how am i one of the sane ones

anonymous asked:

tfln about her having a really low and bad day and harry just being super comforting xx

Thank you for the request, love! It’s a tad angsty, but I quite like how sappy this turned out in the end haha! (Image is not mine but I wish it was)

Masterlist and TFLNs

Harry You

You’ve been awfully quiet today love, everything okay?

I’m okay, just been a long day. Don’t really wanna talk about it


Talk to me. What’s going on?

Whatever it is, I’ll try to help the best I can

Love, I know you’re reading my messages. Please don’t shut me out

Love you…

I love you too

I’m sorry I’ve been so closed off, I didn’t mean to make you feel bad

You didn’t make me feel bad, just concerned

I don’t know what’s going on and can’t do anything to make you feel better when I’m in the dark about the situation

You’re right, H, there’s nothing you can do

There’s nothing anyone can do, really

I’m a big girl, it’s nothing I haven’t handled before so just let it go

I can’t just let it go when I know you’re upset

Well do me a favor and try, yeah?


Are you upset at me?

Okay, you’re upset at me. But I’m not going to apologize when I don’t know what I did

So either tell me so I can make it right or sit there and sulk, your choice love

Way to kick me when I’m down…

I told you to let it go, just do us both a favor and listen to me. I never said I was upset with you

Fine. Talk to me when you decide to face your issues like an adult

Yes, please tell me to be an adult when you’re the one who won’t stop nagging me when I tell you to forget about it

I can’t help that my first thought is to help you when something’s wrong! Why are you punishing me for that?!

I’m not trying to punish you

I don’t want to be a burden, you have enough to deal with already and I refuse to add to that

You’re not a burden, love. I don’t know how much clearer I can be. Part of being in a relationship is being supportive and when you won’t let me I feel useless

You are far from useless, but I’m done talking about this. Clearly we’re not getting anywhere so I’m putting an end to it

There you go again, taking the easy way out

No Harry, I’m being a fucking adult and trying to not add fuel to the fire

So now you want to be an adult? Adults communicate. You not telling me what the fuck is going on is not helping the situation. If you’d just tell me what’s wrong, we could be halfway to a solution by now







But you’re not and you can’t change that 

There, I spilled my guts. Happy now?

Obviously I’m not happy that you’re hurting, I wish I knew what to do

I knew there was nothing you could do, that’s why I asked you to drop it

I’m sure as hell not going to drop it now when I know I’m the reason you’re feeling this way

Please tell what you want me to do and I’ll do it

I don’t want you to do anything, I just wish I wasn’t missing you so hard and that this was a little easier. I should be used to the touring life, but it seems to get more and more difficult each time you have to go away

I’m sorry if I’m making you feel bad, I hope you know I’m not doing it intentionally

You don’t think I miss you more and more every day? Love, I’d do anything to have you be here or me be there

I feel like a burden, you have much more important things to be dealing with than silly old me

Please stop saying you’re being a burden and that you’re not as important as my job. I’ll have lots of tours but I’ll only have one of you and I plan on keeping you for as long as you’ll have me

You mean it?

I’ve never meant anything more in my life. As much as I miss you, knowing that I get to come home to you is what keeps me going. I know you’ll be there, no matter what happens. Baby, you’ve been my biggest supporter for longer than I deserve and I could never show you or tell you how thankful I am for you. When this all ends, I know you’ll still be there. You’re the one thing that’ll never change. Do you know how fucking lucky I am that you’re the one thing I don’t have to worry about? You keep me sane and you love me more than I deserve.x

I just need you to remember that I love you more than you can ever imagine and when you’re having an off day you need to tell me so I can love you a little extra. I can’t alway be there, but I can always tell you I love you.x

I’m full on sobbing now. Thanks for that, babe

Happy tears I hope

Very happy tears, I don’t know what I did to deserve you

I think the same thing every day, love

I’m just missing you a little more today

I didn’t mean to be such a bitch before, I’m sorry Harry

I’m sorry too. But please tell me the next time you’re feeling this way, hate arguing with you especially when I can’t be there in the blink of an eye. I love you.x

I will, I promise. I love you and thank you for loving me more than I can imagine

You make it easy to love you and that’s just one of the reasons why I love you so much 

Are you trying to make me cry again, because it’s working

Harry! These are gorgeous! You honestly didn’t have to do this, thank you so much 🖤

I was happy to, least I could do to make up for leaving

Well if you’re gonna send flowers every time you leave, you should go away more often ;)

Heyyyyyy… mean

Kidding, kidding…

Hurry back to me? 

I’ll do my best, love. Wait for me?

Always 🖤


TFLN request? Ask away! Feedback is appreciated!

anonymous asked:

Nalu. "Is that a kitten in your sweater?! Can i pet it?"

Would you believe,that i actually forgot i’d open requests last week????

Like jeez what’s wrong with me?? Maybe it’s the stress, maybe it’s school, heck if I know but hey! Here’s something else!

Thank you for the request kind anon( and sorry for the wait!) So please enjoy!

Man, bus experiences were weird. It was like stepping onto a bus flung you to another realm where the impossible and improbable were commonplace.

Lucy met her best friend on a bus, when the driver slammed the brakes without warning and Levy’s book went flying in her face. There was a guy who came on fully-clothed and left in just his pants and undershirt.

Then there was the yodelling guy, the coyote asleep on the seat next to her, the lady dressed as Santa Claus in the middle of summer.

She could go on and on about the weird stuff she’d seen on a daily basis but at least today it was something cute.

A soft ‘mrrw’ bubbled up from the guy next to her, pulling Lucy out of her novel to cast a side glance at him as he fiddled with his phone.

He was quite……pink. From his dyed hair to his near purple sweater to the headphones that leaked an unfamiliar rhythm and the twisting tendrils of a tattoo that wrapped his throat.

He was very, very pink but Lucy had to admit, it suited him.

Mr.Pink shuffled in his seat, tugging at his sweater and another ‘mrrw’ erupted from him. Specifically from the sweater.

Lucy’s eyes dropped low-not inappropriate low, but low enough- to spy an odd lump in the sweater, that moved.

It wriggled unnaturally and well, anyone would stare if they saw some guy’s clothes dancing on its own, wouldn’t they? So it was only fair that Lucy’s eyes stayed glued on that spot that wasn’t inappropriately low.

‘mrrw mrrw mrrw’ ‘mrrw mrrw mrrw’ ‘mrrw mrrw meow’

Mr. Pink sighed, more annoyed than anything else and dove his hand under the sweater, rummaging around a bit and with a little grunt, casually pulled out a kitten that was a odd bluey-gray. He tucked the little thing in the crook of his arm and absently scratched its ears, eyes drifting back to the phone with a smile.

“You just couldn’t keep quiet could you lil’ guy?” “Meow.”

Oh God. He has a cat.

Even better, he has a kitten. All the good cattiness compacted in a small and ridiculously cute package.

She had to pet it, now that she’d seen the little fluffball Lucy’s day would not be complete without touching it.

