i would eat him alive

Imagine Dean being jealous when you have a date and failing in hiding it.

“Will you just stop that?” Sam’s voice laced with annoyance broke the silence that had surrounded the three of them. Well, almost silence if we could exclude Dean’s constant foot taping.

“Stop what?” Dean asked in a gruff voice and the only thing Sam did was give him a bitch face.

“You know what.” Sam huffed “That!” he pointed at him and that wa the only moment Dean realized what he was actually doing, a deep frown was still set on his face but much to Sam’s liking he stopped tapping his foot.

“Why does it bother you in the first place?” Dean huffed like a little child, crossing his arms over his chest with almost a small pout; making his mother grin softly.

“I don’t know- why does it bother you that (Y/n)’s going on a date?” Sam asked back sassily and Dean glared hard at his younger brother. No sooner had he said the words that Dean’s foot resumed to the tapping impatiently, making Sam only roll his eyes.

“What does that even mean now?” Dean asked defensively but Sam didn’t respond, he only rolled his eyes. He hadn’t gotten his brother to confess how he felt about you when he was calm, much less now that jealousy clouded his vision.

Dean pursed his lips as his eyes moved uneasily around the room, every two seconds glancing in the direction he expected you to show up. He huffed and shuffled in his place all the time.

“Seriously Dean!” Sam exclaimed, shutting his book closed “Enough alright!?”

“What’s up with you?” Dean gave him a look “Why are you so on edge today?”

“Me? I am on edge!?” Sam rolled his eyes in disbelief “Dude are you kidding me?! You haven’t stopped moving and huffing and puffing all the time! You’re so jealous but won’t even admit it!”

“Wh-what?!” he squeaked out, making Mary giggle at the expression he had on his face “I’m- I’m not jealous!” his voice rose an octave and Mary had to bite her lip to keep herself from straight forward laughing right in his face.

“Dean, sweetie-” she started, her too having realized long ago how much her son was bothered by this date of yours only because it didn’t involve him but another man.

“What?! Mom no!” he exclaimed, shaking his head “I’m- I’m not jealous ok? Stop it!” his voice got gruff and he shook his head, not looking at them as his face had started getting all the more red “I’m not jealous.” he grumbled like a little stubborn kid.

“Are you trying to convince us or yourself?” Sam asked with a small smirk and Dean glared hard at his brother, crumbling a piece of paper and throwing it at him.

“Hey kids! Easy!” Mary got stern for a moment.

“Not my fault he’s being a bitch!” Dean exclaimed “I didn’t even bother him and he-”

“Didn’t even what? Dude you’ve been tapping your foot impatiently for like that past one hour! I couldn’t read a fucking sentence or Chuck’s sake!” Sam threw his arms in the air “If you are so bothered by her being with someone else then tell her so!”

“I’m not fucking bothered Sam!”

“Really?” Sam raised his eyebrows “Because last time you saw the guy you almost pulled a gun on him.”

“Well, it’s not my fault he was walking in the darkness like some thief. Besides, what could he be doing here at such a time of the night?”

“I don’t know, probably spend the night with his girlfriend or something? You’re a grown man, Dean, you know how it goes.” Sam said with a smirk that only got bigger once he saw Dean’s anger rise.

“Shut up.” he growled, not really angry at him but at the man that lately had taken the empty place in your bed he usually liked to occupy when using your friendship and movie-nights as an excuse.

“Alright- that’s enough.” Mary pursed her lips “Dean-” she turned to her oldest son, giving him a soft smile “There’s nothing wrong with that, you know it right?”

“Damn it mom-” he rolled his eyes “I told you I’m not jealous!”

“Of course you’re not, just like you have no reason to be upset in the first place because you and (Y/n) are only friends. Aren’t you Dean?” Sam asked, the I-told-you-so look written all over his face.

“Shut up.” Dean grumbled, not looking at his brother. He knew that Sam was right but it wasn’t that which bothered him-but the words that were a fact. You were only friends, sure best friends and had a kind of bond that could not be described, but despite everything he couldn’t tell you who to date or not. He didn’t have a say in your love life, much to his disappointment.

“Right, of course you wouldn’t answer that.” Sam rolled his eyes.

“Will you stop it?” he asked in a low voice, more serious now and finally looking at him.

“Dean” Mary spoke more softly, not teasing Dean the way the younger Winchester was “If you really are bothered by this-then why don’t you do something to change it?”

“What do you mean?” he frowned and she smiled at him. She had not been around for as long as Sam had, or you and Cas for that matter but from the very first moments- hell, from the moment he saw you and Dean interact when he came to the bunker she was absolutely sure about one thing that came to her older son: he was utterly and hopelessly in love with you.

But that didn’t mean it was easy. She knew that as much as Dean loved you he was still willing to sacrifice everything, including his happiness, to make sure you were alright and out of harm’s way. It seemed to be a Winchester thing, reminding Mary so much of her own husband. And as that he was now willing to stand by and let you be with another man only because he wasn’t a hunter and could offer you a better – according to him – life, even if in the meanwhile his jealousy would eat him alive.

“You know very well what I mean Dean.” she shook her head softly “Maybe she is oblivious to what is going on but- you can’t fool me. I know you like the back of my hand and this- it’s hurting you, Dean. More than it’s making you jealous.”

“I’m not jealous mom.” Dean huffed and Sam scoffed loudly.

“That’s what he calls being annoyed even by the guy’s name. Not jealous.”

“I don’t get annoyed at the mere mention of his name!” Dean defended.

“Really? Because I think I remember someone that looked an awful lot like you sitting in that very same place saying ‘Shannon? Seriously where did she find that guy? And that name? Hell, Shannon and a drummer? I can only imagine what a douche he can be! Tattoos everywhere, rolling through town no strings attached dude!’ Unless of course it was ashapeshifter and I didn’t realize it.” Sam said matter-of-factly with a smirk mocking him by repeating what Dean had said just three months ago, and Dean growled, rolling his eyes.

“Point is-” Mary intervened, giving a stern look to the younger Winchester “If you don’t like this then- you can change it. Just talk to (Y/n), tell her everything. And above all what you feel, trust me you’re not going to regret it. Come on Dean, don’t let her go out tonight. Talk to her, tell her everything Dean.”

Dean opened his mouth to speak but he didn’t have the chance to as you walked in and interrupted them “So?” you asked with a nervous smile and the moment Dean took a look at you he felt all air get knocked out of his lungs.

“What do you think?” you fidgeted nervously with your hands as they all took a look at you. You hadn’t done anything special, simple make up, simple hairstyle and a pretty floral dress on giving all kinds of summer vibes as it left your arms and legs on full display. It wasn’t something you usually went for and not something he was used to seeing you in but god was it a pleasant surprise and change.

Sadly it wasn’t for him.

“You’re… wow.” Dean breathed out and felt his heart leap to his throat once he saw your smile widen and your eyes sparkle with happiness.

“You look amazing (Y/n).” Sam said sweetly.

“Really?” you breathed out “I mean it’s not something I really wear but-” you bit your lip “I just wanted to give it a try and… yeah.” you laughed nervously and before he could realize it Dean was up on his feet and walking to you.

“Sweetheart-” he cupped your face with both his hands “You’re stunning.” he whispered with adoration written all over his face “He- He’s the luckiest man on Earth to be with a woman like you.”

“You think so?” you smiled but still frowned at the expression on his face.


And although he had plenty of time to speak, he didn’t. He didn’t say anything, instead only watched as he came and picked you up and tried to force a smile on his face. He tried to be happy for you but despite his jealousy there was still something else in his chest holding him back. Pure pain.

Solar Eclipse

It’s impossible not to be aware of the event, even if one wasn’t in a weird live-in situation with two sun gods.  

