i have never met him

Come Home Harry, Come Home Part 3 (Harry Styles Imagine)

Summary: “Y/N is 5 months pregnant, and Harry gets into a car accident.  The car accident affected Harry severely with a loss of memory.”

Requested: yes

Warnings: divorce, delivery problems

A/N: I am so sorry for the long wait, it’s been a bad week. Thank you for sending in ideas and voting on your favorites! I hope you enjoy.

Part 2

Originally posted by growgardens

Come Home, Harry, Come Home (Part 3)

“You’re agreeing to the divorce?” Gemma asks, as she visited you after hearing the news.

“Yes, he doesn’t remember anything. And I agree with him, it’s not fair to him, if he really doesn’t remember, that he would live a life with a woman he doesn’t know, and a baby that he would think is his.”  You explain playing around with your wedding ring.

“I should really take this off.” You say, taking off your ring, “Can you give it back to him? I don’t think I can see him.” You say, handing it to her, not looking at her.

“I can’t take that ring. I don’t believe that you should agree to the divorce. He loves you, he’s just out of it right now. He will remember, you have to fight for this Y/N.” Gemma says.

“But I can’t.” You say defeated. “He said my worst fear. That I am holding him back. I have felt that way the entire time we have been together. I’m not famous, I am the girl from back home, and he gave up what could have been his party days, where he could have been dating any girls, and touring everywhere, to marry me, and start a family at 23.”

Gemma breathes out, and seems to think of what to say next.

“You’ve known my brother for a few years now, but I have known him for his entire life. The fame life does not faze him. The partying, the hooking up, that’s not satisfying to him. He always wanted to be married and have a family. When he met you, I had never seen him so happy, it was like when he would get off stage from performing in front of an awesome crowd. He told everyone about you, he wanted all of us to like you. And whenever we would joke about marriage, he was always serious about saying you would be the one he was going to marry. Y/N, I am begging you, you can’t just give up. Because one day he is going to wake up and remember everything, and you won’t be there. And he will feel like he ruined everything. It will kill him.’” Gemma says, almost begging.

You feel tears in your eyes, but you shake your head, “I’m sorry Gemma, I can’t. I have to go, I need to get prepared for our meeting tomorrow.” You say getting up, not looking at Gemma, because if you do, you will cry.

“I’m sorry.” You say softly again, before walking out.

After you drive home, you are lying in bed rubbing your nine month size stomach.

“Hi baby girl.” You say rubbing your stomach. “I’m sorry that I have been crying a lot, and that I have been stressed, I’m sorry, but mommy is going through a lot, but I promise you, after tomorrow we are going to have a new life tomorrow. And we are going to be okay, just you and me.”  You say feeling tears fall down your face.

“We’re going to be okay, love. We’re going to be okay.” You say rubbing your stomach. “I can’t wait to see you, and hug you and kiss you. I will see you soon. Good night love.”

After about two hours of sleep, you wake up to a very uncomfortable feeling.

“What’s going on baby?” You ask, rubbing your stomach, and then you get the feeling again. And then, you feel liquid go down your thighs.

“Oh, you’re coming. Oh my God you’re coming.” You say pushing yourself up, off the bed.

You grab your phone from off your nightstand, and dial the Gemma’s number.

“Answer Gemma, answer.” You beg, breathing out at another contraction.

After a few more rings, she answers.

“Y/N?” you hear Gemma say very tiredly.

“Gemma” you breathe out.

“Y/N? Oh my God are you okay?” She asks worried, hearing your heavy breathing.

“The baby.” You breathe out. “She’s coming.”

“I will be right over.  You hang in tight alright. Just breathe, and count the time between the contractions.” She says.

“I will, just come quick.” You say trying to control your breathing.

Within fifteen minutes, Gemma is there, helping you, get up, and grabbing the hospital bag.

After she gets you in the car, she tells you, “I called Harry, he is coming. I’m sorry if you didn’t want me to, but he is the father, and even if you said that you didn’t want him there, I know you would want him there.”

“No, it’s okay. That’s-“ You breathe out, “it’s good. He should be there, it’s the birth of his daughter.”

“Alright sister, we’re here. You ready?” She says, unbuckling her seat belt, and reaching over to unbuckle you.

“Yes, let’s do this.”

When you both get into hospital, you see Harry sitting in one of the waiting rooms, and when he sees you, he immediately gets up, and wraps one of your arms around him, helping you walk.

“I got you a room.” He says.

“Thank you.” You say, not looking at him, knowing it is too hard.

As you get into the room, Harry helps you lay down, and immediately nurses, and a doctor comes in.

“Hello Mr. and Mrs. Styles” the doctor says, “I am Doctor Carlino, and I will be delivering your daughter today.” She says smiling.

“How far in between each contraction?” She asks one of the nurses.

“6 minutes”, says the nurse, and she starts preparing you for your epidermal shot.

“Put your legs up” the doctor says, which you do.

“You are close to full dilation. Just a few more inches, you’ll be ready, just hang in there sweetheart.” She says, holding your hand. “First time parents?” She asks, looking between you and Harry.

