not sure if you can read it sorry

anonymous asked:

Bonney youre my fav fanfic writer! I just wanted to ask whether you have read the gruvia fanfic "chasing shadows" by meffisto. Its really beautiful and mature. Its an AU and its so realistic! Ive actually waited for 2 years for it to be updated , but got disappointed as theres no update since December 2015, Anyway ( i bored you so much sorry ) i think you can give it a try! ALSO,GOOD LUCK WITH YOUR WRITING! youre definitely gonna be a very famous author one day for sure! Love you!

Aww, thank you honey! I’m glad you like my stories so much!

Originally posted by k-pophearts

I know it’s going to sound weird giving that 90% of my stories are Gruvia, but I don’t read Fairy Tail fanfiction. :/ It’s a habit I’ve had for a long time but I bet that story is great! I love an AU, as anyone can tell. HAHA

Thank you so much for all the love! ❤

How to study in College
  • Take notes in class
    Never go to class without some paper and a pen. Writing something down is the first step to remembering it.
  • Get a planner
    If you don’t know what you need to study or work on, you’ll never actually do it.Getting into this habit of jumping on work and studying is a hard one to form, but having a planner to remind you is a good way to start.
  • Re-read the notes
    I’ve heard it everywhere, the best way to remember material is to re-read it after your class. Sorry to break it to you, but after you first take those notes in class, your job doesn’t end there. Make sure that you re-read your notes, preferably within 24 of when you originally took them. Refresh your mind on the material learned.
  • Re-Write the notes
    Now that you’ve re-read the notes, you might have noticed how sloppy they look. Taking notes by hand in class can be daunting, difficult, and rushed. Some of the things you wrote might be in short hand, some might be hard to read, and some might not make any sense. Make them look pretty. Science has backed the fact that writing it down helps you memorize it.
  • Write out the essay prompts ahead of time
    I wrote out my entire essay:
    introduction, conclusion and all. Then, I wrote out a very simple outline on a blank sheet of paper which covered the basis of the points I cover in the essay. I memorized this first, reading it and writing it over and over and over again. This way, if I couldn’t retain anything else I would at least know the basis of what I was talking about. Then I printed out the essay, and made a highlighting color coded system. I highlighted everything I absolutely needed to get correct and have memorized (such as any statistics or quotes I was including) in pink. I highlighted every point that I needed to include, no matter what phrasing I used, in orange. Finally, I highlighted a few extra points that I would be proud of myself if I memorized in yellow. I read this, re-read this, read it again. Then I gave it to my roommate and tried to recite the entire thing from memory.
  • Consider making flashcards
    If you are studying for any class that requires memorization, chances are that flashcards will benefit you. On the blank side, put the keyword or phrase. On the lined side, put the definition or description of that keyword/phrase. This tried and true trick is a great way of quizzing yourself, especially if you are learning a new language or new vocabulary.
  • Try it with music,then try it without it
    Music is a fantastic study tool, but it isn’t for everybody. There has been a lot of studies surrounding the fact that music boosts productivity and motivation.If you find that music doesn’t help you, then try turning it off. It’s possible that you trying to force yourself to listen to music all these years has actually been deterring your focus! Everybody is different, so try it out and see if it helps.

By: @niccistudies

“I love you.” “I know.”

I just picked up the issue of People magazine with Carrie Fisher’s excerpt from The Princess Diarist in it. I read it standing in the aisle at the grocery store, and halfway through I started to cry.

She describes their affair and its conclusion saying:

“So I loved him and he allowed it. That’s as close to a reckoning as I can muster four decades later.”

I’m not sure why this is hitting me in such an emotional way. Maybe it’s because Carrie Fisher, in the persona of her character Leia Organa, has been a part of my life since I was ten. I didn’t really identify with her back at the beginning (she seemed like a grownup, and I was just a kid), but now, when I feel much closer to her in age (I’m fifty to her sixty) - oh, hell yeah.

I’d never heard of “shipping” when I was thirteen and seeing Empire eighty one times in the theater, but Han and Leia were IT for me, and I loved that scoundrel smuggler with all my heart. Maybe that’s why I’m crying. The glimpse into the deep, raw emotions of the nineteen year old girl in love that Fisher was - the reverberating wave of the story I loved and the reality of her relationship with Harrison Ford; it just hurts. It’s beautiful and terrible.

Their climactic scene in Empire:

“I love you.”
“I know.”

My god.

It was real. It was real.