All over the news and social media, there is constant talk of the solar eclipse.  People make jokes about not buying mysterious plants, or make plans to invade the Fire Nation.  They share instructions for creating pinhole cameras and seek out friends living in the path of totality, so they can stay there to see the moon completely eclipse the sun.

At the observatory where Icarus volunteers, there is a planned field trip for employees who can afford to pay, to spend a few days in Oregon before and after the eclipse. They’ll be going to watch it via one of the local observatory’s powerful telescopes, recording data about the sun’s corona that will only be visible during this eclipse, and otherwise having a great time.  

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The Other Side - Newt

Your name: submit What is this?

Your Last Name: submit What is this?

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He asked me. I was staring holes into the concrete floor, my eyes filled with tears. I was seated on a stool and I played with my fingers. “Y/N,” he said softly. “Why didn’t you tell me?” I hesitated before answering. I looked at him.

“And tell you what?” I croaked out. “How was I ever going to tell you that?” I asked him. “How was I ever going to tell you that I was-” I choked on my words. I moved my head back to its original position. “That I was a killer?”

“You’re not a murderer,” he told me.

“The definition of a killer is, and I quote, ‘a person or thing that kills’. The verb kill is defined as ‘cause the death of a person, animal, or other living thing’. I killed that man, Newt. I did,” I told him. “There’s no sugarcoating it. That’s what I did.”

“Yes. You did, but-”

“But what? There’s no but. No however. It’s just that. That’s exactly what a lawyer would ask when they specify that you only use yes or no. Did Y/N Y/L/N kill that man? Yes. I did. I killed him. I am, therefore, a killer,” I told him.

“Fine. Maybe you are, but it was self-defense.”

“It doesn’t matter. He had a family. A wife. His son’s the love of my life. The love of my life who’s gonna hate me.”

“You were protecting yourself. You were protecting me.”

“I know. I know! And I’m not sorry for the whole protecting you part, but what I am sorry about, the part I’m scared about, is the whole I killed someone! Not only was he someone, but he was Newt’s dad!” I whisper-yelled the last part. I stood up, shaking my head. I began to pace, my arms crossed.

“How am I supposed to tell Newt I killed his dad?” I asked. “How am I ever going to be able to do that?”

“I… I don’t know. Can you… not tell him?” I snapped my head to look at him.

“Are you nuts?! I can’t not tell him! The guilt would eat me alive!”

“Yeah, yeah, I know. It was just a suggestion.” I buried my face in my hands and sighed. I ran my hands through my hair.

“What the hell am I gonna do, Thomas?” I asked. “You’re my brother. Tell me what to do.” He sighed.

“You know I can’t do that,” he answered. I did know that. A silence fell on us for a moment before I broke it.

“They said they were bringing us to Paradise. That we’d see our families… he’s expecting to see his mom and his dad, Thomas.”

“I know.”

“What the hell am I gonna do?” I asked.

“I don’t know,” he answered truthfully. I sat back down on the stool. “Do you want me to call him in?” He asked. 

“I don’t know,” I answered. He nodded and he walked out.

A few minutes later, Newt came in. He was so happy and bright. I loved him so much. So much that, sometimes, it hurt.

“He-” he stopped himself when he saw me. I looked at him. “What’s wrong?” He asked, the smile wiped off his face.

“How close were you to your dad?” I asked.

“Y/N, if you’re nervous about seeing your parents-”

“Don’t try and deduce the problem and just answer the question please,” I cut him off. Newt eyed me before kneeling in front of me.

“Not that close,” he answered.

“What does that mean?”

“I didn’t really know him. Why?” He asked. I was fighting with myself. Did that help? I mean, he didn’t know him so maybe it wasn’t so bad? But at the same time, I killed his father before they could be anything but ‘not that close’.

I decided it didn’t help.

“Y/N, what’s this about?” He asked me. I looked down. Then, I looked to my side, then up, then down again, then at him. Then, I stood up and began pacing again. I sighed.

“There’s something you should know…”

Thomas and I were 13 at the time. We were homeless at the time. We ran away from home after our mother died and stayed away from the foster system. Things were… different that day, in a way I can’t explain. We were doing the same things. We begged on the streets, we walked in the shelter, got our meal of the day, which was always some Spam or something like that. We were going off getting ready for what was our day job; pickpocketing. 

We were headed to our new spot, when I was pulled into a dark alleyway by a man. He pushed me up against the wall and… he started touching me in a way I really, really didn’t like. Thomas intervened when he noticed I wasn’t replying to anything he was saying.

“Hey!” He yelled. “Get off my sister!” The man stopped and looked at him.

“Sister? Your sister’s a whore,” the man told him. 

“She is not!” My brother defended. “Get out of here!” He yelled at the man. The man just laughed at him.

“What are you gonna do about it?” Thomas punched him. The man started fighting against Thomas, and he was winning. Next thing I knew, Thomas was on the ground, bleeding, covered in bruises and new wounds. The man was on top of him and he was about to punch him one last time. I knew it would kill my brother. I took what looked like a broken leg of a table and I ran it through him. The man collapsed next to my brother. I screamed at my brother and I told him to run.

“I won’t leave without you!” He said.

“Thomas, go! I’ll meet you at the spot, just go! I have to clean this up!” I told him. So, he ran.

I cleaned it up. Hid the body. I had read enough crime novels to know how to do it somewhat well. Of course, I never met Thomas at the spot. I convinced myself it was better if he was never seen with me again otherwise, if I got caught, he’d be charged as harboring a fugitive and/or an accessory. So, I never saw him again until the maze.

“I’m sorry… I am so sorry.” Now, he was sitting on the bench and I was leaning against the wall. I slid down the wall and sat on the floor and began to sob into my hands. Next thing I knew, I felt a pair of hands on my wrists and they moved my hands away from my face.

“I know. I know it’s bad. I know, but…” Newt began. “Y/N, you were just protecting yourself,” he told me. I looked at him incredulously.

“Newt, I just confessed to killing your dad and… and you’re defending me?” He shrugged. “Are you okay?” I asked.

“Probably not, but then again, nobody’s okay,” he chuckled. “Y/N, you really were just protecting your brother and yourself. My dad… what he did to you… to my brother… You were just 13. You did what you could to protect the only family you had… and in doing so, you saved my best friend, my other best friend, and the love of my life,” he told me. I furrowed my eyebrows. “You’re my best friend and the love of my life. Do you honestly think I could have gotten this far without you? And the amount of times I almost lost you and your brother had to slap some sense into me? You saved yourself and my other best friend. Another person, who you also saved, was me.” I began to sob.

“I’m sorry. I never wanted you to see this ugly, horrific side of me,” I cried and looked down. He shook his head and used his hand to make him look at me.

“No side of you is ugly,” he told me. He hugged me and I hugged him back in heartbeat, burying my face into his neck.

“I love you,” I told him.

“I love you too, Y/N.”

When Their Crush See’s Them Getting Kissed by Another Trainee (who also has a crush on them) (BTS)

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Author: Blue

NAMJOON:  I think he would probably try to talk to you one on one. He would want you to know that he regrets everything that happened and that kissing her didn’t mean anything to him, it was a spur of the moment kind of thing. 

YOONGI: Unlike Seokjin, I feel like Yoongi would feel stupid above all. He would think that any chance he had with you would be ruined. ( I mean he did just kiss another girl in front you )  I think he wouldn’t want to talk to you after that, he would probably be scared of rejection. 

HOSEOK: He would be ashamed that he lost you to something he could have controlled. He didn’t even know why he did it in the first pace if i’m being honest.  The last thing he would want to do is hurt you and he would be ashamed that it’s the only thing he did. He would probably try to patch things back up. 