“Yes.” You say, before Harry could answer.

“You two are a beautiful couple, your daughter is going to be very lucky.”

“Thank you” Harry says politely.

After about two hours, Doctor Carlino comes, in and checks you again, “you are at full dilation.”

“Now, I am going to need you to start pushing.”

As soon and your start pushing, you begin to feel weak.

“Doct-“ you try to say, “doct” you try again.

“Y/N? Y/N?” Doctor Carlino asks, looking up.

“Grab the oxygen tank.” She orders to the nurses.

“What is happening?” Harry asks concerned.

“Your wife is preeclampsia.” She says.

“What, what does that mean?” He asks.

“It means that we need to deliver this baby now.”

“What if we-“

“Mr. Styles, it is my job as a doctor to do the best that I can do. I need you to let us do our job. I am going to make sure you go home with both your baby and your wife. We need to deliver your daughter, to prevent injuries to your wife. But Mr. Styles, I need to know right now, if it comes down to it, who do you choose, you wife or your daughter?”

It is in that moment, where Harry looks at you, and everything comes back. He remembers seeing you when he came back home to visit the bakery and seeing that you took his job. He remembers your first date where you made the first move and kissed him that night. He remembers your first Christmas together, buying the apartment together, him proposing to you, and all of your friends and family running in afterwards to congratulate you both. He remembers you walking down the aisle at your wedding, and feeling the wind knocked out of him of how gorgeous you looked. He recalls the day he came home, to having you run up and jump on him to tell him you’re pregnant. He remembers waking up that morning before the car accident, and rubbing your stomach and speaking to your daughter. Then it comes back to him what you said to him when he was asleep.

“The baby.” You answer before he can. “You save the baby.” You say looking at him.

“You do everything in your power to make sure our baby girl gets out safe, don’t worry about me, and just make sure our daughter is born.” You say to the doctor.

“Love” Harry tries to say.

“Harry, I am a fighter. Don’t worry about me. I can do this.” You say looking at him, then grabbing your stomach in pain.

“Mr. Styles, you need to leave.” One of the nurses says.

“But-“ He says looking up, trying to see you, but suddenly he can’t, as he just sees the back of nurses and doctors.

“Mr. Styles, you need to trust us, that we will do our job.” The nurse says.

“Please, just please have me bring home my daughter and my wife.” Harry says feeling tears fill his eyes, “please.”

And then Gemma comes, up and grabs Harry, and hugs him while he cries.

They both don’t say anything, but Gemma just holds him, rubbing his back.

“Gemma” He says looking down at his sister. “I, I messed it up.” He says. “I wanted to divorce the love of my life, the mother of my child.  And I can’t even apologize to her, or tell her I love right now. Or I might not ever, I- I” Harry says breathing heavily, with tears streaming down his face.

“Harry, right now, you need breathe. You know Y/N, she is a fighter. And she will make it through this. You need to believe in her.”

After an agonizing hour and a half, the doctor finally comes out.

Harry immediately stands up, and rushes to her. “How is she? My daughter, my wife? How are they?”

“Your daughter is like your wife, a fighter.”

“They are okay?” He asks.

“Yes, you can go in and seem them. Congratulations.” She says, grabbing his shoulder.

Harry does not hesitate, and walk into the room. When he walks in, he feels all the air leave his lungs. He sees you, with no makeup, and your hair sticking to the side of your face due to the sweat, and in that moment, you look as gorgeous when you walked down the aisle. And then he looks at your daughter in your arms, and he feels tears stream down his face.

“And look love, Daddy’s here. Daddy’s here to see you.” You say to your daughter looking at him.

Harry walks over, and looks at your daughter.

“Can, can I hold her?” He asks you.

“Yes.” You say, carefully placing your daughter in Harry’s arms.

“Hi baby.” He says looking down at her. “It’s your daddy. You are so beautiful, you definitely got your beauty from your mom.” He says looking over at you.

“I wasn’t here for a little while, and I’m sorry. But your mommy did a very good job taking care of you and keeping you safe. She’s great isn’t she? We’re both very lucky. But, I am here now, and I am not going to be leaving you or mommy if I can help it. Okay?”

Then a nurse comes over, to grab your daughter to clean her off, and put her down to sleep.

Harry walks over to you and grabs your hand, “You kept the ring. You still wear it.”

“Yes, I tried to give it to Gemma, but she wouldn’t take it. She kept telling me to fight for us.”

“Were you going to fight for us?” He asks, playing with the ring on your finger.

“I wasn’t going to fight the divorce.” You say. “If you wanted it, I would agree with it. I just want you to be happy.”

“I don’t want the divorce.” He says.

“What?” You ask confused, looking up at him.

“I remember everything. I can’t have you leave me. I need you, I need the both of you. Please.” Harry begs.

“I am not going anywhere. Neither of us. We are staying right here.” You say grabbing his hand. “I promise.” You say grabbing his hand and kissing it.

A/N: THAT WAS AN EMOTIONAL ROLLERCOASTER AND I AM SORRY AND I’M ALSO SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT. I love you all, and I hope you enjoyed it! Tell me what you think!