Since Danganronpa V3 is coming out soon, I request EVERY. SINGLE. PERSON. yes, EVERY SINGLE ONE to PLEASE TAG “SPOILERS” in WHATEVER NDRV3 related post you’re showing off, if you do so, then you will be able to PREVENT EVERYONE WHO DIDN’T PLAY THE GAME FROM GETTING SPOILED, including me, since I cannot read Japanese and the game will take a while to get translated to English, so please, TAGGING YOUR POST WITH A SMALL “spoilers” WARNING WILL DO YOU NO HARM AND IT WILL HELP US ALOT!

Sorry for ranting alot, but this is important for both you and me, getting spoiled with game content is very unfortunate, please, and thank you!

Make sure to reblog this so others can know, you don’t wanna stay off the internet for almost a year just so you don’t get spoiled!

It’s been a year since and a half since I came to Korea and in that time I’ve met many amazing people. EXO’s Lay hyung is a representative of those people. He is a great dancer and singer, but other than thatLay hyung has his own charm that can not be explained through words. I also want to have my very own charm one day.

anonymous asked:

Can i request RFA reaction when they recieve news that MC is dead or in danger but than she's actually alive and well

I’m sorry this took so long, nonnie! I had to rewrite it because I didn’t like how it turned out at first, whoops. hopefully this is what you had in mind? if not, make sure to let me know! warning: there are slight mentions of death, dead bodies, hospitals, kidnapping, accidents etc. nothing graphic, though, but read at your own discretion anyway!

- Admin Cat Mom.


  • sunshine boy goes apeshit crazy right after hanging up the phone.
  • who on earth would dare to hurt such a precious being like you?
  • whoever the responsible for this car accident that took your life is… they are in big trouble.
  • his brain is not responding properly anymore.
  • and he just plain refuses to live in a world where you no longer exist.
  • he could’ve easily succumbed to his tears, and trembling hands and legs.
  • but oh, no.
  • he’s going to take matters into his own hands.
  • so he pretty much grabs his coat and leaves the apartment as fast as lightning.
  • somehow he’s at the scene in less than fifteen minutes.
  • and you’re there, the police and paramedics are there, and your car is there too.
  • your car is wrecked.
  • but you’re standing right next to it safe and sound, and your legs, arms and head are all in the right places.
  • you seem a little distressed, that’s all.
  • after staring blankly at the scene, he runs up to you and holds you tightly, rubbing your back and kissing your cheek multiple times to prove himself that you’re there and you’re alive.
  • “what in the world happened oh my god MC.”
  • “jumin is a bad influence please stop hanging out with him.”


  • he’s going to punch someone.
  • he’s also going to punch himself.
  • it’s weird enough that you haven’t come home in the past few days, and he has tried to reach you plenty of times but you’re not answering your phone.
  • now that he’s heard about the dead body that’s been discovered near a river (which description matches you almost perfectly) he starts panicking.
  • and he wants to die too.
  • instead of going to the police to make sure it’s not you, he spends an entire night looking for you.
  • because the mere thought of seeing your lifeless body would destroy every inch of his soul.
  • yes, zen has a strong body and soul, but not when it comes to the idea of you not being by his side.
  • after checking every damn corner of the city, he goes home feeling defeated.
  • he has a lot of missed calls and texts from the rest of RFA.
  • does he care at this point? not really, he doesn’t feel like answering to anyone but his dear MC.
  • when he opens the door, he’s surprised to see you sitting comfortably on the couch and going through your phone.
  • “MC? Where… where have you been?”
  • “you silly! I told you I was going out of town this weekend to visit my family. I even left you a message! because I didn’t have any signal there.”
  • oh, so that’s why even mr. trust fund kid has been calling non stop.
  • you spend the next day cuddling, and kissing, and talking—he feels so relieved that you’re not dead.
  • from now on you’re not allowed to leave this wreck of a man alone for more than a day.


  • her heart sinks to her stomach as soon as she hears the news.
  • you are her guardian angel, she said it herself.
  • you cannot leave just yet.
  • a relative/acquaintance of yours had called her that morning to let her know that you’re in hospital and things aren’t looking too great.
  • after all, you’ve been sick the past days, that’s a fact, and you weren’t taking care of yourself.
  • she scolded you a lot, but she also did her best to make you feel better.
  • still, she thought it was just a cold that would go away eventually.
  • it turns out now that your life is at risk?
  • on her way to the hospital, all she can think of is you lying on a bed connected to a hundred wires.
  • but she tries really hard not to focus on worst-case scenarios, takes a deep breath, and drinks her entire cup of coffee in one sitting.
  • staying calm and thinking straight, that’s all she gotta do.
  • she already has a contingency plan anyways, and jumin is more than ready to help with anything you need (he cares about your health as well).
  • when she arrives at the hospital, she’s surprised to see you on the entrance blowing your nose and looking like a mess.
  • a regular, definitely not on the verge of death kind of mess.
  • “jaehee, what are you doing here?”
  • she sighs in relief and gives you a hug.
  • you then explain that your relative/acquaintance tends to blow things out of proportion, that you’re just a bit sick and that’s all.
  • “for the love of god, MC, please take care of yourself.”
  • and… you have your very own personal nurse now.


