i was close to crying from laughter

Same Time Tomorrow? - Seth Rollins x Reader

Request by @heavenlytheshield - hope you enjoy it!

Summary:- You are in NXT and have been training extra hard. One night, you accidentally let ‘daddy’ slip while Seth is playfully tickling you. You get up and run away, going into the showers - but Seth follows you in there. 

Warnings:- Smut, Swearing, Daddy Kink

Word Count- 1,304

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[Baby Steps]

Series: Fairy Tail.
Pairing: NaLu.
Setting: Canon. 
Prompt: “Meet the parents.” 
Dedication: Anon. Thanks for participating in my giveaway! <3

Summary: He never expected to fall in love a second time. 

Natsu threw the doors open and burst into the infirmary. Happy collapsed onto a nearby bed, his wings receding with exhaustion. It had taken everything he’d got to rush Natsu back to the guild, but he’d done it. He was a true friend. 

Expectant eyes flickered up from across the room, taking in the sight of his sweat-riddled face and flustered expression, before diverting back to the bed in the far corner. Natsu spotted Lucy sitting in the bed, leaning against Wendy’s shoulder. Her cheeks were flushed, wisps of blonde hair plastered to her face. She looked battle-worn. Hardened to pain and beautiful. Natsu’s heart skipped when he spotted the bundle of cloth in her arms.

He’d missed it.

Striding across the room, Natsu paused to meet Erza’s gaze, which lingered just a little longer than the others. He felt a glimmer of guilt trickle forth, then a twinge of annoyance. Their son hadn’t been due for two weeks. He couldn’t have known. She clicked her tongue in disapproval, but said nothing as he pushed his way through the crowd towards Lucy’s bed.

‘I’m so sorry I’m late,’ he panted, catching a bead of sweat on his fingertip. 

‘Late,’ Gajeel scoffed. ‘You missed it, Salamander.’

‘Give him a break. He probably got motion sickness and had to stop to catch his breath,’ Gray sniped.

‘Gray,’ Juvia scolded. ‘Natsu did his best to be here.’

‘He was in a hurry to meet you,’ Lucy said. ‘I’m sorry you had to rush back from your job.’

All eyes shifted to the tiny bundle in Lucy’s arms. Natsu eased closer, a tingle of uncertainty tickling at the back of his neck. The echo of his heartbeat was deafening in his ears. When he leaned in, his breath caught. A tiny face peeked up at him from the cloth. And then his son’s eyes opened to meet his gaze.

He never expected to fall in love a second time.

Leaning in to touch his son’s tiny hand, Natsu swallowed back an unexpected sob. Lucy smiled fondly as she watched the interaction. He could feel the others staring at his back, anticipating the tears that soon trickled onto his cheeks. His mind reeled back to the days spent with Igneel. To the time he’d started to read and write. To the days he’d learned magic. To the many times he and Gray fought in battle. To the way Erza had given him strict lessons. To the things Master Makarov had taught him. To the unyielding protection of his friends. All of those things, every step, had led him to this moment. 

Natsu sucked in a breath. ‘He’s…’

‘He looks a lot like Lucy,’ Wendy noted. ‘Don’t you think?’

Natsu glanced up at his friend. She’d grown during the last seven years. Her blue hair sat cropped at her shoulders, enhancing the maturity of her face. It was with Wendy’s guidance that Lucy had delivered his beautiful son. And it was with Lucy’s strength that he could take Igneel’s place as a father. He only hoped he could do the role justice. 

‘You’re amazing, Lucy,’ Natsu praised, wiping a tear from his cheek.

‘Man up,’ Gajeel teased. ‘You don’t want your son to see you cry, do you?’

Lucy shot him a warning glance. 

Levy smacked him on the back of the head. ‘As I recall, Gajeel,’ she snapped, ‘you cried before and after the twins were born.’

The group dissolved into laughter. Natsu leaned in to press a kiss to Lucy’s forehead and then she held their son out towards him. Big eyes gazed up into his soul, instilling flames of warmth in his heart. Natsu held the bundle close, inspected the wrinkle of soft skin and the flush of his son’s ruddy cheeks, and felt a smile growing on his face. His heart swelled with affection. 

Lucy’s smile widened. ‘What a lucky boy he is,’ she said, ‘to have so many caring uncles and aunts. He’ll never be lonely.’

‘Yeah,’ Natsu agreed. ‘Welcome to Fairy Tail, Nysa.’


Nysa;  The Nysa or Nysian asteroids (also known as the Hertha family or the Polana family) are a group of asteroids in the asteroid belt orbiting the Sun.

How could I ever forget about you?

Jughead Jones x Reader

In which Jughead has actually done nothing wrong

Slight angst, then fluff

“Please come to the game,” Archie pleaded as we walked down the hall, “I’m gonna need all the support I can get, with Reggie and I both fighting for Jason’s spot.”

Veronica and I shared a look as we reached our lockers.

“Look, Arch, I’d love to, it’s just tonight I’m doing something with Jughead, and we’ve been planning it for ages.” I mumbled, blushing and smiling into my locker. Veronica gave me a knowing smile as Archie nudged me, grinning.

“Stop!” I said playfully, “this is precisely why I didn’t tell you!” They both laughed as I shut my locker and we walked into our classroom. They loved to tease both Jug and I about our relationship, and thanks to my pale skin and its tendency to turn red whenever anything remotely embarrassing or exciting happened, it always had an effect on me.

“Look she’s blushing!” Archie laughed, pinching my cheek

“Oh, go away.” I said grumpily, sitting down.

“So what are you doing that’s so special?’ Ronnie asked me as she took her seat behind me and leaned forward.

“Nothing big, just hanging out.” I replied, still blushing. The truth was that it was mine and Jughead’s two-year anniversary today, and we had planned to meet at the cinema, to see a film together, like we did on our first date. It wasn’t fancy, and it may not have seemed like a very special idea, but it was to me. I hadn’t been able to see Jug much over the past few weeks, us being so busy with novels and schoolwork and murders, and I was looking forward to forgetting about all of that and just being with him.

I didn’t see him all day, and rushed home after school to get ready. I was so excited to see him, and as I twirled around my room in my dress, I realised how lucky I was to still be so in love after two years. Infatuation is a flame lit suddenly, but it can be blown out with just as much speed. I didn’t want that to happen to us.

I stood outside the cinema with a soft smile on my face as I got more and more excited to see my boyfriend. I glanced down at my phone, noticing that it was 7:20. We had organised to meet at 7. I brushed it off, knowing that Jughead wasn’t exactly known for being punctual.

Even when my phone read 7:45, I gave him the benefit of the doubt, and assured myself that he would be there soon.

When it got to the hour mark I gave up.

I felt emotion build in the back of my throat, and tried not to cry as I made to leave. We barely see each other all week and then he stands me up? He forgot about me. Maybe I was wrong about our relationship. I slung my bag onto my shoulder, angrily brushing away a stray tear.

I turned the corner, and who did I see walking towards me but Jughead Jones III.

I watched to see if he would apologise, or show any sign of a good excuse for being so late. But no, he was strolling down the road at a leisurely pace, and a lazy smile spread across his face when he saw me.

I huffed and avoided his gaze as I attempted to quickly walk past him.

“Hey, Y/N, Y/N!” He grabbed my arm as he reached me, his eyebrows furrowing as he saw my face, “Hey, what’s wrong?” His concerned tone made me even angrier.

“You tell me Jughead!” I snapped, ripping my arm from his grip and whipping around to face him, fuming.

“Wh- I don’t-” He stuttered, alarmed by my anger. He was frowning, his eyes wide, almost as if he didn’t know. There was a moment of silence as we both just stared at each other. He looked as if he wanted to reach out to me, but was unsure, and worried I might blow up at him again if he spoke. My gaze roamed his face, wondering how this relationship could mean so little to him.