John Oliver: Trump’s Russia scandal has the intrigue of Watergate, except everyone is incompetent

John Oliver has a new shorthand for President Donald Trump’s ongoing, multilayered Russia scandal: “Stupid Watergate.”

“It is not clear what is really going on here yet, although one possibility is that this all amounts to what I’m going to call ‘Stupid Watergate,’” Oliver said on Sunday’s Last Week Tonight. “A potential scandal with all the intrigue of Watergate, except everyone involved is really bad at everything. And the relevant question isn’t so much, ‘What did the president know and when did he know it?’ as it is, ‘Is the president physically capable of knowing things at all?’”

By Oliver’s telling, every single phase of the Trump-Russia scandal has been brought on by a dumb mistake. He walked through some of the key players of the scandal, all of whom have been the target of questions about whether Trump’s team worked with — — and covered up working with — Russian officials to support Russian interests and manipulate the 2016 election with hacked Democratic emails.

Take Attorney General Jeff Sessions. Most recently, he was brought into the Russia scandal when it was revealed that he misled Congress under oath, telling senators he had no communications with Russian officials when he had in fact talked with Russia’s ambassador twice last year.

But here’s the thing: Sessions wasn’t even asked during the confirmation hearing if he had spoken with Russians. During his hearing, Sen. Al Franken (D-MN) asked, “If there is any evidence that anyone affiliated with the Trump campaign communicated with the Russian government in the course of this campaign, what will you do?” Sessions replied, “I’m not aware of any of those activities. I have been called a surrogate at a time or two in that campaign, and I did not have communications with the Russians.”

“That was an unforced error,” Oliver said. “He wasn’t even asked whether he’d met with the Russians. He just implicated himself out of the blue, which should have been immediately suspicious. If you ask someone how their weekend was, and they say, ‘Well, I definitely wasn’t masturbating into the Slurpee machine at the 7-Eleven,’ you check the fucking security cameras at the 7-Eleven, and you don’t act surprised.”

Other Trump surrogates have also come under fire, including former Trump campaign operative Carter Page. When asked whether he had met with the Russian ambassador in Cleveland during the Republican National Convention, Page responded, “I’m not going to deny that I talked with him. I will say that I never met him anywhere outside of Cleveland. … I may have met him. Possibly. And it might have been in Cleveland.”

Or consider former Trump campaign manager Paul Manafort. When asked if Trump had financial relationships with Russian oligarchs, Manafort said, “That’s … that’s what he said. I … that’s … what I said. That’s … obviously what our position is.”

“Holy shit,” Oliver said. “That was so unconvincing it probably set off an unplugged polygraph machine just hidden in a closet somewhere.”

To top it all off, Trump’s apparent tactic to distract everyone over the weekend was to claimwith absolutely zero evidence that President Barack Obama ordered a wiretap of Trump Tower during the 2016 campaign — an idea that may have come from an article published by the conspiracy-laden website Breitbart News.

“I think we can now officially declare that Trump has a worse media diet than the Son of Sam killer,” Oliver said. “And he got all his news from a talking dog who told him to murder.”

What all of this amounts to, Oliver argued, is one of the most incompetent cover-ups — if there is really a cover-up — in the history of presidential scandals. It is, in other words, “Stupid Watergate.”

If I were to be honest, I don’t think I would ever know if I am in love because I have never known what’s it like to love. He was the closest thing to love that made me hate myself. Is it still love if it ends up giving you more negative feelings than when you first started? I only knew what’s yearning and wanting after I met him and I have never been the same ever since. I don’t know what’s normal anymore.
—  kissmylime

If Jimmy could get Harry to do a Jeffrey’s sketch I might actually die. Even without Horatio Sanz or Will Ferrell, I’d still love it. Frankly even without Harry. Really all I need is Jimmy with an edgy haircut folding shirts with a smug sense of superiority. Just give me Jeffrey’s!!

anonymous asked:

Do you think that before Flynn stole the mothership he tracked Lucy down at all? I'm sure he would have been curious about the mysterious professor who wrote his journal-from-the-future. So I can picture him finding her at her university and attending one of her lectures or something. What are your thoughts?

Oh, my god, Anon. My thoughts are I have had these EXACT THOUGHTS!

He DEFINITELY looked her up before the series starts! No doubt. None. Erase all doubt from your mind. We don’t know the degree of it. Maybe Flynn searched online for information about her. Maybe he read one of her books (a history book– not the sad, handwritten one). Maybe, yes, he even sat in the back of at least one lecture. We don’t know how far he went researching her (he’s an intelligence gathering special agent and this could actually be quite in depth– he has her tax returns), but we do know that Flynn looked Lucy up in the present day before setting his plan in motion.

And it all sounds like an interesting little possibility and fan theory, one more connection Flynn and Lucy have before even meeting face to face, but the logical part of our brain is still like, “Proof?”

