I’m trying to get over you, I’m trying so goddamned hard. And some mornings I wake up and think, yes, maybe I finally am free. Free from my echoing thoughts of you. Free from the constant battle of loving you and losing you. But then other mornings I wake up and all I can think about is how your eyes look with sunlight in them and how your face looks just before you break into a smile.
Maybe we aren’t meant to be together, maybe not now, maybe not ever.
And I don’t wanna have a single grain of hope, because blessed are those with no expectations.
But sometimes I think against my own will that what if we break all the laws?
Maybe we’ll forget each other soon but what if we meet again someday in the future, and in one look we’ll feel the ache in our hearts of our incomplete love, and maybe then I’ll be right for you, and you’ll be right for me?
Maybe we are meant to be together, maybe not now, but maybe someday.
So here’s the thing: Yellow Diamond is actually very relatable now after That Will Be All. Earth was the destruction of Pink Diamond, who by all theories and evidence was the youngest of the Diamonds and their little sister. Yellow is cold, calculating, and logic up until Earth gets mentioned - she wants to be rid of it and all that reminds her of it. That’s why she wants to destroy it so badly, why she wants to destroy the Zoo and the Rose Quartzes so badly, and why she’s so frustrated with Blue Diamond for preserving them instead.
“What’s the use of feeling, Blue?” What’s the use of feeling when it hurts so much, when it takes you away from important work and from your subjects? Just look at her face in these shots.
She looks haunted in the first and utterly tortured in the second. This is what feeling does to Yellow, and she hates it. Losing Pink Diamond was probably the worse thing to ever happen to Homeworld, and the only thing she can think of to get rid of the pain is to destroy anything that reminds her of Pink - the Zoo, the Rose Quartzes, and especially Earth.
What I really want is two things at this point: to find out more about White Diamond and how she’s coped with Pink’s death, and how Yellow will react to the Cluster being neutralized.
description: reader is way too reckless when first dealing with the billywig, which results in newt having to play nurse
a/n: HE’S SO CUTE JUST LOOK AT HIS FACE UH GBEWJKHRGWEGBKWBHEKTLBEWG
Having never left America, even after your time in Ilvermorny, you couldn’t help but be extremely interested in Newt’s suitcase. And by ‘extremely interested’, I mean extremely interested.
You had always been interested in magical beasts since you had been introduced to them during standard Ilvermorny lessons, so when Tina confided in you one day about the odd man with the suitcase full of magical beasts in it, you couldn’t let the amazing opportunity slip away.
“There is no way an Extension Charm can hold, u-uh, this!” (y/n) said incredulously, gesturing wildly with her arms, eyes wide with pure excitement.
Newt couldn’t help a laugh at how absolutely adorable (y/n) looked - it reminded him of his very first Care of Magical Creatures lesson during his years at Hogwarts. He hadn’t known (y/n) (y/l/n) for very long - two days were not very long indeed - but he and (y/n) had clicked so easily that it seemed that they had known each other forever.
He was so lost in his thoughts that he didn’t notice that (y/n) had already wandered off to the next area of beasts. Newt furrowed his brow - this was the Australian territory, which meant that -
“Woah, hey, Newt! What’s this blue one? With the wings on top of its head? It looks kind of cute - ow!” Newt Apparated over to where (y/n) was now clutching her arm tightly, his heart pounding. Billywigs weren’t lethal, but the look of pain on (y/n)’s face made fear course through his veins.
The effects of the Billywig sting hadn’t kicked in yet, thank Merlin for that, so Newt hurriedly gathered (y/n) up in his arms, racing back to his little shed. Gently placing (y/n) down on his makeshift bed, he ran his fingers through his shaggy hair (a/n: his hair makes him even cuter but is that even possible tbh), plopping himself down on a stool. If (y/n) started getting all woozy and began floating, at least they would be safe with him. (y/n) was half-conscious, muttering incomprehensible words under her breath, nose scunched up slightly.
Newt couldn’t help but think that (y/n) looked absolutely adorable - not that she wasn’t usually adorable already - she was a beautiful woman, and even when unconscious, she still made him blush like the good old Hufflepuff he was.
Focus, Newt! Make her comfortable, for Merlin’s sake!
“R-right,” Newt stuttered to himself quietly, blushing even harder when he moved to remove (y/n)’s thick everyday coat. It was an innocent move, but he had never exactly been intimate with anyone before, so even removing her coat made Newt feel like he had done something very inappropriate.
Suddenly, (y/n)’s eyes snapped open as she began to leave the bed. Oh, no, not the normal ‘leaving-the-bed’. She began to float. Newt whirled around at the sound of (y/n)’s loud, delirious, laughs as she was suspended in mid-air.