“Jughead we were meant to meet an hour ago!” I finally shouted. “I was so excited for this! It’s our two-year anniversary and I have barely seen you all week and you’re an hour late and you think you can just waltz up here and-” I stopped talking as my bottom lip wavered and my throat closed up. I took a shaky breath and looked up to the sky before speaking again, this time quietly.

“Does this relationship mean anything to you?” I asked, looking at him, no anger left in my voice. I was surprised to see him trying not to smile. What the hell is wrong with him?

“What so now you think it’s funny?” I asked disbelievingly, my eyes filling with tears as he laughed at my expense.

“No, no, Y/N, listen.” He took my hand, more serious now.

“We planned to meet at 8, Y/N, remember? I had to meet Betty for the Blue and Gold so we decided to meet later?” I was silent. My stomach dropped as I remembered the conversation. Time seemed to stretch as the realisation struck me.

“So you were… completely on time,” I said slowly. “Oh my god.” I berated myself intensely in my head. I completely overreacted and flipped out on him for no reason. I felt like crying again. I turned away from Jughead to throw my hands up in the air, bringing them down to rest on my head. I turned back to him, humiliated,

“Well that’s extremely embarrassing.” I said quietly as he began to laugh.

When his laughter died down we stood opposite each other in the street, quiet and still.

“Come here.” His lips raised on one side, nodding his head at me as he opened his arms. I trudged into them slowly, feeling them close tightly around my back as I gripped his jacket.

I closed my eyes, breathing him in.

“I’m sorry Jug.” I mumbled into his shoulder, breathing in shakily.

He squeezed me tighter and pressed a kiss to my bare shoulder.

“It’s okay.” He pulled away to look at me, his hands moving down to my waist.

“And for the record, this relationship is the only thing I’ve got going for me. You’re the only one who would date me anyway.” He smirked and I let out a short laugh.

“Seriously though Y/N,” he spoke thoughtfully, “did you really think I didn’t care enough to come to this date?”

I looked down, not wanting to meet his gaze.

“I thought you had forgotten me.” I looked up. His brow was furrowed as he reached his hands up to rest on either side of my head. His thumbs softly brushed my cheeks. Our eye contact was so intense that I almost forgot to breathe.

“How could I ever forget about you?” His voice was quiet as his gaze roamed my face and my hands came to rest on his forearms. I leaned up and brought my lips to meet his.

“I love you.” I told him as we pulled away.

“I love you too,” he said, “really.”

After a few more seconds, he suddenly wasn’t solemn anymore, but grinning down at me, his eyes twinkling.

“Are you blushing?”

“Oh for God’s sake!”

This is kinda dumb and my first jughead imagine so its sorta bad soz

Hit It Fergie

I had to get this fic out of my system!

Fic Request.

(Y/T/N)- Your Twitter Name

Originally posted by ethan-support-group

“@(Y/T/N) you need to get Ethan to do this!”

“Please convince him to remake the video!” 

“I’m begging you! Get him to remake the vid!” 

The Tweets and messages flowed in like a flood. Complete with pleas and beggings from your boyfriend’s audience, plus a link to a very old video. 
As soon as you clicked play, your eyes lit up and you were running up to the office where Ethan was editing. 
“Ethan!” You cried as you rushed over to him. “I have an idea for your 1st of April video.” 
“Oh yeah? Let’s hear it,” He replied, his gaze still on the computer in front of him. 
You positioned the phone in front of Ethan’s face and pressed play. 

“Listen up, y'all, ‘cause this is it-”  

“Noooooooo!” Ethan slapped the phone out of your hand. Slamming a finger onto the screen to pause it. “No! That is not happening!” 
“Please, please, please!” You begged, wrapping your arms around him. “It’ll be so funny to see you do it!” 
“I’m not singing to that damn song,” Ethan grumbled irritably. You squeezed his shoulders, shaking him gently. 
“Come on, baaabe. It’ll be fun!” You whined. “Everyone wants to see it.” 
He crossed his arms and shook his head, “Nope. Never! I refuse!” 

“I hate you,” He snapped, only half angry. “I can’t believe you talked me into this.” 
You couldn’t stop the massive smile that crawled across your face as you stood behind the camera. He sat down and had the laptop on with his old video up and sighed. 
Ethan’s eyes set on you standing behind the camera, “You are so not going to watch me do this.” 
“Oh I so am,” You replied with a chuckle. “I’m not missing this for the world.” 
“You can watch it when I’m done!” Ethan half yelled. 
“Nope, I’m staying here!” You stubbornly sat your ass on the chair behind you. Crossing your arms and smiling when he groaned. 
“Fine, but if you laugh I’m throwing you out.” He mumbled, fixing his hair before starting the recording. 
When the music started and Ethan began to sing, it took all of your strength not to burst into a fit of giggles. 
His mouth moved fluently with the lyrics, his body gently moving to the music. 
You were able to contain your laughter for a few moments, but as soon as Ethan did the “ I blow kisses” your body shook with stifled laughter. Ethan’s eyes flickered to you for a half of a second and his mouth curled in a smile and his lips fumbled with the words. 
“Goddamn it, (Y/N)!” Ethan laughed, pausing the video. 
“That was adorable!” You blurted through your giggles. “Oh my God!” 
Ethan shook his head, flicking his hair in annoyance. 

More than once Ethan blurted out with laughter because of your grinning face. Especially when the chorus came on and then Ethan motioned lifting weights. 
He sighed, only a little annoyed. Your giggles were making him smile too much to concentrate. 
“Go get a paper bag or something,” He joked as he restarted everything. 
“No, you’ll lock me out!” You said. “I promise I’ll hold on. I won’t laugh.” 
“You said that six takes ago!” Ethan exclaimed. “One more time, and if you laugh, I’ll get Tyler to carry you out.” 
You nodded, seating yourself down on the chair and holding onto the sides. 
Ethan managed to get through the whole song without looking at you and you got through most of the recording without so much as giggling. 
But when the song started on the final minute and Ethan started bobbing his head, you found it very difficult to control yourself. 
You started grooving behind the camera, silently dancing to the music. 
Shimming and crumbing as Ethan wiggled his shoulders and weaved his arms about. 
Just as the song came to a close, Ethan burst out laughing as you stood and started waving your hips in a ridiculous fashion. 
“I was so close!” He howled. “No, you’re so out of here!” Ethan launched himself at you as you crumpled with laughter. 
You tried to scramble away but Ethan grabbed hold of your waist and spun you around to face him. You squealed when his fingers dug into your hips, making you cry out and swat at him.
He drowned out your giggles with a kiss, ignoring the “is everything ok”’s from outside the door. 
“Now, get out of here before I do something else to keep you quiet,” Ethan winked, slapping your ass as he nudged you towards the door.

Originally posted by ahslove15

Your POV:

A scream barely escaped my throat, as my body began to shiver. I could not get the image out of my mind. What the hell was wrong with this house? Doors closed, lights flickered, maniacal laughter sounded, and monsters roamed the halls. I should have never taken that stupid dare, it was pure suicide. Then it started again. A faint whispering began from my right. “Come play with me.” The voice hissed. I opened my mouth to scream as a creature began to emerge from the shadows. I immediately turned around, reaching out, trying to find the front door in the darkness. “Shhhh…” A hand clamped over my mouth and pulled me into a corner of the house. I felt my chest rise and fall before I felt a muffled cry escape my mouth. “Hey! It’s okay, I’m here” the boy spoke as he let go of my face. “I’m sorry if Beau scared you.” the boy apologized. “I-I um. Thank You.” I mumbled out. A smiled formed upon the boy’s mouth. “Well then. I’m Tate and welcome to the Murder House.