How about the fact that, in the Pilot, he knew what she looked like? Yeah. Once you realize Flynn picked her out of a frantic crowd at night in front of an explosion, it hits you: “How did he know her face?” Lucy can write her entire life story in that journal. Flynn can know her mind as well as she knows herself. But unless Lucy included a photograph, he would not know her to see her. He’d pass her on the street. Conclusion: either through research or because he staked her out (attended one of her classes), Flynn was familiar with what Lucy looked like prior to meeting her in 1937.

Now, you can argue the above. You could say that one brief, mid-episode snippet is the real first time Flynn sees her. The part when he’s watching the three be arrested after he called in that tip on them.

BUT! he is very, very far away. And he’s not even the one looking through the binoculars when it happens. 

He certainly can’t make out her face. And would he really approach her later with his biggest identifier being that she had on a brown coat? Why would he WANT to leave it up to chance? Why would he risk not knowing what Lucy looks like before going into the past where he knows he’s going to run into her? I really don’t think he would.

Also (just mentioning) Flynn’s guy that Wyatt kills in the hangar knew who Lucy was, and I’m not sure what to make of it. Flynn did brief his men about her though. We know that. Because after realizing who she was (whether because Flynn passed around a picture of her or because he said she’d be the woman following them), the man said, “Flynn wants to talk to you.” So Flynn made certain his men knew who Lucy was and that, if found, she should be brought to him, presumably unharmed.

I really think it makes sense that Flynn looked her up beforehand. It makes more sense than him not doing it. Checking up on Lucy just fits Flynn’s character. Not only for curiosity’s sake, but because Flynn won’t be caught unaware again. After Rittenhouse and his family, Flynn researches, he double-checks. The man has become obsessively prepared. It’s like a compulsion he now has. He needs that sense of control so much he doesn’t even delegate unless he has to. He trusts no one. He does everything himself. He’s paranoid something will go wrong. So many episodes, he has to check the journal before allowing himself to act. Even in 1.12, he pulled it out and studied the drawing before approaching Emma’s cabin. He looks before he leaps, and you can’t tell me that doesn’t include investigating Lucy before thrusting them into the situation where they meet. He would want to know her first, familiarize himself a little better.

So yes, he looked her up before stealing the Mothership. Fight me.

I hated what Geoff Johns did with his Teen Titans run, and it’s shit like this that is the reason why. 

Way to have both of them spit on the grave of a dead kid, Johns. 

Of traditions and duels

There’s an old tradition that concerns the Scamanders in which the head of every family must decide who the younger members should marry. The suitors must present themselves to the head of the family and accept any kind of challenge they decide to put them through.

In Theseus’ family things are a little bit different.

Since his parents died, he became the head of the Scamander family and so far he has done a very good job of taking care of his little brother Newt. Well… he’s not so young anymore and certainly he can make his own decisions but the tradition doesn’t consider age in its statement so technically speaking Theseus is still the one who has to decide for his brother in that matter.

And that’s how the problem starts. Because, to be honest, he knows he should ignore that stupid tradition and make the arrangements for Newt to be legally capable of deciding for himself… but the war happened and a few things here and there that just have been keeping him so busy. He doesn’t have time to do it. Well… he has it now, but Newt doesn’t seem to want to get married anytime soon so…

Okay, the thing is, he doesn’t have any excuses, but since he returned from the war and his name started to be recognized not only in England but also on the other side of the globe everyone seems to be scared of him. Yes, enjoys that a little bit and also likes being respected BUT he also enjoys dueling. And now nobody wants to duel him because they’re so afraid of him.

And so one day a man arrives at his door and the utter piece of trash ask for his baby brother’s hand in marriage and of course Theseus is not pleased, not at all, so decides to use that fear on his favor and challenges him to a duel (hopping the man would just go away) but the thing is… he doesn’t and accepts in spite of being terrified.

The poor man just lasts like two seconds, but makes Theseus happy anyway and gives him a very good idea (according to him at least) and decides to establish dueling as a legal form of competition over Newt’s hand.

It works. They’re still afraid of him, but they’re willing to try it just for the chance of marrying his little brother. It’s just insane. Well he knows his brother is adorable and that he’s also appealing to the eye but he hadn’t expected something like that. Not that he’s complaining though.

But of course news travel fast and even from Merlin knows where Newt finds out and is pissed. Because his brother -bless his kind little heart- doesn’t like people getting hurt (physically or emotionally) and even less when is because of him. And ‘you know I’d have to accept the courtship and marriage if you lose Theseus and my creatures need ME’

“I won’t. Nobody can defeat me,” he says during holidays. “And you know I wouldn’t let them marry you. They don’t deserve you.”

But Newt just rolls his eyes and leaves. It takes months for him to receive a letter from his brother again.

A year after that his friend Percival, who’s working at MACUSA, comes from America to visit him. So he can help but to tell him the whole story and of course perfect and noble auror Graves goes and takes Newt’s side even though he hasn’t met his brother yet.

“You absolute idiot, what’s wrong with you?” He almost growls. “A person should have the right to choose who he wants to marry.”

“I’m not deciding for him!” Theseus rises from his chair then suddenly feeling irritated. “They don’t stand a chance against me. It’s not like I’d let any of them near my brother!”

