breaking my own heart why did i do this

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Pairing: Zach Dempsey & Reader

Genre: uh sadness? Breakup

Description: Zach’s girlfriend finds out what he did to Hannah, and breaks up with him.  

*I’ve been in love with this song, and I got the idea for this imagine.

*I might do a Part 2 to this one.

*I do NOT own the gifs

Break My Heart - Hey Violet

“I will not forget all the wonderful things you’ve done”


Hannah Baker is dead.

The words echoed through my head as I sat at my lunch table.  My friends were also in the same melancholy mood.  We couldn’t believe it, we weren’t close with her, but we all had her in our classes and we did talk to her from time to time.  She was our friend.

I looked up and made eye contact with my boyfriend Zach Dempsey, who was sitting with the popular crowd.  He looked defeated, and had bags under his eyes.  Justin Foley and Alex Standall, who were both next to him were whispering furiously to each other.

I wanted to go comfort Zach, but we decided that it would be for the best if no one knew.  Liberty High was full of assholes and sluts, people that would ruin me.

Just like they ruined Hannah.

I knew that Hannah was struggling with all the rumors that circled her like she was a piece of meat.  And that is why we keep it a secret.

Zach stood abruptly from the table, his chair making a loud screeching sound as he walked out of the cafeteria.  His friends watched him go, and I decided to follow.  Giving him a few minutes; I said bye to my friends and threw out my lunch.  The halls greeted me with the gentle touch of silence, which wrapped around me like a cloak.

Walking towards his locker, I spotted him leaning against it.  Silently I approached him.  Not wanting to scare him I waved my arm.

Zach looked vulnerable.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” I cooed softly, wrapping my tiny arms around his large frame.

“Nothing Y/N.”  He said in a gruff voice, trying to push me away.

I pulled away and tried to get him to look me in the eyes, “Is it about Hannah?”  And with that, he froze.  “Am here if you want to talk.”  

“Well I don’t want to talk to you.”  I could hear the coldness in his voice as I took a few steps back.

“Zachary Dempsey, you do not speak to me like that.  I’ll go ask Clay if you won’t tell me.”  I started to walk away from him before I felt his large hand wrap around my upper arm.  “No,”

“I j-just….”  And with that he completely broke down; sobbing on my shoulder and quivering.  “Shh…”

We stayed like that until the bell rang.

And then he straightened up, put on his infamous smirk, nodded at me, and walked away.  Leaving me behind.


“Y/N, how well do you know your boyfriend?”  Clay asked me a few weeks after the incident in the hallway.  I was opening my locker and retrieving my history books.  He was the only one that knew about me and Zach.  He’s my cousin, and he found a picture of us when he was over for a family dinner.

“Why? Did something happen?”  I looked up and noticed that Clay looked out of it.  Turning around and facing the other end of the hallway, Justin was staring us down with a calculated gaze, along with Zach, who looked like he was about to walk over here.

“I think he had something to do with Hannah’s death.”  I stopped before closing my locker.  Turning to Clay, I didn’t want to believe him, but ever since the whole school found out, Zach has been more distant lately: never answering my texts or calls, purposefully ignoring me in classes, not making eye contact, or sometimes running into me “by mistake”, just so he could talk to me in school.  

Zach was a great boyfriend: always treating me right.  But lately, it was like he was trying to break my heart. Looking back over at Zach and his group, I made my decision.  “Okay Clay, walk with me to my next class.”

Clay and I started to walk down the hallway towards our history class.  We were getting closer and closer to Zach and his friends, and I felt my phone buzz in my pocket.  Ignoring it, I looked straight at Zach, and then the rest of his friends.  

We made it to class safely without a scratch and I sighed in relief when I noticed that we had a substitute teacher.  I sat down and then turned to Clay, “Alright cuz’, what’s going on.”

Fifty minutes and a shattered heart later, I had heard everything I needed to: Hannah was bullied, not only by Justin Foley and his group, but even by my faithful boyfriend.  

When the bell rang, symbolizing the end of the day, I hurriedly grabbed my things and sprinted out of the classroom, making it to the parking lot in record time.  I could easily find Zach’s six three frame standing by his car, talking with some kids in his biology class.

I made my way through the parked cars and finally reached his.  When Zach finally noticed me he said goodbye to the other kids and made his way towards me.

“Y/N what’s wrong?”  He looked worried.

I held my hand up to stop him from coming closer, “Tell me it isn’t true Zach.”

His face paled, “Y-Y/N..”  He paused, “She’s lying.”

My eyes narrowed, “No she isn’t.  You think I’m stupid.”  

Zach ran his hand through his hair, a act of nervousness.  “No, I think you’re the smartest girl in the world, and the dumbest for dating me.”

“So it is true.”

“Yes.”

He tried to take a few steps towards me, but I refused.  I was disgusted with the boy in front of me.  I always told Zach that his friends weren’t good people, but he refused to listen to me.  He told me once that he always wanted to be the popular guy with the beautiful girlfriend that he could show off to his friends.  He had all of that, except for the showing me off part.  

“I don’t want to break up like this, tell me you never loved me.  Or-r that it wasn’t real and that you found somebody else.”  I whispered.

“Break my heart Zach.”

I looked up at him to find him already staring at me, with a heartbroken look on his face.  I felt a few tears slip from my watery Y/E/C eyes and I wiped them away with my sleeve.  

“Y/N.”  He whispered, “I can’t-t.”

Even though he was the strongest on the court, he was the weakest when it came to me.  I was his kryptonite.  Without looking at him I straightened my backpack and slowly turned around and started to walk away.

“Goodbye Zach, I hope you have a great rest of your high school life.  I hope you got the full experience of high school.”  

oh my gosh i just realised that in heart of stone when sisko tells nog he’ll recommend him to the academy, nog says ‘don’t worry, you’ll never going to regret this.’

this kills me because sisko did regret it, i’m sure when he saw nog injured on that bed on ar-558. i know he told quark that nog knew the risks and was doing his duty but he was still almost a kid (somebody’s son. it could have been his own son. it could have been jake.) and if sisko didn’t give him that recommendation letter then he wouldn’t be here. he would be at home, on ds9, in safety. and he did regret it, i’m sure.

i made my self sad.

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                                    Male! Peggy Anybody?