Not Meant To Be pt. 2

Originally posted by totallyyehet

Characters: Jungkook x Y/N
Genre: Angst/Fluff
Word count: 2.1k



“If only we had a second chance.” You mumbled quietly, knowing you’d never have that chance anymore. The sparkle in his eyes when he looked at her, the care in his voice, and the way he held her like she was so fragile, and how he grinned at her, was something you didn’t and would never receive in the time to come.

It also reminded you that he wasn’t yours anymore, and the two of you just weren’t meant to be.

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#10 Auston Matthews

Hi could you please do an imagine where you’re Auston’s best friend and he helps you through a sleepless night and maybe you realize you like each other? Thank you!

warnings: swearies bc I have a potty mouth

Idk what this is but at least the last bit is cute

song suggestion of the day: Laid by james (cover by catfish and the bottlemen bc i cant stop listening to them atm)

Originally posted by hockeyfanatique

It hadn’t been a great week if you were being honest. This wasn’t your first restless night but at least tonight you could find a little comfort in snapchatting Auston. He’d had the opposite problem and had pretty much just slept for three days straight so it was nice to talk to him again.

‘You look tired.’

‘wow thanks.’ you replied.

‘maybe you should sleep its already 11.40′

you laughed at that. It was cute how he’d say little things like that. He was always looking out for you and you appreciated it.

‘Maybe you should. Weren’t you trying to get back to a normal sleep pattern?’

‘don’t think that’s going to happen anytime soon’ he replied. ‘but seriously, you look exhausted.’

‘fine I’ll go to bed if it’ll make you shut up about it.’ you replied, knowing that he was not going to let it go anytime soon if you didn’t.

After tossing and turning for what felt like hours, you were scrolling through instagram looking for something to do when Auston messaged you.

‘thought you went to sleep’

‘you stalker.’ you replied with a small smile. ‘can’t sleep’

he sent you a sad face. ‘why not?’

‘idk. Just can’t’

‘im coming over.’

You rolled your eyes at that. ‘no you aren’t. Go to sleep Auston.’

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Let me love you | Jungkook X Reader

Summary: You end up fighting with your boyfriend, leading him to physically hurt you. After finally getting out of the situation and finally breaking up with him, you seek Jungkook’s comforting arms. As he comforts you,Jungkook realizes he can’t continue hiding his feelings for you and decides to finally confess his feelings.

Requested: no

Warnings: physical abuse, vulgar language

You sat on the couch, waiting for your boyfriend for the third time that week. Looking towards the clock, you let out an irritated sigh as you furrowed your eyebrows. 12:47am. You knew it was pointless waiting for (y/bf/n), seeming that it always ended in an argument. That’s just how it’s been the past few weeks. Him coming home drunk as shit, sometimes smelling like other women, you waiting for him, and the endless fights.

You looked toward the entrance as the doorknob jiggled. (Y/bf/n) stumbled through the door, gripping some girl’s waist as he continued to suck her face off. You stood quickly, your arms crossed over your chest. “Who the hell is this?” you snapped. His head quickly snapped to where you were standing, his eyes locking with yours. “Shit.” he muttered. “Leave.” he told the girl, his eyes still locked with yours.


“Fucking leave.” he growled, this time looking at her. She rolled her eyes and slammed the door behind her as she left. You continued to stare at him in silence. “So, is this what you do? Go out, get drunk and fuck other girls?” you said coldly. His eyes narrowed, before saying, “Does it matter what I do?”

“Of course it matters! I’m your girlfriend for fucks sake!” you said in a raised voice. He scoffed, turning away. You walked towards him, hitting his back with your fists. Growling he grabbed your wrists and threw you to the floor. “God you’re such a fucking pest.” he growled, looking down a you. You stood and gave (y/bf/n) a venomous glare. “If I’m such a pest, why the hell do you keep me around?” you spat.

“Oh honey, isn’t it obvious? I only dated you for sexual purposes. You honestly don’t mean crap to me.” he said with a smirk. You stood frozen, your (e/c) eyes wide. That had cut you deep. You opened your mouth to say something, but no words came out. This caused his smirk to widen. “What is it sweetheart? Cat got your tongue?” he said while taking a step towards you. You shook your head, eyes glued to his face. “It was all a lie?” you whispered softly. 

(Y/bf/n) let out a dark chuckle. “Of course (y/n). I mean who would want to date somebody as worthless as you?”

He lifted his and caressed your cheek, a smirk still gracing his lips. You smacked his hand away and said, “You know what? We’re done. I never want to see your disgusting face again.” you snapped, pushing him away. This caused the smirk to fall from his lips. He grabbed you and pushed you against the wall. “Listen here, you little bitch. We aren’t over unless I say so.” he growled, his eyes going dark. He then grabbed your bum, a smirk once again evident. 

(Y/bf/n) brought a finger to your mouth as he began to trace the shape of your lips. You took this opportunity and bit down on his finger, feeling triumph as he pulled his hand away in pain.  But this feeling soon left as he backhanded you, black dots filling your vision. The left side of your face throbbed painfully as you lifted your hand to your cheek. A small gasp left your lips and before you could do anything else, hands were wrapped tightly around your throat.

“You fucking bitch!” he yelled angrily, hitting your head against the wall behind you. You struggled to breathe, clawing at his hands, reaching for  something, anything, to hit him with. Your lungs were on fire and you knew you had to do something before he killed you. Eyes landing on a vase beside you, you desperately reached towards it. 

Feeling the cool surface of the vase against your hand, you grabbed it and immediately brought it against (y/bf/n)’s head. His hands let go of your throat as he stumbled back. You held the table beside you as you gasped, air filling your lungs once again. You grabbed your phone and looked at your now ex-boyfriend, who seemed be bleeding. Your (e/c) eyes wide, you said, “We’re done (y/ex-bf/n). I don’t care what you say, we’re done.”

You bolted out the door and began running, your feet automatically carrying you to the one person you wanted most. Jungkook. Oh, how he was right. He told you countless times that (y/ex-bf/n) wasn’t good for you. ‘God, I should have listened to him. Why must I be so stubborn?’ you thought angrily as you reached the house. 

Before you could raise your hand to knock the door had swung open, revealing Jungkook on the other side. “I seen you coming through the window. What happened to you?” he asked softly, pulling you into the house. His fingers brushed against your cheek, causing you to wince at the pain. Jungkook lifted your chin and examined your neck.

“He did this?” Jungkook whispered.

You nodded slowly. You looked up at him, your (e/c) filled with tears. “He used me Kookie. He only wanted me for my body, and I was stupid enough to believe he loved me. I should have listened to you.” you yelled, tugging at your (h/l) (h/c) hair. Jungkook said nothing, but grabbed your hand and led you to his room.

It hurt him to see you like this. To see you crying, hurt and overall broken. It hurt him seeing you with other men. Oh, how he wished he could call you his. He wanted to be the reason you smiled day after day, the reason for your laughter. I have to tell her, I can’t just keep these feelings to myself. Not anymore, he thought.

You wrapped your arms around his torso, wanting comfort. Wanting for him to hold you close. You felt Jungkook stiffen and frowned when he pulled away from you. “I can’t.” he whispered, moving away. “I’m sorry, I can’t.”

“Kookie? What’s wrong?” you asked, your tone laced with worry. You reached out to touch his shoulder, but dropped your hand when you seen him flinch away from your touch. He turned away from you and stared out the window. “Please tell me what’s wrong.” you begged.

“I can’t stand to see you cry (y/n). I can’t stand seeing you date other guys. For fuck’s sake, it hurts me seeing tears fall from your eyes, seeing you hurt and broken. But most of all it hurts me when other men are making you laugh and smile. It hurts so damn much because I want that to be me. I want to be the one to make you smile. I want to be the reason you laugh. I wish to be the one holding you at night, just being able to have your body tangled with mine. You don’t deserve getting hurt. You deserve being treated like the damn queen you are. I want to call you mine, and to be able to have you say that I’m yours. Because damn it (y/n), I’m in love with you. I’m so fucking in love with you.”