SEOKJIN:  He would feel guilty that he allowed his emotions take over like that. He would probably feel as if he doesn’t deserve you anymore, now that you’ve seen him kiss another girl. I feel as if he would one of two things either he would try and talk things over with you and see if you can regain what you once had or he would leave you alone. I think the guilt would eat him alive. 

JIMIN:  I honestly think Jimin would cry (is it just me… okay) I feel like he would get emotional! I feel like he wouldn’t feel worthy of you, i mean he acts all tough and stuff but when it would come to you he would be a squishy. He would probably come to you crying for forgiveness 

TAEHYUNG:  Poor baby would probably be as shocked as you are, he had no idea where it came from. For all he knows he was talking to her one minute and then kissing her the next. You best believe he would talk to you about this. He will not let you leave without talking to you first, he would tell you that it was a mistake, an accident, and that it will never happen again.

JUNGKOOK: He would probably be scared tbh. This boy just saw you, see him,  kiss this chick! He would think everything you guys had would be worthless, what’s a relationship without trust even though you guys weren’t together he could still feel as if he broke your trust. (Which he did) He would try to talk to you about it, but if he saw that you didn’t want to talk to him he would leave you alone until you did. 

anonymous asked:

Am I the only one that would love or Seb and Scarlett Johanson to date, but at the same time no because Scarlett would eat poor sebby alive?

I think personally she’d roast him, dip him in BBQ sauce and then eat him alive lol.

anonymous asked:

So.... Did Ein die? Like jesus, we heard him scream when the wolves attack him then it went kind of quiet, did they eat him or something?

I hope he’s alive; I would love to see him come back just covered in scars and missing limbs and’s just so filled with hatred and desire for revenge he’s an absolute monster. Like before he was still smart and careful but now he’s just lost it; he becomes so insane that even calling him an animal isnt a strong enough word


Like Her - Part 5 (C.H.)

A/N: There was a high demand for me to write a Part 5 soooo, you’re welcome☺️ Enjoy! :) x

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I screamed as I jumped over the couch and ran around the house.
“That’s right. You better run!” Calum yelled from behind me as he chased after me.
“It was your fault for falling asleep!” I told him as I continued to run away from him.
“That doesn’t give you the right to draw a dick on my face!” Calum yelled back.
The rest the gang was just watching us run around the place in amusement.
I squealed as I took a little too sharp of a turn around the table and Calum came to a halt on the other side. “It was Luke’s idea!”
“Gee, thanks, Y/N. Just sell me out like that. If this were an actual battle it’s nice to know that you would sacrifice me to save yourself,” Luke said sarcastically from his seat.
“It was your idea though!” I protested.
“Why would you listen to him though?” Calum asked.
I shrugged. “It was a funny idea.”
Calum narrowed his eyes at me. “Is it still funny now when you’re running away from me?”

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Originally posted by ashtonxbts

Jimin x reader

Genre: slight smut, angst, drabble

Word count: 1149

Warnings: slight smut, strong language.

a/n: alright so literally I just fucked up my own life lmao bye world. I’m so into angst if you can’t tell.

“I’m in love with you.”

Why would I say that? Why would I tell him how I really felt during a time like this?

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Open Wounds

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Characters: Jungkook x Reader

Word Count: 1,490

A/N: Here’s a angsty Kookie fluff for you all! It hurt me to write some of this!

- Admin Snow

He hissed in pain as I dabbed the alcohol-soaked cotton ball on his still-bleeding knuckles, unintentionally dripping some of the excess liquid on to my jeans, the wet spots now intermingled with the dark red ones that had formed while cleaning off the blood from his hand.

“Shut up.” I murmured angrily, but my tone had come out weaker than I had wanted it to. I pulled his arm back onto my lap from when he had flinched away from the sharp pain. Jungkook gave a long sigh before repeating the same words he had been saying since he had walked through my door, beaten and bloodied, not even ten minutes ago.

“I’m sorry.” It seemed that with every time he repeated it his tone seemed to get more and more desperate and sincere; almost as if to prove me right with actions, he raised his left hand up to try and place it over my own. Wanting to provide some kind of comfort.

“I said shut up.” This time I purposefully pressed down on his open wound a bit harder, causing him to wince and pull back the hand that was reaching for mine.

“I really am. I mean it.” Ignoring him, I grabbed the gauze from the coffee table in front of us where all the equipment from the first aid kit was spread out across the surface. I realized that some of the items were running low and made a mental note to buy more soon, although I really wish I didn’t feel like it was a necessity, but with the way things were going it’s inevitable.

“Y/N…Ca-” I felt my jaw clench. Not being able to control my anger anymore, I blew up at him.

“This is the third time this month Jungkook! I am sick and tired of it! You can’t keep getting into these useless fights!” I lashed out, keeping my gaze on his hand. I felt his stare but I didn’t dare look up at him. Part of the reason being I was too mad to want to look at him, the other reason being that just the sight of all his cuts and bruises he bared made my stomach feel uneasy. If it wasn’t for the fact that I loved him so much I wouldn’t even have let him through the door.

Having paused in bandaging his hand, I continued working on it when I realized he wasn’t going to reply. After a few more seconds I was done and examined the bandage one last time, making sure it wasn’t too tight. I let go of his hand and reached for the alcohol wipes on the table.

“I know it was stupid but-”

“Of course it was stupid, these fights are always stupid. You are an idiot for getting involved.” Standing up from my place on the couch beside him, I stood in front of him and placed a hand underneath his chin to tilt his head up so I could get a look at the fresh cut he had on his right cheek, the skin around the wound already forming into a bruise. I didn’t fail to notice all the other still-healing bruises and cuts along his jaw and cheekbones from his past fights, some of the bruises were darker than others, while some had almost faded away, but each injury added a heavy weight on my heart.

As much as I didn’t want to, my gaze flickered over to his dark eyes. He was already looking at me, eyes full of apology and regret, pleading for forgiveness.

“Jagi.” He spoke softly, my eyes moving to his lips. There, on the right corner of his mouth, a cut that had been in the process of healing, had reopened in today’s fight. The blood that had fallen from the wound was now dried up in a trail down his chin. Reaching up with the alcohol wipe, I began cleaning there first.

I didn’t show any signs of acknowledgement when I felt his hands reach up and grab my hips. He began rubbing his hands up and down until the hem of my shirt rose up slightly, exposing a sliver of skin. Feeling the warm flesh, he stopped and rested his hands there. His thumbs began circling the exposed skin in a calming way. Taking in an unsteady breath, I took a step back, his arms falling back down beside him. I turned around and reached for the butterfly bandages on the table, but before I could even touch the small box, Jungkook pulled me back between his legs and wrapped his arms around my waist. He buried his face into my back and held on tighter when I tried to move away.

“Jungkook, stop.” My voice a whisper due to the fear that if I spoke any louder my voice would break.

“Just let me explain. It’s not my fault. They punched Taehyung first and he swung back. I wasn’t going to let him fight alone.” He began explaining, but in all honesty this was just like all his past fights. These were all just stupid excuses for his stupid actions.

“That’s just it, Jungkook! You guys can’t keep solving your problems with violence!” By now I was on the brink of tears from all the emotions I was feeling. “One day it’s not just going to be a punch to the face but a stab to your abdomen. It’s not always going to be a kick to your side but a gunshot to the chest. I don’t know what I would do Jungkook! I can’t stand to see you hurt, it hurts me! It hurts me so much, but you don’t understand that!” By now my shoulders were shaking uncontrollably and no matter how much effort I put in to stop crying, I couldn’t.

I felt Jungkook’s grip loosen as he stood up from the couch. His hands reached my shoulders and turned me around to face him. Not wanting him to see my tears, I kept my face hidden in my hands.

“Y/N, look at me.” Wrapping his fingers around both my wrists, he pulled my hands away from my face. My gaze stayed down, refusing to look at him.