So of course she had to prod his shoulder. Maybe a little bit too hard but hey, his eyes shot off the phone in an instant, confusion very clear on his face as he reached to pull off the headphones.

Four piercings on his ear greeted her; two hoops, a simple bar and -surprise,surprise- a pink stud to top them all off.

“Yes?” He asked, brow quirked.

“You have a cat.” Lucy stated plainly. “Yup.”

“And it was in your sweater.” “Uh-huh…..?”

“Can, can I pet it?”

Rather boldly she outstretched her fingers towards his travel sized companion who sniffed them curiously, then meowing back at its owner as though approving her request.

Pinkie chuckled, scooping up his pet and gently plopping it in Lucy’s lap with a goofy smile. Lucy wished she could describe the sound she made.

“Happy likes to chew fingers,” He warned as she scratched the kitten’s chin. Happy immediately bit down on her finger. “Too late.”

“Happy? Is it because he’s always happy?” Pinkie shrugged’ “Nah. He’s kind of an ass, but he makes me happy so, yeah.”

“That’s mean!” She laughed. “He’s just a lil’ baby! Aren’t you?”  Said lil’ baby was held aloft, with various kissy faces and coos directed at him.

“He’s chewed through 3 different pairs of shoes with those razors in his mouth and almost got himself killed climbing out on the sill.”

“He’s adventurous.” “He’s crazy.”

Lucy smirked, lowering Happy back to her lap with a gleam in her eye and a smirk on her lips. “Might I daresay, a bit like his owner?”

If he was intrigued by her before her statement must’ve doubled such feelings. He swiveled in his seat to face her properly, his smirk mirroring hers.

“And how am I crazy?” “No-one completely sane carries a cat in their sweater.” Lucy stated simply. Happy meowed in what she thought was agreement.

“You expect me to leave a baby home by himself? What kind of parent do you think I am?” He clutched his chest in mock outrage.

“A weird one who dresses in full pink.” She teased. “I hate to break it to you, uh……” “Natsu.”

“Natsu.” She said with a smile, quite liking how the name rolled off her tongue. “I’m Lucy and I really hate to break it to you but most people don’t usually deck themselves out in a one colour outfit.”

Natsu ran his fingers through his hair, unintentionally showing her its pale red roots. He closed his eyes in thought. “You raise some valid points there my new bus friend who’s pretty weird herself.”

“I-” “But!” One eye flew open to focus on her, twinkling with mischief. “Don’t you think cat fatherhood and pink overload works for me?”

“Sadly, yes.” Lucy grinned.

This guy was definitely friend material.

So after reading the JDM/NR interview, I’m going to give my two cents on it. Some of you might disagree with what I say, but that’s okay b/c we all have our own opinions and we are civil about it… b/c we’re the sane ones :p

1) JDM

I know I’m not the only one who thinks that what he said was actually very thoughtful. It was so much better than what we had to deal with yesterday *cough* Josh *cough*

How he described Caryl basically highlighted every aspect of a ‘healthy relationship’, which is a mixture of a nuturing relationship with friendship and sexual tension. To him, even though they haven’t actually made the jump, Caryl is still a lovely thing to watch. I for one was very happy with what he said. 

2) NR

I am very happy that he did acknowledge how strong their relationship is, and how excited he gets to work with Melissa and how lucky he is to have scenes with her (McReedus cuteness!). Plus my favorite quite: “As far as romances go, he already has a relationship with Carol.”… *squeals*

It’s nice for him to reiterate that there is a possibility of a romance between them since they already have a strong relationship. Now here’s where you might disagree with me. 

When he said that Caryl had become such a larger than life thing that he was kind of afraid to mess with it, I honestly didn’t blame him for feeling nervous, and here’s why:

These past few weeks are a prime example as to how easily this fandom jumps to conclusions on spoilers or comments. I’m not saying we’re at fault, for we should be allowed a bit of leeway for reacting… It’s been 7 long seasons and TWD made us so distrustful, so naturally we have a short fuse for anything negative against Caryl. 

At the same time, the haters have been in full force these past few weeks, and of course certain comments from cast members don’t help with those trolls. The fandom is practically alive with reactions right now towards either anything that’s tied to Caryl (good or bad) or what happens in Norman’s life… unfortunately. 

We just need to understand that due to our patience wearing thin, we are nearly demanding more unambiguous answers from NR as well as anyone else who’s willing to comment from the show. Added to the fact that we’re fighting against ageist assholes, we’re begging for NR or anyone close by to debunk that idea that Carol has a mother/son bond with Daryl. 

So when NR continues to give us vague answers, like in this interview, we get pissed off at him very quickly.

My point is, NR was mentioning how people freak out when nothing happens and freak out when something does happen. He knows there’s going to be a big reaction to Caryl going canon, and so naturally, he’s nervous. I do actually understand his anxiety because with how nuts the fandom (both the good guys and the trolls) can be, especially recently, then yeah it would be a little nerve wracking to see both sides of it explode. 

Hell, it might turn into a war with us defending our new ship and the two actors against the haters that’ve come out of their crypts.

Knowing how much he adores Mel, he might even be hesitant to approach Caryl b/c he knows the hate will most likely rise with the celebrations for both of them. And remember this, anytime Norman is tied to a member of the opposite sex, no matter who she is, there are crazy fans that troll her and threaten her for being with him, and that’s been happening before the DK shenanigans (it’s worse with her I know but still). It doesn’t matter if it’s just for a tv show. They know Mel means a lot to Norman, and so for Caryl to go canon, unfortunately the hate would most likely rise for her since her character’s paired with him. So he might be nervous for her.

Now please keep in mind I’m not saying it’s a good excuse to avoid the Caryl situation, but I do at least understand the anxiety behind it. Would it be nice for him to directly shut down the stupidity that is the mother/son bond and defend Melissa? HELL YES! But we have absolutely no clue of what’s going on behind the scenes. 

Maybe he didn’t realize his choice of words would fuel the fire, maybe amc continues to tell him to play it dumb in regards to Caryl b/c they want to make it a surprise canon moment *smh*, maybe he’s not even aware at how bad the mother/son crap is… or maybe he realized his mistake but never said anything b/c Mel didn’t want him to for she didn’t want him to confront the negativity… we just don’t know.

I am a Melissa fan first and foremost, but I have complete faith that Norman’s reasoning for being hesitant to make the step has nothing to do with self representation, b/c despite his people pleasing tendencies, he cares deeply for Melissa, and he’s often said he’d be lucky if it happens. 

Just my two cents… don’t bite me :p

3 words.

Bakugou would never thought that in this lifetime Kirishima would be able to drag him to a bar right across town (just because Denki is working there and fucking asshole dragging him into one of his schemes just to flirt with his fucking gross boyfriend) especially with fucking Deku and Half ‘n Half in a tow. He never expected he would even share a table with them — not entirely in this lifetime.