This idea popped into my head literally yesterday, and since my spring break just started, I thought I’d do some genderbent Peggy to kick it off! I tried looking everywhere for some male version of her, but I couldn’t find any, so I said to myself,  “ Hey, why not make your own version? “ And, so I did! Keep in mind that I only did this for fun, I’m not doing an entire project lol. Anyways, I did the most common expressions, and if you want to use them for whatever your heart so desires, go ahead. Just make sure to credit me please <3  c:

theotakufairy  asked:

Boys reaction to their girlfriend breaking up with them? Like why would she need a reason too and their reaction to it and stuff please

NOTE: WE DID NOT PLAY NICE WITH THIS. POSSIBLE TRIGGER WARNINGS. We take a lot of these things really seriously and don’t want anyone getting hurt. Read at your own discretion. 

(Raia: I LOVE ANGST SO MUCH UGHHH. I don’t wanna hurt Shu, but I’ll do it for you guys…ugh my heart…)

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Auston Matthews - Part 17

Big decisions…. 

By the time we break away from each other, there’s several more stars behind Auston and his hair is a rumpled mess.

“Sorry, I might have gone a little overboard,” I say softly, doing my best to flatten his hair back out.

Auston laughs and grabs my hand from his hair and brings it to his mouth, kissing my knuckles and my belly clenches in response.

“Do we have to go back to the house?” He asks, his eyes trailing to my exposed neck again, although it’s a bit red in places. “I’ve waited to do that since I was sixteen years old,” he whispers, his fingers under my jaw, tilting my face up so he can peck me on the lips once more.

His words warm me even more and I smile against his lips.

“Really? Cause I’ve wanted to do that for the last four or five days,” I tease before pulling away.

Auston gives me that smile again and grabs my hand, pulling me into a sitting position. I look around and find the inner tube we rode just a few feet away.

“Least we still have a ride the rest of the way down,” I say, reaching over and pulling the tube over to us.

“You could have rode me,” Auston says, getting to his feet and grinning down at me.

“Oh my god, Auston!” I snap, my cheeks could melt the snow beneath me.

“You could have rode me while yelling that,” he adds, helping me to my feet and I smack his chest.

“Stop that!” I scold. “What if your mother heard you say that?”

Auston quirks an eyebrow at me, a devilish grin on his face. “She isn’t here now,” he says his eyes traveling down my body, although I’m not sure how desirable I look in snow pants and a winter jacket.

“As charming as that sounds, we need to go before someone comes looking for us,” I say, trying to keep a straight face.

Auston gives me an exaggerated, disappointed sigh and flops down on the tube, holding his arms to me and this time I climb much more willingly onto his lap.  

The rest of the ride down the hill goes much smoother and I begin to wonder if it was actually our combined weight earlier that made us crash or if Auston purposely made us. Once we get everything put away, we make our way to the snow mobile and we glance at each other.

“I enjoyed my ride earlier,” Auston says after a moment of measuring each other up.

“Doesn’t surprise me,” I mutter, putting my helmet on and straddling the sled. “Let’s go.” I rev the engine and he laughs, climbing on behind me, much closer than need be, and wraps his arms around my waist.  

We beat Alex and Breyana to the house and are quickly recruited by Mr. and Mrs. Matthews to help pack up the car to go back to Toronto. I help downstairs before going to my room and getting my things together and stripping the sheets off the bed. I can hear when Alex and Breyana arrive and quietly close my door before they come up the stairs.

I go to the window and sit on the bench in front of it, staring outside at the sunset just visible behind the trees. Thankfully I’ve been able to avoid being questioned by Auston about what I’m going to do and I feel a sense of relief that we have a two hour ride back to Toronto where he won’t be able to ask. I remain in the room until I hear Mrs. Matthews calling me from the stairs that it’s time to go.

I throw on my coziest sweater that my mom packed and grab my headphones from my purse before climbing into the middle seat with Auston. This time I don’t mind the distance between us, I put my headphones on and pull my legs up to my chest, curled into a ball against the door. Alex says something to me but I pretend not to hear her.

Guilt begins to gnaw at me once we are half an hour into the drive. I can feel every time that Auston looks at me and I know exactly what’s going through his head. I glance into the backseat to see Breyana into whatever show she’s watching on her phone and Alex is passed out. I twist in my seat, my body now facing Auston and I stretch a leg out, just barely grazing his leg with my calf, but it’s enough to get his attention and I nudge him once. He meets my gaze and I nudge him again, leaning my head against the headrest and giving him a soft smile.

Auston doesn’t smile back but I can see his expression soften and he grabs my ankle, pulling my leg onto his lap. I take that as a good sign and spend the next hour and a half staring out the sunroof, very aware of the small circles Auston is making on the bare skin of my ankle with his thumb. What am I going to do?

I start complying a list of pros and cons of each of my options and instead of making anything easier, it feels like I’m slowly ripping my heart into pieces. I let out a frustrated sigh which Mrs. Matthews hears me and looks back at me.

“Everything alright, dear?” She asks, motherly concern plain on her face.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” I say quietly and Auston squeezes my ankle, but I ignore him.

A few minutes outside of Toronto my phone vibrates on my lap.

Talk tonight. No excuses.

Go figure, it’s from Auston. I want to argue and tell him I just want to go to bed but I know that won’t fly.

               Fine.

               Once we get back to Auston’s apartment, I am quick to avoid him, helping bring everything upstairs and then shut myself in the bathroom to shower. I ponder if I can just pretend to fall asleep, he wouldn’t dare come out into the living room and get me if his sisters are there. Right as I step out of the shower, my phone vibrates with another message from Auston.

               Don’t even bother pretending to fall asleep. Ill just wake u.

               How does he do that?

               I snap my phone back down on the counter and stare at myself in the mirror. A normal person would be exhausted from the lack of sleep I’ve gotten the last week, but as someone who spends most of her nights awake in her backyard, there’s not a dark circle to be seen. However, there’s a miserable look about my expression that even I can see. I’m ninety percent sure about what I’m going to choose, even if I don’t feel confident in said choice and it makes me miserable.