Taking a deep breath, Jungkook moved my right hand over so he could hold both my wrists together in one hand, while his free hand was placed under my chin, tilting it up so I was forced to look at him.

“I’ll stop, I swear I will.” His eyes never leaving mine, “For you, I’d do anything.” His words made me shake my head in doubt, not wanting to believe him.

“Don’t make promises you won’t keep.” As much as I wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt, I didn’t want to give myself false hope either. Just the thought of him going against his words hurt. I couldn’t imagine the pain I would feel at seeing him at my door step once again covered in blood, or worse, hearing the news that his lifeless body was found somewhere laying on the side of the street. The guilt I would feel at not having been enough to stop him would eat me alive.

“Trust me.” His voice held sincerity, and it inclined me to place faith in his words. “I don’t want to see you cry over something like this.” Letting go of my hands, he placed his arm around my waist, bringing my body closer to him. Removing his hand from my face, he wrapped that one around me too. He ducked his head down into the crook of my neck and stayed like that for a few seconds before he spoke again, “I hate seeing you cry.”

Slowly, I brought my arms up and hugged his shoulders, eliminating any kind of space between us. We stayed like that, in each other’s arms, for what had seemed like an eternity. After we had pulled away, Jungkook went back to sitting on the couch and I took a seat on the edge of the coffee table in front of him. I began tending to his wounds once more. Looking down at his bandaged knuckles I realized that the gauze around them had loosened slightly.

“Damn…” I murmured under my breath and reached for his hand to fix it. I was surprised when Jungkook turned my hand over and raised my own knuckles to his lips, leaving a light kiss on the skin.

“Thank you, for everything.” Without wanting to, I blushed, feeling the heat creep up my cheeks. Not being able to stutter out a reply fast enough, I resorted to lightly slapping him on his shoulder instead.

“Shut up, this is the last chance I’m giving you.” I murmured out trying, and failing, to sound serious as I fought back my smile.

With his own wide smile, he replied, “Don’t worry, it’s the only one I need.”

Please (Newt x Reader)

Character: Newt

Fandom: Maze Runner

Categories: Reader Insert, Female!Reader, Angst

Title: Please


WARNING: Some serious feels, angst and sadness. Be emotionally prepared because I shucking cried writing this. Also, spoilers from The Death Cure.

Requested by espritriver:

Can you please write a Newt imagine where… uhhh… the Gladers are in the Scorch and… uhhh… Newt, who has the Flare, saves the reader’s life and… dies in her arms! Newt ran away of his friends but it’s the reader who finds him instead of Thomas and, maybe a Crank attacks her or something and Newt saves her, despite the Flare which makes him crazy.  

A/N: I consider this some kind of alternative ending in the Death Cure. I hope you like it, and I apologize for the feels in advance. I suffered so much writing this, it was incredibly hard to do. I didn’t revise it because I literally can’t read this.

I didn’t mind that the city was filled with Cranks that could kill me. I didn’t mind that Minho, Thomas and everyone would be worried and looking for me.

And I didn’t shuck care that this stupid deed would be my last. I just didn’t care anymore.

I had ran away just like Newt had. I couldn’t be with my friends pretending that everything was okay. So I decided to be on my own.

I aimlessly walked the streets, not really paying attention to anything that surrounded me. All I could think about was one thing. One person.

The same words echoed in my head in a sickening way, making me feel weak and feverish. My stomach felt incredibly heavy, as if I had swallowed lead. And the lump in my throat kept me from crying, but not from sobbing.

The Flare. Cranks. Not immune. Newt.

Maybe it would be best if I didn’t make it. I didn’t know where I was going anyway, I guessed I was trying to run away from myself. From my thoughts. From my suffering.

The pain was too much to bear. And if that shank Rat Man hadn’t assured I was immune, I could have sworn I was getting the Flare too. I felt jacked in the head.

Maybe I wasn’t immune. Maybe it was just another of WICKED’s stupid tests. I didn’t know what to believe anymore.

I dragged myself forward, my body felt so heavy and my mind so foggy that I was surprised I was still on my feet.

WICKED and their stupid tests. Sending me into the Maze to fall in love with ‘The Glue’, one of the very few Gladers that weren’t immune. The Glader that I cared about most. The person I cared about most in the whole world.

For what? Just to see Newt die? To see him separate from me or slowly lose himself to the Flare? I couldn’t have that.

I wouldn’t just stand by and watch how Newt stopped being the caring, kind and selfless person he is. I couldn’t watch Newt stop being Newt.

That was what I ran away from.

How I wished I could go back to the Maze. Or forget everything again, be swiped from all the anguish that created a void in my chest.

I was ripped out of my thoughts as suddenly, something hit my side with amazing strength and send me to the floor.

I hit my head hard against the pavement and my vision blurred as my ears began to whistle.

An animal like roar made me scream and jump. 

It was a Crank. I was dead.

But I found a strange and reassuring hope knowing I would finally be in peace.

Before the Crank could bite me and kill me, a loud noise that echoed through the empty streets made me yelp. A gunshot.

I breathed heavily as I realized the Crank was dead. The limp body lied over me.

Grunting because of the effort, I tried to push it away. And surprisingly, it moved to the side, where he layed. He was dead with his eyes open, a bullet hole on his head, where blood was starting to dry.


I opened my eyes wide as I couldn’t believe what was happening.

“N-Newt?” I quickly jumped to my feet when I saw him.

I was about to run to hug him when I noticed his looks.

His once fluffy and blond hair was dirty, almost brown, and crazily messy.

He was extremely pale, his skin had turned into a sickening white tone.

But the absolute worst thing was his eyes. Newt’s eyes used to be warm, kind, lively, sweet and awake. Instead, they had this crazy and void look to them. Like staring directly into a never ending pit of darkness.

He looked… insane. That person didn’t look like Newt even if he had his thin frame and brown eyes. He had become a Crank.

My hand flew to my mouth as I tried to keep back the sob that was destroying my throat as the lump on it tightened.

“What the bloody hell are you doing here?! Go away, now!!!” He screamt at the top of his lungs. That wasn’t his voice either. And I hoped those weren’t his words as well.

“Newt…” Was all I could say, wishing I could do something to bring him back.


Definitely, I started to cry. My chest began to hurt so badly that I thought I would die.

“But you saved me…” I managed to whisper, briefly looking at the dead Crank.

We were just a few steps away, so he heard me.

Newt’s chest went up and down in anger as he looked down to the gun that he held in his hand. Where did he get that from?

“CAN’T YOU SEE, Y/N?!” He angrily stomped in my direction, making me take a few steps back. “I’M A BLOODY CRANK! JUST DO WHAT I TELL YOU, I HATE YOU, GET THE SHUCK AWAY FROM ME!”

“Newt, please….” My voice cracked and I didn’t even understand my own words.

I would have done what he said if I could move, but I was so in shock that I couldn’t.

I noticed his hands twitched. And I pictured those moments in which those hands used to be soft, when he played with my hair in the Glade. When he intertwined his bony fingers with mine. When they rubbed my back when we hugged. When they were calm and tender instead of shaky and rough.

“You are the only thing that’s been keeping me slightly sane” His voice got low until it became a whisper, so I quickly looked up to him. “All this time, it was only you”

Newt held the gun tightly, so much his knuckles went white.

“Newt…” I said again, crying without control.

“I’ll pass the Gone soon” His anger was back for a moment as he frowned to the floor. His eyes became watery of pure hatred and fury. “You have to do it”

“What?” I uttered in a low whisper.

Determined, Newt took a few steps until he was right in front of me and then stopped to look me in the eyes.

Being so close to him scared me. All I could see was a Crank, that couldn’t be Newt!

“Do what Tommy couldn’t do. What he was too bloody coward for!” He yelled, putting the gun in my hands.

