but i am content to tears

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Happy birthday to one of my favourite simblrs out there! I am constantly speechless with the amazing content you put out, and I know that I say this a lot but I want to write as great as you can one day. You're a constantly shining light on my dash and I am so grateful to call you my friend ❤ I hope your birthday is just as amazing as you are! xx Riley

Baaaaabe! I’m not worthy *bursts into tears* I’m not sure if you realize how big of a source of encouragement you always are to me. It is I who am grateful, more than you know ♥ THANK YOU LOVE!!!!

Originally posted by mcnamarasmacaroni

 SO LIKE BRACE YOURSELVES BECAUSE THIS IS FUCKING LONG AND I WOULD APOLOGISE BUT MY OTP IS ONLY GETTING MARRIED ONCE SO FUCK IT RIGHT?

OK FIRST OF ALL HELLA TRANSITION AND SECOND OF ALL I LOVE WHAT HE’S WEARING AND THIRD OF ALL HE WORE THE FUCKING EARRING OF MY DEMISE I HATE HIM

AND HIS STUPID PERFECT EYES AND HIS STUPID PERFECT JAWLINE AND HIS STUPID PERFECT EVERYTHING

GOD I CANNOT BELIEVE THAT WE GET TO SEE THIS RELATIONSHIP AND LOOK HOW FAR THEY’VE COME. STEP FATHER AND BEST MAN LIKE SO MANY FUCKING TEARS ALREADY

YOU KNOW HE’S SEEN HER. LOOK AT HIS DAMNED FACE. AND SHE’S FUCKING STUNNNINGGGG IN HER DRESS SO I DON’T BLAME HIM AT ALL FOR THIS REACTION LOL

AND THEN FUCKING LOOK AT THIS RIGHT? SNOW IS TAKING DEEP BREATHS, CHARMING IS JUST HAPPY AF AND EMMA FUCKING SWAN IS LOOKING AT KILLIAN JONES AND SHE CAN’T TAKE HER EYES OFF HIM

ANYMORE THAN HE CAN TAKE HIS EYES OFF HER

LOOK AT THIS LOVE DAMNIT I CANNOT BELIEVE WE’RE GETTING TO SEE THIS FUCK

LOOK AT THIS DUMB LITTLE FAMILY AND HOW FAR THEY’VE COME. I LOVE THAT THEY’RE BOTH WALKING HER DOWN THE AISLE AND BOTH HOLDING HER AS SHE GOES AND I’M JUST SO DAMN HAPPY

LOOK AT THIS. FUCKING WHAT IS THIS WITH THE SMILING AND THE KISSING THE CHEEKS

WHAT IS THIS WHO AUTHORISED THIS? TAKE IT AWAY IMMEDIATELY

AND THIS FUCKING HANDSHAKE?! REMEMBER WHEN HE WAS ALL YOU CAN’T EVER DATE MY DAUGHTER EVERRRRR EVER EVER EVER AND NOW FUCKING LOOK. THEY’RE BROS. SUCH BROS. THIS IS RIDICULOUS HOW MANY EMOTIONS I HAVE RN

OMFG LOOK HOW HAPPY HE IS THAT HE’S GOT HER HAND IN HIS. THAT DAMN SMILE THAT WON’T QUIT

AND OK WHEN ARCHIE SAYS THAT THEY SHOULD RECITE THEIR VOWS KILLIAN LOOKS AT WHO I’M ASSUMING IS CHARMING OR HENRY, OR PERHAPS THE WHOLE FAMILY, JUST GIVING THEM A SMILE AND IT KILLS ME BECAUSE NOT ONLY DID EMMA SWAN FIND A FAMILY, KILLIAN JONES DID TOOOO

LOOK AT THEM DAMNIT, LOOK AT HOW FUCKING HAPPY ARE OMFGGG

AND THE VOWS, THE DAMNED FUCKING VOWS OMFG THE WAY HE FUCKING LOOKS AT HER

AND THE WAY SHE FUCKING LOOKS AT HIM

AND THE FUCKING AWE IN HIS FACE WHEN HE’S LIKE YOU TAUGHT ME THAT A HEART FULL OF LOVE WAS MORE PRECIOUS THAN ANY TREASURE LIKE HE NEVER THOUGHT IN HIS WILDEST DREAMS THAT THIS COULD EVER FUCKING HAPPEN FOR HIM

AND NOW THAT HE HAS IT, HE WILL NEVER FUCKING LET IT GO AND I AM DEAD AND GONE, A SPIRIT IS TYPING THIS RN

AND FUCK LOOK AT HIM TELLING HER HIS HEART IS HERS

LOOK AT HOW BEAUTIFUL THEY ARE OMG I AM SO EMOTIONAL *THROWS THINGS* *THROWS ALLL THE FUCKING THINGS*

I AM GONNA THROW MY COUCH AT SOMEONE NOW BECAUSE DID YOU HEAR HOW SHE SAYS KILLIAN? ALL SOFT AND TENDER AND LIKE SHE LOVES HIM.

AND OMG HENRY FOUND HER AND THE WAY SHE LOOKS AT HENRY TOO. THERE’S JUST SO MUCH LOVE IN THIS ROOM THAT I AM IN PAIN AND FUCKING LOOK AT THE SOFT WAY THAT KILLIAN LOOKS AT HENRY TOO LIKE WHAT THE FUCK

AND HENRY GOD HENRYYY I AM SO PROUD OF HIM AND I LOVE HIM SO MUCH AND HE JUST BELIEVED AND LOOK HOW FAR THEY’VE ALL COME FUCK ME

AND SHE FOUND THE REST OF HER FAMILY TOO BECAUSE OF HENRY

AND THEY’RE HERE ON HER FUCKING WEDDING DAY TO HER FUCKING TRUE LOVE OMFG I AM OVERWHELMED

AND SHE LOOKS AT HIM RIGHT AND SHE’S TELLING HIM THESE THINGS ABOUT TRUE LOVE AND FAMILIES

AND FUCK ME IF KILLIAN JONES ISN’T COMPLETELY AND UTTERLY IN AWE OF THE WOMAN IN FRONT OF HIM. I AM OF THE OPINION THAT KILLIAN JONES THINKS THAT EMMA SWAN IS MAGIC AND HE IS BESOTTED WITH HER ANEW EVERY SECOND THAT HE LOOKS AT HER

AND THIS MOMENT AND EMMA’S VOWS AND OMFG JUST BECAUSE YOU LEARN THAT YOU COME FROM TRUE LOVE DOESN’T MEAN THAT YOU BELIEVE THAT YOU WILL FIND IT

AND YET HERE HE IS AND HERE SHE IS AND IT TOOK CENTURIES AND CURSES AND ADVENTURES THROUGH TIME AND REALMS AND FUCKING

NOW THEY STAND HERE AND SHE SMILES AT HIM THIS WAY 

AND HE SMILES BACK AND THEY HAVE PEOPLE WHO KNOW THEM YOU KNOW? ALL YOU EVER REALLY WANT IS FOR SOMEONE TO KNOW YOU, TO SEE YOU, TO KNOW YOUR STRENGTHS AND YOUR WEAKNESSES, YOUR FAILURES, YOUR SUCCESSES AND TO LOVE YOU ANYWAY. 