  • this man turns into a mess.
  • he knew it, he knew that he should’ve taken you to the airport.
  • he only let you convince him to go alone because you told him you didn’t like goodbyes, and that everything was going to be just fine.
  • the report on the news says otherwise.
  • the plane you took a few hours ago has crashed.
  • he sits calmly on the couch and lets the information sink in, it takes a while.
  • an hour passes by, he should start making calls.
  • his rational side is telling to send help, helicopters, anything in order to save you and bring you back home safe.
  • his sense of revenge is telling him to sue the airline, find the culprit of this injustice, and make them pay.
  • but his body is not responding to his orders, he’s gone completely numb.
  • how could you, MC? how could you leave him like this? you are his source of happines and stability.
  • god… his clothes start feeling way too tight, he’s having trouble breathing.
  • and then, when he’s about to call assistant kang, his phone rings.
  • your name showed up on the  screen. “hello? jumin? I don’t know if you’ve heard about the plane crash—”
  • like a sweet lullaby, your voice soothes him instantly, so he clears his throat and manages to say only one thing: “MC, I am so glad you’re well.”
  • you had lost the flight and decided to wait for the next one as you didn’t want to bother jumin, but after hearing about the accident, you thought it was best to return home and postpone your trip.
  • he refuses to hang up the phone until he’s there because yes, he’s going to pick you up (feat. good ol’ driver kim).


  • he knew something like this would happen sooner or later.
  • just when he starts feeling like he can live a normal, happy life, someone decides to take you away from him.
  • with the amount of enemies he’s gained through his job as an agent, he should’ve know.
  • yet there he is, in shock, sweating, and feeling extremely nauseated.
  • he’s panicking so much he forgets for a moment that he’s a skilled hacker.
  • he doesn’t know what this person that took you wants because the message they left was too vague, but he’s going to find out one way or another.
  • even if it costs him his life.
  • the only problem is that he can’t seem to focus and he’s making mistakes left and right.
  • MC please be okay.
  • he keeps picturing you locked in a filthy basement, tied up, scared and alone.
  • that is until you finally showed up—you were buying groceries.
  • prepare yourself for a tacklehug.
  • wait, if you’re here and you’re well, what’s up with this weird message?
  • wrong number? a distasteful prank? 
  • he’s baffled and doesn’t understand what’s going on.
  • then decides to dig into it later and increase security, you can’t take threats like this lightly.
  • he’s a clingy mess for the rest of the day and does everything you ask him to, he even cleans the living room and eats a proper meal.


  • this sweet, selfless man just can’t catch a break.
  • it took him so long to heal his wounds and allow himself to love someone healthy and good for him.
  • a building has caught fire and collapsed, and not many people made it.
  • the same building you say you were going to.
  • he hasn’t heard anything from you yet, and you’re not answering your phone.
  • so he calls every person he knows and does everything he can to find the tiniest bit of information about the fire and the survivors.
  • his efforts are useless.
  • his chest is hurting so much? he doesn’t think he can take it?
  • all he can do is hold his head in his hands, bite his lip and quietly swallow his tears, because he knows how much you hate to see him sad.
  • and as expected, he blames himself for it.
  • it should have been him.
  • you didn’t deserve such a horrible death, let alone such a short life.
  • after all, you brought so much joy into his life.
  • when it seems like he’s lost all hope, the door opens.
  • it’s MC!
  • you swear you’ve never seen him smile so brightly, like he’s witnessing a miracle of some sort.
  • he asks you where you were and you explain that your job interview was cancelled, so you weren’t there when the building caught fire.
  • he holds you so tightly he leaves you gasping for air, but you don’t complain and instead comfort him with tender kisses.

jeemyjamz  asked:

I was wondering if you could write a fic (inspired by the Extra gum commercial) where for every momentous event that happened in their life (First meet, first kiss, etc), Jughead writes about his feelings about her and he compiles all his little notes until the end where he gives it to Betty before proposing to her Ps. if you could have it where Jughead includes his proposal note for Betty to read before he actually proposes to her, I'll probably die from the feels

Ah! Sorry this took so long, I loved the idea so much but I wasn’t sure how I wanted to execute it so I hope it does this amazing request justice!