               After dressing and brushing out my hair, I peek out of the bathroom and see Mr. and Mrs. Matthews’ door is already shut, meaning they already went to bed. My stomach plummets and I desperately hope that Alex and Breyana don’t fall asleep right away. I make my way out into the living room and immediately feel Auston’s eyes on me from his seat in the chair next to Breyana. Avoiding his gaze I climb over Alex into my spot on the end and sit up with my back against the couch portion of the pullout.

               Grabbing my pillow, I pull my knees to my chest and push the pillow to the bottom half of my face and instantly my senses are overloaded by the smell of Auston. I find some comfort in that and relax a little, but still my head whirls around what I’m supposed to say to him later.

               The four of us watch T.V. in silence for a while until Auston announces he’s going to bed. I peek at him as he stands and he meets my gaze, unsmiling. I quickly look away and focus on the T.V. To my dismay, Breyana instantly falls asleep the second I hear Auston close his door. I quickly get Alex’s attention and engross her in a meaningless conversation, but it doesn’t last long and she too drifts off to sleep. I sit there for several minutes unsure about what I’m supposed to do, the T.V. switches off, it’s sleep timer ending.

               Almost instantly there’s a message on my phone screen and I make a face at it.

               I heard the tv turn off, are they asleep?

               No.

               I lie and I watch my screen anxiously, hoping and praying he just goes to bed.

               Liar. If ur not in here within 2 minutes im coming out there.

               I fidget in my spot, he wouldn’t really come out here, would he? Probably. I hesitate another minute before slowly standing up and watch Alex and Breyana to make sure their breathing doesn’t change. I slowly back down the hallway towards Auston’s room and keep my eyes on them, almost hoping they do wake up and ask me what the hell I’m doing.

               Unfortunately, I’m not that lucky and soon find myself outside Auston’s bedroom. I’m not sure whether to knock or not but I decide against it and slowly open the door and slip in. Almost instantly Auston’s hands are on my face, pulling me in for a rough kiss. Oh, okay.

               “I thought I did something wrong,” he finally mutters against my lips after breaking away from me.

               “What? Why?” I ask, trying to catch my breath.

               “You haven’t talked to me since the hill, I thought maybe you regretted kissing me earlier or something,” he responds and I can see embarrassment on his face which melts my heart.

               “Auston,” I whisper before closing the distance between us and meeting his lips with my own. I press against him and realize he isn’t wearing a shirt and I take the opportunity to do a little exploring with my hands. Auston presses me back against the door with a thud and we both freeze, listening for any sounds in the living room. After we hear nothing but silence, Auston pulls away from me.  

               “Are you trying to distract me?” Auston asks, his eyes wandering down to my stomach and I realize my shirt had ridden up, my hands quickly pull it back down and I turn scarlet again.

               “I didn’t do that! You did by pushing all up against me!” I snap, still pulling at my shirt even though it’s back in its proper place.

               “Hey, only fair. Shirt for a shirt,” he teases me and my eyes instantly travel down his torso.

               “Nope, not a chance,” I grumble and look past him into his room. It’s much like the living room, the feeling of Arizona is here as well. There’s pictures on his dresser and on the walls and I can’t help but smile at them, the majority have his family smiling around him. I brush my finger against the frame of the picture from his draft day.

               “Your mom called me that day. I could barely understand her, she was crying and switching between English and Spanish,” I smile at the memory. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard her more proud.”

               Auston stands just behind me, looking at the picture as well, a smile playing on his face.

               “Still, I meant what I said, I’m pretty sure she loves you more than me,” Auston says, teasing me.

               I laugh and shake my head, “Not a chance.”

               We talk a few more minutes about a couple other pictures and then we settle down on his bed, facing each other. At first he seems a bit distracted by me being on my bed and I can see the change in his eyes.

               “No,” I say, putting my finger in front of my face, trying to be stern. “No touching or kissing until later.” He pouts at me for a moment and his normal expression is back.

               “What do you really want to do?” He asks and I know this time it’s serious talk.

               “I honestly don’t know,” I start. “I wasn’t exaggerating the other day. I truly am terrified at the very thought of leaving home. I know it’s stupid but even being away for more than a few days I get homesick,” I pause a moment and realize with a pang that I haven’t been homesick all week. Before I can think much more about it, Auston cuts in.

               “It’s not stupid. I get it,” he says. “I never realized that I always had my mom with me no matter where I went, so I never had to miss home.”

               I smile at him since he isn’t looking at me, it’s beyond adorable how much he loves her.

               “In the car tonight, I was making a list of pros and cons for both staying in Ann Arbor and coming to Toronto,” I tell him quietly, criss-crossing my legs and pick at the blanket beneath me with my hands.  

               “And? How did that go?” He asks, also watching my fingers work against the blanket.

               “Horrible, I only have one con for one and about fifteen for the other, it’s an obvious decision but I just… don’t know,” I trail off with a sigh. Auston remains silent, waiting for me to go on.

               “I’m terrified, Auston. Never in my life have I ever thought I would fail at anything, I thought I was a person who could take chances and would know the outcome. There’s so much pressure on all sides, my parents think I’m this brilliant girl who can just absorb information and keep it. They don’t realize how hard I’ve had to work, the hours spent studying and missing out on typical college student things. Did you know I’ve never once been to a party?” I’m starting to ramble again, but he doesn’t stop me.

               “I’m worried that if I come here, within a few years I’m going to get burnt out. This is quite literally all I know, but I don’t want it to be work. I want to be able to go to either work or class and not counting the minutes until I get to leave. At home I get that freedom, I’m just going to classes and working on other things in my spare time. I don’t have the pressure of keeping a scholarship or the possibility of letting so many people down. I can’t have a job that requires me to stay all day and put everything I have into it because I don’t have much right now.” I can feel tears threatening to flow over and I angrily swipe at my eyes. Auston waits a moment to make sure I’m done to speak.

               “Y/N,” he starts, putting his hand on mine and pulling it away from his face. “I’ll be honest and tell you that I know the bare minimum of what you’re going through right now. But I’ll tell you what my mom has told me about you and what I’ve learned about you the past five days. You are everything that your parents think you are; brilliant, passionate, dedicated beyond belief… You self-taught yourself until you got to college and when you got there everyone was a hundred miles behind you.