For a moment I didn’t know what he was talking about. My mind worked too slowly. But then I remembered.

The note.

Thomas told me about the note. I was the only one that he spoke about it to. He said I needed to know, because I was the only who Newt loved that way. And I was the one who loved Newt that way too.

I closed my eyes tight as I remembered what the note said.

Kill me. If you’ve ever been my friend, kill me.

“No, I can’t, Newt” I stared at the gun absently. My legs were shaking so much I knew I wouldn’t hold on much longer.

“JUST BLOODY DO IT, Y/N. IF YOU’VE EVER LOVED ME, DO IT!” His loud voice startled me as I looked at him through the tears in my eyes. “BEFORE I BECOME ONE OF THEM!”

My heart was in so much pain that I couldn’t talk. Why him? Why Newt? Why did someone who did so much good had to take so much pain? He didn’t deserve it! WHY?!

“I can’t do it…” I weakly said, crying still.

I was just so tired. So shuck fed up. 

Newt sighed and closed his eyes tight as he put a shaky hand over them. It looked like he was trying to control himself one last time.

“I love you, and you have to do it” He whispered, and I could have sworn I heard him sobbing as well. “Please, Y/N, please…”

When he spoke, he sounded controled. Almost as if he had regained sanity for a moment.

My hands were shaking so much that I thought I would drop the gun.

“We’ll see each other soon when your time comes. Just….” Newt sighed, and I knew he realized what my plan to end my pain was.

I was going to do that last thing for him and take his pain away. But then I would end it all for myself.

“Just what?” I sobbed, unable to hold his glare as he finally uncovered his eyes.

“Wait for me. I’ll be waiting for you on the other side” For a second, his husky voice was as soft as usual even if he sounded forced.

“Okay…” I gulped as I leaned the barrel on his forehead, cringing on the inside.

“Promise me” I felt Newt holding the barrel and pushing it aside for a moment. “Please, Y/N”

I closed my eyes and nodded. I couldn’t promise that. The pain would eat me alive after I lost him and that was the only way out for me. He was the only thing left I had to fight for.

“Promise” When I noticed the anger finding its way back to his tender voice, I knew we were running out of time.

“I promise” My voice turned out shaky and cracked at the end, but I said it.

Then Newt put the barrel against his forehead again and I heard a shaky sob coming from him.

I opened my eyes and looked at him to see him one last time.

He was looking down in surrender. And I knew he was tired too. 

“I’ll see you soon, love” A single tear fell down his face as I had a glimpse of Newt’s usual self in his eyes. For a second, they were his eyes: Warm. Kind. Sweet. Lively. Awake.

Love. He called me love again, like he used to do.

I closed my eyes and turned my head to the side as I focused on the memories of the old Newt. His smile. His warm eyes staring at me with so much love that it made butterflies wander in my stomach. His laughter. His kindness. His tenderness. His caring manners. His everything.

And then, I took a deep breath as I shut my eyes tight.

“I love you, Newt”

And I pulled the trigger.

anonymous asked:

LIsten. This Late, Late Show interview is just more proof to me that Seb is submissive af. That woman would EAT HIM ALIVE. I know he flirts with everyone, but his whole complimenting/being a cheeky little shit and then *blushing* when she starts complimenting him? Seb pls. OMG I'm dying.

Oh, agreed.

I’m watching it right now (nearly done) and cheeky little bratty sub Seb? SO MUCH YES. The flirting, the playfulness, but then literally blushing when complimented, and getting speechless? YES. And the moment when she says she just tells people to do things and they do them, and you can SEE Seb’s sudden inhale? YES.

Like, he’s not at all the shy demure sort of submissive. He’s the kind who’ll totally flirt and provoke but then get all sweet and precious when given attention from his Dom/me. Yes.

Missing You and Quills: Hugo Weasley; Next Generation One Shot (Requested by Anon)

Request:  Would you write an imagine about Hugo Weasley in his fifth year? fluff is great, your blog is lovely by the way :)

A/N: I didn’t know exactly what to do with this, but I made the best of it. I’m sorry if it’s not as good as you expected it to be!

Your P.O.V

 The Hogwarts Express was heaving its typical warm welcome as we were all about to leave. I was about to start my fifth year at Hogwarts and I was not planning on being late for such an occasion. I guess we’re classified as “upperclassmen” or what they say in the muggle world. I’m just happy to actually be older.

“Oi (Y/N)!” I heard someone call.

I turned my head to meet the sight of a red haired boy. Hugo Weasley. The son of the legendary Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger, and also having that traditional goofy Weasley trait. It all comes together.

“Oh my god! Hugo!” I exclaimed, hugging him instantly as he ran towards me. Our arms wrapped around each other’s backs, closing the gap between us. Overtime the course of the summer holidays, Hugo and I have only written to one another back and forth via Owl. Let’s just say Errol, the Weasley family owl for generations, isn’t exactly the best at navigating its own way these days.

“I’ve missed you so much.” I cooed. I let go of him as he did the same. We had both already loaded our luggage on the endless amounts of carts on the train, and we had already begun boarding.

The carts were filled to such an extraordinary extent. Ranging from young first years to strong and deluded seventh years, we were all packed for a magnificent year ahead of us.

“Do you want to sit here?” Hugo asked.

The cart was empty. Empty enough so that it would actually be peaceful during the endless amount of hours we would be sitting down to even reach our beloved school.

“Sure.” I said. Hugo had slide the door to the side and let me in first, like any gentleman would. I swear, I knew there was something very loveable about Weasley’s. I guess that’s why one of them is my best friend in the first place.

I sat down and put my elbow beneath the window as Hugo sat across from me. He was immediately slouching with his legs hanging out a bit, and his hair became messy on the way down.

Looking at him in this state, I chuckled to myself while remembering that’s how he looked during History of Magic. That class wasn’t as entertaining as Transfiguration or Potions, and it even beat the amount of boredom for detention. All our professor would do is lecture us on some pointless wizard and make us write essays about them. Sure enough, Hugo and I would just goof off in the back of the classroom and rush to finish our essays in the library the day before it was due.

“Are you planning on sleeping this whole year?” I asked him, yawning as the train finally began to move.

“You betcha.” Hugo replied. I laughed.

“You know (Y/N),” Hugo began to speak, clearing his throat. My attention fully shifted to him when he got up and sat next to me.

“I ought to tell you how my summer has been.”

“You already have?”

“Those letters didn’t really explain what truly happened.”

“Oh really?” I questioned, cocking an eyebrow as I listened to his banter.

“I feel as if I wasn’t really … descriptive.” He trailed off, beginning to play with his fingers.

‘What do you mean? Is something wrong?” I grew worried.

“No no no, it’s just that. I .. uhm … I’ve missed you a lot. I know that I’ve said this before, but, (Y/N) I really did miss you. Honest! Even throughout the countless banter from my mum I was still thinking about you and how much fun we had last year and the years before. I felt like letters weren’t even enough, you know? Like, there was no closure.” He had begun to rant. I was taken aback by his emotional standards, but incredibly interested. I never really thought we would end up in a situation like this one. I never expected him to ever be this emotional, especially with someone like me. It just didn’t really seem like him, you know?

“Why would we need closure, Hugo? We have three more years at Hogwarts.” I said to him.

“Yes, I know, but, whats going to happen when our time there is up? What is going to happen to our friendship? Are we going to stay friends, or are we going to go our separate ways. Oh (Y/N), I’m actually scared about this.” Hugo told in a very frantic tone.

“Hugs, you shouldn’t be so worried about the future. We’re fifteen year olds for Merlin’s sake! No one is going to come between us! If we keep our friendship up and trust each other like before, nothing can stop us.” I replied to his banter. Trust me, I can see where he’s coming from with being worried but he also has to let loose and not let this eat him alive.