He ignores the glances Deku gives him and drowns another glass of beer. Of fucking course, of all fucking people who had to expose his stupid fucking crush (which he’d like to forget, thank you very fucking much) to fucking Half ‘n Half — it had to be this twerp who gives Bakugou meaningful glances which he tries to brush off every single time.

Hey, it’s not like he needs Deku to fucking intervene and it’s not like his fucking crush won’t go away (it fucking doesn’t) and he tries his goddamn hardest (he actually does, but fucking Half ‘n Half and his fucking smile and the way his nose scrunches up when he finds something mildly disgusting and the way his eyes seem to light up— and yes, Bakugou is so fucked) to bury these feelings deep down.

“How’s job hunting gone for you, Midoriya?” He is temporarily snapped out of his thoughts as Bakugou hears Todoroki say. His lips are on the edge of the glass, the liquid intruding his mouth and Bakugou suddenly thinks he wants to be beer all of a sudden. Fuck.

Deku scrunches his nose clearly in distaste. “Bad. I mean, describe yourself in 3 words. How would I even describe myself in three words?”

“Scaredy cat. Pebble. Anxiety.”

“Technically, those are four words.” Todoroki counters Bakugou’s statement with a half-smile that Bakugou hates so much because it makes him want to do nothing but wonder how he would smile underneath Bakugou— nope, he needs to fucking erase every single thing, right now. “Besides, how would you even describe yourself?”

“Confident. Brave. Best.”

At this, Todoroki’s lips quirk uo slightly. “Best, huh? That’s not what our weekly monopoly says.”

“Shut up.” Bakugou says, though a small pout arises. “I hate monopoly.”


At the middle of the night (with Kirishima and Denki almost making out in the counter, Todoroki is almost dazed with Irish Whiskey, nobody knows how they have fucking Irish Whiskey in this place and Bakugou still sober enough to drive), Deku broughts up the question again.

“Hey Todoroki, how would you describe Kacchan?”

Bakugou is glaring daggers at Deku now, his fist clench and it takes all of his courage not to walk away (of course, not because he wants to hear Todoroki say about him, nope). And those glares are brushed off by Deku. Well touché.

“Hmm?” Looks like Todoroki is still sane enough to answer Deku’s question. “Dense. Strong. Stupid.”

“Hey fuck you! I am not stupid!”

“Remember that one time when we had to pry you—”

“That was one time!”

“And the time when we went to the museum—”

“It was the stupid guard’s fault!” Bakugou grumbles and sees the small smile on Todoroki’s face. He averts his gaze.

He hates this.


More drinks come into their way and Todoroki is more than a little dazed.

“Three words.”

“Stupid. Selfless. Reckless.”

“Four words.”

“He makes me worry.” Todoroki grumbles, his tone low and it makes Bakugou step back slightly.

“Five words.”

“I want to kiss him.”

Bakugou.exe has stopped working.

Deku smiles. “Seven words.”

“I really want to kiss his stupid face.”

Deku smiles. “That was eight words, Todoroki.” Todoroki merely hums and mutters a small, is it? that may or may not be Bakugou’s hallucination because at this point, Bakugou fucking thinks he’s hallucinating or dreaming, or he died and went to fucking heaven.

“Eight words.”

“I really really want to kiss him now.”

Deku pats Bakugou in the back before he brushes past Todoroki, whispering. “One word, Todoroki.”

Todoroki looks at him; his unmatched eyes gazing on the edges of Bakugou’s soul, dazed. His cheeks are red (probably from the whiskey) and his mouth is half-open and it makes Bakugou jolt and it takes all of his self-control not to press Todoroki on the couch and invade his personal space.

Todoroki’s voice is soft — almost a whisper. “Please?”

And it snaps Bakugou’s self control.

To hell with self-control. He pushes Todoroki on the couch with force enough to make Todoroki’s eyes go wide slightly and winces a little. Todoroki’s eyes are wide with wonder and his mouth opens in surprise.

Bakugou supposes he was dreaming and he wanted nothing more than to sleep forever if this was the kind of dream he was having. Todoroki’s warmth is next to him and his arms clutch Bakugou tightly like he doesn’t want Bakugou to let go.

At this point, Bakugou doesn’t even have enough will power to let Todoroki go.

“Bakugou.” Todoroki’s voice is merely a whisper, his eyes closed and his breathing ragged.

“Three words.” Bakugou whispers back. “I… kinda like you?”

Todoroki hums, placing his head on the crook of Bakugou’s neck. “Those are four words, Bakugou.”

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Fandom: Skam
Ship: Noora x William
Summary: William understands why Noora left. He just wishes that she’d said something. That she’d say anything.

companion piece to x

(Because @gamorra dared me to write Noorhelm angst and this is the best I could come up with.)

From: William Magnusson
To: Noora Amalie Sætre


Your things are gone. You’re gone. You just left, Noora, why  

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Markiplier plays “I am Bread” - sentence starters - part 3

1. “My bread seems to have grown some fur, but that’s okay.” 

2. “I don’t care if this is pretty much cheating at this point.” 

3. “It is fucking mocking me, and I don’t appreciate that.” 

4. “I don’t understand why you’re a sack of shit!” 

5. “Oh, you’re going to have an attitude about this, are you?” 

6. “I don’t like you, and you don’t like me, but you know we gotta get through this together.” 

7. “You gotta go, buddy, you gotta go.” 

8. “I could kiss you.” 

9. “Okay, we have a will, we have a way.” 

10. “Oh god, we’re running out of time.” 

11. “I’m so close, don’t let me lose!” 

12. “I know I don’t have to nudge, but it makes me feel safe.” 

13. “This is bizarre and weird and I’m okay with it.”   

14. “All I want to do is have some god-damned fun.” 

15. “Oh my god, are you kidding me?” 

16. “That one was a nightmare.” 

17. “There comes a time in everybody’s life when they must sacrifice for the greater good, and this is not that fucking time.” 

18. “As long as we think the most peaceful thoughts in the world, we will be okay.” 

19. “Oh, you fucked up. You fucked up, here comes a stabbing.” 

20. “You guys don’t understand how much I literally hate this game.” 

21. “Excuse me breathing like a beast in your ear. It’s the only thing I can do to stay sane.” 

22. “I saw my life flash before my eyes.” 

23. “What are you doing? Why are you doing that?” 

24. “I will literally kill you.” 

25. “I close my eyes for one second, and you try to betray me.” 

26. “I hate you with every fiber of my being.” 

27. “I have done it. I am victorious.” 

28. “At least this one is something not horrifying.” 

29. “If you could just, you know, not do those things you’re doing now, that would be great.” 

30. “If I let go, are you going to fall over?” 

31. “I went the long way around, didn’t I?” 

32. “I don’t know what that is, but okay.” 

33. “I don’t know what we did, but we did something.” 

34. “Rest. Just rest. Take a break.”

35. “Oh, come on. Be nice to me.” 

36. “Why would you do that to me?” 

37. “I don’t understand your logic.”   