AND THEY HAVE THAT AND THEY’RE PROMISING TO NEVER LEAVE

AND GODDDDAMN EVERYTHING HELLLLP BECAUSE HONESTLY WHAT THE FUCK MY EMOTIONS ARE SO CRAZY RIGHT NOW I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO WITH MYSELF I LOVE THEM SO FUCKING MUCH

AND OK SHE’S PUTTING THE DAMN RING ON AND HE CAN’T STOP STARING AT HER. LIKE HE JUST KEEPS LOOKING AT HER AND SHE IS FUCKING STUNNING, I DON’T BLAME HIM

HANDSSS HANDS ARE THE REASON FOR MY BEING A PUDDLE ON THE FLOOR

HANDS AND THE WAY THEY’RE LOOKING AT EACH OTHER

AND THE WAY HE SAYS I DO, HIS EYES UNWAVERING FROM HERS

AND THE WAY SHE DOES THE FUCKING SAME *SLAMS KEYBOARD* WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS NONSENSE

LOOK AT THIS SMILE, IT WON’T FUCKING STOP LIKE OMFGGGGGG 

ARCHIE IS ME HERE. HE GETS ME. HE TOO IS MARVELLING AT THE PERFECTION THAT IS THE JOY OF CAPTAIN SWAN.

HUSBAND. AND. WIFE. THE. FUCK. WHAT. HOW. I. CANNOT. BELIEVE

THIS FUCKING PERFECTION I CANNOT DAMN BELIEVE DAMN FUCK

AND I THOUGHT I HAD DIED ENOUGH BUT NO, THERE WAS A FUCKING DIP, HIS HAND CLEAR FUCKING AROUND HER WAIST AND COMING BACK AROUND AND THEN FUCKING

YOU GOT YOUR HAPPY ENDING SWAN LIKE KILLIAN FUCKING JONES AND FUCKING EARRING

AND THEN OK, LEAVING ALONE THE DEVASTATING SMILES AND THE CONTENTMENT RADIATING OFF THEM

AND THE ARMS AROUND EACH OTHER AND THE FUCKING FUCKING EARRING

LEAVING ALONE ALL THIS, YOU HIT ME WITH A HAPPY BEGINNING?! THIS IS UNFAIR AND I AM IN TEARS AND I LOVE THEM SO FUCKING MUCH. I DON’T HAVE THE WORDS

*FALLS OVER*

someone gimme a hug pls

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this is my last week’s bujo spread ft. Taegi!!! 💘 (I STG it was unintentional and I just thought the photo was cute lmao) I’m happy that everyone enjoyed my ‘Why I hate BTS’ series (it’s what I like to call it) updates will be more frequent on my ig because I am having some issues with tumblr and with that being said, I am making my ‘100 days of productivity’ on hiatus because of the same reason. I hope you all understand 💕



from my studygram

ISTG IF TUMBLR DOESNT FIX THIS IM GONNA CRY OUT OF FRUSTRATION BCS THIS IS DEFINITELY NOT THE THIRD TIME I TRIED WRITING THE CAPTIONS AND USING HTML TO PUT THE LINKS AND MAKING THIS TEXT ITALICIZED AND STRIKED UGH IM ACTUALLY ON TEARS RN THIS MESSAGE IS DEDICATED TO THE SNAKES WHO STEAL MY CONTENT I HOPE YOU SEE THE THINGS I GO THROUGH BEHIND THE SCREEN

I feel bad for ranting so *gives eternal love*

its so weird for me seeing media representation of two girls kissing or something b/c it makes me think; is this how straight people feel when they watch romance movies? iv never felt anything while watch a heterosexual kissing scene, i watch entire romance movies waiting to feel something, to connect to the characters and then i watch Hayley Kiyoko’s 5 minute music video about two girls and it has me on the edge of tears and it makes me so upset b/c to me finding content like that 5 minute video is so rare sometimes i start to think that i am incapable of feelings. this is why representation is so fucking important 

4 months with no contact. if you were to tell me a year ago that i’d be able to go 4 months without hearing your voice, i would’ve laughed in your face. i remember the first time we didn’t speak for a whole day. i’ve never felt an emptiness like it.

4 months with no contact and i am a totally different person now. i have scars on my skin that you’ve never seen. i have stories to tell which you’ve never heard. i have memories i won’t share with you.

4 months with no contact and i am thriving. i am doing well. i am healthy, happy almost. i am content with life and i am moving on, slowly.

4 months with no contact and this is not the first night i’ve broken down in tears. i miss you. in a very naturally human way. i miss you.

4 months with no contact and i still feel sick when we don’t acknowledge each other whilst passing by. but i don’t see red anymore. i guess that’s an improvement.

4 months with no contact. 8 months with no contact. a year. 5 years. i will miss you for a lifetime.

—  you promised you wouldn’t leave but now you’re gone and you’ve moved on and you no longer think of me
Beauty & the Beast!AU

formerly known as @viktor-nkfrv.

Starring Viktor as the Prince
Yuuri as Belle
Yuri as the Clock
Chris as the Candlestick
and other characters as the other household objects. And maybe JJ as Gaston.


There was once a vain prince named Viktor who loved anything beautiful. He especially loved the winter, for everything was pure and white and cold and beautiful.

Viktor’s vanity slowly took up the space in his heart, until kindness and compassion no longer had a place there.

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“I Know You Love Her.” (Ethan Dolan X Reader)

(not my pic)

Pairing: Ethan Dolan X Reader

Warning: None

Word Count: 1,446

Prompt: Imagine you sneak into the school’s swimming pool with Ethan and Meredith. You’re Ethan’s bestfriend and he’s dating Meredith, but you’re in love with him and end up telling him on accident.


You watched from where you sat beside the pool as Ethan twirled Meredith around, splashing water on your ripped jeans. You sighed and rubbed at the wet fabric that was clad against your legs, wishing you’d stayed home instead of being dragged along to third wheel with the happy couple. Meredith’s high-pitched laugh sounded throughout the pool area as Ethan kissed at her cheeks. You rolled your eyes and looked at the couple who were enjoying each other’s company in the water. You glanced down at your soaked phone and noticed that is was 12:04am. Normally you’d be up at this time anyways, but you didn’t exactly want to sit and watch your long time crush flirt and kiss the girl you’ve envied for years. 

That’s right, you liked E. You gained feelings for him a long time ago and you thought it would eventually go away at first, but now you’ve just excepted the fact that your feelings were never going to die down for the handsome brunette. You were in love with him, to say the least. And it’s been much harder to hold your tongue about it, considering he and Meredith, the girl you had been jealous of since freshman year, were now an item. 

You’ve always been jealous when Ethan was interested in a girl, but when he told you that he was practically in love with Meredith, you pretty much gave up all hopes of ever having a chance with him. And instead, you developed a deep hatred for the tall blonde. Meredith could get any guy she wanted, and she knew it. That’s why you disliked her so much. So when she chose Ethan as her next “boy toy,” your hate for her extended to much greater lengths, even more than before. Not only because they were together, but because Ethan’s feelings were genuine for Meredith, whereas he was nothing more than a rebound or hookup for her.