“You sure?” He asked me.

“I would never let you down.” I reassured him.

“Good, ‘cos I have to tell you something.” He said to me.

“What?” I asked.

“I accidently left my quill at home again..”

“Again?! Hugo, your moms going to kill you!” I replied back, in a very shocked and quite annoyed tone. H was known for leaving things at his own home, even after Hermione has told him possibly a million times not to leave anything unattained in the house.

“You’re worse than Errol.”

anonymous asked:

How would bts react to coming home really late from a rehearsal and on their gfs birthday to find you(their gf)really upset & about to cry because they forgot your birthday? If there's a limit then do it for the maknae line please:) your blog is perf

Jin - He would feel so horrible. Coming in the door, and seeing you waiting with tears in your eyes. Needless to say, even exhausted from his day, would know exactly was wrong as soon as he sees you. He would feel like a total shit, and immediately go forward to comfort you. He would say that he didn’t mean to forgot, that he programmed it in his phone even, and it wasn’t his intention to hurt or upset you. He would comfort you if you let him, and tell you how sorry he is that he didn’t do anything. If you didn’t want him near you, then he would understand, and just let you be until you feel ready to face him again. The guilt would seriously eat this poor child alive, and he would do everything in his power to make it up to you. He would bake you anything you wanted, and make your favorite meals for you for weeks. But then again, I feel this is where he has the advantage. When he gets home and sees you upset, then he could lie a little, and say that he wanted to gift you with a homemade meal and cake, so if you could just be patient then he will get it all ready. Of course, you might think ‘why didn’t he just prepare ahead of time’, but no! Mama Jin assures that all his meals are fresh, and best enjoyed hot. So even though he knows he’s in the wrong, and would feel bad about it, he would do his best to cushion the hurt as much as possible (and he might even get away with it). 

Suga - He would come in the door to see you upset, crocodile tears piling up in those pretty eyes of yours, and he would immediately panic. First of all, because now he remembers it’s your birthday, and he totally forgot; and secondly because a crying women gives him great anxiety. He wouldn’t know completely what to do as he apologizes about your birthday, and maybe tries to write it off on his busy schedule. Of course, you are not letting hi by that easy, and will say that no matter how busy, the least he can do is send you a quick birthday message or something. He would allow you to be upset with him, but I don’t know if he would be too good at comforting, especially since he knows that if he gets too close then you could potentially rip him a new one. He would allow you to yell at him, continuing to say ‘sorry~’ while you let off your steam, and then allow you to get away from him and cool off. He would sit around, wondering what he could do to possibly make it up to you, and he might even go as far as asking Namjoon or Hoseok for some advice in this area. You would eventually come around when you don’t feel like ripping his face off, and he would surprise you with something totally great. Of course, it would still be late, but the whole ordeal might scare him enough that he never makes the mistake again. Or maybe as revenge you could do the same to him on his birthday. 

J-Hope - He is extremely empathetic, so when he comes home and finds you so distraught over his own stupid mistake, he is going to feel like the most horrible person. He is going to want to take you in his arms and start apologizing right away. He will sway you back and forth, allowing you to cry and call him names, because he knows he’s an idiot for forgetting one of the most important dates of the year. If you pushed him away and told him not to bother you, he would feel dead inside. He wouldn’t be able to sleep very well that night, trying to come up with a way to make things up to you. He would coddle you every chance he got, clean things around the apartment for you, cook you some meals, and nearly be your personal slave (around his schedule of course) until you forgave him. He would buy you a nice present, and your favorite cake. He would celebrate your birthday late with you, and do everything he could to make you smile. Of course, you would come around and forgive him eventually. 

Rap Monster - He would feel so terrible. He would see the tears in your eyes and automatically his heart would drop to his feet. He woudl then remember that it was your birthday, and the one person you were most excited to spend it with just showed up blank faced and empty handed. He would feel like scum. He had made you promises, and gotten your hopes up, only to have gotten caught up in his schedule. He would start off by saying he’s sorry, but being the logical person Namjoon is, he would want to explain to you the situation from his point of view. Of course, it’s not like he is looking for you to let him off the hook, because he knows that he is in dog house over this, but he at least wants to try and alleviate some of the sadness you feel. IN the end, you would merely nod your head ,and then say that you are going to bed. He knows that he probably won’t be sleeping next to you, wanting to give you your space for a little bit. But I could see Namjoon leaving the apartment to go to the studio and create a surprise for you. When you are ready to face him again, he would present you with a lovely song that he wrote about you, and you would cry again, this time happily, ready to forgive him. 

Jimin - I could see Jimin as one of the ones to panic the most. He would get home, and see you utterly upset, and he would squeeze the stuffing out of you shouting ‘sorry!’ a thousand times. Much to your surprise, before you can even get a word out, he would kiss you on the cheek and dash out the door. You would be staring after him with wide eyes, wondering what the hell he was doing. If anything, it might upset you a little more, having waited for this person all day only to have them abandon you again!? However, much to your surprise, he would arrive back later with a small cake and some of your favorite convenience store food. You would stare at him with wide eyes as he pulls out the table and starts setting everything up. He would run to your kitchen, where you would hear him bustle around for a little bit, and then see him run back with some candles and matches. He would light up the cake and then pat the table place across from him, expecting you to sit down. You would do so slowly, staring at him with a frown while he tries to keep his sunshine smile on his face. He would sing you ‘Happy Birthday~’ and then tell you to make a wish as you blow out the candles. You would still be a bit peeved at him, but after going out and doing this for you, and staying up to enjoy it with you even though you know he must be exhausted, you finally forgive him. 

V - He would be in shock. You would be so upset, and the only thing he can think to do right away is to tell you sorry and hold you in his arms. He would let you rant and rave, tell him off, and even cry all over him. However, when you try to pull away, he is not going to let you. He would hold on to you with his dear life, never wanting to let you go. He knows he was stupid, and forgetful, and rude, but he wouldn’t be able to stand it if you were to hate him (not that you really would, ur just a lil upset). And that’s when you feel just how much it hurts him as well. with the way he holds you, his breath ragged in your hair, you would realize just how much he is punishing himself for these actions. He would hate that he forgot something so important, so meaningful, he questions how he even forgot in the first place. He would tell you he’s sorry again and again, his voice quiet and wavering. This young alien may be 4D, but he is still full of raw feelings. IN the end, he would celebrate with you using whatever you had at home, and he would sing you a soft birthday song. His gift to you? Himself, because he knows nothing better than to give you something so priceless to cherish. You would still be a little peeved at the end of the night, but the last thing you want is for his guilt to eat him alive. 

Jungkook - I feel that he would be a mix of Yoongi and Jimin. He would walk in to see you extremely upset, and this young puppy would feel majorly awkward. He knows what the problem is, and that his stupidity is the reason behind it, but he still feels awkward seeing you cry. You would stare at him, getting ready to unleash on him, when suddenly he turns tail and dashes out of there. You would stare after him with your mouth hanging open. Did he really just run away from you? You would be so upset that you just call it a night, but in the middle of getting ready for bed, you hear him return. Peaking your head out to see what he is doing, you would watch him set up a cake that he went and bought especially for you. You would stare at him wide-eyed, unsure of what to do next, when he invites you over. You both sit across the small table from each other, and he sings you Happy Birthday in his beautiful voice. It’s quiet in the apartment, even his voice seeming to blend in with the darkness. You blow out the candle when he is finished, and then he would clap lightly. He would serve you a nice slice, and then just watch you enjoy the late cake. You would enjoy the cake, and tell him ‘thank you’, before helping him clean things up. You still wouldn’t be completely happy with him, but you suppose you can come to forgive the guy who went out for you in the middle of the night after a long days practice, so you would be happy. You suppose he’s worth keeping around a little bit longer (lol). 