He dropped to your knees in front of you, holding his head in his hands. When he finally looked up, you saw the years glistening on his cheeks. “Please (y/n). Let me be the one to do all those things. Let me love you.” he cried.

You were shocked. You wanted to say something, but no word passed your lips. Jungkook continued to sob, his head in his hands. You dropped down next to him, taking his face into your hands. His eyes refused to meet your (e/c) ones. “Jeon Jungkook, look at me.” You said firmly.

“Why didn’t you tell me before kookie? If I had known, I wouldn’t have dated these other men, especially that foul son of a bitch (y/ex-bf/n). Because believe it or not, I’ve been in love with you since day one. I thought that dating other people will help me get over you. It worked for the time I was with (y/ex-bf/n). But look at where it led me, Jungkook. It led me back to you. It always comes back to you.” You said, truthfully.

His eyes searched your face, as if looking for signs that you were lying to him. When he didn’t find any he said, “So you’ll give me a chance? You’ll let me be the one to love you and treat you how you should be treated?” You smiled and nodded your head. He grabbed your face and gently pressed his lips to yours.

“I think we should wait a while, kookie. Seeming that I just got out of a relationship, getting together now would look bad.” you said once he pulled away. He nodded. “I understand.” he said.

“Because now that I know you feel the same way, I’m willing to wait for the right time to officially call you mine. I will wait for you (Y/n) (Y/l/n), no matter how long it takes.“


The end :)) -J

{Requests are open}

Raised By A Gang

Title: Raised By A Gang-8

Pairing:Reader/Exo Mafia!au

Summary: After you parents passed you were raised by family friends,they just happened to be a gang.

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Originally posted by kibaems

“Quick Y/N, this way!” Chen yelled running down the hall, me trailing behind him. We quickly run to his room, sliding in and running for a place to hide. I ran to his bed, sliding under it and trying to control my quick breathing. I heard Chen running to his closet and quietly close the door. As my breathing finally decided to slow I heard a loud yelling down the hall, followed by the stomping of feet.

“CHEN! Y/N! GET OUT HERE NOW”  I heard the yell of Suho yell out into the hallway. I snickered, covering my mouth with my hand. I could hear Chen doing the same in his spot. I could also hear the slamming of doors opening and closing, which was obviously Suho trying to find us. He continued to yell as he went, mostly about how much trouble we were going to be in when he found us. As he was storming around I couldn’t contain my laughter and had to close my eyes from crying from laughing so hard.

Suddenly I was grabbed by the ankles and yanked out from under the bed. I screamed in my panic thrashing around. Suho was holding me by my ankles so that I was hanging upside down. I looked at him and noticing that he was dripping wet while his hair was a light pink color. His face however was a deep red “you think this is funny?” he asks fuming, I try not to laugh to piss him off more but I’m unable to control myself. I look back at his hair and red face and break into laughter. He sighs frustratedly before letting go of my ankles and dropping me onto the floor. I drop with a thump while Suho moves to the closet. He throws open the doors storming in, I hear a yell from Chen from within the room.

I hear another opening door so I turn my head to look at it seeing Kris standing in the doorway. “Whats going on, I heard a scream and a loud thump” he questions crossing his arms I look at him but point my finger towards the closet. He turns his eyes to look that way just as a whining Chen comes out having his ear pulled by the still red faced Suho. “what happened to your hair?” Kris asks with a smirk, Suho’s eyes snap up to look at him. He points at the two of us “these two put red kool aid in the shower top, now my hair is stained this color!” he says grabbing Chen’s ear tighter, to which the said man whines more. “We thought it would be funny! It will wash out with a few showers hyung” Chen says trying to get Suho to release his ear. Suho grabs tighter but then releases “you better hope so” he glares but quickly whips around to look at me. I cower slightly “and you, don’t think you aren’t getting punished either. You are grounded till Friday.” he says sternly. “But it’s only Tuesday?!” I say exasperated “no buts! It’s not that long, now give me your phone” he says putting his hand out to take my phone.

I sigh but hand it over to him, after he takes it he storms out of the room. Kris stands in the door for a second, eyes following Suho before turning to look at us. He winks and leaves the room closing the door after himself.

Chen turns to me “we are getting your phone back before than” he says with a mischievous glint in his eyes. I raise my eyebrow at him “how exactly do you intend to do that?” I ask him “I’m gonna teach you how to pick a lock” he says putting his hands on his hips in a heroic fashion. I laugh “I feel like that is going to get us in more trouble” I say standing up from where I was dropped on the floor. “No it’s fine besides I know the safe Suho keeps his stuff in is” he says heading for the door. “You wanna do it right now!” I yell at him, he turns around looking wide eyed at me “quite! We don’t want everyone knowing what we are doing!” he says slamming the door closed again “we will do it tomorrow, they will be least suspecting then also Suho will be away for the day. I’m going to get a safe out of the basement to practice” he says walking out the door, leaving me alone in his room.

A few minutes pass and he returns holding an old looking safe in his hands. “We got rid of this because it was too hard to open” he says putting it down in front of his bed. “It was too hard to open, so you want me to learn to pick the lock on it?” I ask raising my brows again. “Yes because if you learn on a hard lock any other will be a piece of cake” he says raising his hand to beckon me forward. I stand walking to the safe and sitting in front of him. He reaches for my hair and grabs a bobby pin from it causing my hair to fall in front of my face. I blow my hair away and stare at him “ok so take this and stick it in the hole” he says, I smirk looking at him “that’s what she said” I joke taking the bobby pin from him. He smacks the back of my head “knock it off and focus” he laughs. I do as he instructs “ok now listen closely to the safe and try to figure out how it fits” he says. I put my ear against the safe and listen waiting for everything to click into place. It takes awhile but when it does I turn and look at him. “Now slam your hand on it to lock it in place and twist” he instructs watching me intently. I do as he says and with the last turn I hear a click louder than the ones before.

I look at him again for instruction but he just gestures for me to open it. I do and with it the safe opens revealing nothing inside the box besides a few dead flies. “Good now practice that a few times till you have it down” he crosses his arms over his chest looking proud. I close the safe again locking it and proceed to do it again.

I probably open the safe a total of 7 times before he says I can stop, each time I get faster at it. “Good, now remember what I told you. We are getting your phone back tomorrow” he says standing taking the safe with him. Just as he is about to close the door he turns back around “goodnight Y/N, sleep well” with that he closes the door leaving me alone. I turn and look at the clock noticing it’s 11 pm.

I get up and change into a pair of pj’s and crawl into my bed, excited to try my new skill tomorrow.

“Wake up Y/N, Suho’s gone” I hear Chen whisper shaking me. I groan trying to roll over onto my side. He pulls me back forward “no Y/N, we gotta do this now” he says pulling me into a sitting position. I groan again but reluctantly open my eyes “fine” I saying pulling myself from his grip. I roll over and stand from my bed. “Grab some bobby pins and meet me outside your room” he says leaving me to grab stuff. I walk to my bathroom grabbing at the stuff and throwing my hair in a ponytail.

I walk out my room meeting Chen in the hall. He is leaning against the wall looking around till he spots me “good you’re here, let’s go” he says.

We start to sneak our way to Suho’s room till we are both startled by a voice from behind us.

“Going somewhere?” Kyungsoo asks looking suspicious. I always forget that he is an early riser. “We are um… just going for a stroll. Right Y/N!” Chen tries to cover last minute looking at me. “Uh… yeah right, stroll” I say crossing my arms behind me back concealing the bobby pins. “Uh huh, sure. This stroll wouldn’t have anything to do with your phone right?” he asked raising an eyebrow in question casually sipping his tea. Both Chen and my eyes widen at him, before Chen can say anything I step in “please don’t tell him Soo!” I say clasping my hands in front of me, even using my childhood nickname for him to try to convince him, looking cuter and younger.