“Hey guys? Can we leave now? It’s getting pretty late..” You said, wincing as the air grew thick with tension once the words spilled from your lips.

E looked back and forth between you and Meredith, “Uhh, yeah sure. Let me just go get my clothes, I forgot them in my locker.” He smiled at Meredith and kissed her before hastily getting out of the pool, shooting you a wink before exiting the pool area sopping wet.

Your attention was then turned to Meredith as she swam closer until she was in front of you. She rose from the water until you both were face to face with each other.

She gave you a nasty look, “Listen (Y/N), I know you like Ethan. But he’s mine. So I’d appreciate it if you’d stop drooling over him like a dog. He doesn’t like you, and he never will. So get that through you head, sweetheart.” She smiled a sickly smile just as Ethan came jogging back in with his bathing suit in hand, fully dressed in a new set of dry clothes.

Meredith got out of the pool and dried off before getting changed, trying her hardest to show off her assets to Ethan. You were frozen in shock as you let her words settle in. She was right. He won’t ever like you back, and you had to except that. You felt your eyes well up with tears, but you’d be damned to let them fall.

“Alright ladies, let’s hit the road. I’m exhausted.” Ethan yawned, throwing his arm over Meredith’s shoulders. She smirked at you as you got up off of the ground, dusting your hands off on your pants. You looked at Ethan who was smiling at you with that award winning smile you had fallen in love with.

You looked at him and pressed your lips in a firm line before making your way past them and outside into the truck.

—-

After a good 10 minute car ride of listening to Meredith and Ethan flirt, you’d finally pulled up to the Mickelson residence to drop Meredith off.

“Alright, see you later baby. Gimme a call in the morning, okay?” Ethan smirked at her. She giggled and leaned in through the car window, giving him a chaste kiss on the lips. “You know I will.”

You tore your eyes away from the pair and began picking at the shattered screen of your now dead phone, suddenly finding it very interesting. You heard the sound of heels hitting pavement as you looked back up, watching next to you as Ethan looked at the skinny blonde walking away from his truck in admiration. He then put the truck in reverse, making his way towards your house. Most of the ride was silent, before you decided to speak up.

“So.. You must really like her, huh?” Ethan looked at you before grinning, “Yeah, I really do. I’m honestly really surprised she said yes to me this time,” He sighed contently. “I’m happy with her. I really am.” You felt a ripple of sadness spread throughout your chest as you swallowed the lump that was forming in your throat. “That’s uhh, that’s good, E. I’m really happy for you.” You said, stumbling on your words. You were going to cry; without a doubt, if you didn’t get out of that truck within the next minute or so.

You turned your head towards the window as you listened to the gorgeous boy babble on about Meredith, letting the tears unwillingly spill from your eyes. You didn’t want to hear him go on about him being happy with another girl; a girl that wasn’t you. Ethan pulled into your driveway as you hurried to open the door of his truck. But to your luck, it was locked.

“Woah woah woah, what’s got you in such a hurry? You really think you were gonna get out of this truck without hugging ‘Ee-Tee-Wee-Tee’ goodbye? Not a damn chance, (Y/N).” He laughed before forcefully tugging your arm around so that your body was facing him.

You bowed your head down and leaned into Ethan, giving him a quick hug before muttering him a goodbye, but he noticed your tears. He stopped you as you reached for the door handle, pulling you arm again.

“Wait what? (Y/N) why’re you crying?” He said, grabbing your chin in between his thumb and pointer finger so that you looked at him.

You turned you head to the side, rejecting his touch. “It’s nothing, it doesn’t matter. I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”

He groaned, tightening his grip on your arm. “Of course it matters, you’re my bestfriend. Now tell me. I’m not letting you out of this car until you do.”

 You laughed sadly, “That’s exactly the point, E. I’m just your bestfriend.”

He looked at you puzzled. You watched his face as he connected the dots in his head before looking at you with look of shock, realization and guilt. “(Y/N), I-Im so sorry.. If I’d have known things would be completely different, God, you don’t even understand. I love Meredith, but I-”

You cut him off, “You’ve made your point loud and clear, Eth. Trust me. You’ve been telling me for awhile now. And I’ve been trying my best to deal with it but I can’t anymore. So Jesus just please, please stop saying that in front of me. Stop telling me that you love her. Because I know you love her. It just hurts me so damn much to hear you say it, alright?”

You were full fledged crying now, trying your hardest to get out of the car, but you couldn’t get out of Ethan’s strong grip. He had a look of urgency and regret in his eyes.

“No, (Y/N) you’ve got it all wrong, just let me explain, please..” He began, trying to wipe away at your tears with his free hand. You pulled his hands away from your face and pried his other hand off of your arm and set them down gently.

You looked at him. “There’s nothing to explain, Eth. I already know. You love me, but as a friend. And you love Meredith more than that.” He went to speak again, but you cut him off by pressing your lips to his cheek.

You looked at him through watery eyes and gave him a pained smile. “I’ll see you tomorrow, alright?” You got out of his truck, “Wait, (Y/N) you’re not letting me explain myself damnit! Just let me ta-”

“Goodnight Ethan.” You interrupted and shut the door to his truck before running inside your house and to your room, soaking your pillow with your tears as you wept in heartbreak.

He will never love you the way you wanted him to.

Part 2? Yes or No?

The Monsters In All Of Us: One (M)

Member: _______! Jungkook AU

Summary: Shh! Just read it

Word Count: 1365

Warnings: Mature content, Slightly NSFW, slightly graphic

A/N: AYYYYEEEE Here we are again folks, another story! I’ve been so excited for this one! Please please PLEEEEASE give me feedback for this one!

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Coldest Winter (Newt x Reader)

Originally posted by your-harry-potter-imagines

For the lovely anon who requested: Newt imagine where Tina is jealous of you (newts long time best friend) and she keeps taking his attention off of you and you feel like he doesn’t want you around anymore and he finds you packing your stuff to leave or something? (He loves you tho)

Words: ~1800

Rating: Confessional, loving fluff that is guaranteed to cure your ailments for the day. <3

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She was jealous.

You knew for a fact Tina Goldstein was resentful of the close relationship you shared with Newt Scamander, whom she had quickly taken a sort of “liking” to since the nearly catastrophic events in New York a few days ago.

The worst part was that you weren’t any better than her. Envy seeped through your skin when she made Newt smile, laugh, or impressed him with her captivating conversation and undeniable charm. You couldn’t completely blame her though, who wouldn’t fall for the loving, timid Hufflepuff?

Tina shamelessly flirted with your magizoologist every chance she got, only provoking the fire of bitterness that charred your insides black, leaving you empty and longing. Years spent traveling together had kindled a friendship between you and Newt that you treasured dearly. Over time, however, your fondness only grew with every freckled smile he threw your way, falling harder and faster than you ever thought possible. Newt’s lingering stares, adorably stuttered compliments and constant eagerness to keep close to you gave you the impression he felt the same.

And now, it seemed your progress over the years had come to a crashing halt in a matter of days.