“And what if someone defeats you? What then? What about your brother? What if he ends up with an asshole, what if he ends up with someone like Grindelwald?”

At that Theseus tries to calm himself because he knows what his friend’s been through and know understands better his reaction. He also remember that without his brother’s help Percival wouldn’t be standing in front of him. And Graves must know that too.

“I wouldn’t let it happen,” he assures, trying not to be offended at the suggestion. “Newt means so much to me.”

“But you can’t be sure,” Percival insists. “Not until you make the arrangements.”

“It won’t happen. Nobody can defeat me.”

It comes out almost as a joke and Theseus smiles, but Graves doesn’t return that smile.

“Are you sure of that?”

“C'mon, you’ve seen me fight,” he says. “Who could beat me?”

“Very well then,” Percival takes a few steps back; his expression changes suddenly, his eyes are filled with determination. He takes his wand out of his coat and puts his left hand on his back.

Theseus looks at him almost in shock when he realises what his (traitor) friend is trying to do.

“Don’t you dare!” He warns but is ignored.

“I, Percival Graves, Director of the Department of Magical Security, challenge you, Theseus Scamander, to a duel for Newt Scamander’s hand in marriage.”

And the traitor knows exactly the fucking protocol to follow. He knows he can’t refuse.

“I’m gonna kill you after we finish,” he promises.

Graves grins at him, the bastard.

“The words, you have to say the words,” he reminds him.

“I-I accept the challenge.” He blurts out and as soon as he says it he fires a spell in Percival’s director.

A spell that his friend blocks almost too easily. That’s when he realises he might have fucked up.

It’s the frist time in decades that he has to put all of his energy into it. And it would’ve been fun if it not was for the fact that he was risking Newt.

He fights with everything he has, but after a few minutes realises that maybe his friend has more experience than him.

When he watches his wand flying right into Percival’s hand he feels petrified.

“Now you understand,” Percival says and something changes in his face. “Look, I’m not going to marry your brother. He isn’t even here for Merlin’s sake, I just wanted for you to understand. You have to make the arrangements.”

A wave of relief passes through his body. Theseus nods “I’ve learned my lesson.”

Percival must have seen that in his eyes because he gives him his wand back and sits on the couch.

After a few minutes, when they’re both more calmed, Theseus decides to talk again.

“You see, since you… defeated me, you have the right to start the courtship and marry my brother.”

“I told you that I-”

“I know,” Theseus interrupts him. “And for that I’m glad, believe me. But for me to give Newt legal freedom you must reject that right first. By defeating me, a magical bond was formed and my brother and I are obligated to follow the tradition.”

“What should we do then?”

“It’s a simple spell,” he assures. “And you have to say loud and clear you won’t marry my brother.”

At that, Graves mouth presses into a fine line. His eyes look around him.

“How come I have never met your brother?” He ask, curious. “I would like to thank him for what he did in New York.”

“He travels a lot. Maybe some day I’ll introduce you two,” Theseus offers, but honestly doesn’t plan to do it.

“Why don’t you have pictures of him?”

“I have them, I just don’t like to put them for everyone to see,” he breathes, now irritated.

Percival arches his eyebrows at him.

“Can I see one?”

“When we finish here then maybe I’ll show you.” Theseus frowns when he sees Percival’s amused grin. “WHAT?”

“I won’t change my mind over a picture! Honestly Theseus!” He laughs. “Do you think I won’t renounce to the courtship if I see a picture of Newt?”

Theseus just glares at him.

“Oh for Merlin’s beard! You really do think so. Well now I’m curious, how does your brother look like? Because auror Goldstein is very fond of him you know, now I wonder…”

“Just shut your mouth Percival, just shut it,” he growls, but his friend keeps laughing.

“Right. I’m sorry. So, what about the picture?”

“I’ll show you one, after we cast the spell and you say the words,” Theseus says and it doesn’t look like he’s going to change his mind.

Percival just rolls his eyes, but agrees.

And just when they’re ready to do so, they hear a ‘crack’ outside Theseus’ house and the sound the door makes when somebody opens it.

They both rise from their sits out of instinct and Theseus watches as Percival’s shoulders relax when a messy reddish hair appears in front of them.

Theseus curses under his breath because Newt is there with his green big eyes and pure smile and many freckles like stars in the night sky and he wants to cover Newt’s face, hide him because suddenly Percival is looking at him with a stupid look on his face.

And Merlin why Newt’s smile is just so bright and he doesn’t even notice Graves and approaches his brother with a book in his hand.

“They decided to publish it!” He almost sings in excitement. “This is the final version!”

“Congratulations. I’m sure your brother is so proud of you, Mr Scamander.”

Stupid Percival, nobody asked him.

And the bastard approaches Newt like Theseus is not there at all.

“Mr Graves!” Newt blushes. “Tina told me you… She said you were better.”

“I am,” he takes another step closer. “And please, just call me Percival.”

He offers his hand and Newt looks at it before shaking it. “I’m Newt Scamander but only Newt will do. It’s how everyone calls me.”