               Mom said after your first day you called her and told her that your professors didn’t know what to do with you because there was nothing left for them to teach you. I don’t think many people can say that’s happened to them in their lifetime. Even now, when you’re supposed to be on vacation, every time you walk by a window you look at the sky, every time you step outside it’s all you see. Y/N, you even do it in the daytime and I can see your eyes going back and forth knowing exactly where, in a few hours, certain things are going to be. It’s amazing. I’m not going to tell you what to do by any means and I don’t have any advice on what to do, but I am going to tell you to remember that you are that brilliant girl that your parents think you are, that my parents think you are. Because you deserve to think of yourself that way, you’ve earned it. You have earned everything that has been offered to you.”

               I sit there staring at him in rapt silence, my fingers have stopped picking at the blanket and even the tears in my eyes seem frozen. I open my mouth to talk, but nothing comes out.

               Auston watches me, eyebrows raised. “What? Didn’t think I had that side to me?”

               “No, no!” I finally splutter out, coming to my senses. “I just… I didn’t expect that.”

               “I told you,” Auston chuckles. “Mom talks about you every time she calls me, I know a lot more about you as a person than you realize. I know you’re the type of person that holds everything in because you don’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings. Venting is a good thing, makes you think about things before you say them and what not.”

               “So, you’re just being one of those therapists that pretends to write down what I’m saying and eventually I figure out the problem myself?” I ask, raising my eyebrows at him.

               “Yep, pretty much,” he says, giving me a grin and flipping through the channels on his T.V.

               “So… I can go to bed now?”

               “I would prefer you didn’t,” Auston says and I can’t help but smile.

               “Why not?”

               “Because this will most likely be the last time we can be alone together until you go home, either to pack your things or to stay for good,” Auston says, not even looking up from the T.V.

               I realize with a pang that he’s right and I move closer to him, leaning back like he is and we spend the next two hours talking, laughing and poking fun at each other in quiet voices. Auston eventually drifts off to sleep, and I can’t help but watch him. His bruises have already faded and his breathing is even and surprisingly calming.

               Once the clock turns to three in the morning, I slip off the bed as quietly as I can. I’m almost to the door when I hear him behind me.

               “Y/N?” He asks and I turn around, his eyes are still closed but his head is turned in my direction.

               “Yes?” I whisper back.

               “It’s later,” he mumbles and I can see the smirk on his face from here.

               Moving back to the bed, I lean down over him and kiss the hollow of his throat, trailing soft kisses up his throat and jaw, finally reaches his mouth where I give him another gentle kiss.

               “Goodnight, Auston,” I whisper, but he’s already asleep again, the soft smile still in place.

               I make my way into the living room and consider getting back into bed with Alex and Breyana, but instead find myself sitting in a chair by the window, my eyes scanning the sky, thinking about everything that was said in the last three hours.

               My eyes stay trained on the North Star and I wish beyond belief that for once I wasn’t being pulled in two very opposite directions.  

I love you [3/3]

WARNING: You might wanna read part 1 and 2 so you don’t get lost.

Summary: Cedric is a popular kid in Hogwarts and you’re a nobody. You overhear him talking some rude things about you that he didn’t really mean and it shatters his heart knowing that he broke yours.


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You woke up in the middle of the night, because of an awful nightmare about Cedric in the last task in the Triwizard Tournament. He was hurt and you were paralyzed, incapable of helping the one you loved. He cried for you and you just stood there, without moving.

Regardless of how much you tried to sleep again, you just couldn’t. All of your roommates - you got convinced by Cedric almost a year earlier that you should join the common dorm - were deeply asleep, and you were afraid to wake them up with your endless mumbling and insomnia. Therefore you got up and made your way downstairs, planning to sneak out to the kitchen and have a word with your dear elves.

You were crossing the common room when a familiar voice surprised you.

“Hello, stranger” Cedric greeted you, quickly getting up from his chair and running to you, as if he feared you might try to escape. You would, indeed. “Haven’t seen you in a while”

You knew that. You’ve been avoiding him. You wanted to tell him that, but instead you said: “Yeah. Big day tomorrow, huh?”

He already seemed nervous about being around you. The mention of the final task tomorrow made things even worse.

“Tell me about it. Everything will be different at this same time tomorrow. I will either be winner of the Triwizard Tournament or…”

“You’ll have Cho to comfort you anyway” you said, and regretted your words immediately. It was childish of you. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be so immature. I’m just gonna…”

You pointed with your head towards the door. He seemed a little hurt, but tried hard to conceal it. You walked away, and he didn’t stop you.

“Good night, Y/N” he whispered so low when you were already at the door that you almost missed it.

When you came back a couple hours later, he was already gone.

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It was still early when you got up. You didn’t see Cedric in the breakfast table. You pretended to be just fine, ignoring the horrible feeling you had in your chest. People died in that Tournament. What if Cedric, your beloved Cedric…?

You shook that feeling away, and decided to go for a walk. Suddenly, you saw a strange development going on by the corner of your eye. The Room of Requirement was slowly appearing for you, and you had no idea why. You didn’t need anything right now.

Curious, you opened the door. The room was totally empty, except for a sofa right in the middle of it. You approached it, only to find a piece of paper with a typed word: “Wait”.

You guessed the room wanted you to stay there until something happened, and so you did. It took almost twenty minutes, but the door opened again.

Cedric came in, looking as surprised as you did.

“Twice in only a few hours. This must be my lucky day” he said, jokingly, with a tender and soft voice.

“We certainly hope so” you said, once again remembering about the task. He smiled, sadly, but didn’t say anything. “I must get going”

You reached for the door, but he placed his hand in your waist and gently pulled you back. Cedric was so close that you could feel his breath.

You stood there in silence for a few seconds, until he spoke.

“The room wanted us to be here” he said.

“The room never wants anything” you corrected him.

“You’re right. It just feels our own needs. And, god, I need you” he placed his lips in your head, and leaned you against the wall. Now he had his other hand on your jawline, caressing it. His thumb made its way to your lips, slightly separating them. He was about to kiss you.

“Why?” you asked in a weak voice, interrupting him, and looked the other way. He sighed, confused.

“Why what?” Cedric asked, whispering, and brought your face back into looking at him. His eyes were passionate, staring at you like you were the entire world for him.

“Why did you leave me?”

He hesitated, and backed away from you a little bit. His eyes now stared at the wooden flor. “Why do you think, Y/N?”

You gasped.