You observed Tina’s latest attempt at winning Newt’s affections from the corner of your vision as you stared out into the snowy New York streets, absentmindedly tracing random designs on the frosted windowpane in the parlor. You couldn’t stop the barrage of destructive thoughts that scurried to the forefront of your mind: Tina was heart-stoppingly attractive, intelligent, and kept a smile on Newt’s face, just as he deserved.

You felt cold, yet almost desired to be numb for the off-chance it would ease the throbbing ache that settled in your chest when you took note of how content Newt seemed to be in Tina’s company. He chuckled at her story you had stopped listening to, grinning at her in a way that made you consider the possibility he did in fact like her better and wasn’t just being polite as usual…

Their bubbling laughter shattered your concentration, a shiver running down your spine, practically feeling Tina stare daggers into your back as you rubbed your finger raw on the frozen windowpane. “It’s a shame you have to leave so soon…” she trailed off, her exclusive emphasis giving you the urge to shatter the window in fury.

Your heated anger began to subside, however, when you stared out into the white-coated streets, snowflakes leisurely drifting onto dim streetlamps that lined the sidewalks.

You attempted to rid your head of negative thoughts and replace them with fond memories of other cold winter nights you and Newt had spent together, walking through snowy parks, him teaching you to ice skate, or even just cozy evenings inside the suitcase taking care of his wide expanse of creatures.

“Oh, w-well I’m sure Y/n wouldn’t mind if we stayed just a bit longer…um, Y/n?”

The scene outside instantly became much colder in your eyes, harsh and lonely and the coldest winter you’ve experienced, feeling as though the crisp frost from the window soaked into your skin, ice crystallizing your blood and prickling at your bleeding heart.

“I need to go,” you muttered, blinking back tears as you rushed for the guest bedroom.

Newt stood immediately at your hasty exit, ready to pursue until Tina grabbed hold of his forearm, “Newt, she just doesn’t–” Her words fell on deaf ears as Newt watched you slip into the bedroom, flinching as you slammed the door behind you.

The wizard slowly sat on the edge of the sofa grudgingly, gnawing at his lower lip anxiously as he continued to glance behind his shoulder at the bedroom door. He sighed, gaze hardened as he looked to the Goldstein sister with determination. “Tina… we need to talk.”


Everything you had done– devoted yourself to, was for the sake of the magizoologist’s happiness, and if his well-being no longer involved your support, then so be it.

Packing your suitcase became an outlet for the emotional hurricane that tore you apart from the inside out. You violently grabbed your clothes from their hangers, chucking your belongings on the bed unceremoniously and stuffing them forcefully into the case to keep the tears of frustration at bay. All the while, you were cold, the tip of your nose and fingers numbing from your gazing out the window. You ignored the pins and needles in your freezing toes as you shoved another shirt in the case.

You stiffened at the sound of the door squeaking open. “Sorry, Y/n, I was…” the magizoologist trailed off as he came to an abrupt halt upon fully noticing your packing. “W-what are you…doing?” his brow furrowed in nervous confusion.

You paused only for a moment, heart aching and hands shaking as you stared at the last shirt to be packed, crumpled and lonely over the edge of the suitcase.

“Where are you going?” Newt questioned, a new sense of urgency in his tremulous voice as he made his way over to you, his seafoam eyes scanning your blank expression for an answer. He cautiously removed his navy blue coat and gingerly set it on the bed, as if any disturbance would shatter any chance of pulling a response from you. “Y-Y/n?”

“It’s been an honor…” You swallowed thickly, attempting to keep your composure, though your voice continued to waver, “…and a pleasure, thank you for everything.” You forced yourself to look up into the emerald eyes you had come to love once more, only to feel daggers pierce your chest at the thought of leaving them for good. The wizard looked to you with such concern, compassion and care… You didn’t want to leave the man you adored with every bit of your being–

You recognized muffled laughter from the kitchen that reminded you of the scene you witnessed in the parlor, and mentally berated yourself for being so selfish. You wanted the best for Newt, and if he felt his best with Tina, you wouldn’t allow your envy to prevent his happiness.

Newt watched in worry as your sympathetic expression melted into one of pure sorrow, his heart almost breaking at the mere thought of you so upset. “Y/n-?”

“G-goodbye.” You stammered, inhaling sharply and darting around the stunned magizoologist toward the door.

Newt’s jaw hung slightly ajar in shock and panic as you rushed past him. Time felt irrelevant as he watched your retreating form, hurried and stiff, feeling a sense of dread blossom in his chest when he fully processed what you had said.

Taking wide strides, Newt dashed in front of you, flinging his narrow body against the door and gripping the handle for good measure, amber-curls flailing wildly as he frantically shook his head, muttering, “No, no you c-can’t, you can’t–”.

Your breath hitched at the raw fear that laced his wide herbal eyes that locked with yours, surprised at his unexpected fierce determination to keep you from leaving. You fumbled for words, “Newt, I–”

The wizard’s grip on the doorframe tightened, his gaze hardening solemnly. “If y-you leave now…” Newt inhaled deeply, eyes clenching shut as he exclaimed, “I won’t ever love again!”

The intensity that laced his confession left you speechless. It wasn’t so much a threat as it was a statement of fact that seemed to terrify him to the core, his eyes widening in panic and grip on the doorknob so tight his knuckles whitened. “P-please,” he begged, his voice becoming much softer and beseeching, “Don’t leave.”

A yearning to sweep the distraught magizoologist into your arms gnawed away at your soul, a feeling of emptiness apparent as you stared into his vibrant green eyes that were brimming with tears and churning with unspoken hope.

“I won’t,” you blurted quickly, your free hand covering Newt’s on the doorknob reassuringly as you let your suitcase drop to the floor, the floorboards vibrating beneath your feet from the impact. “I won’t…”

For a moment the two of you continued to gaze at one another, the subtle sound of Newt’s heavy breathing barely audible over your anxious heartbeat that thundered in your ears.

It was all Newt could do to keep from collapsing in relief at your words, the panic subsiding as his tense muscles relaxed and whirlwind of fearful thoughts retreated back to darker recesses of his mind. The wizard wasn’t aware of the hot tears that streamed down his freckled cheeks until you tenderly brought your cool hands to his face and gingerly swept them away with the pads of your thumbs. “I’m so sorry, Newt,” you hushed soothingly, feeling your own tears form at realizing your thoughtless mistake, “I won’t ever leave, I promise.”

Newt’s expression relaxed to one of soft joy, raising his warm hands to your wrists to gingerly pull you into his chest and wrap his arms around you in a contented embrace. The natural warmth that he radiated seeped straight into you, thawing your frozen core. He smelled heavily of damp soil and fresh cut wood, the scent you identified as that of home.

“I’m so sorry–”

“Don’t be, love.” Newt hushed, his grip on you tightening protectively.

“No, I am, I was selfish, I was…I was stupidly jealous because, I…I just–” You struggled for words before another thought sent your mind on a new track, “W-wait, what did you mean by never loving again?” you asked hesitantly, hope instantly swelling in your chest as you felt Newt grin against your shoulder.  

He hummed lovingly, the reverberations on your bare shoulder sending goosebumps up your neck. “Y/n, my heart has been in your hands since the beginning.”

