell me.” You sighed. “I hate when we’re fighting, and I hate it even worse when I have no idea why.” Cassian was silent and unmoving, and you weren’t sure if he was even paying attention to you any more. Offhandedly, you noted that his finger was nowhere near the trigger, but he still seemed to be looking through the scope. You sighed. “Look, Cassian, you know that you’re my best friend. And you know that you can tell me anything. No matter what. So, if you’re upset with me for whatever reason, I deserve to know so that I can fix it. I want to fix it. Please.”

Again, he was silent, but now his head was turned slightly in your direction. At least you knew he had heard you. But then again, that meant that he was making the conscious decision to not answer you, which frustrated you more than him being angry with you.

Deciding you had endured enough, you started to push yourself off the ground. “Fine,” you stated flatly. “If you aren’t going to talk to me, that’s fine. But I’m going back to the ship. It’s cold and damp and I really don’t want to sit here on a rock with you all night if you aren’t going to at least acknowledge the fact that I’m sitting beside you, so… Call Kay-Tu when you’re coming back, I guess.”

“I’m sorry.”


“I’m sorry for treating you like that. I just… I was not thinking straight.”

You crouched back down beside him. “Cassian, what are you talking about?”

He sighed and moved so that he was lying on his side, facing you. “I saw you talking to the pilot and I got very upset. I’m sorry.”

You reached out, grabbing his hand. “I was just trying to be nice to him. He’s been through a lot these past few days.”

“I know. I know.” Gently, he ran his thumb across your knuckles. “I just… I cannot help it.” You raised an eyebrow, prompting him to continue. “Oh, come on. You know what I’m trying to say. Don’t make me say it.”

“No, Cassian, I really don’t.” You did. Of course you did. You just wanted to hear him say it.

“We’ve been friends for so long,” Cassian began, looking just over your shoulder. “I haven’t wanted to say anything because I didn’t want it to change things between us, you know?” You nodded. “I think I love you.”

The left corner of your lips twitched up into a crooked smile. “Well, then. Good.” You nodded. “I’m glad you feel that way.” You squeezed his hand firmly, causing him to meet your eyes. “I love you, too. Now, shouldn’t you be watching what’s going on down there?”

Cassian grinned at you, bringing you hand up to his lips and kissing your knuckles before rolling over and bringing his focus back to what was happening on the landing pad. You smiled gently to yourself, gazing down at the station. You hadn’t even acknowledged that you loved Cassian until you said it to him, but you were glad. It felt right. And, best of all, he was still your best friend.

“Now I realize that there is no righteous path, it’s just people trying to do their best in a word where it is far too easy to do your worst.” -Castiel, angel of the lord (10.09)

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Bill Nye is your year five science class when the teacher has to explain how your body changes - but there's glowsticks, shouting, somebody has snorted h2o, and the janitor is visibly sobbing over a blue lab coat as the chanting of 'BILL BILL BILL BILL' fills the class.

He seems super sweet and also I think he is a meme anyway I’ll check him out

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Title: Talking Body**

Pairing: Steve X Reader X Bucky

Warnings: Smut, NSFW, use of sex toys[you guys asked for it;)],Oral sex, threesome, spanking, slight bdsm, anal sex

Request: Hi! I was wondering if maybe you can do a fic with dom!Steve and dom!Bucky taking time to discover the wonders of sex toys by using it on their sub!girfriend (the reader)? The theme is pleasure torture, and it could just be a pure sin of a fic. Your smut are AMAZING

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MAGENTA - January 19, 2017

It looks like the Queen has fully recovered from the heavy cold that kept her from partaking in many of the palace’s holiday festivities. The long-reigning royal stopped by the Women’s Institue in West Newton, Norfolk for tea on Thursday. Elizabeth II looked happy and healthy in a bold magenta coat and a set of her typical black loafers-naturally, she accessorized with her go-to handbag. The Queen never fails to brighten our day!

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Pastel Green - February 7, 2017

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Pink - January 27, 2017

The Queen looks pretty in pink in a bright coat with black buttons and matching trim while stepping out for the “Fiji: Art & Life in the Pacific” exhibition at the University of East Anglia in Norwich, England. She accessorized with a pink and black hat, gloves, and low-heeled loafers, completing her outfit with a radiant smile.