“It is really a pleasure to meet you, Newt,” Percival says and takes his hand and presses a soft kiss on his knuckles.

Newt flushes even more and Theseus is sure that he’s gonna kill his friend. He takes Newt by the shoulders and basically yanks him away from Graves.

“You’re gonna stay a few days, aren’t you little brother?” He asks, forcing a smile. “Great because you need to rest now, you look tired so why don’t you go to your room and feed your creatures?”

At the mention of them Newt reacts, nods and gets up the stairs.

Theseus turns around to look at Percival, but notices that his eyes are still fixed on the stairs.

He clears his throat. The other auror looks at him and somehow seems flustered.

“I changed my mind,” he blurts out.

Theseus shakes his head. No, definitely not.

“I want to court Newt,” he continues as if his friend isn’t looking at him like he wants to tear him apart. “I’ll take care of him, I promise.”

“You utter cock! You said-”

“I know what I said,” he frowns. “I just… I’m human, you know? And he’s… Merlin help me he’s so bright and warm… I’m sorry but I’m not gonna let an opportunity like this slip through my fingers.”

“What happened to 'let him make his own decisions’?”

“I’m gonna court him and if at the end of it he doesn’t want me, I’ll let him go,” Percival promises, looking like someone just punched him.

Good, because Theseus wants to do much at the moment.

“I don’t like it.”

“But you have to let me, right?”

“Right.” Theseus admits but clenches his fists.

And then, his not-so-best-friend-after-all starts to court his baby brother.

Fucking stupid marriage traditions. He always hated them.

I remember the way we looked into each other’s eyes like there’s nothing left but only the two of us. Every time I close my eyes, I just remember the way you looked at me and the way you smiled at me. it’s been 16 months now, and I’m still wondering why couldn’t we be together, why did you just left without a reason. 
Sometimes I wish I knew you before him, but then again, if i haven’t met him, we would never have met each other. 

Mutants Stick Together

Originally posted by lokiyoulittle

Part 2 Part 3

3rd grade. First day. New school. That’s where you met him. Peter Maximoff.

You walked into the classroom and took the seat right across from him, immediately noticing his leg bouncing at what looked to be light speed. You stared at his leg and he caught you.

“My mom says I have superpowers.” he told you. You looked up and stared at him for a moment. “I’m not like the rest of the kids here.” You smiled.

“I have a superpower, too.” you said to him. You had never met another mutant before. And you figured he hadn’t either. “I can teleport.” His eyes widened and a grin grew on his face.

“No way.” he whispered in amazement. You teleported to the empty seat next to you.

After that, the two of you just…clicked. You two grew up together. You would usually spend all day at his place, considering your parents weren’t too fond of mutants. But Ms. Maximoff didn’t seem to mind.

“Peter!” you yelled into the classroom. Sixth period just ended and you were ready to go home–or to his house, for that matter.

“I’m coming, I’m coming.” he spoke as he jogged out the door. “So, pizza place, video store, home?” he asked.

“Uh huh.” you mumbled. You started sprinting. “Race you to the pizza place! No powers!” you shouted back at him. He shook his head.

“We’ll see about that, (L/N).” he said to himself. Of course he broke the rules and used his super speed, not only to run to the pizza place, but to pick you up and run you there, too. You’re used to the speed by now. You’ve only had 87,934 trips.

“You’re disqualified. I win by default.” You told him as he set you down.

“Of course you did. (favorite pizza)?” he asked. You automatically turned your head at the name of your favorite pizza.

“Hell yeah.” you said a little too loud. Peter laughed and bought the pizza with the money he just took out of your pocket. You noticed, but you didn’t get mad. You just stole more money out of his pocket. He probably noticed, too.

“Movie?” he asked. You looked at the massive collection of movies the video store had.

“I can’t decide. You pick.” He picked out Star Trek and you two were on your way home.

You were one block away from the house when you grabbed the pizza and poofed away.

“Oh no they didn’t.” He sped to the basement to see you laying on his bed eating a slice of pizza. He grabbed it out of your hand and started eating it.

“Hey!” you reacted. He laughed and ran to one corner of the room. You teleported there. He ran. You teleported. You knew him long enough to predict what he was going to do. You caught him and stole you pizza back.

“Put the movie in. There’s enough pizza to go around.” You told him. He plopped down next to you on the couch and you watched the movie. Lorna ran down for a brief few moments.

The movie was finally over and you both went to bed.

The very next day, three men came into the house. Like you guys. Mutants. You watched them as they spoke to both of you. You teleported behind the shorter one and tapped his shoulder while the black-haired one spoke. The shorter guy turned around and you teleported in front of him. He flinched when he saw you. You giggled and teleported next to Peter. Then they told you what they wanted you to do. “The Pentagon” is what convinced you. And you were in.

-Lizzie (Part 2?? tell me if you want one)

Feelings- Josh Dun

It’s been 8 months since you left your previous boyfriend, Will and considering the 3 years of mental, emotional, and physical abuse he put you through, you were doing great.