You almost could have leaped in joyous surprise, his confession delightfully melting your chilled heart. Your second-thoughts found their way through your throat before you could think over what you were saying, “The way Tina looks at you, t-talks to you, she’s trying to–”

“Though her efforts are quite, um, flattering,” He gave an airy laugh, his thumbs tracing soothing circles along your spine. “I’ve made it clear this evening that my affections are reserved for someone else.”

The stark potency of his words triggered a wave of elation that washed over your entire form, your knees threatening to buckle under you as you hugged the wizard even closer, allowing the flood of euphoric feelings to manifest in a choked sob as you nuzzled into his shoulder.

“Oh dear, that wasn’t meant to make you upset,” Newt cooed, chuckling softly at your passionate response as he fondly planted a kiss just behind your ear.

Despite your emotionally-charged state, you found yourself giggling with a contented smile, “I’ve never been happier, actually.”

The unmistakable sensation of Newt’s contented sigh sent delighted shivers down your spine. “Neither have I…”

You had no idea how long you managed to stand there for the evening, though you both felt you could live in the comfort of one another’s arms for all eternity.


As you walked hand in hand to board the ship to leave New York the next morning, you looked to Newt with the fondest of smiles that he easily reciprocated with a light pink dusting his freckled cheeks.

Your destination may have been back to Britain, but you had truly found home wherever you went with your loving magizoologist.



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A big thank you to all of those who have liked/reblogged and left such lovely comments, they truly make my day and I cannot express my appreciation enough! <3 It’s a pleasure to write for you all!

Tags: @maybe-maj

Fan-fudging-tastic

Prompt: “How about you leave me the fudge alone!”

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1177

Warnings: Dean gets hurt, pregnant reader. Tooth-rotting fluff

A/n: Written for @deals-with-demons 200 follower challenge! This was the first challenge I’ve participated in so I’m really excited! This is such a fluffy fic. Seriously I think this is the fluffiest thing I’ve ever written in my life, I’m such an angsty person so… I apologize if this is terrible. 

Originally posted by soluscheese

You’d finally had enough, this was the last straw. You paced around Bobby’s kitchen, where you have been and would continue to be cooped up while your husband and brother-in-law grounded you from hunting until further notice, leaving you to FBI and research duty. They said it was only until everything was safe, which… meant you would be here forever. Not that you didn’t love Bobby, but with your condition you’ve been even more grouchy than him lately.

The current reason for your ire was standing in the doorway leading to the living room, and he couldn’t figure out why you were so angry. You finally shouted, “How about you leave me the fudge alone!”

Your husband put a hand to his forehead. “Oh I’m having flashbacks.” Dean shuddered a bit before coming up behind you to wrap his arms around you. “When are you gonna stop being mad at me?”

“When you replace the apple pie and vanilla bean ice cream you inhaled after I’d told you that I’ve been craving it.” You turned around in his arms and glared into his eyes. “Your son isn’t making me crave anything weird, the least you can do is not eat his fudging pie!”

“Okay babe, I know you’re mad. And I understand, - I do -  but…” Dean furrowed his eyebrows. “Why are you censoring yourself with pagan god-approved curse words? Our bun is still in the oven, she can’t hear your dirty girl mouth.”

You smacked his chest and smirked up at him. He began to sway you both back and forth in the middle of the kitchen. “Actually Winchester, he can hear us talking just fine at this stage. But that’s not why I’m watching my language.”

Grinning, he said, “Oh really? Well you wanna share with the rest of the class, sweetheart?”

You shrugged. “Just trying to kick the habit of using the fuck word,” your hand covered his mouth when he opened it to interrupt you, “among other bad language words. The last thing I want is for our son’s first words to be ‘Son of a bitch!’” He chuckled and tried to spin you. “You know there isn’t any music playing, right?”

He shrugged. “So? Pretend we’re that couple from that sappy movie you roped me into watching that one day.”

Dean pulled you back to his chest and began to hum a song you didn’t recognize. “You mean The-“

His lips were on yours instantly. “Just shut up and dance with me.”

You laughed. “You just don’t want to admit that you actually liked-“

“Y/n!”


“Dammit Dean!” Bobby helped Sam guide Dean as best he could into the house and onto the couch. “What the hell happened!”

Dean coughed when he tried to laugh lightly. “You cussed… sweetheart.”

“If you weren’t possibly dying, I might kill you Dean.” You told Sam to get the first aid kit, whiskey, and some towels. “What happened, Bobby!”

“Honey it was something unheard of. No one could have figured out it was two wendigos, they just don’t pair up like that.” He sighed, putting more pressure to the claw marks on Dean’s chest. “Your idiot husband got cocky.”

You were worrying over Dean when Sam came back with Cas in tow. “Even better than a first aid kit.”

Dean groaned. “Can I still have the whiskey?” The light from Cas’s grace brightened the room. You moved and wrapped your arms tightly around Dean’s neck, his hand went to the back of your head to pull you closer. He kissed your head. “I’m okay, sweetheart.” He looked up at Cas. “Thanks for saving my ass… Again.”

He nodded to his friend. “Dean you were very lucky…. Let us hope that your daughter is not as foolish,” the angel muttered.

Your head whipped over to face him. “Say that again Cas?”

He was confused before it dawned on him. “You didn’t know… I apologize-“

Instantly you were hugging him. “Don’t you dare apologize. It’s a girl… You’re sure?”

“Well yes, I’m more than fairly certain.” He smiled softly and reached out to your growing bump. “She is… content. I would say happy, but she does not yet know such a feeling.”

You cleared your throat to help keep yourself together, but the tears in your eyes gave you away. “Thank you, Cas.”

He smiled at you and then at Dean. “Congratulations. I am happy for the two of you.” The fluttering of his wings indicated the angel’s departure.

Sam hugged his brother, patting him on the back. He looked at him for a moment before grinning widely. “We were right!”

“I know!”

Bobby just shook his head. “Idjits.” He gave you a one-armed hug. “I’m happy for you, honey. I know you were banking on a boy but… Hell I’m getting a granddaughter! I don’t even care that it means the tweedles were right.”

“Can I tell you a secret?” You whispered. “Me either.” You laughed and he bid you all goodnight.

Sam hugged you and told you congratulations before going upstairs for a shower, and finally you and Dean were alone. “Hi…”

He sat on the couch and pulled you into his lap, kissing you fiercely. “Hi,” he said deeply.

“You feeling okay, sweetheart?”

“I’m so much more than okay right now. I’m fan-fudging-tastic.” He smirked at you.

You laid your head on his chest, soothed by his heart beating. “I hate how much I worry about you, and Sam. Especially now that I can’t be there to watch your backs… I know Bobby is more than capable, but-“

“It’s not the same.” He finished for you. “I get it, sweetheart. Ever since we first met and you told me you ‘Worked solo, because I don’t need any pretty boy hunters thinking they can boss me around.’

You chuckled. “You remember what you said to me?”

He nodded. “’You think I’m pretty?’

You smiled and kissed his jaw. “Prettiest damn hunter there is.”

“Do you even own a mirror?” He scoffed.

You kissed his jaw before falling into a comfortable silence. After a while you said, “I love you, Dean Winchester.”

He kissed your head. “I love you too, Y/n Winchester.” His hand went to your belly. “And I love our tiny bean too. It wouldn’t have mattered if it was a boy or girl, I just want her to be safe and happy…” His voice trailed off as his mind wandered.