Lets Go Home-Sehun

Suicide Squad AU

//I do not own these gifs\

“WHERE IS SHE?!” He screamed, throwing his glass of wine at the wall. The two men that guarded the door nervously looked at each other.

“5 hours, 11 minutes and 2 seconds… that’s how long my doll has been missing..”Sehun growled out, tapping the tip of his gun to his own head.

He walked up to the two guards and held one of their cheeks, “Do you want to know what’s going to happen.. if I don’t get her back?”

He looked at the other man and laughed,” I’m going to blow up this entire city!”

“B-boss… we can’t”

He held his hand up and shook his head, “Ah ah ah.. you see.. you will find her,” he pulled the man closer to him and whispered in his ear, “because if you don’t.. I will make sure you die a very.. very.. very.. slow death.”

Pushing the man away from him, Sehun laughed loudly and sat in his chair, “FIND HER!”


You opened your eyes and closed them again tightly. “Bright light!” You shouted.

“You really are crazy, Y/n” Someone said from behind you. You slowly stood to your feet and turned around.

“How did a doctor end up being just as crazy as her patient?” They asked. You tilted your head and giggled.

“Mr.Oh isn’t crazy! In fact he’s the only one that I think has an ounce of sanity.”

“He’s killed so many people, how is that sane?”

You stopped laughing and rolled your eyes, “Well..! He’s sexy and I’m pretty sure that sexiness over powers sanity.” You walked closer to the person thinking it was going to be Batman but it wasn’t… it was one of Sehun’s guards.

“Wh.. how did you?.. Where am I?!” You shouted at the man. He chuckled and walked towards you.

“You parade around thinking you’re untouchable, thinking your some kind of Queen or something. You have another thing coming sweetheart,” He pushed you against the wall and wrapped his hands around your throat, “I promise that once you go back to Oh, you’ll feel like the scum that you are.”He whispered in your ear, licking the side of your face.

“Is that so?” You asked giggling.

“Why are you laughing? You should be scared!” He yelled in your face, tightening his grip around your throat.

You giggled again, pulling a pen out of your hair, “Why. So. Serious?” You asked before pushing the button down on the pen.

The wall at the top of the stairs exploded, creating a hole. Men rushed in from all sides but the man was still holding your throat. You clawed at his arms and eventually he let go. Falling to your knees you caught your breath and stood up, cracking your neck. You were met with a chest in front of you.

You looked up and saw Sehun, “PUDDIN’!” You screamed as you jumped on him.

“Hello baby. You’ve been a bad girl haven’t you?“

"No!” You pouted.

“You got caught by B, and then stolen by a guard.. you’ve been bad.” He tsked looking down at you.

He saw the finger prints around your neck and growled. “Did he hurt you, doll?” Sehun asked, turning to face the traitor.

“Yes! He’s been awfully mean.” You whined from behind him.

He tsked and slowly walked towards the traitor. He pulled out his gun and pointed it at the man’s kneecaps. “No one touches my Queen.” He shot.

“Bring him to the car, he’s in for a long night.” Sehun shouted.

“Puddin, are you mad at me?” You poured and batted your eyelashes.

“I could never be mad at you.” He bent down and bit your lip before kissing you. “Lets go home baby.”

anonymous asked:

Lovin' this blog. May I please request prompt 14 with Pentagon's JinHo, please? ❤️

Just kiss me already

It feels like Pentagon is taking over this game xD


Prompt game

Prompt 14:  ‘I’m super ticklish and you always use it against me when I’m angry and now we’re a mess on the couch and you’re kind of laying on top of me and hugging me so you won’t fall down and I realise how much I’ve been aching to kiss you forever’

Genre: Fluff???? Idk xD

Word count: 971

“Jo Jinho!” Jinho stood still like a statue as I stalked over to him, anger evident in both my eyes and my tone. “Where is the last cupcake?” he gulped noticeably which only proved my suspicion.

“I’m sorry, I was just really hungry and you know I can’t cook and that was the only thing in the fridge that didn’t need cooking so I ate it but I can buy you a new one if you want to,” he said all of this in one breath and I almost didn’t catch what he said. Glaring at him I gave him a piece of my mind.

“You can’t buy me a new one because I was the one who made them. All of you boys already had one each and then you took the last one and now I haven’t eaten any at all.” you could say this was a pretty lame argument but I was extremely stressed thanks to exam week coming up soon and I needed my sugar to stay sane which Jinho definitely knew about. He knew how sensitive I am during this period of the year and he still goes and does something like this. Hadn’t he known me long enough to understand that that was not a good idea?

Annoyed at his lack of response I turned on my heel and plopped down on the couch, hands crossed over my chest and a pout covering my lips. Jinho slowly made his way towards me, careful not to make any harsh movements in order not to anger me further. Then he sat down on the couch, putting his arm around me to let me lean against him and maybe cool down. I shook off his arm, denying him any success and turned my back towards him.

“I did say I was sorry.” he mumbled, clearly regretting his actions.

“That doesn’t bring my cupcake back.” a sigh was heard from behind me and I figured he’d given up in pleasing me. My stomach rumbled and I figured that if I can’t stuff myself with the cupcake I should stuff myself with something else. I stood up and started taking a step in the direction of the kitchen but was stopped and pulled back abruptly when Jinho wrapped his arms around my midsection. Too tired to fight back I let him pull me down beside him and cuddle into my side. However, I didn’t do any advances to cuddle him back which he did not appreciate as he started whining about it.

“Come on, you know you can’t resist my cuddles.” he hugged me closer and a fond smile appeared on my face for a second before I willed it back into a frown. I considered the possibility of him having a sixth sense as he started teasing me about giving in. “It’s working isn’t it, you’re probably smiling and turning soft already.” annoyed at his cockiness I made an attempt at getting away but he only pulled me back once again and leaned over me, a playful luck lurking in his dark eyes. “Oh, you shouldn’t have done that.” then he attacked my waist with his slim fingers, causing me to panic as laughter erupted from both our mouths. His fingers danced over my body as he attacked the spots he remembered to be the most ticklish; such as my collarbones, my waist and my thighs. My hands found his and I tried prying them off of me but he was too strong, gripping both my wrists in one of his hand while the other one continued its assault. Now defenceless, I tried calming down in order to decrease the effect of his relentless tickling, to no success, he only went harder than before and it all ended with me nearly kicking him off the couch. He wrapped his arms fully around me to prevent his fall and froze, shocked at the sudden turn of events. He lifted his head and looked me into the eyes and I realised how close we actually were to each other. I scanned every corner of his face, from his monolid eyes to the length of his nose and finally down to the curve of his lips, from which I could not tear my gaze from. Out of nervousness he flicked out his tongue and licked his lower lip causing my breath to hitch. Have I always been feeling like this? Have I always had the thought of kissing my best friend in the back of my mind?