“Hey, Newt! I’m flying! Look, look, look! Your invisible broomstick is great!” (y/n) said happily, looking like an excited first year ready for the first day of school. A smile overtook Newt’s face as he laughed alongside (y/n).
After about four hours, the effects of the Billywig sting were beginning to fade away as (y/n) stopped levitating and grew drowsy. Newt remained by her side the entire time, brushing silky strands of hair away from (y/n)’s face or trying to get her to eat something.
“Newt?” Newt gazed at (y/n), who was struggling to keep her eyes open. “Yes?”
(y/n) smiled slightly as she whispered, “I think I really like you.”
Newt’s heart seemed to freeze, his breath hitching in his throat. “W-what?”
But (y/n) had already drifted off to sleep as he forced himself to calm down, although the raging blush had returned to his cheeks, his feelings in a complete whirlwind.
“I think I really like you too, (y/n).”
Grindelwald had been defeated, and all was well in New York as Newt readied himself to return to his home in England. Tina and Queenie had said their goodbye’s, and had left (y/n) and Newt to be alone.
(y/n) and Newt were quiet as they interlaced their fingers, (y/n) resting her head on Newt’s chest. “I don’t want you to leave,” she muttered, Newt’s shirt muffling her voice and hiding her face. “Hey,” Newt cupped (y/n)’s face in his hands, looking her in the eye. “This is not the end. I can come back to New York, or you could visit Britain one day. It’s not the end. It’ll never be the end, all right?” He gently kissed (y/n), their lips moulding together as they grabbed each other’s hands tightly.
(y/n) pulled away, reaching into the pocket of her coat for something as Newt stared down at their hands.
“You didn’t think I was just going to let you ditch me here, did you?”
Newt stared at (y/n) in awe - not that he already always did that on an everyday basis - or rather, the cruise ticket in her fingers. “H-how… but you-u, u-uh…” Newt began stammering unintelligibly, his brain not registering what the bloody hell was happening.
Wrapping her arm around Newt’s neck, (y/n) whispered, “I want to be with you, Newt. I always felt that New York was never right for me. I mean, maybe I was meant to be with you, and go to England, and start afresh. A new life, you know?” Newt gazed into (y/n)’s beautiful (y/e/c) eyes, saying, “Are you sure you really want this? Being with you - you in Britain - it would be absolutely amazing. But I would never want to pressure you into moving to a whole new country and-” “I want this, Newt. I do, I really do. I’ll get Tina to send my suitcases over and we can do whatever we want, okay?”
“Last call for The River, bound for Britain!”
Exchanging a knowing, sure glance, Newt Scamander and (y/n) (y/l/n) boarded the ship, fingers interlaced, knowing that whatever the future held, they would face it with one another. Together.
a/n: AHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA I THINK I’M DED - roxanna
Because I obviously love hurting myself with writing.
Title: A Broken (Bare)Bone. Pairing: Implied - Credence Barebone x Reader. Words: 1137 Rating: T. (Mentions of abuse.)
Shuffling around in your small kitchen, you filled the tea kettle with water before setting it on the stove, turning it on so it would heat up. The young man sitting in your living room looked like he had just faced death, or something even more vividly terrifying so you thought that a hot cup of something would bring back some sort of life to his current white as a sheet complexion. Credence was quiet for the longest time, gazing around the room before resting his eyes on his hands. There were scars there, from days past. Wounds had healed physically but so many were open mentally, he wondered if he’d ever be the same again. Credence pressed his teeth together for a moment, the ringing in his ears intensifying when he did. He had something in him that wasn’t normal. He was never normal, try though he may.
And he trusted Percival Graves to help him accomplish a more normal secure life in Magic. Not the fear he found himself constantly in. He wanted… He wanted…!
Something inside of him snapped before he could finish his thought and so his next statement came from a very careful place in his mind.
“I-I’m so afraid…” To admit something so personal and dangerous was that in itself. A danger. Continuing to staring down at his hands with doe-like brown eyes, Credence took a deep breath in. It was fire and hell to even do that much. It felt like someone had been stomping on his ribcage with all their might, trying to put out an already dead fire. The way he spoke made it apparent that his words were true. Hesitant, slow and unsure of what a reaction might bring because typically, most reactions he’s encountered haven’t been the good kind that he wanted to remember. It also appeared like he was speaking directly to his hands, though you know he was talking to you. The imagery of what he was capable of doing without meaning to was what scared him.