He stops what he is doing and glances between Chen and me before giving a sigh, closing his eyes “fine” both Chen and I let out a huge breath. “But, no pranking me for two months” he says sternly. Both of us nodding excitedly “of course!” we say in unison running off before he can say anything else.

We make it to Suho’s room soon enough and sneak our way in, closing the door quietly after ourselves. “Quick its under his bed” Chen says pointing it out. We both run to it and pull the safe out from under his bed. We both sit down on the floor, I pull out my bobby pins and start to try to open it. I quickly try to crack it while Chen is breathing down my neck, wanting me to move quickly.

The click from it opening filled the small space. What we didn’t notice was that we were so excited from the lock opening we didn’t here the click of the door opening. Both Chen and I cheered and high fived. A throat clearing stopped us both in our tracks, we both whipped around to see Suho standing in the doorway with an eyebrow raised before he casually said “busted.”

Happy Mother's Day

Fandom: Star Wars

Pairing: Poe Dameron x Reader

Summary: It’s Mother’s Day.


The giggles of a little girl filled your ears and made you stir from your slumber. A quiet, “Ssssshhh” came after it. You smiled as you used the heel of your palms to rub the sleep away from your eyes.

You sat up and opened your eyes to see Poe and your little Shara standing at the foot of the bed, “Happy Mother’s Day!” They both exclaimed. Poe was carrying a tray of breakfast and Shara held up a picture.

Shara climbed onto the bed and handed you the picture, “I drew this for you, Mommy!” You smiled as you looked at the picture. It was a stick figure drawing of you standing in front of your X-wing. Across the page at the bottom, it read: Best Mommy in the Resistance!

“This is the best picture I’ve ever seen, Shar!” You pulled her into your arms and peppered kisses all over her face and she giggled.

“Okay! My turn!” Poe shouted. Shara climbed off your lap and sat beside you. Poe set the tray of breakfast onto your lap. There were chocolate pancakes with the chocolate chips forming a heart in the middle.

You looked up at Poe, “Thank you.” He bent down and gave you a quick kiss on the lips.

“I put the chocolate chips!” Your daughter said.

You beamed at her, “And you did so well, my little flybug!” You cut into the pancake and before you bit into it, you asked Poe, “Did you guys eat?”

He nodded, “Yep. Go ahead.” You obliged and stuffed your face. You hummed at the sweetness filling your mouth. “So what do you want to do today?”

You swallowed the food and took a sip from the glass of orange juice that accompanied your meal, “I wanna visit your mother.”

Poe didn’t expect that answer, “Really?”

You softly smiled and nodded, “Yeah. It’s been a while since we’ve seen her.”

Poe gulped, “Okay. Whatever you like, hon.”


The three of you arrived to Yavin 4 in your old family U-wing. As soon as you landed, Shara ran out to her waiting grandfather, “PAPA KES!”

Kes knelt down and caught the little 6 year old in his arms, “Hey there, flybug!” You and Poe walked out hand in hand. Kes stood back up and hugged the both of you , “Hey, you two. Happy Mother’s Day Y/N.”

“Thanks, dad.”

“Well, she’s waiting as usual.” Poe nodded and pulled Shara with him towards the back of the Dameron home. You stayed behind and Kes looked at you, “Was this your idea?”

You nodded, “You know how he is. It hurts him too much to come back.”

“I’m glad you’re here though. I think it’s the best time to come here.” He nodded towards the direction your husband and daughter went, “Better go catch up. I’ll be inside finishing up lunch.”

“Okay.” You kissed your father-in-law’s cheek and ran to catch up with your family.

Poe and Shara stood next to the famous Force Tree that was gifted to Poe’s mother by Luke Skywalker.

Shara looked at her dad, then the stone that read his mother’s name that she shared. She ran up to the stone and hugged it, “Happy Mother’s Day, Mama Shara.”

Poe sadly smiled as tears fell from his eyes. You stood next to him and intertwined your fingers with his. His hold on you tightened, afraid that if he faltered even a little, you’d disappear, “Happy Mother’s Day, mama. I miss you and think of you every day. I love you so much.”

Suddenly a wind started to blow making the leaves on the ground the three of you swirl around you.

Little Shara’s eyes widened, “It’s Mama Shara!”

Poe started to cry even more. He closed his eyes and felt the wind on his face. He imagined his mom kissing his cheek. He felt a pressure against his body as if someone was hugging him.

Tears started falling from your eyes. This was something you’ve never experience before. It was beautiful.

Both of you just stood there feeling the wind while Shara danced around trying to catch the leaves floating around her. Her laughter filling both of your ears.

Minutes later, the wind faded and everything was back to its calm and peaceful nature.

Poe opened his eyes and looked at you so lovingly, “Thank you.”

You gently stroked Poe’s cheek and kissed him on the lips, “You’re welcome.”

Kes came up from behind clearing his throat. A knowing look fashioning his face, “Uh, the food’s ready. If you’re hungry.”

“Yay!” Shara ran to you two and tugged at both of your hands, “Let’s eat! Let’s eat!”

Both of you chuckling, “Okay, flybug! We’re coming!”

Just A Dream.


Characters: Spencer Reid x Reader

Requested: Nope :) Thought of it myself.

A/N: Reader has an enormous crush on Spencer that no one knows about. Not even the genius himself. One night the reader as a dream about the boy wonder and can’t seem to get him out of her mind.

WARNING: FULL OF FLUFF (and a little smut)! AND KIDS!

Master List

Originally posted by imaybeobsessed94

Trying to tuck your youngest child into bed, you begin to hear the garage door opening. Your child perks his ears up as he shoot up in bed. “Daddy!” He exclaims.

“No no no!’ You try grabbing onto his tiny arm, but he escapes the room before you get a good grip. Groaning you get up from the bed and chase after him.

“Daddy’s home!” He shouts as he runs down the hallway. Your two oldest children step out of the rooms rubbing their eyes.

“Dad’s home?” Your ten old daughter asks still rubbing her eyes before letting out a yawn.

“Yeah..” You say nodding your head.

“I want to see daddy!” Your five year old son says as he steps out of his room and follows behind the three year old.

“Daddy!” Your youngest shouts again. You reach the bottom of the stairs to see Spence scoop up the little boy before smothering him in kisses.

“I’ve missed you so much Isaac.” He said making the youngest giggle.

“I’m glad you’re home daddy.” The five year old said as he hugged Spencer’s legs. You smiled upon seeing all three kids hugging their father. He looks up at you, a smile spreading across his face. He sets down the youngest and walks over to you. He wraps his arms around your waist pulling you close to him. You can feel his breath run down your face before feeling his lips pressed against yours.

“I love you.” He whispers after gently kissing your lips.

“I love you too.” You say smiling.

“Get a room..” The ten year old said as she walked past. Spencer reached out and ruffled her hair making groan. He chuckles kissing you once more.

“How about we put the kids back to bed and really get our own room?” He whispers in your ear.

“I’d like that.”

“Okay! Bedtime!” Spencer exclaims clapping his hands together. He scoops of the five year old throwing him over his shoulders making him cry out in fits of laughter. You pick up the three year old placing him on your hips and carry him back up to his room. From down the hall, you hear your five year old laughing.

“Mommy, I love you.” The three year old says.

You smile before kissing his forehead. “I love you too, River.” You finish tucking him in before leaving his room leaving the door cracked open allowing some light to peek inside.

Walking down the hallway you see Spencer slip out of Isaac’s room closing the door quietly behind him. He grabs your hand pulling you down your bedroom and throwing you down onto the bed. You laughed out loud before Spencer clamped his hand over your mouth. “Shhhh.” He whispers. “The kids are sleeping.”