I hadn’t even realised Jinho had leaned in before he was only an inch away from my lips. He gulped visibly, wondering if he should go for it. He didn’t have to think for long before I took matters into my own hands and swiftly pressed my lips against his. The shock pulsed through him for a second before he started responding, a bit timid at first but as time went on he got more into it and therefore more passionate. His lips were smooth and he used them to open up my mouth and take things even further. Soon enough we were pulling away thanks to the need for oxygen. We stared at each other for a bit, neither of us knowing what to say.

“That was….” he started, obviously looking for the right words. “…. better than expected.” a giggle left my lips as I smacked his shoulder playfully.

“You mean you’ve been thinking about this before?” he shrugged.

“Well, yeah. A lot actually.” his bluntness brought a blush to my cheeks causing him to grin at my reaction. Then his expression changed and his lips formed a pout.

“I really am sorry about the cupcake.” I just shook my head rapidly.

“Just continue kissing me already.” I didn’t have to tell him twice.

Random One Line Prompts

2. “You’re a rap star now?”
3. “I am SO not doing THAT.”
4. “We are rich? Since when?”
5. “Don’t you love when murder benefits you?”
6. “I made some brownies.”
7. “How can you order a pizza in this chaos?”
8. “I never said I was sane.”
9. “Stars are so cool my dude.”
10. “We might die. But yolo. Am I right?”
11. “A turtle? Dude.”
12. “A dinosaur is here.”
13. “Just because I am here. And you are there. Doesn’t mean we have to resort to this.”
14. “Hit me!”
15. “People are like, just so annoying.”

I have always been touchy when productions of Hamlet  kind of neglected Horatio (looking at you Barbican production), Laertes or Fortinbras as character by either cutting or riduculing their scenes. And by touchy I mean more furious than a person should probably be to be considered quite normal…

However thinking about it, it just occured to me (better late than never) why this might be the case: With the loss of these characters the character of Hamlet looses too.

Each oft them acts as a counterbalance to one of Hamlet’s traits, or rather each represents  the good example for one of the things Hamlet, in his conflicted state, is failing to achieve:

Horatio is he reasonable one. He is calm, not even a ghost can upset him deeply, ghe even actively talks to it.  Horatio is sensible, careful and sane. Madness, as one might fear it has taken hold of Hamlet, never touches him, never once we would suspect him of being mad (and in that he is a rare exception among the characters n  Elsinore, it is like being sane in Wonderland).

Laertes is the active one. While Hamlet ponders, doubts, worries and hesitates about which course to take to avenge his father, Laertes casually steers up a revoultion (!!!!!!) to take over the throne and take revenge upon his father’s murderer. Furthermore we see in him true dedication to his family. While I am sometimes not sure how much Hamlet truely cares about his parents or if it is rather filial duty and a sense of honour guiding him, Laertes, who is also honourable, is a truely devoted son and brother who is heartbroken to loose his father and see his  sister follow him to his death bit by bit… Of course his desire for action leads him to be manipulated by Claudius, but he showed how swift revenge could be.

Fortinbras is the  good king and also stands for action. While we don’t see Hamlet act as Prince of Denmark at all, too busy with his family affairs to take care of affairs of the state (after all his country is just being invaded, some people would be a tad concerned about that) Fortinbras is pursuing his aim, conquers the land as it fits a great king and by doing so also achieves, though faced with far greater difficulty, what Hamlet fails to achieve for so long: He avenges his father.

These three men all pointedly show traits of character that Hamlet does not poesses, and by them showing these the lack of them becomes more apparent and we understand a bit more of him.

Don’t ask me why

I am laughing. It’s fucking hilarious. How much and how little we care. I have always identified with the man losing his mind in the street, the one screaming and laughing and crying. The one tearing his hair out, the one pissing himself, the guy you don’t want to ask, ‘why’. Yeah I get it buddy, if you really get to thinking about it, he’s probably the most sane of all of us, just less deluded.

Wrapped in warm wet lies to get us through a life long panic attack. Laughing at the horror of it all because, it sure is some sick sense of humour that we get to exist, and bare witness to insanity without being able to do anything about it.

And laughing because I can see all the safe little delusions, our manic suppression of reality, our meaningless ideas of ‘importance’ and ‘value’. The constant distractions until we die, never accepting it, only avoiding it to keep distracting ourselves another day.

Precious, delicate, vulnerable life, huddled in fear of loss, doing everything it can to cope with being alive for the short time it, is.

I’ve seen several comments on TVTropes labeling You’re Getting Old / Assburgers as a “wangst-filled two-parter” treating Stan as a kid who gets depressed for no reason. I feel like a number of people are missing several key factors as to why Stan has ended up like this.

1) Depression and alcoholism are genetic in the Marsh family.

The first hint we get of this dates back to season 1 with Marvin Marsh attempting suicide and is shown to be an alcoholic in Trapped in the Closet.

Randy and Sharon themselves say they’re unhappy with their lives. Sharon is shown to be frustrated with her husband, and of course there’s Randy and his alcoholism…

Shelley reveals the potential that she is unpopular at her school in Cat Orgy based on the fact she’s considered ugly. She’s also shown to get angry incredibly easy (which is a symptom for depression).

And leading back to Stan, he feels like he’s in a disposition of being unable to trust anybody. The only person he’ll open up to is Kyle, who oftentimes feels like Stan needs to be on his own.

2) Possible fear of growing up.

This is mostly a speculation, but how does Stan view the adults? Basically that they’re stupid and react too quickly to situations.

So instead of a fear of growing up coming from being irresponsible, the fear comes from not wanting to become stupid like the majority of adults.

Turning ten most likely had him realize that he has no choice in growing up, which likely led to everything being shit in his eyes.

3) Has a best friend who doesn’t give nearly the same amount of effort and appreciation as vice-versa.

Now, it is not here I’m going to say Kyle is a bad friend or anything else of similarity. Kyle definitely has his own shit he deals with, and it was understanding that he didn’t want to be around Stan when he was being a downer (although I will not excuse him for saying that they can’t be friends because he was friends with Cartman).

However, it cannot be argued that Stan does go to greater lengths than Kyle to keep their friendship in tact. Even though Kyle is by no means an asshole, it wouldn’t be surprising that in Stan’s view his efforts are getting no appreciation, which can make anybody feel shitty. The Black Friday trilogy definitely shows there’s possibly a deeper root to Stan’s breakdown than just disagreeing on different game counsels. Hopefully, Kyle has finally been hit in the head enough to realize this as he promises to get a PS4 for Stan without the need for an X-Box.

4) Shows an inability for expressing feelings.

It’s been shown that when Stan gets angry, frustrated, or depressed he tends to shut down which can sometimes lead to acting irrationally. This strongly indicates that Stan is an introvert and has difficulty trusting in others. Unlike stoic characters Craig and possibly Kenny, Stan is emotionally sensitive and has a need for showing strong feelings, but doesn’t know how.

This likely comes from two sources: growing up and dealing with pressures for being a guy, and having the burden of being The Only Sane Man for everybody else.