“I think… I think it was me” you answered, and Cedric looked up to you like you slapped him or something. He was about to speak, but you just kept going anyway. “I think you realized I wasn’t good enough for you, and that there was so many other girls out there so much better than me, and you saw that lust wasn’t sufficient to keep us together. You needed to find somebody you could love, and I’m not that girl for you”

Cedric was completely perplex. You were crying now, and you whipped your tears with the sleeve of your shirt. He looked like he was desperate to hold you in his arms and stop your hurting. Once again he tried to speak, but you weren’t done yet.

“But I loved you, Cedric. More than anything, I loved you. And that’s why I didn’t question when you wanted to end things.”

You weren’t looking at him anymore, it was just too painful. Yet, you could still feel him looking at you.

“You loved me?” he asked, with a broken voice. You didn’t answer. “Did you… do you still…?”

“Why are you making me pour my heart out like that? What’s the point? You broke up with me. You didn’t love me, not then and not now. What difference does it ma-”

Cedric grabbed your waist once again roughly, and kissed you with fierce. It felt like you were both on fire. He pressed your body against the wall with his own, and didn’t stop kissing you until you both needed a break to breath.

“Don’t you ever say I don’t love you. That’s a lie. I love you, more than I can put in words. You’re everything to me. And don’t you dare thinking I ended things because I didn’t thought you were enough. Damn, woman, you’re way out of my league”

“But then-” you began to ask, but he already knew what you were going to say.

“I broke up because I was afraid about what would happen with me in the Triwizard Tournament. People died in the tasks before. I wouldn’t be the first. And I loved you too much to take any chances. I needed to make sure that, if something happened to me, you wouldn’t suffer so much”

“But the last task… they took the most special person to the champion and yours were Cho…” you said, in a sad and a little jealous tone.

“They chose her because I took her to the Yule Ball. Which I did to convince you to move on from me” he explained.

“You’re so stupid! I hate you!” you yelled, out of nowhere, and punched his shoulder. “It wasn’t your call! If you had actually died, I would wonder for the rest of my life why on earth I didn’t fought for you and spent your last months by your side. I would feel guilty, devastated and would suffer very much anyway!”

“I’m so sorry, princess”

You sighed.

“Well, it won’t be easy, but you can make it up to me” you smiled. He gave you tons of small kisses while giggling, and promised he would do anything for me. “Now let’s go. You need to get ready. In a few hours, you will be the first Hufflepuff winner of that stupid tournament!”

“May the odds be with me, and may you be there too” he kissed you again, and you exited the room holding hands.

It wasn’t until later that night you found out why the castle went through so much trouble to make sure you and Cedric made up and confessed your love for each other. Hogwarts had it’s way of knowing everything. It was your last chance. Your goodbye. And the castle knew it long before you did.

Because Cedric never got to keep his promise. He came back from the task a winner, indeed, but also as a dead man.

People died in that tournament. And so did your beloved Cedric.

Hurting myself is not fun anymore!

I hate that I keep putting myself in these position. I hate that I sabotage myself but mostly hate that you actually did. I can’t believe you didn’t even put up a fight except maybe the fight to hold back the smirk on your face. I hope you’re having fun and you’re proud of yourself. For loving me so much you caved pretty easily. I don’t want this anymore!!!!!!! I hate myself more than I did before so I guess I’m happy.

Listening to the Hunchback of Notre Dame musical OST for the first time
  • Olim: how did they make the intro to the movie richer and prettier aaah I love all the layers of voices
  • Bells of Notre Dame: HOLY HELL THAT INTRO. It's weird to hear the first verse with no French accent but I like how it's a group number now. THEY INCLUDED JEHANNNNNNNN. THEY INCLUDED JEHAN I CANNOT OMGOMGOMGOMFG. JEHAAAANNNN. YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH I LOVE THIS LITTLE SHIT. KARA WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME ABOUT THIS I AM SCREAMING. That's really interesting that they made Quasi Jehan's son. It's less dramatic than the move but I like it a lot. PRETTY CHOIR. DAT HIGH NOTE.
  • Out There: Patrick Page's Frollo is delightfully creepy. More so than his Scar. Quasi needs all of the hugs ohmygod. I wasn't so sure about his voice at first but then it got into the song and now I can get behind this :)
  • Topsy Turvy Pt 1: I like having more crowd numbers. Quasi's interludes are so sweet though it's breaking my heart knowing it all falls to shit.
  • Rest and Recreation: Why did they change Phoebus's last name? I love when they include musical themes from the movies in the stage's songs- they've been doing it since BatB and I love it. Great Douchebag Phoebus is back.
  • Rhythm of the Tambourine: oh FUCK YES. I am SO glad they made her dance a full number of its own.
  • Topsy Turvy Pt 2: I'm sure this scene is longer in the full version. The whole King of Fools part feels REALLY abridged on the soundtrack.
  • Into Notre Dame: I'm pretty sure it wasn't necessary to do this to my heart
  • God Help the Outcasts: WOW.
  • Top of the World: Once in every shoooowww there comes a song like thiiiis.... Ugh are the gargoyles here? WHY. They're a little more palatable here than in the movie at least.
  • Tavern Song: These dark minor chord dance numbers are my aesthetic
  • Heaven's Light: Someone please hug Quasi
  • Hellfire: LOUD UNINTELLIGABLE SCREAMING AHDHSJDJAJDNNSPAGE YOU ARE AMAZING AHDHFJSJJFJSJA. SO MUCH CONFLICT. SO MUCH CHOIR. I AM DEAD. THE CYMBAL CRASHES. MY HEART IS DOING THINGS. THE WAY HE SAYS "HAVE MERCY ON ME." THE WAY HE HITS THAT NOTE. HOT DAMN.
  • Esmeralda: why is this melody so bright and jaunty? And who says "punished" like that? Brothels in a Disney show. I don't know why I'm surprised because HoND has always been edgier than most Disney and this is coming directly after freaking Hellfire. But still damn. Yay for Phoebus not being a douche anymore! Seriously this song sounds like something out of Les Mis.
  • Entracte: IT'S PARIS IS BURNING WITH CHOIR :D
  • Flight into Egypt: the statues are slightly more palatable here. This is still a weak point but it's not A Guy Like You. I'm pretty amused that that was cut lol
  • The Court of Miracles: this scene is so funny in the movie and it's actually quite scary here. Amazing what a key change can do!
  • In a Place of Miracles: Have I mentioned this week that I don't like Phoebus? Nice to see a cut song make it back in, though. And they didn't go full bookPhoebus which is nice. Someone please hug Quasi :'(
  • Justice in Paris: well that escalated quickly.
  • Someday: I LOVE that this made it back in, too. I love God Help the Outcasts but it's always sad when a good song gets replaced. And it found new life that isn't the terrible credits version!
  • While the City Slumbered: Not entirely sure that needed its own track
  • Made of Stone: DAAAAMN. So angsty. So powerful. HELL YES. But poor baby ;-;
  • Finale: YESSSS IT'S JUST AS EPIC AS THE MOVIE. I WOULD LITERALLY KILL PEOPLE TO SEE THIS LIVE THIS CHOIR IS AMAZING fuck yeah Sun God. I do not say that lightly. I WANT TO SEE THE MOLTEN LEAD ON STAGE :O. OH MY GOD DID THEY ACTUALLY KEEP THE ORIGINAL ENDING. MY HEART. NO. ;-; Frollo you bastard. "What do you know of love?" JEHAN ;-; OH SHIT QUASI. Daaamn that's an even more badass karmic death than the movie. It's like the book but terrifying. The Someday reprise is beautiful. And Bells reprise is always lovely. I wasn't expecting the book's ending though ;-;
Request: You were right part 2