“Look who’s talking.” You smirk making him chuckle. Next thing you know he’s pulling your shirt off and kissing your neck. You bite your lip trying not let your moans slip. He moves down your neck to your collarbone before unhooking your bra. He unties the strings of your pajama pants and pulls them off. You grabbed at the buttons on his button up and start undoing them as he slams his lips against yours. He slides you up to the top of the bed and you begin undoing his belt. He pulls your legs apart to rest between them. You flip the two of you over falling off the bed…

Opening your eyes again you find yourself on the floor of your apartment bedroom. Alone. No Spencer. No kids.

“Why does this always happen?” You say before pulling yourself off the floor.

Originally posted by scorstunning

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What Day Is It?

a/n happy [extremely late] valentine’s day! This took me so long because I wasn’t exactly happy with it, but here you go <3


Felix absolutely hated seeing his boyfriend sad. Especially when he couldn’t do anything about it.

But he was mentally kicking himself as he sat in his office, because the reason Jack was upset was because of him.

Which just made everything ten times worse.

It was Valentine’s Day, and Jack had been dropping hints about what he wanted for the past week or so, and Felix had to pretend to not pick up on those hints.

They would be in the mall, and Jack would spot a oversized teddy bear, and casually nudge Felix in the ribs as he looked at it, and Felix was forced to respond with a “Oh, those are cute aren’t they?” and then walk off.

He knew his boyfriend thought he had forgotten about Valentine’s Day. He had the entire day planned, though, unbeknownst to Jack. He just had to wait a few more hours.

That morning Jack had been all giddy, clinging to Felix as he was making breakfast. It was obvious to Felix that Jack was frustrated when he asked what day it was. As much as he hated answering the way he did, he reminded himself it was all part of a plan.

“Isn’t it Tuesday?” He had answered nonchalantly, wincing as Jack’s face fell.

“Oh. You’re right.” Jack mumbled, busying himself with the pugs. 

“I’ve got a lot of work to do, baby, I’ll catch up with you later, okay?”

It physically pained Felix to lie to his boyfriend, acting as if he had no idea what day it was, considering today was probably one of the biggest days of their lives.

He had spent most of the day in his office, planning everything out; making sure things would go perfectly. He was more nervous than anything, as this entire plan was basically riding on Jack.

Felix was going to propose to his boyfriend today.

He had been wanting to for the longest time, and had finally decided to do it on Valentine’s Day, cheesy as it was. They had been dating for about three years now, and had both discussed it several times recently, and it seemed like Jack was just as eager to get married as Felix, if not more.

When he came out of his office so they could eat lunch, Jack threw him continuous glances, and again, Felix had to pretend like he didn’t notice.

They sat down to eat, the silence slowly killing the both of them.

“So..how’s your work going?” Jack asked, picking at his food. He hand his cheek in his hand, elbow resting on the table. He looked tired.

“It’s great,” Felix smiled, trying to lighten the mood, “I’ve got some really good ideas, you should totally help me with some. I think you’d like them.” Jack cracked a small smile, relief washing over Felix. “What’d you do while I was working?”

“I didn’t have much to do, recorded a few things then sat down to watch some Netflix.” he replied, looking up at his boyfriend. “You have anything special planned tonight?” he asked, clearly trying to jog Felix’s memory.

Again, Felix winced as he shook his head.

“I’ve got some errands to run, though, you should come with me.” Jack let out a quiet sigh as he nodded.

“Okay.” he murmured, picking up his dishes. Felix watched as he dragged his feet. He wasn’t even trying to hide the fact that he was upset by now.

“I love you!” Felix called after him as Jack walked back upstairs to their bedroom.

“Love you too.” Jack’s response was muffled as he threw himself on the bed.


“Babe!” Felix yelled across the house as he pulled his pink sweatshirt on, “Ready to go?”

“Coming!” Jack responded, making his way down the stairs. As he rounded the corner, Felix noticed he’d changed into a sweater he’d never seen before.

It was a white sweater with a small red heart in the top left corner. The sleeves were too long, giving Jack little sweater paws, which they both knew Felix adored.

“That’s a cute sweater,” Felix complimented, taking a step towards his boyfriend, “when’d you buy that?” Jack shrugged, tugging at his sleeve.

“A while ago, I just never got a chance to wear it.” he said quietly, giving his boyfriend a half smile. Felix gave him a quick kiss before opening the door for Jack, taking a deep breath before following.

The ring was in his back pocket, he had checked a million times. But he made sure one last time before he got in the car.

The drive into town was quiet, and Felix couldn’t help but feel bad. He knew Jack was frustrated, and he wanted nothing than to just blurt out his plans, but he bit his tongue and continued to drive.

It was dark by the time they parked, and Felix watched his boyfriend out of the corner of his eye. He was starting to realize something was up. They were on the other side of town, for one.

But Jack said nothing as they got out of the car. He slipped his hand into his boyfriend’s, though, a hint of a smile on his lips.

Felix was sweating by now. Everything was set out for him. He just had to start talking.

“Remember our first date?” he asked, squeezing Jack’s hand. “When I took you to this park instead of the coffee shop?”

“Yeah because it was closed, ya big doof.” Jack laughed, “You didn’t check the hours it was open that day.” he shook his head as Felix laughed with him.

“Yeah yeah, live and learn, I guess.”

There were lights strung up all over the trees in the park, and they gave everything the same soft glow that had been there on their first date.

“What about that time we fell in the fountain?” Jack asked, gazing over at said fountain in the center of the park. Felix chuckled.

“That was all your fault.” he scoffed.

“It was not!” Jack said defensively, “I wasn’t the one not sharing the cotton candy!” He gave Felix a playful shove.

“I would have given you some if you’d asked nicely! Maybe you shouldn’t make grabby hands at my food!” Felix shoved back, rolling his eyes. Jack snorted. Suddenly his face fell and he looked over at his boyfriend.

“I thought we had errands to do?” he asked, biting his lip.

“We do. I just thought it’d be fun to take the long way.” Felix improvised, looking straight ahead again.

“Oh. Okay.” Jack looked at his toes as they continued to walk through the park. Felix let out a quiet sigh and looked around.

This was it for him. They were nearing the fork in the path, and one way led to the fountain, the other to the rest of the town.

Jack suddenly looked up as he was being pulled in the opposite direction that he expected. Felix started to lead him to the fountain, every fiber of his being on edge. The fountain was lit up a light shade of pink, a nice way to set the mood.

“Fe, the store is that way..” Jack murmured, looking behind him.

“I know, Jacky, I know.” he replied softly, slowing as they neared the fountain. Jack said nothing as Felix let go of his hand, but the look on his face said he was curious. “Seán William McLoughlin..” Felix started, slowly getting down on one knee, “I love you with everything I have.”

“Felix what are you doing?” Jack breathed, hands flying up to his mouth as he watched his boyfriend reach into his back pocket.

“From the moment we met up at that closed coffee shop I knew I would fall in love with you forever. You make me happy beyond words and I want you to be with me every day of my life.” He was surprised how well he was doing as the words spilled from his mouth. Felix hadn’t expected to get this far without breaking down.

Jack was crying by now, not bothering to wipe the tears away as he laughed at himself.

“Oh my god..” he whispered, hands still covering his face.

“Will you please make me even happier,” Felix continued, opening the little velvet box, “by marrying me?” The ring was simple, just like Jack had wanted. A little green jewel sat in the middle of it, and if you looked hard enough, and even smaller blue jewel was inside of that.

Jack was sobbing now, falling to his knees in front of Felix as he nodded frantically, unable to put his emotions into words.

Something snapped inside Felix and the tension he had been holding in suddenly melted. He scooped his boyfriend up, holding him close and mentally thanking his lucky stars he’d run into this boy.