Starting with the first one, I’ll admit straight up this will probably be inaccurate considering I am a girl, but one thing I can tell for sure is that guys who are sensitive tend to get a lot of flak, being expected by a number of people to shake off insults easily which comes from gender norms that are pressured on almost everybody since a very young age. The show itself gives some good hints of this. Butters himself gets a lot of shit for showing a softer side, but truth might be he’s not as bothered by this as Stan.

This might be why there seems to be an air of detachment from Stan sometimes, either as a way to shake off hurt feelings or anger and frustration boiling from below the surface.

As for the second one, it’s no surprise that Stan demonstrates strengths in keeping a cool head during stressful situations and an ability to make smarter decisions. Perhaps he doesn’t want to lose this credibility, so he is scared of displaying any strong emotions out of the fear he might do something.

So, no, Stan isn’t sad for no reason or an asshole because he’s depressed. I find it pretty disheartening that the first impression people give to somebody with depression is that they need to realize people out there have it worse, and they have no right to get sad at times. To a lesser extent, I don’t get why Kyle has it worse than Stan to some people. This is the same character who comes from the most decent family of the major characters, doesn’t have to live with someone who beats the crap out of him, and has an extremely loyal best friend when Stan might have it just as bad or possibly worse.

Some nights we aren’t what’s happened to us & some nights that’s all we are. That’s all we can think of. What has happened to me? What is happening to me? & fortunately or unfortunately what will happen to us. Will what’s happened to us play in to what is happening? Yes. What’s going to happen? Well, for the people who can’t completely forget, yes. Some days the images will drive you mad & some days they won’t bother you at all. It takes all but one second to lose your mind when you’re holding sanity like a chained beast. & why do I say sanity? Because who I am now, is insane. I try extremely hard to be sane. Sometimes it’s almost insane how hard I try. That is how I know, I am not that person. I am the one that it’s easiest to be, & it’s easiest to be Andy, Andy Insanity.

Andy Insanity

liar, liar. || one.

bts criminal \ gang au   ||    2,005 words 10,849 characters

chapter one— pouty lips, sad eyes.

angst & fluff. 

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song recommendation :: too afraid to love you - dylan gardner

trigger warnings: the next gif.

Originally posted by mvssmedia

i am not sane, i am psychotic.

people around me are constantly trying to prove a point. they’re repeatedly becoming more and more vulnerable to those around them.

i simply don’t understand.

why would anyone want to open up and be honest about the one thing they can hide.

the one thing no one can figure out besides them.


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[This fic was requested anonymously, requests are always accepted at any time. Enjoy.]

 “You got the gig, can you be here in ten minutes?” A clipped voice said without a formal greeting.
 “I- oh wow- I got- ten minutes that’s a bit-”
 “Fine, twenty. Don’t be late.”
 And with that the line went dead. I’ll just have to change in the taxi, there is no other way around it but the only thing that mattered was that I got the gig. It was daunting, there was always a chance that he would be there, it was his club after all. Part of me hoped he’d be gone, part of me hoped he would be off terrorizing the Bat and as far away from that glittering gold stage as can be. However, another part hoped he’d be watching.
  My motivation to get a spot performing in Alibi was in part because of the people who usually went there. Sure, a lot of criminals were in attendance, but everyone who went to Alibi was rich. It was a chance to subtly make myself known in the off chance that at least one of those well connected yahoo’s liked my voice and wanted to buy it. The chance of getting snatched up in a little cafe was a delusion that wears off fast in Gotham, it makes you start to think bigger and a little more dangerously. 
  Another motivation was because it was the Kings club. It was the big bad King of Crimes club and if I could make it in there, I could make it in anywhere. It was hard not to think about The Joker, he is everywhere, in the papers, on the news, in the hushed whispers of frightened children. It seems like a long time ago when I was hopeful and excited in my second year of University when something happened, something bad. I remembered a quote I read from one of the papers, The Joker apparently said “All it takes is one bad day,” in regards to succumbing to madness. Now I wasn’t mad, but I wasn’t entirely sane either. I had quit school,  and changed my name and almost everything about myself in order to escape the debt and the police. Now here I am, at the ripe age of twenty three about to potentially meet a kindred spirit. 

***Mister J’s P.O.V***

  I waltzed into the club, bored already with how dull everything seemed to be. Everything was subdued as a result of the live music we’d be having tonight and I was half tempted to tell them to fuck it and get to the good stuff already. However, the first one up got my attention as I took a seat. She looked out of place and she, oh, well she knew it. I could see it in the way she tugged at her dress, and in the nervous way she gnawed at her lower lip. However there was also an air to her I found fascinating, I saw it in the clench of her fist, I could see it in the brave tilt of her chin, and in the fire in her eyes that seemed to say ‘I’m just as good as all of you, maybe even better’
  She wore a simple white dress which did nothing for her and a cardigan, but something about her screamed that she was playing with us, that what we were seeing was not her. Her gaze landed on mine and froze, I cracked my neck keeping her eyes trapped for a few moments. It was fun watching her squirm under them, but she surprised me with a smirk.
  When she finally looked away she walked up to the mic and began to spin a web.
(Recommended, start listening to Kinda Outta Luck by Lana Del Rey)

  I was born bad
  But then I met you
  You made me nice for a while
  But my dark side’s true.

 I leaned forward in my seat, watching her hands began to lure the audience in as they trailed over her body. I arched a brow as I considered the context of her words.

You never cared what I did at all
Motel singer or the silver pole
I did what I had to do…

  Her eyes found mine and she winked, her hips rolling as she slowly let her cardigan slip from her shoulders and fall to the floor at her feet. Her voice was sultry, almost cabaret-esque, I wanted to fuck her.

 Femme fatale, always on the run
 Diamonds on my wrist, whiskey on my tongue
 Before I give back, I gotta get drunk
 So get over here, pour me a cold one.

 Babe you can see that I’m danger
 Teetering off of the stage, yeah
 Sparkling in sequins, say hey-yeah

 Time to give in to the kindness of strangers.

  Is it wro-wrong that I think it’s kinda fun
  When I hit you in the back of the head with a gun?
  My daddy’s in the trunk of his brand new truck
  I really want him back, but I’m flat outta luck.

  Is it wro-wrong that I think it’s kinda fun
  When I hit you in the back of the head with a gun?
  My daddy’s in the trunk of his brand new truck

  I arched a brow as she shimmied her dress off so she stood in a white lace bustier and ruffled undies, the illusion of her innocence shattering in an instant and a low growl vibrated in my throat. 
  “You want her, boss?” Frost asked.
  “As a matter of fact,”
 Taking the mic she gripped the gold chain that hung from the ceiling, swaying her hips and making every red blooded man wish they were the chain. Her eyes found mine again and I saw a darkness in them, a mischief that suggested that this song was more than what everyone was making it to be.

  I really want him back, but I’m kinda outta luck.

  “As a matter of fact, I do,” I purred.

   Wrong, I know, killing someone
   It gets a little easier when you’ve done it once
  You know that I’m fun, you know that I’m young
  So tell me you’re mine, let’s get it on.