Originally posted by true-lexaddict

Originally posted by shayspieterse

Originally posted by prettylittleliars


“Well, they’ not around anymore simply because they left.” Alec smiled bitterly. “They left, without warning and now here we are, Cullens and Volturi around a  table.”
“What?” Jane said turning to you with a glare.
You lowered your head.
“You left your mate?” Demetri asked.
“No one does that…” Chelsea murmured.
“They did because they don’t care.” Alec said glaring at you.
“That’s not fair…” Carlisle began softly.
“Is that not what they did?”
“Yes, but did you not stand, watch and support your sister torturing them?”
Alec remained quiet.
“You left my brother for something I did?” Jane growled.
“I left because he supported something you did. You two might have some unbreakable bond but that doesn’t mean I need take it.” Tears welled up in your eyes and you turned to Alec. “What did you expect to happen? Did you expect me to just take your hand? Give you a hug? Maybe a kiss? You held her hand as she tortured me!”
“Never the less, you left him- your mate.” Caius said forcefully.
“I had to.”
“why?” Alec growled.
“Because I didn’t feel safe.”
“That’s ridiculous.”
“Is it?” You sobbed, lifting your head to face Alec. “Is it so ridiculous that you’ll protect me from everyone except for the very people I should be protected from? The real danger?”
You stormed off, in tears, not being seen for the rest of the night.

“(Y/N), Alec is here. He wants to speak with you.” Bella said.
“Wow that’s a first, Usually Jane does all the talking without actually opening her mouth.” You snapped.
“Don’t be like that, he just wants to speak with you.” You heard Demetri say as he poked his head around the door.
“Then talk!” You yelled out.
Alec was in the room, Bella and Demetri were gone.
He stood on one side, you sat on the other.
“I’m tired of this.” He said softly. “I just want you home.”
“I am home.”
“(Y/N), I want you home in Italy, I want everything to go back to the way it was.”
“Your inner child is showing. You think it’s that easy? It will never the what it used to be Alec, ever.” You crossed your arms.
“If we try-”
“I don’t want to try.” You snapped. “Alec, acknowledge what you did wrong, own it and then come back to me about trying.”
“I do acknowledge it, you were right. It’s unheard of for one to leave their mate, it’s why I reacted the way I did and…I’m sorry. I’m sorry and I don’t know how to make you see that. I cannot make an excuse for what I did, it was like I wasn’t even there but never the less. I did that and I am so sorry.”
“Did my leaving break your heart?”
“It shattered it.” Alec said with a clenched jaw.
“Then now we’re even, we both got our hearts broken.”
“Can we move on from this now?”
“No.”
“Please.” He pleaded.
“No. Not yet.”
“When?”
“I don’t know. We have forever.”
The words that were meant to be so sweet, the implication of an eternal happiness went sour. This time they had the implication that he might have to wait for what he once had…forever.

Co-writing a cousin's AU: the process
  • Me: OOOOH I HAVE THIS ANGSTY IDEA. READY?
  • chargenovasmash: YES I'M RDY.
  • Me: *writes the premise* YOU LIKE IT?
  • chargenovasmash: YEAH *writes the dialogue. ... What u think?
  • Me: ... HOW DARE; WHY WOULD REGGIE DO THIS TO SARA. WHAT IN THE ACTUAL FUCK. HOW DARE YOU DO THIS. WHY DID YOU WRITE THAT AND BREAK MY HEART.
  • chargenovasmash: ...

“From the moment you were born, was there a point where you actually told the truth?”

For the longest time, it was hard to pinpoint what exactly about this line breaks my heart and I still can’t put it into words in the way I wish to but

1. It conveys the idea that L is the only one in the whole world who is able to see right through Light’s well-tailored perfect-student-and-son-and-human-being suit. Maybe he can do it better than Light who actually believes in his own lies most of the time.
2. L asks Light, as if he really wanted an answer; as if he truly wished to know when exactly Light started to lie his way through life, and why did he need to do that.
Or if he lied all the time, even to him, even when he said their fates were intertwined and that he would never leave his side. 

Okay, so during my reread now I’ve started doing this thing that I’m hardcore regretting… Basically (I’m still at the beginning of the book) every time Simon mentions Baz in his head my own head goes “HE’s BAsICaLLy DYiNg IN A cOFFiN RIGhT NoW FUcK”

Every time Simon’s thinking about Baz my heart breaks a little because WE KNOW Baz is thinking of Simon as well in that moment, only he is trapped in a coffin and holding onto Simon’s memory like it’s the only thing keeping him alive.

DO NOT TOUCH ME RIGHT NOW WHY DID I DO THIS TO MYSELF.

Imagine Legolas propsing to you and Thranduil finding out, he isn't that happy.

A/N: This is a drabble imagine for valorablu I hope that you like it and it is what you wanted. I sort of got really into it lol. My boyfriend helped me with this one. Thanks for the request and hope to hear from you soon. Lots of love.