“So are you coming tonight?” Tyler asked when he called you.

“Yeah, I plan to. Why are you so eager for me to be there?” you asked your best friend since 4th grade.

“There is someone I want you to meet. You guys are seriously perfect for each other.” he said.

“Tyler, I don’t need you to set me up with anyone. I can find people on my own.”

“Clearly not good people. Shall I even bring up Will?” he said. Tyler always hated Will from the beginning and Tyler was always there for you when he hurt you.

“Shut up. I’ll see you later.” you said your goodbyes and hung up.

Tyler was really protective over you, you two were basically like siblings. So this guy he wants you to meet must be really special.

After getting ready for the party it was time you head out.

Once getting to the party you were greeted by a really excited Tyler.

“Y/N! How you been?” he asked pulling you into a hug.

“Great. But enough about me, how are you.”

You two talked for a while before a guy with bright yellow hair caught your eye from across the room.

“Hey who’s that?” you asked Tyler pointing to the man with yellow hair.

“Oh that’s Josh, the guy I wanted you to meet. He’s the drummer for my band.”

“Oh. Why have I never met him before?” you asked because you’ve been to plenty of their concerts but never saw him.

“Y/N don’t forget Will never let you see me the entire time you dated.” he pointed out.

“God do you ever let go of things?” you joked.

“No. Now do you want to meet your perfect match or not?” he said grabbing your wrist and it made you jump. “Oh shit, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“No, It’s okay. I just get shocked when people grab at me.” you said looking to the floor.

“You okay?” he asked.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” you said looking up to see the Josh was walking your way.

“Hey Tyler, who’s this pretty girl you’re talking to?”  Josh asked Tyler.you blushed and looked down to your feet before looking up again to see Tyler with a smirk on his face.

“This is my very best friend, Y/N.”

“Oh wow real nice Tyler, didn’t know you had another best friend.” Josh joked. “So you’re the famous Y/N Tyler talks about all the time.”

“Really, he does? Hopefully all good things.” you said.

“I’ll catch up with you two love birds later.” Tyler said then walking off.

“Lovebirds? I think that was kind of fast to label.” you said admiring Josh’s face.

“Well from everything Tyler has told me about you, I feel like I’ve known you for years.”

For the next 2 hours or so you two flirted back and forth.

“It’s getting kind of late, I should probably get going soon.” you said once the conversation started to die.

“Come on the night’s still young. Come dance with me.” he said standing and offering a hand.

“Okay, why not.” you said letting him lead you to a place to dance to the music.

While dancing and talking you saw a familiar face looking at you from afar. It was Will, he looked angry and your anxiety kicked in.

“Y/N are you okay?” Josh asked but you could barely her him. You just stood there staring at Will.

“Hey, Y/N is that your ex?” Josh asked and it pulled you from your stare.

“How did you know about him?”

“Tyler told me.” he said. “Let’s go somewhere else, okay? I’ll get someone to get him out of here. You’re safe with me.” he said leading you away to another room.

“Thank you Josh.” you said sitting down on the couch in the new room.

“No problem. I just texted a friend and he’s taking care of him. You don’t need to worry.” he said placing a hand on your knee. You looked up into his eyes and you couldn’t stop looking into them.

They were soft and kind looking, unlike the mean cold ones you were use to.

“This might be totally out of line, but can I kiss you?” Josh asked and you nodded.

The kiss was like nothing you felt before. There was an unfamiliar feeling behind it. Love maybe?

You pulled away for air and you both smiled at eachother.

“Y/N?” Josh said taking your hand in his.


“You’re beautiful and this might be too soon, but you make me feel something different from anything I’ve ever felt before.” you blushed as he spoke.

“Josh it’s never too soon to confess your feelings.” you said leaning in and closing the gap between your lips and his.

“Thank god. I thought you would think I was a freak or something.”

“How could I think you’re a freak. You’re so kind and might I add very handsome.” you said making him blush.

“What do you say I take you on a date? This weekend you, me, and where ever you want to go.”

“That sounds very lovely.”

You exchanged numbers and you realized it was getting a little late.

“I really should get going now. I have work in the morning.” you explained.

“I’ll walk you to your car, I should head out too.” he said standing and taking your hand in his again.

He lead you outside to your car where he held onto your hand for a while and looked into your eyes. You did the same. Something about those big brown eyes were so captivating to you.

“I had a really good time. Thank you.” you said placing a kiss on his cheek and letting go of his hand.

“I did too. I’ll talk to you later.” he said moving so you could get into your car.

You sat in your seat and closed the door before rolling down the window.

“Bye Y/N.” Josh said placing a kiss to your forehead.

“Bye Josh.” with that you drove away with a huge smile on your face. You heart was seriously melting. God Josh was so nice. You couldn’t believe you spent so much time with that asshole named Will, when there was a perfect man out there named Josh.

Once you pulled into the parking garage of you apartment building you heard your phone go off.

It was a text from Josh

From Josh

Had a really good time. Call me tomorrow after work so we can work out some plans for that date you promised me. Good night beautiful.

Received 11:57pm

To Josh

Will do. Good night Josh.