  She got off the stage, 

  Babe you can see that I’m danger

  I smirked, noting that she was strutting towards me.

  Glamorous, but I’m deranged, yeah

  She lowered herself so she was sitting sideways in my lap, her (Your eye colour) eyes burned right through me. 

Teetering off of the stage, yeah

  Her lips were a mere inches from mine as she sang the next line in a sultry whisper. She liked to tease, I will show her what happens when people tease me.

I said it really nicely so can you be my savior?

  And then she was gone from my lap, looking to Frost I didn’t even have to say a word, he simply nodded.

***Y/N’s P.O.V***

  I pulled my dress on in the backstage dressing room and the hairs on the back of my neck stood on end when I heard the click of a lock. Turning my head slowly, I saw Mister J standing by the door. He was swinging his cane around as he paced leisurely, his eyes locked on mine like a predator watching its prey. He looked good in a crisp silk violet dress shirt, and trousers with his gold chains around his neck. He was oddly barefoot and I couldn’t help but wonder why, but I decided that thought could be shelved at the present time.
  “Well, well, well, you are quite a surprise, Y/N” he said and I licked suddenly dry lips, not feeling it relevant to ask how he knew my name. 
  “In a bad way?” I asked, leaning against the vanity.
  “Oh no, quite the contrary. I find you… fascinating,” he purred, getting closer.
  I felt a warmth begin to spread over me like honey, grabbing my cardigan I gave him a smile. 
  “Glad you think so, catch you aro-”
  “Who did you kill?” He asked, he was in front of me now. 
 If anyone else had asked I probably would have been mildly afraid. I probably would have started planning a way to get rid of them, but he, he understood. 
  “My Professor,” 
  “How?” He asked, his cane gliding up the inside of my leg.
  “I stabbed him, I j-” I tried to compose myself as his cane trailed up my thigh, “I just kept stabbing him,”
  “Did you like it?” He asked, his cane resting between my legs every time I moved I could feel it rub against me. 
  “Yes. He deserved it, they all do when it comes down to it,” I whispered.
  He leaned in close his nose brushing against mine, “Do you want to be my friend doll, come on, I know you do,” 
  Being his ‘friend’ was a dangerous role. One that could end with me just as dead as my Professor. 
  “Now why would you want me to be your friend, Mister J?” I asked and I gasped as his hand curled around my throat.
  “Because I like what you’re selling, you want chaos I know you do, Y/N. Just say it, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty,” 
  “Please can I be your friend, Mister J?” I asked and he let the cane drop, his hands moving to slide the straps of my dress off my shoulders.
  “Lets have some fun, baby,” 
  It looks like my luck is changing.


Klaroline + Unrequited Love

anonymous asked:

Hey can you guys give me some advice? How do you deal with a sexuality crisis? I think I'm really falling for this girl and she's in the sane place I am, but years of internalized homophobia has me worried that maybe my head is just confused? I really care about this girl.... I don't want to hurt her.... How can you tell whether these feelings are legit and not just me being confused?

M!: This one is kinda a tough one for us, but we will do our best.

B!: You can always talk to her about it, tell her how you are feeling. It is also good to ask yourself is this how you truly feel. But I would try talking to her about it, it can be terrifying but at least you’ll know in the end but don’t be afraid to talk to her. Another part is rejection it can be an absolutely terrifying thought but it’s something everyone may face at a point use it as a learning experience so you’ll be able to grow as a person.

M!: It’ll be scary and hard but we know you can do it we’re both rooting for you, and we are hear to talk any time. We hope this helped.


We used to cling to one another.

Our heartbeats unified.

Our fingers caressing one another.

No words needed.

In hiding from the voices in my head, you let go of my hand.

Instead you offered your arm. So I took it.

I took it because holding any part of you kept me sane. But i never had the courage to confess how much I missed your hand.

How i still miss your hand.

But I grew to love the feel of your arms. I memorized the way your arm were shaped. I memorized the patterned lines on your elbows. They reminded me of rivers. Small but so important to earth as a whole.

In hiding from the voices in my head, you took back your arm.

Instead you stood behind me offering your voice next to my ear. So i took it.

I took it because your voice was so sweet when you whispered “I’m here” that i could taste the letters on my tongue. My taste buds dance to the euphoric beat of your voice.

So that when you stopped talking my eyes flew open. I didn’t even know they were closed. I opened my eyes and you were gone.

I searched for you but I could not find you. I search for you but no one could give me any leads on how to find you. I searched and search. And I still continue to search. I want to believe that I will never stop searching. But my bones have grown tired from running. My heart has grown tired of remembering. My lungs tired of crying.

The voices in my head have been driving me insane. I have considered befriending them instead. My hands are always cold. So cold no attempt of heating them up has worked. I sleep with music blasting against my eardrums. Trying to forget your voice. Trying to find a better one. 

un-pandicornio-sexy  asked:

Can you do the 6 with Calum? LIKE pls and thank you.

here you go!  Writing requests is super new to me so hopefully I did okay and  you like it! 

You couldn’t believe your eyes. There he was. The beautiful Maori man you had fallen in love with all those years ago had just stormed into the little powder room you were waiting in. You had to blink a few times just to make sure you weren’t imagining him. The last time you had seen him he was leaving you, onto conquer the world on another tour. He didn’t want to hold you back he had told you. He wanted to you find a man who could love you in all the ways he wasn’t able to. You had yelled, screamed, and cried, he was the only person you wanted, but it didn’t stop him. Calum had been convinced what he was doing was the best thing for you, he wanted you to be happy so if he had to sacrifice his love for you that would be what he would do.

“Hi, princess,” He said with that charming smile. The pet name made you weak in the knees, it had been two years since anyone called you that. 

“C-Calum, what are you doing here?” 

“You look more beautiful than I remembered,” He said ignoring your question. You were speechless, honestly at a loss for words. He took a step forward giving you a slow look up and down your body. Taking in the shockingly white dress that was too poofy, the veil that was obnoxiously big, the outfit that was so not you. He knew it and so did you.

“You don’t know how many times I imagined this day… We would be on the beach, at home In New Zealand. You know that little cove we used to swim at? We would be there, flowers would be scattered all over the sand. My mum would be crying, of course, probably clutching onto your mums hand. The boys would be there too. Michael would be wearing those green thongs you always made fun of him about, just to make you laugh. All our family would be standing with each other both sides intermingling excited to finally be each others family, you remember how well they got along? God, they all loved each other. But I wouldn’t be looking at any of them, my only focus would have been on you. I always imagined you in a little white sun dress, there would have been flowers in your hair too. It would have been down and curled so I could run my fingers through it. You always had the softest hair, smelled like roses too. It would have been the best day of my life, the day where I could finally declare to the world how much I loved you,” As he spoke he made his way over to you, stopping in front of you, your eyes never left his shining brown ones. You didn’t realize tears had begun to fall down your face until he brought his hand up to your cheek, gently sweeping away the tears there. He didn’t know, but you had imagined that day just as much as he had. 