’ Come Nîn Meleth, just a little further.’ Legolas calls out the you.

‘You said that eight leagues ago, Legolas.’ You laugh as you catch up with him.

'Just a white lie and nothing more.’ He smiles and kisses you sweetly.

'Where are we going?’ You ask him for the tenth time since you left the Palace.

'It’s a surprise.’ He says as he holds your hand and pulls you along. 'Now close your eyes.’

You give him a side glance.

'Do you not trust me?’ He asks with a slight tone of hurt.'Plus no one will find us.’

'I trust you with my life or I would not allow you to whisk me away into the middle of the forest.’ You kiss his cheek as you close your eyes.

He holds your hand tight as he leads you abit more while warning you about rocks and ditches. After a walk you stop and he releases your hand and takes about two steps away from you. 'Open your eyes (Y/N).’ He tells you.

You do as you are told and to what a sight. The floor is lush with green grass and trees that circle the two of you with beautiful pink and white flowers. The sun light hits the spot and lights it up with a magnificent glow of happiness and romance.

'This place is beautiful.’ You smile with a laugh as you walk towards Legolas.

'Do you like it?’

'Like it?’ You hug him and look up into his blue eyes. 'I love it! Where did you ever find this place because I have probably explored every inch of this forest and I have never come across it.’

'Just came across it.’ He says with a smirk as you walk behind a tree before peaking from behind it.

'Is this where you bring all your lovers, Legolas?’ You tease him as you bite your lower lip.

'No.’ He walks to find you not behind the tree anymore.

'You sure?’ You smile as you wrap your hands around his waist from behind.

'You’re sneaky, you know that?’

'Well I get constant practice’ You kiss his jaw from behind.

'Still upset aren’t you?’ He looks down at you.

'Yes but let’s not ruin this amazing moment.’ You now stand infront of him.

'Yes let’s not.’ He smirks as he gets down on one knee. 'To prove that all this sneaking around isn’t for nothing.’ He pulls out a silver wedding band with elegant engravings on it. 'Will you marry me,(Y/N)?’

Your eyes begin filling with tears, 'Yes…Yes Legolas!’

He slips the ring on your finger as you jump into his arms. He spins you around as he places a passionate kiss on your lips.He places you back on the floor and presses his forehead against yours.

'I love you,(Y/N).’ He says.

'I love you too.’ You kiss him again.

As you kiss him you hear a rustle in the bushes and once you break from Legolas lips you turn to see a guard standing in position wait for your acknowledgement.

'What is it Dravion?’ Legolas says with a sigh.

'So much for no will find us?’ You shake your head.

'The King wishes to see you…both’ He informs you’ll.

You both follow him back to meet the King. The walk was quite with the guard ahead of you and Legolas. He snakes he fingers between yours and he holds your hand tight and gives you a slight smile. You arrive at the kingdom and go to see the King.

'Ah there you two are.’ He says.

'What is it you wish my King?’ You ask as you hid your hands behind your back.

Thranduil notice your actions and decides to circle the two of you as to see what you are hiding.

'I would like to know why my son and head of training are suddenly missing when they are needed?’ He asks as he gets behind you.

'We just went for a walk.’ You say softly.

'Together?’ You can feel the Kings breath of your neck.

'Yes.’ Legolas reply for you.

'Cause this says something else!’ Thranduil grabs your hand and holds it up so it reveals the ring on your finger. 'What is this?’

'I can assure you Ada that is it nothing.’ Legolas quickly says.

'Oh save it Legolas, I am not a fool but you are.’ He releases your hand and walks towards his son. 'How dare you pledge yourself to someone and not ask for my approval?’

'Well -’

'And you!’ Thranduil snaps as you stand straight. 'You give him hope where they was meant to be none!’

'I do assure you my Lord I -’

'Do not lie to me!’ He hissed as he stands infront if you.

You give Legolas as side glance of help.

'You dare look away from me when I am talking to you.’ He raises his hand at you. 'You ungrateful -’

'Enough father!’ Legolas orders as his father breaks his glare from me but to his only son. 'I don’t not care what you think of my choice in a wife. You do not own my heart.’

'You have a duties to forfull and a Kingdom to run.’ His father pleads with him.

'And I have not once staryed away from that. I can do all of those things for you, with (Y/N) by my side as you Queen.’ He stands up for you. 'Tell me Ada,when did you become so cold. Love has never been an enemy of yours so why make it now?’

Thranduil let out a deep sigh,’ Son,do as you wish.’

'No!’ You unconsciously snap.

'Excuse me?’ The King looks at you.

'He is your son my Lord and he wants you to be there for him and give him guidance but just give him freedom for love.’ You speak out of place. 'Forgive me if I am speaking ill but my Leige you were once Legolas, you father did not want you to wed your wife but you defied him. You did what your heart told you to do and you didn’t make a mistake, look at your greatest accomplishement. ’ You look at Legolas.

'You told here didn’t you?’ Thranduil asked his son.

'I did but she is a very determine women.’ Legolas chuckles he comes to your side and takes your hand infront of his father.

'And that is why I know I can rule with her Ada, she reminds me of mother. I may have never remembered her but the way you speak of her and everyone one else in the kingdom, I know I am making the right choice so please be with me on that.’

The King looks infront of him at you and the Prince. He let’s out a sigh and smile as he knows that you two have spoke well and showed him that you are worthy of his son.

'Very well I will allow this union. ’ He smiles.'And (Y/N), you are strong willed. Stay like that, Legolas needs some direction in his life once I am gone.’

'Thank you Ada.’ Legolas goes to hug his father.

That sight made you smile, to see the two important men in your life agree on something. You turn on your heels to give them there moment but was held back by your forearm. You were swung around by Thranduil.

'And thank you.’ Thranduil smiles and hugs you as well. 'My new daughter in-law and princess of the woodland realm.’

Apology Series:                                ❄                 First Heartbreak

[gif credits to choco-cone]

Title: First Heartbreak

Pairing: Bobby x Reader

Genre: Romance, Angst

Length: ~1300

Plot: Bobby was your heaven but also your hell.