With his hands shaking now, he balled them into fists to contain his last bit of self-awareness at the moment. There was nothing but silence between the two of you as you poured hot water in a teacup. You know what you wanted to say and what you wanted to do, but was it appropriate. You wanted to say, ‘I know you’re afraid, Credence… I know… And I wish I could take it away, but I’m not that strong… The best I can do is…’ You’d stop talking them and embrace him like you had wanted to. You wanted to hold his cold body against yours, brush his dark hair back and tell him that eventually, things were going to be okay. Whether maternal instinct or something more, you weren’t sure but that’s what you yearned while setting the now steaming teacup in front of him.
He looked drained, as if he hadn’t slept the entire week. His face was slacked into a twisted version of its usual self, the dark circles under his eyes were heavy on his pale skin. “What if I’m not meant to keep it under control though?” He pondered out-loud and gazed up at you as you sat next to him. “What if it wants me to let go? Wants me to be the bad guy because it knows that’s who I really am?” The leaking insecurities in himself were let out in the tone of voice he was using to talk to you. It was painful to listen to so you could only imagine how painful it must have been for Credence himself to speak. It was cracking around words, some being heavier said than others as if he had lost all sort of security in talking. His breathing became slightly labored as it was harder to intake air once again. The sensation of someone stepping all over his torso found itself back in his body.
You weren’t even sure what you were going to say in this sort of situation, but you found yourself spewing his name regardless of any rational thought. “Credence.” His dark eyes left the scape of your table that he was staring at previously so he could look back at you. The abundance of fear in his eyes made you want to burst into tears. Someone so young, someone so close to you with so much on their shoulders and so much plaguing their mind… You weren’t even thinking as you raised a hand and pressed it against his sharp jawline very tenderly. The chill of his skin against yours made you gasp ever so quietly as you rubbed your fingers and hushed him. “I-I don’t know what you want me to say.” You muttered, “What… I should say…”
“Don’t… Don’t leave me like everyone else does.” He said without pulling away from your slight embrace. If anything, Credence found himself tilting his head towards your open hand and soaked in the unfamiliar warmth. That only lasted a moment before he squeezed his eyes shut and cried quietly. Literal tears weren’t shown until he opened his eyes but the moment he did it was like a waterfall. They’d build in the corner of his eyes before cascading down his face. The tears on the right side would get caught on your hand as you wiped them away. Some were getting caught on his eyelashes, and when Credence would blink, they’d be sent off. “I th-thought for the longest time… ‘I can do this alone’.” He straggled in front of you and grasped your hand tightly. “I can’t… I can’t!
“I never wanted to hurt anyone!” Credence was a bit louder than he usually was now as he sat back in his seat, pushing your hand away so he could rub his eyes with the backs of his hands. It was pointless as the tears were constantly flowing now. “I on-only wanted to feel like… I belonged somewhere…”
You felt your heart drop into your stomach at the desperation slacking behind his words. Shuffling in his seat, Credence shuddered and nodded to himself, ready to speak but you were fast to intercede, “You belong here.” Of course he did, you thought to yourself and leaned forward in your seat, “You belong here with me… I’m not going anywhere. I’m not leaving. I’ll stay by your side, Credence, until you don’t need me anymore.”
He got quiet once again and stared at you through wide eyes. Even in
the light of the room, it was hard to see his pupils due to the natural
darkness of his iris. “I don’t want you to leave, ever…” Credence drew a
deep breath into his lungs and exhaled equally as slow as his glance
left yours. There was something utterly strange about the dependence he had found with you. You’d listen, you’d give advice if you could, the way you cared for him unlike anyone cared for him before was merely breathtaking in so many ways. Graves was the only other person, but even that seemed strained and forced at times.
Never with you.
“I’m always going to need you.”
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2016 wasn’t the best year for anyone I feel like, not even for me, but I had the luckiest year of my life. I got to meet the person I look up to so much several times! I got to go to two of their shows on tour, got picked for misbehavin’ (almost killed me), got to be there for the filming of their Chirstmas special, had our high five actually air??? (almost killed me again) and you would think meeting him so many times I’d actually get to tell him how much he means to me and what he’s done for me and I didn’t even get 👏🏼 one 👏🏼 word 👏🏼 out 👏🏼
Being a part of this fandom has been so much fun. Everyone is so sweet and i’ve made so many incredible friends! Thank you for following me and being a part of my ptxperience!
Here’s to 2017! Here’s to making more friends and more ptx memories! And who knows, maybe I’ll finally remember how to speak and get to have an actual conversation with Avi. I hope all of you get to create amazing ptx memories in the new year! Let’s kiss the past away like New Years Day!