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Teal - November 9, 2016

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Bright Blue - October 27, 2016

During a visit to Poundbury, England, the British monarch stood out in a bright blue wool coat and matching hat that she accessorized with black gloves, a coordinating handbag, and loafers.

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Lavender - September 3, 2016

Queen Elizabeth, like Kate Middleton, is all about rewearing the items in her wardrobe, and stepped out in this familiar light purple coat and dress, with visible seams and a matching hat. The Queen was making an appearance for the Highland games at the U.K.’s Braemar Gathering.

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Britain’s longest-reigning monarch stepped out for her official birthday celebration in her brightest look yet. The Queen wore a Stewart Parvin coat and Rachel Trevor hat with a pop of pink and looked positively radiant. The look had Twitter buzzing with #neonat90, as on-lookers celebrated her pop of color.

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Mint June 7, 2016

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One her 90th birthday, the Queen donned a lime green coat and matching flower-adorned hat that made for one cheerful ensemble. She completed the look with her signature brooch and three-strand pearl necklace, adding her favorite black horsebit loafers, white gloves, and top-handle bag.

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Newt Scamander x Reader- Only You

Requested- So it’s basically Newt already having reader character as a love interest but she doesn’t come with him to America (like in the films) and as he’s saying goodbye to Porpentina (again like in the film) the reader sees them because she’s come to America to find Newt, bc he’s taking so long releasing the Thunderbird, and sees this.

A/n- I hope this is okay. Had a bit of a writers block so sorry if the ending isn’t that good.

Warning- hints at cheating (not really though) and fluff.

You paced around the deck of the ship as it pulled into New York, trying to keep your excitement in check so you didn’t look like an idiot. You were coming to New York to get Newt back.  A little while back, he told you that he was going to America to release Frank and that he wanted you to stay in England since it wouldn’t take long. That was five months ago and you were tired of waiting. You wanted to see him again.

You walked off the boat as soon as it stopped, ready to start your search for your boyfriend. You knew that he wouldn’t be hard to find. He kinda sticks out from the crowd with his personality and how he thinks, your favorite thing about him. He was unlike anyone you had ever met. He was different, in a good way, in a lovable way. Thankfully, you didn’t have to search.

As soon as you got off the boat, you saw him in his bright blue over coat with his old and beaten case. You were about to run to him until you saw he was with someone, a women with short black hair.

You watched as they talked and felt a surge of anger go through you when he lifted his hand and push some hair behind her ear, letting it linger there for a split second. He gave her a little smile and walked away then ran back to her and said something before actually heading onto the boat.

You stood there dumbfounded for a minute, staring at the women as merrily skipped away. You snapped out of it and bolted onto the boat, ready to yell at Newt and ask him what the hell all of that was about.

Newt walked into his room on the boat and put his case on the bed, happy to finally be going home. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a picture of you, a loving smile on his lips from the thought of seeing you again.

He put the picture back in his pocket and turned to leave the room and saw you in the door frame.

“(F/N). What are you doing here?” Newt smiled, walking over to you to bring you into a hug, but stopped when he saw your expression. You looked angry but you were trying to suppress it.

You said nothing as you walked past him and over to the case, opening it and heading down. You came up a few moments later with the Niffler in your arms.

“(F/N)? What’s wrong?” Newt asked you, becoming frightened by your silence.

“Who was that?” you asked as you patted the Niffler, the only thing keeping you calm.

“What?” he asked, confused.

“That girl you were with before you got on the boat. Who was she?” you asked again, sending a slight glare his way.

“Oh. Her name is Porpentina Goldstein. There is so much for me to tell you. So many things happened while I was in New York and she helped me with a few of them.” he replied excitedly. He couldn’t wait to tell you about all that happened and the friends he made.

You could feel yourself twitch a bit at that last part about Tina. You knew you shouldn’t be, but you were analyzing every word Newt said, making your mind go crazy with ideas.

“Why were you so……close to her.” you continued to ask, your anger level starting to rise as one idea kept coming back. You tried to push the idea back down. Newt wasn’t the kind of man to do that, was he?