I think that the only thing I have to say about this is to please be understanding. If they are making large promises, and making it out to be like a huge party or something, then yes, you have every right to be upset that they forget. But if it’s just your birthday, and they make no promises to you, or you know that they are busy with schedules or whatever, then to be severely upset is a little shallow. These boys work very hard, and sometimes don’t even have time to eat or sleep. If they are still telling you happy birthday over a text, or if they show up at your day a couple days late because that is when they have time, then you have to try and be understanding to that. They only have so much time to themselves, and they are not necessarily going to be there for every moment that you find important. That doesn’t mean they don’t care. They just have so much going on (and you might too) that they can’t always get to everything. In a relationship, there has to be some understanding or compromise. But, of course, being A.R.M.Y’s, we would all be very understanding to their needs, right?

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You're Alright You. Part Eleven

• What if … on the day of her release from the mental hospital Rae doesn’t see Chloe and the gang on the bikes…


Part One • Part Two • Part Three • Part Four • Part Five • Part Six • Part Seven • Part Eight • Part Nine • Part Ten


Part Eleven

We were laid in my Mum’s bed.

Under the covers, side by side, both starring up at the ceiling.

Our shoulders were the only parts touching. It was driving me freaking crazy.

How was I supposed to sleep in the same bed as Finn all night without committing a sex crime.

I don’t think I can do this.

I hope these sheets are clean. Oh bloody hell.

“Still awake?” Finn whispered besides me. How can I sleep right now?

“Yeah” As soon as we had gotten into the bed I was suddenly wide awake. I wonder why?

I am a sex addict with out the actually having sex part.

“Thanks for tonight”

“You what?” I hadn’t really done anything.

“With Archie, I doubt he would of told me what was up with him yet, if he hadn’t talked to you”

“You don’t have to thank me Finn” I just listened to him after all, Archie did the hard part “And he would of told you, he did tell you”

"Yeah” he huffed a little “You asked me if there was summet up with him at the weekend and I hadn’t noticed, I should of, he’s my best mate

"He wasn’t ready, to talk about it then”


Archie had been so brave to admit his sexuality.

Chloe had been brave to tell me who her mystery man was. Mr bloody Carrisford.

Maybe it was my time, to be honest. They do say things come in threes, don’t they?

“I need to tell yah summet” I couldn’t breath, what the hell am I doing “About the whole France thing”


I can’t do this. Chicken Shit.

“The thing is I’m not ready to yet” taking a deep breath I turned my head to look at him but he was still starring up at the ceiling, biting his lip “I’ve got some stuff, bad stuff and it’s not fair to not tell yah before…..” oh bloody hell.

“Everyones got stuff Rae” he slowly turned to finally look at me “and your tell me when your ready”

“It could ruin everything” I warned him “You could hate me”

“Oh” he reached over and moved some hair out of my eyes “I highly doubt that”

“It could” ‘cause I’m mad.

“Rae” he thought for a moment “Everyone has stuff, everyone has struggles and everyone has bad things that happen, It don’t change who you are in here” he pointed at his own heart “I know your good, I can wait for you tell me. When your ready. We’ve got plenty of time”


“Yeah” he smiled

What did I ever do to deserve someone like him in my life?


We must of fallen asleep soon after our conversation ‘cause I was woken up by somebody banging on the front door. Again?

“What the fuck is wrong with people today?” I mumbled and got out of the bed. Leaving Finn, who was still fast asleep by the way. Lucky bastard.

Archie had been woken up by the banging too though and was just scratching his head as I opened the door to the lounge.

“Thanks for getting it Arch” I told him.

“No problem Rae” he stuck his tongue out as I passed.

When I opened the door I just wanted to laugh.

“What the fuck Chop?” is he joking?

“You lot having a party without me?” he looked like he was gunna cry or summet.

“Hiya Rae” Izzy spoke from behind him and waved.

“Whats going on?” Chloe’s voice came from the lounge, behind me.

“You just woke us all up, cause you think we are having a party?” Unless it was a bloody silent party he must of known there wasn’t one happening in this house!

“The lights on!”

“One light, In the whole house!"I pointed behind me.

"Well, none of you fuckers told me yah had found Arch!” he was getting louder. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Mrs Dewhurst’s curtains twitching. Nosey motherfucker. “And it’s only eleven thirty”

“Get in” I opened the door wider so him and Izzy could come in.

“Where the fuck have you been?” he demanded when he saw Archie.

“Just about” Archie sleepily told him. Just about? Really?

I guess he’s not ready to tell the rest of the gang just yet then?

“Just about? Me and Izzy spent three hours walking around the park and down the common looking for yah only to be told by your Mum that you had turned up at Rae’s house hours before!”

“Sorry Chop, That was my fault” Finn was rubbing sleep out of his eyes as he came into the room “I shoulda found yah before I came here”

“Damn fucking right you shoulda’ ”

“You ok Archie bug?” Izzy asked.

“Whats going on then if yah not having a party?”

“Its been a long fucking evening Chop” Finn spoke “Everyones tiered”

“Well I have brought some beers” he held up two bags “So how about we have a drink and a mini party, just us lot”

“I told you no parties”

Chop didn’t say anything just smiled a massive shit eating grin. Cheeky son of a bitch.

“Got any wine?” Chloe asked taking a seat on the arm of the sofa.

“Yeah, here yah go” he passed her one of the bags “You alright Chlo’? Looks like yah been crying?”

“I broke up with that guy I was seeing”

“Oh, sorry

"It’s alright”

I looked over at Finn, who was looking at me and rolled my eyes. Alright my arse.


What the bloody hell is going on here?”


“I told her no bloody parties!”


“Who the hell are you?”


“Oh fucking shit!” I jumped out of the bed me and Finn had shared, again.

This can not be happening.

“What was that?” Finn lifted his head of the pillow and looked me. He looked so sexy with his bed hair that if my Mum wasn’t currently shouting the house down I would probably try to eat him alive.


“Me Mum’s back!”

“Oh shit” he jumped up so fast he was lucky he didn’t fall over.

“Quick, get out of here, go in my room”

Before we could get across the hall to my room though there was my Mum, stood at the bottom of the stairs. Crap.

“Alright Mum?” I waved and Finn stood awkwardly behind me. His hair standing up in every fucking direction. Fucking sexy as hell. Damn him.

“Rachel Earl what the bloody hell is going on?” She sounded mad but it also kind of looked like she was trying not to smile.

“What do yah mean?” I smiled at her.

Rae“ she started walking up the stairs towards us "You know damn well what I bloody mean”

“This is Finn” I tried to distract her.

“Nice to meet yah love, Rae” she huffed “Why are there two lads an a lass asleep on my sofa when I specifically told yah no parties, gang activities and no boys?”

My bedroom door opened and Chloe popped her head out.

“Chloe love”

“Morning Ms Earl” She looked at me with wide eyes. I fucking know.

“Actually Chloe, its Mrs Bouchtat now” You what? “Me and Karim got married two days ago”

“Congratulations?” Chloe replied while I felt Finn reach for my hand. He always knows.

“What?” she can not be serious right now. She married him?

“Rae, we’ll talk about this later. Now get this house tided up before I get out of the bath” Well this is bloody bullshit “And Finn dear you can help Karim with the bags from the car, I might of gotten a bit carried away at the the duty free” I bet you did.

“No problem Mrs Bouchtat”

“You just spent the night in my bed with my daughteroh my god, someone shoot me now “you can call me Linda” huh?

“Ok” he was going red as she passed us and locked herself in the bathroom.

“Oh my god Rae, are you aright?” Chloe asked as Finn just tightened his grip on my hand.

“I better go down, to the car” and as far away from my mother as he could.