You knew he was worrying himself about how to protect the both of you. The only conclusion he could ever think of was to get out of the life, but trouble always followed the Winchester name, and you’d be back to square one.

You leaned up to kiss his lips. “Come back to me, Dean. We’ll worry about it another day.”

He sighed. “Okay.”

“So…” You grinned, trying to lighten the mood. “Since we know it’s a girl, I was thinking about the name Ally-“

“If you finish that sentence, I’m breaking every copy of that movie I see from here on out.”

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Day 4: “Romeo… Romeo….”
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Marinette paces the room, eyes locked on a densely filled packet of paper. In her other hand is a picture of Adrien Agreste.

She has never been a very good actor, and memorizing script isn’t a popular pastime of hers, but the chance to play Juliet to Adrien’s Romeo was too great a chance to pass up.

It’s not anything heavy, no kissing scene. Just the balcony scene. If Marinette or Meylen doesn’t pull through and nail the role of Juliette she would have to spend most of the class period watching Chloe lament about her love to Adrien.

It would make her sick, and be completely disheartening to hear Adrien reply with equally love struck fervor. Scripted or no.

It wasn’t guaranteed that Adrien would get the part really, but it was most likely going to be him, and just about everyone knew it. He could act, he was a model, he acted every time he does a photoshoot. Plus, Chloe would likely try and do something to get him into the part if he somehow didn’t make it.

“O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo?”

“I’m not sure.” Marinette jumps at the voice from her window, and turns around to face a very smug looking Chat Noir. “Can I take a message?” he saunters forward, head inclined with both hands behind his back. Looking all of the content cat he’s supposed to be.

“You aren’t my Romeo?” Marinette teases, punching the cat in the shoulder when he sidles up to her.

“Sorry Princess, I can’t tell you that. Secret identity and all.” he jokes.

“What man art thou that, thus bescreened in night, so stumblest on my counsel?” she stumbles around her lines as Chat examines her and grins wide at her effort.

“By a name I know not how to tell thee who I am. My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself,
Because it is an enemy to thee. Had I it written, I would tear the word.” Chat’s stopped grinning, and instead looks upset. Marinette’s eyebrows scrunch up and she purses her lips. One hand lifts almost unconsciously and traces the edge of his mask with her thumb.

If only he knew.

“My ears have yet not drunk a hundred words of thy tongue’s uttering, yet I know the sound. Art thou not Romeo, and a Montague?”

“Neither, fair saint, if either thee dislike.” he leans into her hand and he presses his lips to her thumb. But Marinette can see his calm start crumbling. His eyebrows push together, his ears pressed flat to his hair.

“Kitty? What’s wrong?” she asks. Some days Chat comes in all guts and glory but there are other quieter days where he slinks in and can’t seem to use words, the days where he just wants to watch a movie and be close to her.

“I want to tell you so badly.” he whimpers and pushes his cheek into her hand. “And I almost have but… god. You’d hate me. A- and you-”

“Hey.” she interrupts. “Anyone could be under that mask, I could never hate my kitty.”

“What if it wasn’t your kitty? What if i’m completely different? What if I’m quiet and shy and cowardly and what if you can barely face me?” he’s holding her hand in his, keeping it pressed to his cheek. Pretty much begging her to keep him close. Keep him with her. ‘I want to stay.’ it pleads. ‘Please don’t leave me.

Marinette drops the script and the picture -school play and Adrien Agreste be damned- and steps over it to press her forehead to Chat’s. She has to bring his head down a bit, causing him to hunch and her to press up on her toes but she hopes the effect is understood.

“Never.” she insists.

“Never?” He’s shaking, wrapping his spare arm around her hip, ignoring the tears rolling down his face. It’s a heavy question, a loaded gun pointing at him or her or both of them. Her other hand holds his shoulder, rubbing her thumb in what she hopes are relaxing circles but with the fluttering of her heard they could very well be too frantic.

“Never.”

love-life-and-wanderlust  asked:

Yo can I have headcanons/short scenario for the gang finding out their girlfriends were injured and in the hospital? (Each character's girlfriend got injured in their own way, they were jumped, car crash, abuse, attempted suicide, etc.)

okay, so this might suck so sorry in advance. also, i’m not sure if this is what you want, it might be too fluffy, so i’m so so so sorry :( hope you like it!!

warnings: abuse & suicide & swearing

sodapop: it had been two days since the incident. on wednesday, you were working late so soda, being the amazing boyfriend he was, decided to cook dinner for you. it smelled great, however, soda unfortunately forgot about your major peanut allergy. the grilled chicken he made contained peanut oil, which had caused you to pass out cold. you didn’t realize what was happening until you woke up two days later in the hospital with soda by your side.
when you first opened your eyes, soda shed a few tears. it had scared him so much to see you pass out, and to have all the medical equipment strapped up to you to help you breathe. he was so glad that his baby was okay, but also very guilty.
“baby, i’m so sorry. i’m such a bad boyfriend, i don’t deserve you, i’m so so sorry you had to go through that, i will never forgive myself,” he said, tears in his eyes.
you giggled and caressed his soft cheek, “soda don’t say that. i love you with all mu being and i am so lucky to have you.”
he gently took your hand and kissed it, promising himself he would never do that again.

dally: you ran as fast as you could out of that house. you were never going back. you have had enough of your father mentally beating you up, but tonight, it was physical. your nose was bleeding and you had a black eye. you had no idea where you were going but you just wanted out. out of this town, out of your life. suddenly, you remembered dally and ran to bucks. you and dallas weren’t dating, he always was sleeping around with some girl or other but you were definitely best friends and had a strong emotional connection. you watched out for him and he did the same for you. you two would do anything for each other, but none of you would ever admit it.
by the time you got to bucks, something was up. your head felt weird and your eyes felt sunken. everyone stared at you weird while others backed away. maybe it was worse than you thought…
“holy shit y/n, what happened to you?! we cmon lets go to the hospital, this is pretty bad. holy shit, what the fuck happened?”
“it was my father he-”
dally’s grip tightened around your shoulders as he lead the way out of buck’s.
“look y/n, it makes me so mad what he does to you. you deserve so much more you know that? you could do so much more for the world and i have no fucking idea why he can’t see that. he can’t beat you up like that, its fucking wrong, you know i’m so mad right now! say the words, y/n, say the words, and he’ll be out of your life forever.”
dally began to say something else, completely enraged, but suddenly everything became blurry and quiet until everything was black and silent.
you woke up the next morning, surprisingly, dally was beside your side. there was a big bandage across your head and your mouth had a weird taste, like medicine.
“jesus, you’re awake,” dally said.
“guess i am.”
“look y/n, i was real worried about you and it just made me realize-”
“-yeah?”
i had feelings for dallas as long as i could remember. sometimes it seemed like he did too, but with dally, you never really knew.
“it made me realize how much you mean to me. how upset i’d be if you died you know? and i can’t even believe im saying this, it sounds like something fucking ponyboy would say.”
you smirked.
“what?” he asked, you could sense he was worried.
“kiss me.”