“I don’t know what you mean.” Newt replied, becoming extremely confused by your constant questions about Tina.

“Yes you do!” you yelled, your anger boiling over. The niffler jumped out of your lap as you suddenly stood up and scurried into the corner, afraid. Newt was just as afraid as the niffler by your outburst.

“No, I really don’t!” Newt yelled back. You were both froze a bit when he yelled at you, something he had never done before.

“But you have to! With the way you pushed her hair back and smiled at her, how could you not?! Are you that much of an idiot!?” you yelled, trying to hold back the tears you knew were coming. As Newt looked at you, he finally understood what you were trying to say, which broke his heart.

“It’s not what you think, it can never be what you think. I love you (F/N), only you. Don’t you know that?” Newt asked you, breaking you.

“I know, I know you do. I love you too Newt, it’s just, you don’t know how that looked. I’m sorry for calling you an idiot.” you said, staring to cry, ashamed of yourself for thinking Newt would do that to you. Newt quickly ran over to you and brought you into a warm embrace, holding you as close as he could.

“It’s okay and your right. I don’t know how that looked and I never will, because I will only ever look at you like that. You are the only one for me and will always be the only one. Besides, you’re the only person who understands me and my creatures.” Newt reassured you, giving you a loving smile. All you could do was smile back at him like a big idiot at his words.

As you smiled at each other, you felt Newt bring his hand to the back of your neck and pull you into a gentle yet passionate kiss. You automatically wrapped your arms around his neck, running your hands through his hair, something you’ve been wanting to do ever since he left. Newt pulled you closer, trying to tell you how much he loved you through this one kiss so you would never think differently.

Eventually, both of you pulled away, resting your foreheads against each others.

“I love you.” you said.

“And I love you.” Newt replied, laying a light kiss on your forehead.

“Now, tell me about New York.” you smiled, pulling away and leading Newt towards the bed.

“With pleasure.” Newt said, beginning to tell you about his adventure. When he was done telling you everything, night had already fallen and day was starting to break.

“Wow. You are definitely taking me with you to New York next time.” you said, laying down to maybe get a little shut eye.

“Don’t worry, I am never going anywhere without you ever again.” Newt smiled, laying down next to you and bringing you close to maybe sleep a little as well.

lilac under his eyes | newt scamander

prompt: “when’s the last time I said I love you?”

theme: angst & fluff

warnings: nightmares??

author note: i love making my favorite characters suffer :-)

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The two of you work together, unwillingly at first, but then suddenly it had all fallen into place. You were an American and he was a Brit and you hade obvious differences and when you were both informed that you’d have to work together for his little book it was–tense. You weren’t very friendly with one another as your paths rarely crossed until that fateful day. And, being raised in America, you were not as casual with your powers as he was. Nor were you interested in preserving the magical creatures that No-Maj’s would possibly never understand.

And he, despite his kindness and somewhat awkward personality hadn’t really been to interested in you as well. Of course, he was going to be polite to you even if you disagreed with his stand point on certain things. You were now his partner and he couldn’t just be exceedingly rude to you if you were civil with him.

It took months for even the slightest bit of a friendship to evolve, you love for the creatures becoming very aware as you spent more time caring for them when he needed you to. The feeling of disgust towards people who felt that they should be exterminated suddenly disappeared it seemed, all as once. One day you were making passive aggressive comments about your disdain for them and then the next you were holding a niffler and ogling over its adorableness. Yes, Newt had changed you in the slightest of ways.

It was the third year of working together when he asked you to be his. Stumbling over his words a bit before declaring his love for you sheepishly in only the witness of you and his marvelous creatures. He was red in the face, and when you looked at him with no response he went pale. Eyes wide and a sudden heavy feeling in his stomach–embarrassment or maybe pain. But you had kissed him quickly and solved it.

New York, that’s when he changed in the slightest of ways. Watching that boy get murdered, that would stay with him forever. You knew that. It hadn’t left you untouched, even if you knew that way it would be in America. It was always that way. It was be quiet or be killed and there was no in between. Newt hadn’t come to realize that, you supposed. It was much easier in England though, sure sometimes it could be harsh but their laws weren’t as rigorous and sometimes Magic was a little exposed but it was always kept under wraps.