“But now here we are. Its all so different than I imagined, absolute the opposite of what I wanted. Especially the man waiting for you at the altar. That should be me. It should be me who you are marrying, but I fucked everything up. I messed up one of the only things that was going good in my life…No one could believe what I did. Mum didn’t talk to me for two weeks when she found out I left you. She knew how good you were for me. You kept me sane, grounded. Everyone was so mad at me. I was mad at me. I ruined everything, and now here I am ruining your special day,” He said his eyes welling up with tears. Nothing crushed your heart more than seeing Calum cry. In ten minutes you were supposed to go out in front of your family and proclaim your love for a man who, at this point, you could barely even recall his name. The only thing occupying your mind right now was Calum. The only man you ever truly loved. The only man you wanted to spend the rest of your life with. Calum took one last step towards you pulling your body into his. He leaned his forehead on yours and cupped your cheek with one of his calloused hands. 

“I’ve never moved on from you, (Y/N). You will forever be the only girl that has all of my heart. I am going to spend the rest of my life regretting the decision I made; wishing I was the man you married…I..I know you don’t love me, but please, just lie to me one more time.” 

Truly, Yours

Newt Scamander x Reader

Words: 1, 204

Warnings: Fluffy angst

A/N: I´m running out of ideas, so you can request anything you want *wink-wink*


His eyes and words are all you seem to contemplate for more than what you´re supposed to, but it’s all his fault. How could he not get that you were in love with him?

You had tried everything. Subtle touches, lingering fingers, dazed glances and even surprise hugs. He didn’t ask, not a single time, Newt seemed unable to understand human emotions. He could tell when Pickett was feeling a tad bad or if his niffler was keeping something from him…however, the moment things turned about you or other human things, he just trembled and confusedly tilted his head to the sides. You couldn’t deal with such a challenge anymore.

But even when you said that to yourself almost every single day, you stayed by his side for a year, and you were obviously going to stay for another and another, spending as much time you could with him before he had the opportunity to throw you away.

“You seem eager to help today.” Newt muttered with something you didn’t expect to hear in the tone of his voice. Never. Sarcasm. You wondered if it was your imagination.

“Sorry.” You simply said containing yourself, not wanting to get on his bad side, even if you still couldn’t believe that side existed. And your hand traveled to his back, in a caring gesture.

Newt smiled, but you came to notice it wasn’t more than a poor effort. He rubbed his eyes with the tip of his fingers, before tenderly looking at Pickett´s side, were his cup of tea was.

“Are you feeling-“The freckled man cut you off with a quick glance, that you adverted in less than a few seconds. “We should finish cleaning this mess.” You said, forcing some spirit into your voice, before running away to the other edge of the small work room. You began to feel suffocated.

Was he under some wicked spell? Did he finally noticed the way you would intentionally brush him when you walked past him and decided he would reject you by being awfully cruel?

No. No. Newt Scamander was everything but cruel. Your friend was a literal sweetheart every day, so it was probably just a bad day. A terrible one.

“Newt?” He answered with a hum. “I´m sorry.” Well, if he was angry at you it must mean you did a horrible thing -that you didn’t notice fast enough to avoid making him annoyed-.

“Sorry? Do you even…” He stammered cynically, as if you were referring to something that positioned the entire species of magical creatures in a dangerous situation. “Can we stop talking with each other just for today?” Newt pleaded, noticing his words were becoming too hard to swallow. He was the kind of person who wouldn’t want to hurt someone else´s emotions, so you nodded silently, containing the tremble of your lips.

If hell did exist, it was obviously freezing over. Why the hell was he mad at you?


“I waited a day, Newt.” His shoulder stiffened in displeasure, showing you no sign of approval to your desire of starting a conversation. “Stop avoiding me, Scamander. This is getting ridiculous.”

“Ri-Ridiculous?!” The man you fancied almost screamed. Shaking his head in disagreement. “You were the one who deceived me.” He continued with a muffled voice.

“Deceived you?” How in the world that happened? You didn´t remember doing anything to make him feel betrayed. “I don’t know what are you talking about. I had always being honest with you, we´re friend, we trust in each other.”

“That’s what I wanted to believe.” The soft hurt tone of his shy voice, leaves you with a heavy heart. But just for a bit, because later, a scowl takes over your features and your lips twitch in annoyance. You hadn’t done anything wrong. “I waited a month.” Newt confessed, moving his left toe restlessly. An anxious habit you noted since the first time you met him, he only used it when he felt uneasy.

“A month for what?”

“A month for you to st-top doing it.” You made him feel like a mad man, who misperceived the whole relationship he had with you. “Why would you be so open with another man if you were going to marry someone else?” Newt finally muttered, releasing the question he wanted to say with a choked tone. “I´m sorry if am not manly enough, but I still feel- I still fall in love with beautiful women and try to- to not feel rejected by them.”

For a prolonged moment of silence, you looked at him like a sane person would look at a crazy one, questioning yourself how could he know about it? How could he know about something you didn’t even told a single person? You wouldn’t be surprised if the person interrogating you were Queenie, but it was Newt and he couldn’t have…

“Newt. Marriage? Did you…read one of my letters?!”

“It was-, I was worried because you cried when you saw the emblem on it, but the next time I couldn’t contain myself-“ So he read two of your letters? That innocent man tricked you twice. And subtly confessed his feelings for you, with a pained confession. Wasn’t he something else?

You couldn’t describe him with words anymore. Invading your privacy wasn’t something good but it wasn’t bad either in the situation he was, because Newt did it wanting to know how to help you.

“I´m not going to marry anyone, Scamander. I didn’t want to tell you because it was no longer necessary, I talked about it with my parents and declined the proposal…For Merlin´s beard…”You rambled a little more, explaining him and adding details about it. You didn’t even knew the Markus guy, it was an arranged marriage that you needed to consider for the family´s sake.

“Oh. Ow. Ow!” Newt squealed, angry at himself for not seeing more than what his jealousy let him see. “Sorry, it´s just that I couldn’t think clearly- I should have- please don’t hate me”

“How can I force myself to hate you, Newt?” You answered with a question. Your features softened with his, releasing in both of you a gentle smile. “I love you.”

“I can´t give you a stable life. Maybe you would be in the other side of the world by tomorrow, just because someone saw a mottled Hippogriff, I´m not the life your parents want you to have…”

“I know.” Your hands touched his arms. You felt warm, alive and totally made for him. ”Then, what other excuse you have?”

His breath stopped, and his lips went to your forehead, pressing ghostly against your skin. Then they lowered to your nose, slightly pressing more, giving it a peck.

“I don’t have one that can surpass another I love you.”

“I love you.” His mouth finally brushed over your, in a gentle kiss, one full of adoration and kindness. Things that described perfectly the man that you loved.

You staggered backwards, dragging him along, leaning your back into his wooden desk. Breaking the contact just to pull him harder and kissing him deeper. He hummed happily, encircling your waist with his arms before laughing and breaking away the kiss.

“Pickett is still here.”

“Oh, god.”