ponyboy: you heard the brake slam. your head hit the wheel. it seemed like you heard everything. the smashing of the glass, your car hitting theirs, but the most dominating of all was your screams. and everything went black.
“she’s what? what happened?”
pony felt like his heart stopped when he received the phone call from dally. he felt his fingers getting numb. y/n? his y/n? in the hospital? no. he just was with her 20 minutes ago! this can’t be happening. pony couldn’t feel his voice anymore. he ran out of the house, straight to the hospital.
“Y/N! Y/N!” he shouted as soon as he burst into the room you were.
the nurse soon had him held down, telling him you were okay, but he needed to stay calm.
“ponyboy. pony, i’m alright. i’m so happy you came, it was so scary, i-”
“-shhh, honey. you need to rest. im here now,” he said putting his hand on your chest and began to calm down, realizing his babygirl was okay.

steve: you knew you should be scared when you heard the footsteps. you knew it wasn’t my type greasers, and you were scared.
“what’s up babyyyy..” one of them said, obviously drunk.
“s-st-stay away from me,” you imagined it would be more confident in my head, but when you said it out loud it probably just sounded like a lost little puppy. your heart was beating really fast now.
before you knew it they were beating me up, and beating me good. there were 4 of them, against you. you were pretty small and looked younger than you were. there was blood all over the place.
“let go of her!” was the last thing you heard before everything went black.
you arose a couple hours later with a nurse by your bed.
“where the hell am i?” you asked groggily.
she gently smiled and said, “hello, y/n, i’m your nurse and from what i’ve heard, you got beat up pretty badly, i’m so sorry to hear about that.”
everything came flooding back to me at once, as i felt the large bandage on my arm.
“and honey, there was this young man really worried about you, in tears even. he felt so bad, i’m gonna go call him over right now.”
steve? steve was worried about you? steve was the only one who would be, he’s your boyfriend. you felt content at the fact that steve was worried.
on cue, steve burst through the doors.
“baby! y/n! are you okay? holy crap, i’m so sorry i wasn’t there walking you home. this is all my fault-why are you smiling, did they put you on some drug?”
“no stevey, i just love you so much.”
“definitely some drug.”


johnny: (hey, i usually don’t feel very comfortable doing this, but just this one time. i’m so sorry if this offended you in any way, but there was a warning. i deal with this sort of stuff everyday and if you need someone to talk to, you can always, ALWAYS talk to me.) nothing was okay anymore. everything was falling apart. you cried and cried until you couldn’t cry anymore.
“love, love, are you okay?” my boyfriend johnny asked, obviously concerned, nervous & distraught.
shit. no. johnny did everything for me, he was my everything. he can’t see me in this state, he can’t. it’ll hurt him too much.
“i-i-i’m sorry…i-i-just-..”
he grabbed me and buried his face into the crook into my neck.
“y/n cakes, tell me what’s wrong. i love you so much you know that.”
i was hysterical, but he’s seen me like this before and he knew what was up.
“baby, don’t think like that. you know i could never live without you. i need you. i love you so much.”
i cried even more, how did i deserve him?
he picked my up bridal style, and carried me to the hospital.

two bit: you ran to the bathroom, for the eighth time today, barfing over the toilet.
your boyfriend, two-bit, rushed in after you.
“y/n. maybe we should go to the hospital, this doesn’t look too good…” two said for the hundredth time today, but this time you agreed. you felt horrible.
he brushed your hair and kissed your sweaty forehead, and guided you over to his car.
as soon as you hit the hospital bed, you fell asleep. it was deep and peaceful.
thank god, when you woke up you felt better. they gave you some nasty tasting medicine, and two rubbed your chest while you took it. it really helped that he was with you, he cracked jokes that made you feel better, and he was incredibly caring.
“you doing better, buttercup?” he asked with a playful smirk on his face.
“you betcha, keith.”

darry: the pan sizzled as you inhaled the amazing scent of garlic chicken you were cooking. suddenly, your hand slipped and the pan fell onto your left foot with a crash.
a string of loud profanities left your mouth as tears escaped from your eyes. GOD, that hurt a lot.
soda, who was the only one home immediately rushed into the kitchen.
“y/n are you alright? holy crap, that does not look good. ummmm, lets take you to the hospital and then we’ll call darry. dang, y/n i’m so sorry man that looks bad.”
he said while you were sobbing and hopping on one leg. he supported half of your weight as he dragged you to their car.
the nurse had put some numbing medication on your foot and bandaged it all up. it still burned, but it sure as hell felt better than it did before.
soda was on the phone with darry now.
“darry, yeah, so basically, y/n was cooking and the hot pan fell on her foot and she’s in the hospital. okay, it aint my fault, and its not her’s either! it was an accident!”
“hey, y/n, dars really worried. he’s gonna be over in 5.”
i gratefully smiled.
darry came sooner than i expected. he was real worried and was pacing and jumpy.
“dare bear!”
“y/n, don’t pull that crap with me. god i feel awful. i’m so sorry i had to work late. GOD that is a hue bandage. does it hurt anymore, shit.”
“darry, i’m okay now, calm down. i’ll be able to go tonight and i’ll only be on crutches for two days. i’ll be okay so just relax,” then you added, “i love you.”
he softened and sat next to me, while we spent the whole day talking while he drew shapes on my bare shoulder.

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( guess who was on my mind the whole time i wrote this? well, i’m a hoe so the answer may or may not be three different people… bUT ANYWAYS,, i thought that this kind of scenario would be best as an optional bias one, so i do hope you’ll enjoy. ♡ )

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Tell Me When You’re Sober

Archie x Reader

Word Count: 1,008

Episode 1x9 (may contain spoilers)

Summary: (Y/N) taking care of drunk Archie at Jughead’s birthday party.

Warnings: None, I don’t think

A/N: Hi, welcome to my first fanfic on Tumblr. I’ve never done this before, so I thought I might as well give it a shot.


Archie had finally lost it.

As soon as Valerie had thrown her drink on him and left, his eyes darted around helplessly, barely landing on mine before he turned and darted inside. I quietly excused myself from talking to Kevin and Joaquin and followed after him, following his voice up the stairs and into his bedroom.

“Just don’t sign the papers, Dad, please don’t do it,” he slurred into the phone, crying uncontrollably. He ended the call, turning around and noticing me in the doorway. “(Y/N)…” he whispered softly, tears filling his eyes once more.

“Arch…” I said softly, crossing the room and pulling him into a hug. He buried his face in my neck, finally letting all of the tears out.

 “They just… Valerie doesn’t wanna talk to me, and my parents are finally getting their divorce. Jug’s mad at me. Why am I making everybody hate me?” he asked, his voice cracking.

“Hey, we don’t hate you, Archie,” I said. “C’mon. You’re really drunk right now, I think we need to get you in bed.”

“No, I don’t want to, I wanna-” he stopped suddenly, turning and running out of the room and into the bathroom, where I could hear him emptying the contents of his stomach into the toilet.

I hurried into the bathroom, kneeling next to him and rubbing his back slowly until he was done, then got him up and over to the sink so he could brush his teeth. “We really need to get you in bed, Archie,” I said again, and it was only then that he finally nodded and allowed me to get him tucked into bed. “Okay, I’m gonna go check on Jughead and make sure everything’s okay, alright?”