You placed your hand on his upper back, “it couldn’t be helped. It’s different here.” That didn’t ease his pain, he knew he could have saved that boy. If only Graves–Grindlewald hadn’t have shown up. Credence would have been okay.

“I suppose you’re right.” And then he didn’t wish to speak of it anymore.

You noticed a few weeks later the way his hands stuttered about when he was doing things. His eyes dazed as if he wasn’t all there. You didn’t say anything though. Sometimes he had bouts of insomnia and there wasn’t much helping it. Then came the purple discoloration under his eyes. The lilac under his eyes. Darkening slowly over time until he looked horrid compared to what he once did.

Fingers tracing over his blue coat, “you okay? You’ve been a bit hazy lately and you haven’t been in bed as much.”

His blue eyes glanced over to you, “I–uh–I’m fine, love. Really. Just the usual.” He was lying and you could tell and he knew that you could tell but he didn’t want to disclose to you why. No matter how much he loved you he couldn’t tell you because it was almost childish.

So he’d go into his case and care for the creatures that he loved so dearly. Trying to avoid your questions on why he seemed to be barely getting through life these days. He didn’t want you to worry.

When nighttime fell he escorted himself to your bed and laid beside you. Pulling you close into him, face in your hair, arms around your waist, he went out like a light. Which was good, you thought, he needed to sleep and then in the morning you would make him go out and you’d get something to eat together. It sounded nice and soon you were asleep as well.

It was later than two but earlier than three when you woke up, that’s all you really knew besides it was dark out still and you shouldn’t have been up yet. Newt, his arms had vanished from you but he was still in the bed. Laying the other direction, stiff.

Your [e/c] eyes scanned over the outline of his body in the void of darkness that was your room. He was holding himself tightly and was as far from you as he could possibly be without falling completely off the bed. No, you had never seen him like this. And he was definitely awake.

Slowly sitting up you placed a hand on his shoulder and he flinched under your touch. Without warning the room lit up, “Newt, what’s wrong.” He would hear the panic in your voice. Feel it in your hands as you flipped him over to look at him. See it in your face, the way it contorted with an undeniable fear.

“N–nothing, I’m sorry did I wake you?” he was sitting up now but without his awkward smile. A more seriousness taking over his body, he was looking at you with the same undeniable fear you had. For different reasons, you knew that.

You looked into his eyes and saw them faultier, seeing his own nightmares relive themselves over and over and over. He was in a never ending loop of pain that came at nights. All because they didn’t listen to him, he could have helped save that boy but no–no one could listen to him. No one would listen to him. Even for a moment.

Your palm touched his cheek, now starting to turn a tinge of red and heat rushing to them as they always did. “When was the last time I told you I love you?”

He looked at you with an almost–confused glint in his eyes, “I don’t recall.”

“I love you,” you breathed, “and that wasn’t your fault. America is different, we’re more feared there. Nothing was going to stop them from killing Credence. He’d already caused them too much trouble.”

He smiled, sadly, “I know. I just wish I could have helped.”

“Now go to sleep. And if you have a nightmare, just wake me.”

“I love you too, [y/n].”

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Exactly two weeks ago today at 8:09 pm Overwatch agents found the body of Gerard Lacroix, declared dead at the scene

He was made an example of by the very terrorist organization he fought against; in the end they got the last laugh.

His newlywed wife now a young widow was given no time to move on. Overwatch agents came and went, returning home to the shocking discovery of a fallen friend. Then seeking her out to offer their dull condolences. Everyday she is reminded of his legacy, of the friends and comrades who mourned him.

Thus as she sat alone at the top of Gibraltar, the tallest tower of OVerwatch headquarters with the intention of being just that, alone…

“Phew…oh…bloody hell that was…god awful…hello? Hello?”

And yet her efforts to escape the repeated apologies for her loss and empty promises of support, somehow someone still managed to physically climb the tower to find her. That is to say it wasn’t impossible, a simple maintenance ladder was all one needed to get there, but the very idea that someone went out of their way to scale a sixty foot tall tower was the only thing holding her back from pushing this person straight off.

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