A/N: FINALLY! Bobby ver. for the Apology series. Yes i know it took a hundred years but it’s finished. HAPPY NEW YEAR everyone! it’s still 2015 over here but you might read it later, so i hope your year will be filled with love and happiness. ♥

This fic is based on Tori Kelly’s song which you can listen to here and also Apology (obviously) by iKon.


I would never talk about it, never let it get too deep. But something in me’s changin’, guess you did something to me.

“I like you”, he had confessed to you on a snowy winter day. It was cold, the tip of your nose painted red, your fingertips frozen just like your feet and maybe that was the reason you just couldn’t move. Maybe he was the reason you couldn’t move. You were so lost in his eyes, the snow was falling from above reflecting in the corner of his eyes and the smile on his face looked so genuine that it instantly made your heart jump in excitement.

I think I like you too, you thought but held yourself back from saying so. It was something dangerous, it was something with consequences. love, It may have looked as beautiful as a rose, however no one seemed to think of the thorns that came with it.

When he took your hands in his and interlocked each finger with each other, you already knew it was too late. It felt like a secret promise of safety. Like a magic spell you were enchanted and let yourself fall; hard and slowly. In that moment he was there, he promised you safety. But what happened in a few months… or even years? Would he be still there to catch your fragile heart?

❄ ❄

‘Cause for the first time I get worried, when I’m lookin’ in your eyes. That one day you might leave me, and it keeps me up at night

Months passed and he was still there. Months passed but …he was still there. Close by your side without a sign of leaving any time soon. However it didn’t calm you; instead your fear grew bigger and bigger each day because every day your heart seemed to fall even deeper for him and risked to get hurt hundred times- no a million times more. Living without him already seemed like an impossible task.

“Hey”, Bobby’s voice resounded in your ears like a love song. “Hey”, you replied quietly as you watched him come closer and connect your lips with each other. It felt like a kiss of reunion, a kiss of i missed you so much, although we’ve been apart for just few hours. 

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If this is a joke, it’s not funny

Originally posted by tiarrashank

Originally posted by never-dream-less

Tittle: If this is a joke, it’s not funny

Pairing: Peter Pan x Reader

Requested: Yes

Rating: PG

Warning: violence, rape threats, swearing,  trigger warnings


  The lost boys knew better than to harm you, Peter had made it the only rule on the island. It wasn’t because you couldn’t defend yourself, no growing up with three older brothers taught you to stand on your own in a fight. No Peter made it so none of the lost boys could lay a finger on you because even he had to admit, his boys didn’t play fair. They figure out your weakness and use it against you, your weakness rendered you immobile.

    You were walking through the woods, your usual nightly routine, when you heard a branch snap from behind you. You spun on your heal, a shocked cry leaving your lips when you noticed that a small group of lost boys had followed you.

  “Boys.” You chuckled, smirking at them before you turned back around. As you walked away,  highly aware that they were following closely behind you, you tried to force yourself to remain calm. Normally you were at ease around the lost boys, but something about they the moved, sent a crippling wave of panic washing over you. As much as you wanted to deny it, their slow determined movements reminded you of they way your father would follow you as you ran from him. It always ended the same way, with you laying whimpering on the ground, covered in your own blood, something told you this was going to end the same way.

   “Can I help you with something?“ You asked, spinning around to face the group of boys. They stayed silent, spanning around you, making it so you were trapped, no where to go.

  “You know, ever since you have came on this island, none have been aloud to harm you. I never understood it, until we talked to the shadow. Turns out, you were brought here because daddy would beat you, but he made a game out of it. He would stalk you, giving you the illusion that you may just make it out. You never got that did you. You never escaped.” Slightly, one of the cruelest lost boys sneered. “This time will be no different.”

  “It will, I learned how to fight, I can stand on my own against you.” You sneered, your heart pounding so hard in your chest that you feared it would break out of your chest.

  “Oh but you won’t, did you not remember how daddy dearest would make it so you didn’t fight back?” Slightly chuckled, his eyes sparking with glee as he stared at you. “Your not going to fight back you fucking little bitch, because if you do, we’ll understand just why Pan loves that little cunt.” At that you paled, your muscles tensing as memories of your father came crashing around you. They had won, your fell to your knees, your head in your hands and started to whimper. The moment you hit the ground, they attacked. You screamed out in pain, your hands moving to protect your neck, the pain crashed over you as they broke your bones.

  Darkness started to wash over you, the pain proving to be to much. The last thing you remember before you gave in, was Felix’s angered screams and his arms wrapping around you gently, as he cradled you against his chest.



  ~~~~~~~~~~~~ Peter Pan ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

  I sat on the log, the pan flute at my lips, playing the sweet music while I watched my boys dance around the fire. A small part of me started to wonder where Felix and Y/n were, usually the pair were sitting beside me, watching over the dancing boys.

  I got my answer when Felix came running into the camp, Y/n’s limp body in his arms. I jumped from my spot, the flute falling to my feet as I stared at Felix and Y/n.

  “If this is a joke, it’s not funny.” I screamed, panic washing over me when Felix gave me a sad smile.

  “A group of boys, Slightly and his little friends, were attacking her. They scattered, I was going to follow them but Pan I think something is wrong. Her breathing is odd, I think they broke her ribs.”

  “Get her to my tent. I will be along in a minute. Nick I want you and Ben to go to the fountain, get the water and bring it right back to me. The rest of you, track down the boys and see to it that they end up in Echo Caves.” I snarled, turning on my heel to run after Felix. I threw my door open, rushing to where Felix was laying Y/n gently on the bed.

  “Pan, if you are going to do something it needs to be soon, she just started to cough up blood.” I rushed to his side, brushing my hand against her forehead before turning to Felix.

  “Keep her calm I’ll go and get some water from the fountain.” The moment I finished talking, I snapped my fingers, vanishing in a puff of green smoke. The moment I appeared on the cliff, I waved my hand, the vines vanishing from the entrance. I pulled the canteen from my side, rushing forward to stick it under the fountain, the moment it was filled I flashed back to camp, appearing beside Felix. 

  I fell to my knees beside Y/n pressing the canteen to her lips, urging her to drink. She sputtered at first, before finally taking the water down in gulps. Instantly her breathing turned back to normal, though the rest of her bones remained broken.

 “Looks like it only heals the most dire thing first.” Felix sighed, leaning back on his heels. “Looks like we are going to visit that fountain a lot.”