It was only then they both realized people were clapping for them, and Felix stepped back to take a bow, earning himself laughter from the crowd.

“I-I love you..” Jack sobbed, “so much.”

“I love you too, baby, it’s okay, stop crying.” Felix smoothed his now fiancé’s hair down and wiped the tears from his cheeks. “Happy Valentine’s Day.” he whispered, sealing Jack’s lips with a kiss.

He pulled away and took Jack’s hand in his, slipping the ring on his finger. They looked up at each other, this time both of them bursting into tears.

Felix kissed Jack again, pulling him close. Jack wrapped his arms around the back of his fiancé’s neck, leaning back into his grip.

“And I’d thought you’d forgotten about Valentine’s Day..” he murmured, shaking his head.

“Do you really think I’d forget something like that?” Felix asked, kissing his forehead.

Then everything happened at once. Jack lost his balance, and instinctively grabbed Felix’s shirt, pulling him backwards into the fountain, soaking them both.

They both began to laugh hysterically, the entire situation just being too much for them. In a good way.

“Again?! Seriously!” Jack groaned, letting his head fall back into the water. 

Felix pulled his fiancé to his feet, water cascading off both of them. People were cheering for them again, laughing as Felix waved to them.

“Thank you! Thank you!” he called, “I’ll be here all night.”

“Ya know,” Jack started, wringing the water out of his sweater, “if you had told me three years ago when we were in that fountain that we’d be there again as fiancés, I wouldn’t have believed you.”

“I would’ve.” Felix said softly. He placed his wet hands on Jack’s face, rubbing his thumb over his cheek. Jack blushed, a smile playing on his lips.

“I love you more than I love life.” Jack mumbled, bringing his hand up to look at the ring again. His brain still wasn’t fully comprehending that Felix had asked him to spend the rest of his life with him.

“What do you say we go home and change, and then go out to eat?” Felix asked, nuzzling Jack hair with his nose. Jack giggled.

“What about those errands of yours?” he asked innocently, batting his lashes. Felix pushed a hand through his hair, laughing nervously.

“They can wait.” he said, giving a half assed smile.

itsnotsammy  asked:

sam winchester is a cute nerd and he loves to play pokemon when he thinks dean isn't watching B)

Dean wondered if Sam could tell he was peeking in through the door, watching as Sam concentrated on the small screen of the blue gameboy that Dean stole for his 12th birthday.

“Dammit” Sam muttered, a few weird noises came from the small gameboy.

Dean held his hand over his mouth, trying to keep in a long, most likely going to be loud, laugh. 

Not only was Sam Winchester, a grown man, but he was getting upset over a game! There were so many things that Sam could get mad over, like how Castiel was missing, Lucifer’s baby was on the way, and they didn’t have a lead.

“You useless Rattata” Sam huffed, pressing down hard on the buttons.

Dean pressed his hand even harder against his mouth, closing his eyes, and took deep breaths to try and stop himself from laughing out loud. It was times like these that he enjoyed; Sam being happy, taking a break from the life of a hunter.

“For crying out loud you stupid Rattata!” Sam screamed, throwing the gameboy down on the bed, closing his eyes as he clenched his jaw.

Dean was so close to losing it, he could feel the laughter running throughout his body, trying to find a way out. 

As he opened his eyes, he backed away from the door, making sure to slowly close it so Sam didn’t notice he was watching him play.

Retail Therapy

It was a slow day at work. Marianne was bored as she walked the aisles of her department looking for something to do, anything. At last she walked past an aisle with a customer. She instantly brightened and put on her “sweet-voice”, the one she used for dealing with customers.

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He’d promised. 

Percival Graves had promised him, between kisses and touches, that he would take care of himself. Newt had made him swear that he wouldn’t loose him again. That his husband would be careful with this witch hunt for Gellert Grindelwald that he still insisted on doing. 

“Come back to me… every single day, just come back to me.”

“I will, Artemis. I am not leaving you now that I’ve finally got you.”

“Swear to me, Percival.”

“I swear it.” 

The five stages, denial, anger, bargaining, depression and acceptance are a part of the framework that makes up our learning to live with the one we lost. They are tools to help us frame and identify what we may be feeling. But they are not stops on some linear timeline in grief.

He’d read that somewhere… or maybe heard it. It sounded like something his brother would say really. Could have also been his mum. He’d lost track. 

Anger came first. 

And the proof of it was still scattered everywhere in his suitcase and habitats he so loved. His little shed, that he’d always kept so neatly arranged in a way that seemed to make sense to only himself was now completely trashed. Work bench overturned, pages of a new manuscript shredded, those that weren’t were totally ruined from where a bottle of ink had fallen and shattered on top of them in the floor. His creatures had never before been scared of him, but that day even Pickett didn’t dare to come out of his pocket. 

Bargaining came next along with denial. Percy had managed to get himself out of plenty of sticky situations in the past, nothing ever seeming to be able to defeat the indestructible Auror. This all had to be some mean, elaborate prank, right? Percival wouldn’t do this to him, he wouldn’t die, he was tougher than to be so easily defeated once again.

….But Percy had been looking so worn down in his last few days. 

Fingers twisted the two gold bands on his finger. One his own, the other his husband’s. 

“Oh he simply forgot it at home, and with the niffler it’s better if I just keep it safe for him by wearing it.” 

That’s the lie he’d told the others, everyone else who didn’t know the truth about what had happened to the once great Auror. Percival’s ring had fit him a little big, and he’d nearly lost it. But thank the heavens for his niffler, who quickly caught it and very uncharacteristically to him- gave it back to Newt immediately.

But they all missed him too, didn’t they? Graves had become like a father to all of them. He’d helped Newt look after all of them, fed them, care for them when they were sick. The silence that had fallen across all of them the day Percy had died… Newt hadn’t even told them but they simply- they all somehow just knew. 

Newt didn’t know how he managed to keep himself functional for so long. Sometimes it feels like nothing has changed, like maybe Percy would come in any day again, shedding his coat and scarf and leaving them so neatly arranged on the coat hanger. He’d descent any minute into the case, with that bright smile that only Newt could get out of him sometimes. He’d call him Artemis and pull him into his arms, with Newt complaining about how he was dirty and sweaty and didn’t want to ruin Percival’s good and fancy clothes. And Percy… and Percy would laugh and pull him tighter, kissing him and Newt would melt. 

But no such day came. 

Instead he kept himself busy in his case, day after day, the time blurring together and forgetting just how long he’d been down there until his scruff started to really become a beard. Finally he emerged, coming to the house he shared with his husband. He’d shaved, showered, eaten. But when it was time to sleep he couldn’t get himself to open the door to their room. So instead he snatched a blanket from inside his case and slept on the sofa. 

It was like that for days. He couldn’t go into their room, the last thing that remained of Percival. The sheets still unmade as Newt had left them the day that Percy left. 

“You should just stay today.” Newt huffed as his warmth was stolen from him when Percival got up. 

“You said that yesterday too, and I did.” His husband replied, a smile on his face as he grabbed a clean towel and made his way to the restroom, his bare ass and body still bearing all the mark from what they had done the night before. 

“But I made it quite worth your while.” Newt called out behind him, and he could hear Percival’s laughter as the bathroom door closed behind him and the water from the shower turned on. 

It takes Newt a month to be able to stand at the doorway and not dash. Two more weeks before he dares put his hand on the doorknob. Four after that until he finally opens the door. One more until he finally steps inside. 

The red head is crying from the very second he sets foot inside. He swears the room still smells like him. Percival’s clothes are still so carelessly thrown on the floor along with Newt’s, though everything now looks so grim, and a layer of dust has settled over mostly everything, and even though the blinds are still wide open just the way they were left that morning almost three months ago… everything looks dark. 