“No, wait,” he said, looking up at me. “will you stay with me? Please?” I nodded slowly, walking back over and climbing onto the other side of the bed next to him. “Does Jughead hate me?”

“No,” I shook my head, “he just doesn’t like parties, remember? And there’s a big one happening downstairs.”

“Valerie hates me,” he said matter-of-factly. “she threw her drink at me and left because I shut her out.”

“Valerie just needs time,” I assured him. “she’ll come around. Maybe you two just weren’t meant to be a couple. That doesn’t mean you can’t still be friends.”

“Do my parents hate me?” he asked then.

“No,” I said. “Arch, they love you. If anything, the divorce might be good. The three of you can finally get the closure you need, and you can move on from all of that.”

“And do you hate me, (Y/N)?” he asked finally.

“What?” I asked. “Where would you even get that idea from?”

“You haven’t talked to me in weeks,” he pointed out. “you’ve been avoiding me.”

It wasn’t as if I planned to avoid him. Things had just gotten so crazy with Jughead’s birthday and trying to figure out who killed Jason that Archie and I hadn’t had time to see each other. We’ve been best friends forever, and most nights were spent at Pop’s with a burger and a milkshake, but we were both just so busy that it hadn’t been able to happen for awhile.

“Arch, I’m so sorry,” I said. “I didn’t mean it. Things have just been crazy, you know that. I never meant to shut you out.”

“Because I love you,” he said then.

“I love you too, Archie,” I said, brushing a stray strand of hair from his face. “you know I do.”

“No,” he said, shaking his head. “you don’t get it. I love you, (Y/N/N). Like, love you, love you. In love with you.”

“You’re just drunk, Arch,” I reminded him. “you don’t mean all of these things.”

“Dammit, (Y/N), yes, I do mean it,” he said. “You’re sweet. You’re smart, funny, and God, you’re so beautiful. Why can’t you see how in love with you I am?”

“Tell me when you’re sober, then,” I said.

“I will,” he said, nodding. “I’ll tell you a thousand times.”

“Go to sleep,” I told him then. “and we’ll see how you feel in the morning,”

“Only if you stay with me,” he said, “promise?”

“I promise,” I said, climbing under the covers and crawling next to him as his eyes grew heavy.


I first opened my eyes to the bright sunlight streaming in through the window, and then the sound of Archie groaning next to me and trying to use his pillow to shield his eyes from the light.

I quickly got up out of bed, crossing over to the other side of the room and closing the blinds. I then walked back over towards Archie, kneeling down next to his side of the bed.

“Morning, sleepyhead,” I said softly, “can I get you anything?”

“Only you back in bed with me,” he said, slowly moving the pillow away from his face now that it wasn’t so blinding. 

I nodded then, climbing back in bed and snuggling into his side. “So, you’re definitely not drunk anymore?”

“Nope,” he said, shaking his head, “and I definitely still feel the way about you as I did last night. That is, if you feel the same way.”

“Yanno, I think that can definitely be arranged,” I said with a smile, and his eyes lit up as a smile spread across his face as he leaned over, closing the distance between us by kissing me softly.

“And now that I’m sober,” Archie said playfully, breaking the kiss, “I can say it and have you know that I really mean it. I love you, (Y/N) (Y/L/N).”

“I love you too, Archie Andrews,”

Lost Boy | TEN

Genre: peter pan!au | a wave of angst  | drops of fluffiness at the end

The star: Ten / Reader

Word count: 7 257 holy crappp

A/N: I wrote this one based on a song I heard. Special thanks to Lauren, for correcting my one hundred and one faults. If there’s any grammatical mistake left, please forgive me. 

Synopsis : “You hurt me, Y/N.” He said, making the saddest face he could. “As you don’t remember, I’ll introduce myself again. Like twelve years ago.” He took a deep breath, closed his eyes for a moment and suddenly jumped on top of the bed, surprising you. “My name is Ten! I am the tenth lost boy!”

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me: ah so the trailer is out, we finally got some answers, some new content. i’m pretty at peace with what’s going on :) the overwhelming excitement has died down a little, it’s all good 

me, 15 minutes later, on the verge of tears: okay but i’m actually so emotional about this. why do i randomly feel like crying. why am i getting hit by this wave of emotions. i never thought i’d love a show and its characters so much. how did this just happen to me like that. i just. i love skam so much 

Nightmares

One shot CaptainSwan fic. Killian is back from Neverland and his nightmares have returned. He needs help getting through the night. Angst and sex. Just like I like it 😏Rated M for smut.

Killian could smell smoke. It was acrid and so thick it permeated the skin of all those near it. He could hear the crying of those trapped down in the underworld with him and covered his ears in a pathetic attempt to drown them out. Not even the cries of the Lost Boys compared to the cries of the tortured souls Hades kept locked here. He closed his eyes but could still see the dank, cement walls of his cell. The moisture that collected there called out to him, begging him to quench his thirst, but he knew that if he did, it would scorch his tongue.  It hurt to breathe and the beating he’d just taken at Hades command left him with at least one broken rib. It was dark and so hot and damp he had chills dimpling his flesh. He heard something coming closer to him. It sounded like hooves hitting concrete. He felt hot breath hit the back of his neck and knew someone or something was behind him. Too terrified to move he stood there, eyes closed praying it goes away. When he opens them, he is on the Jolly Roger. He takes a deep breath, relaxing instantly. The wheel beneath his hands, he can see his crew scurrying about performing their duties. The sky is bright and the sun is blinding in its glow. He turns his face to the sun letting it soak into his body. Suddenly he is standing in the middle of Main St in Storybrooke. It’s dark and raining, and the street lights are making the raindrops glow. He sees David and Henry standing under the lamps, Henry clutching his grandfather’s side.  He turns and sees Emma face to face with a hooded figure. He tries to call out to her, to warn her, but he only manages to distracts he and the figure pushes a sword through her stomach. Killian cries out in anguish and runs toward her. He is crying, tears leaving hot tracks down his face. As he reaches down to pick her up, she disappears like a mist between his fingers. Looking around desperately for help he sees Rumpelstiltskin, skin golden, standing in front of his shop, grinning. Help me crocodile Killian pleads with him. And why would I do that dearie? If I help you it would surely come with a price, one you wouldn’t want to pay. You need to wake up…Killian…wake up!

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With nochoco and mod felt busy drawing for the caretaker-au blog, I need someone to help me hold down the fort here at nochocolate. Thus, I am happy to announce a new mod has joined me. Please welcome, Mod Date!


Howdy! I’m Mod Date, and I will be your host for the next couple paragraphs! Since time is G, let us get right into it! 

Undertale has been one of the few things over the past few years that has managed to nudge my brain for longer than the game’s duration. Even after the first set of tears dried up, the game’s story, characters and soundtrack drove me to keep searching for more content, particularly anything regarding Flowey and Muffet. My quest for arcane knowledge eventually led me to NoChoco, whereupon the gates snapped shut, though not like I had any plans of leaving, either. 

Now I aim to continue unraveling the threads of this wonderful game and perhaps, when everything goes according to plan, string a couple sentences together in vain hope of making sense.