Sent 11:58pm

There was that familiar melting of the heart you were feeling earlier.  

reasons thomas sanders is better than ur fave:

  • his pranks are harmless and funny
  • he adds LGBT themes in his vines without making them the punchline
  • he puts his pronouns in his description, despite being cis, to normalize asking for people’s pronouns so people stop assuming gender
  • he’s hilarious
  • he’s the only white boy to come from vine that isn’t a complete asshole
  • he’s super nice to fans
  • he’s as nice irl as he seems

Remember that time when Dan Humphrey was so sure Blair Waldorf would never actually see him as anything more than a friend so when she shows up at his loft he automatically assumes she’s back with Chuck, but then she gives him a ‘no’ that borders the line of incredulity because why would he think she was there because of that? And then Dan Humphrey blinks in confusion because he certainly can not and will not believe that she’s there for THAT reason and he actually sighs because holy shit, could it be that there’s a teeny, tiny possibility that she might like him too? And her smile and slight eyebrow raise is almost screaming “Yes, idiot. I do like you too. God, Humphrey, do I really need to be this obvious? Fine. Look at my glowing face looking back at you. Is that a sign that could possibly mean anything to you?” and then the entire Dair fandom died that day ^^

Jeff Atkins #2

So this is an imagine I wanted to write ever since I found the song “I want you here” by Plumb.
This is a really sad one and I cried while writing it.

Italic: Past
Normal. Present
Black: Songtext

An ache
So deep
That I
Can hardly breathe
This pain
Can’t be imagined
Will it ever heal?

It’s been one week since the accident that shook up my whole word.
One week since I wasn’t able to get out my bed, let alone talk.
One week since the love of my life died because he went on a beer run for a stupid party.

But today I have to get up because it’s his funeral.
It still sounds surreal that I am about to go to the funeral of my boyfriend.
It still FEELS surreal to think about him being dead.
Every day ever since I wake up, hoping he would have texted me like he used to.

People around me tried to be there for me but I just pushed them away.
What kind of sense does it make now anyway?
Jeff is dead.

Your hand
So small
Held a strand of my hair
So strong
All I could do
Was keep believing
Was that enough?

It was a normal wednesday afternoon Jeff and I spend together.
We were both busy with homework.
Me, reading a paper for communication class and him, writing a paper for english history.

Both of our legs were tangled and I couldn’t help but smile.
It was perfect.
“What are you thinking about?”, he suddenly looks over to me and I look up from my paper while turning my head.

Nothing, really. It’s silly.”
“Come on princess, tell me.”, he said with a soft smile and wiped some hair out of my face.
“I just..I love you. So much it hurts sometimes.”, I sigh and his smile gets brighter before he leans over to me and places a soft kiss on my lips.
“I love you too. I do. More than you know.”

Is anyone there?

As were a standing in front of his grave I can see almost the whole school gathering around it.
It doesn’t really surprise me, Jeff was one of the most popular kids at school.
Kind. Happy. And always looking out for his friends.
But he was so much more than that for me.
He was the most amazing guy I have ever met and thinking about the fact that I’ll never see him again makes my heart break again.
No one seems to notice but I can feel my eyes filling with tears all over again.

I wanna scream
Is this a dream?
How could this happen
Happen to me?
This isn’t fair
This nightmare
This kind of torture
I just can’t bear
I want you here
I want you here

One hour later almost everyone is gone, except for me.
Jeff’s and my parents decided to give me some time alone with him and I couldn’t be more grateful for it.

Tears stream down my face as I sit down in front of it and look at all the flowers and condolences written on it.
The thought of everyone missing him made me smile a bit because it means he had an impact on their lifes.
They cared about him.
But still, for me this a living nightmare.
“I don’t know what to say, Jeff. Everyone’s trying to be supportive but I just can’t stand seeing them. Every day I wake up and hope for you to be there.”, I sob and wipe away the tears from my face.

“I have no idea if heaven really exists but I just want you to know that I will love you forever. I promise.”

I waited so long
For you to come
Then you were here
And now you’re gone
I was not prepared
For you to leave me
Oh this is misery

The first time I’ve met Jeff Atkins he had no idea who I was nor that he was about to fall for me within a week.

I was on a quick run to Rosies to get a milkshake when I bumped into someone and spilled my shake all over him.
“Holy shit, I am so sorry.”, I started apologizing before I looked up and into the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen.
They were pure and honest and I fell for them immediately.

“It’s okay. Really. I’m Jeff, by the way.”, he laughed and I nod while wiping some hair out of my face.
“Y/N. And once again, I am very sorry.”, you smiled but he shook his head before he pointed at one of the free tables.
“One more milkshake without spilling this time?”, he grins and I nod before he orders two more milkshakes.
As we sit down he looks over to me and his smile grows brighter.

Nothing, you’re just nice to look at.”

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Warning: Jungkook smut

Jeon Jungkook is perhaps the only person you consider a sworn enemy. You definitely didn’t intend to ever see him again after high school.

But things never go to plan, do they?

“What’s your name again?”

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