He couldn’t get himself to clean any of it up, he just waves his wand and gets rid of the dust, but everything else was left intact. Newt takes a shower in their own bathroom that day, using all of Graves’ products, longing for a part of his husband back. 

He’d received a few owls from the ministry, asking when he’d come back for work. Some offering information on a new sighting of a creature, and the ministry asking if he knew what it was, when he’d go investigate it. All of them go unanswered.

He has stopped wearing his own coat, has replaced it with the one his husband always wore. It looks awkward on him, far too fancy, far odd. But he wears it with pride. It belonged to his husband, his husband who had done so much for everyone. 

The period of depression is the one which lasted the longest, and it partially never ended. Never again did he sleep in their bed, too haunted by all the memories of that house. Newt still goes there and visits. Sits on the floor facing Percy’s side of the bed. He swears he can still picture him there sometimes, sleeping comfortably under the blankets, limbs all tangled with Newt’s own. 

The magizoologist can’t help seeing him everywhere, besides him, hearing his voice. 

He knows Percy wouldn’t want him to be like this, he’d want him to move on, to go back to his creatures and the one thing he loved the most. But he can’t- he just can’t. It all feels wrong without him there by his side. 

He changed his last name now, because when first discussed Newt said he’d just tack it on to the rest of his name. Neither were more powerful than each other, they were a team, and they would always be. So he married and became Newton Artemis Fido Scamander Graves. Now- now he’s no longer Scamander, he’s just Graves. The name feels funny, not quite his, but he gets used to it soon enough.

His money is really starting to run low, he nows he will have to go to work soon. It’s been almost a year, but still he wears his husbands’ ring on his finger, his coat on his shoulders, and his memories like a cloud hanging over him. Newt never touched Graves; money, despite knowing his husband would complain if he was still alive enough to do so. “We’re married, partners like you said. Everything that’s mine is yours too.” Something like that is what he would say. But Newt would never dare. Besides his husband’s stolen coat, he didn’t touch anything else of his. 

Newt pushes himself to go back to London, to the ministry and beg for his job back. It is given with a lot of hesitation, but he’s got it back at the very least. He’s off traveling again, writing about creatures and submerging himself in his work. The more he works, the busier he is, the less and less that he thinks about his deceased husband. 

Percival is still out there he tells himself. He’s just busy with work and will write when he has the chance.

Newt keeps on trying to fool himself, but it never works. He knows the truth. 

Three more years pass by, four now since his husband was burried.

Never once did Newt visit his grave, not even when his husband was being put underground. It all felt like too much. Theseus went though, and told him about it. About how all the Aurors had been present there, even Picquery herself had gone and spoken a few words. The Goldstein’s had cried… but had they done so for their now dead friend, or for the husband whom he’d left behind? It had been a beautiful sunny day. Newt felt like the weather was almost mocking. How dare you be so happy on this day?!?!

Newt cries himself to sleep a lot.

Dumbledore had become headmaster of Hogwarts. He’d invited Newt over, and brought him into such a tight hug the moment they met. He allowed Newt to use the pensieve in the room and left him alone. Newt had pulled out memories from himself the day he learned Percy was dead. This way I can’t ever loose him. 

He sees him again, for the first time in years. And he looks stunning. Wearing a tux, hair slicked back, and smiling as Newt leaned in to kiss him as they were declared married. 

Newt goes through all of the memories. 

Dumbledore finds him sobbing uncontrollably on the floor hours later and pulls him onto his lap, holding him and sushing him, telling him things would be alright. 

It goes on like this for many years. 

Newt’s old now, he needs a cane to help him walk. The suitcase was passed down to his nephew, a blonde with freckles who loved magical creatures as much as Newt did. 

All his animals had either died, or been relocated to a better and more natural habitat. Even Pickett had died. But somethings remained the same, such as the two wedding bands on his finger, and the way he’d never again been with anyone after Graves. 

You were my first and my very last.

And for the first time since he’d left the house the two had lived in, he goes to their room, no hesitation this time as he opens the door and limps to the bed, carefully laying down and closing his eyes for the very last time.

I will soon see you again.


| Warnings: Death, angst. |


6 weeks.

It had been 6 weeks since my life changed completely.

She was gone.

Her side of the bed was cold.
Her laughter was gone.
Her perfume sitting on the shelf, the smell faded from our home.

I miss her.

I’m not the same without her.

I don’t make videos, I don’t leave the house, I don’t even leave the bed usually.

When her life faded, so did mine.

My friends would call, I’d ignore them, I barely ate anything, all I did was cry and sleep.

And just like the past few weeks, I am laying in bed, crying once again.


That, sounded like her, but she’s dead, I’m just hearing things. I closed my eyes again, trying to drift into a restless sleep.

“Dan, are you home?”

That was definitely something. Not in my head, either, it was real.

“[Y/N]?” I called out.

No response.

Right, she’s dead, I’m just hearing shit.

Then, a pale, translucent figure floated into the room, looking me right in the eyes.

“I missed you, Dan.”

I started sobbing, I moved to hug her, but I just grabbed air.

“I’m sorry, I can’t be held anymore.” She spoke, her voice filled my ears. A voice I had not heard in person in weeks.

She drifted closer to me. “Please don’t cry.” She said, she looked sad.

“I’m going crazy.” I said, wiping my tears.

“No you’re not Dan, it’s me, I’m here.” She replied calmly.

“But ghosts aren’t real, I’ve never believed in ghosts, you aren’t real.” I argued, and as much as I wanted this to be a dream, deep down, I knew this was real.

“Daniel, please don’t argue.” She once again replied calmly.

I sat at the edge of the bed, my head in my hands. I can’t comprehend this. My dead wife is right in front of me.

“I love you, Dan.”

I looked up at her. Her beautiful smile was upon her lips.

“I love you too, [Y/N].” I croaked out, crying again.

“I came back to let you know, not to worry, that I am peaceful, my death was quick, and I did not suffer. And I do not want you to suffer because of me. I want you to move on, and be happy, and live, for me and you.” She spoke, her voice calm.

“But I can’t.” I mumbled out.

“Yes you can. Dan, I know you. You’re strong, you’re smart, and you can do this. Please, if not for yourself, do it for me.” She said, drifting towards my body, wrapping her arms around me. I can’t hold her back, but she knows I would.

“Promise me, Dan, that you’ll live your life to the fullest.”

“I promise.”

And with those words, her spirit faded away, into nothingness once more.

She was gone, again.

“Goodbye, [Y/N]” I whispered.

And I could’ve swore, I heard her say goodbye to me too.

Rumors *smut*

Author: obrosey-af

Characters: Dylan x OC

Word count: 2,473

Warnings: smuttity smut

A/N I wrote this to be during the 2015 San Diego Comic Con. That was actually my favorite panel they’ve ever done, everyone just seemed to have so much fun haha this is Dylan with an OC, but it’s not a part of California Love ‘ight? k cool, enjoy(: -Er

Originally posted by dylanchriscobrien

“I’m gonna be sick,” I whined over dramatically, crossing my arms over my chest.

“I’ll hold your hair back if you hold mine for me after,” Tyler winked, slinging his arm around my shoulders.

It’s my second Teen Wolf panel at Comic Con in San Diego since being apart of the show and you’d think I’d be used to it by now. LOL, wrong! I’m actually really nervous about it. I’ve never loved the attention and I get shy or embarrassed very easily. After hearing some of the questions the audience asked my cast members or the commentary Kevin Smith provided last year, I was terrified to say the least about the questions I’d get. I was so new to the show last year; only three or four episodes had aired before Comic Con and I was fairly new in the acting world, so there weren’t really any juicy questions to ask me. I was totally cool with that, by the way. As a cast, we’ve done so many interviews and answered so many questions on the red carpet at priemeres for different things, but they were all Teen Wolf related. I was not excited to hear what frantic, screaming teenage girls had to ask.

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