“Okay, yeah” I nodded and let go of his hand.

Once Finn had gone I pushed Chloe back into my room.

“What about Arch and that downstairs?”

“Oh fucking hell, they better go before she gets done in the bathroom”

“Come on, then we can go to the cafe or summer and have breakfast” You can have breakfast. I’ll just watch.

“I can’t believe she bloody married him, she’s only known him five minutes”

“The heart wants what the heart wants Rae” Oh please.


“So you and Finn shared a bed, hey” she was smiling at me.

“ ‘nought happened” I bloody wish it had.

She wiggled her eyebrows at me.

“It didn’t” I laughed “Not that I didn’t want it too”

“Your gunna need a fucking bib, have you seen him”

"Oi!” Well, she’s not wrong “Come on, lets go down”


Sunday morning I got woken up by Archie shaking me. Why did I ever want friends again? All they seem to do is wake me up all the time.

“What the fuck?”

“Rae, it’s me”


“Yeah, sorry but Chop has called a meeting down the chippie”

“Why? summet happened?”

“Dunno” he smiled “Don’t think its anything bad cause he sounded dead happy” happy? “Just told me to pick you, Chlo’ and Finn up”

“Do they know?”

“Doubt it, I rang em and said I was on me way. Called you too by he way but Karim answered and I don’t think he understood anything I said” Well thats about right.

“If this is about a house party or summet, I’ll slap him, with a wet fish”

“I would pay to see that”

“I’ll do it for free” I stood up “Just buy the fish”



Archie picked Finn and Chloe up in his car on the way to the chippie.

“Anyone know what this is about?” Chloe spoke from the back seat, next to Finn.

Finn though, well he stayed oddly quiet as me and Archie said no. Doe’s he bloody know?

I tried to catch his eye on the rest of the car ride but he looked out of the window the whole way. What is going on?

And as soon as the car stopped he jumped out and pretty much ran into the chippie leaving us all still in the car.

“He knows” Chloe pointed at him.

“Come on, there’s only one way we are gunna find out what those two are up ta”

As soon as we entered the Chippie, Chop was standing at the end of one table “Sit down” he pointed at the seats. Finn was already sat in one of em and Izzy was next to him.

“Right you lot” Chop clapped his hands once we all sat down.

“What is this about?” Izzy asked. So even she didn’t know

“Well, I have been planning a surprise lads trip for the last couple of weeks”

“What?” So Archie had no idea either then.

“Lads trip?” If he was planning a lads trip why the hell where me, Chloe and Izzy here.

“Well, Finnley here said he wanted to take Raemondo along and I managed to get three extra tickets for all of you girls to join us”


“What for?”

“Knebworth baby girl” he smiled at me.

“Shut up” I almost shouted while Chloe and izzy looked confused “Are you serious”

“Dead serious” oh my god.

“Are you messing with me?” That is it, there is no way this is my life. I must of fallen into a coma and that whole pinching thing just doesn’t work.

“I ain’t messing with yah” he was grinning so hard I was worried his face would get stuck. 

“What is going on?” Chloe demanded.

“We’re going to see Oasis, at Knebworth!”

“Oh my god” I turned to Finn “It was your idea”

“Well, yeah but Chop did the leg work” he was so fucking incredible.


“No problem” He leant over the table and gave me a quick kiss.

“Oh here we go again” Archie said “All of you at it again”

I laughed and turned to see Izzy hanging around Chop’s neck as they made out.

Holy shit I am going to be in the same room as Liam Gallagher. I think I might pass out.


I was really nervous you weren’t going to show up. Every time I turned around and didn’t see you, a knot would form in my stomach and that heavy dropping feeling that you get when you’re about to cry and can feel yourself getting more and more flustered and sad would wash over me. I was afraid that you would confirm my suspicion that the people I care about never quite keep their promises. You are a really good friend, a great friend, actually, and I was hoping so badly that you would not turn out like friends past. And you didn’t. You showed up, and quite honestly, you made my day and entire night. So thank you. Thank you for being your wonderful and lovely self and showing up. Thank you for caring enough to show up. It means a lot, much more than I could tell you in a text. Please don’t ever forget.
—  10:07pm thoughts// that’s why I write about you instead
Matt Smith on River Song/Alex Kingston over the years
  • Matt Smith (April 2011-Radio Times): [The Doctor] is too much of a space bachelor [to get married]. The universe is his mistress and he's not going to give her up for anyone! He finds marriage all rather peculiar, I have to say. To him, spending his whole life with someone is an alien concept. [With River]The Doctor gets to flirt, he just doesn't get all the rubbish stuff; He doesn't have to clean up! Maybe The Doctor will pack it all in and go and live in a shack with River, but I can't see it.
  • Matt Smith(September 2012-Chatty Man): My Doctor's...got a wife, River Song, but I don't think he does anything with her...I just think he talks about atoms and, you know, aliens.
  • Matt Smith(July 2013-The Nerdist): Well, and to me [the Doctor and River's relationship] sort of meant everything really, and to my Doctor, it was, you know, that’s his one big relationship in the show.
  • Matt Smith(July 2013-Vulture Interview): Are we meeting a character we’ve met in the future? Yes. Is she my wife? Yes.[Interviewer: River is Eleven’s one true love, right?]Yeah! I think River and Amelia and Clara, but I think River in a different way to the others. River’s the only one ... She’s the only character that my Doctor has ever consciously kissed. And my Doctor’s not really that kissy.
  • Matt Smith(July 2013-The Nerdist): [On the sexual aspect of the Doctor and River's marriage] After Hours, I know, but she would just eat him alive wouldn't she? And Kingston is an absolute terror I tell you.
  • Matt Smith(November 2013-DW 50th Celebration): A courteousy email would be nice if another Doctor's gonna have a go at my wife.
  • Matt Smith(February 2014- Wizard World): I'm really possessive over Alex! I said this to Steven, I was like, 'Listen mate, just don't--just not Alex.' Anyone else, but don't give [Capaldi] River, you know...But I am really proud of the fact that Alex was part of number Eleven's life...my wife!
  • Matt Smith (March 2014- Wizard World Louisville): I think the Doctor actually loves River in a way he sort of doesn’t love anyone else. I mean, River’s a space vixen.
  • Matt Smith (April 2014- Wizard World St. Louis): [answering who's the best kisser out of his co-stars] It's gotta be Alex, really. She's got those lovely lips. She makes me laugh, as well.
  • Matt Smith (April 2014- Calgary Expo): [on his and Karen's favorite DW co-star] Kingston! She's our number one.
  • Matt Smith (August 2014- Chicago Wizard World): Oh, no, she's part of the family, Alex!
  • Matt Smith (August 2014- Fan Expo Canada): [talking about favorite co-stars] Alex Kingston, very. The most sensational flirt on the planet, bar no one. [Arthur Darvill: with everyone] Yeah, even with herself in the mirror. It's incredible to witness.
  • Matt Smith (August 2014- Fan Expo Canada- CONT): Oh, [Alex Kingston] is an absolute dream. She’s everything you’d want her to be. The most sensational flirt on the planet. There’s just no one better and if she goes and appears with Capaldi, I will bang the tables with my fists. No, I like to think that 11 and River had a particularly special relationship, and Alex, she was so great to me, she was such a good friend, and really helped me through it. And me and Karen, I’ll never forget it, we sat in this restaurant in Cardiff Bay called Woods…and we were sat at dinner, and this was before we’d filmed anything, and she looked at me and Karen, and she was like ‘You two have no idea what’s going to happen to you do you?’ And we were like ‘What do you mean?’ She’s like, ‘You won’t be able to walk around this place.’ And we were like ‘Oh, we’ll be fine.’ And she just really gave us good advice and was kind. She’s very motherly and sexy!