A/N: I wasn’t sure of when they first met in canon, so I just made something up. Sorry if it’s totally wrong lol. Also, I referenced a fic I wrote about their first date so you can find that here. Hope you like it @jeemyjamz!!!

Betty stepped into Pop’s Chock’lit Shoppe expecting to find Jughead waiting for her in the same booth they had been meeting at since they were kids. Instead, she found the entire restaurant decorated the way it had been on their first date nearly ten years ago, twinkle lights and candles illuminating the entire room in a beautiful white light that made everything glow.

“Juggie?” Betty called out to the empty restaurant, scanning the room from one end to the other for any sign of him and realizing that he was nowhere to be found. In fact, it looked as though there was no one working in the kitchen or behind the counter either. She was completely alone. And it was starting to make her nervous.

“Okay, don’t freak out, you’re fine,” Betty muttered to herself, shrugging off her jacket and tossing it into a booth next to her. But instead of landing in the booth, the long black coat missed the seat completely and landed into a heap on the floor. Frustrated, Betty bent down to retrieve it when she noticed markings on the tile that hadn’t been there the previous day. “What’s this?”

Betty leaned forward to find that a line of arrows were drawn in thick black marker all along the tiled floor. Curious, Betty followed their lead until she ended up standing in front of the same booth she had thought she would find Jughead when she first entered the restaurant. But instead of her boyfriend, she found a thick, leather-bound journal waiting for her on the table. Picking it up, she noticed the sticky note stuck to the cover and smiled to herself, reading the words slowly as she took in the familiar slant of Jughead’s handwriting.

“Betty Cooper, if you weren’t such as grade-A super sleuth, I wouldn’t have trusted you to find this - but luckily for me, you’re a much better detective than I ever was so I suspect you have found the journal and are reading this note right now. I guess I should tell you that I’m giving this to you because I’ve been writing in this book since I was ten-years-old and every single entry is a memory of our time together. I’ve marked the ones of the most interest and am hoping that you will read them and not think less of me. Once you’ve reached the last page and you have followed the directions, you will find me waiting for you. Have fun traveling down memory lane. See you on the other side.”

Taking a deep breath, Betty opened to the first marked page and began to read. 

Keep reading

She was 17 and never learn to smile.

Originally posted by spn-imagines-ig

Originally posted by all-you-need-is-spn

Warnings: Angst!! Crying, cramps and mentions of a suicide.

Notes: This is my story for the last prompt of @one-shots-supernatural, “With this face I can get away with anything”. Sorry for this guys, this is really sad, and I’m still not sure of why I wrote it… But I hope you like it, even that is a little different from what I’m used to write. If you want, read this while listen “"Where did Jesus go” by the Pretty Reckless. 

Since the first time she met the Winchesters, Charlie knew they were special. And every time they met, she confirmed this thought. They were like brothers to her, and she was definitely sure she was like a sister to them.

And yeah, she was super close to Sam, but with Dean… It was a strong bond that she simply couldn’t describe. Under that bad boy who doesn’t care for anything and only lived for hunting pose, she knew that he was a sweet man. And even though it annoyed her a little, she liked that he was so overprotective towards her. Because nobody else in her life after her parents death ever was.

Charlie went to live with the boys for a while, and in this months she noticed something at least… Interesting. Every time they for some reason (mostly in cases) had to deal with a teenage girl, Dean would bond with them. Not that she was jealous, not at all. But… Why? He would become very caring and overprotective every single time. First her, then Krissy, a teenage hunter, and even Claire, Cas’ daughter. Maybe he had a dream about having a daughter? Maybe he was just so sweet? Nah… She knew that it wasn’t just that.

“Here.” Dean said extending her a white pill and she frowned. She and the boys were in Sam’s room watching the new season of Game of Thrones when Dean got up saying he was going to the bathroom. “For cramps.” He explained.

“How the hell did you know I had cramps?” She exclaimed surprised and confused. “And why the hell do you have cramp pills?”

“Charlie, you haven’t stopped moving since we started watching. Pretty obvious, isn’t it?” He said struggling, making her and Sam exchange a look.

“Not for me, Dean.” Sam said confused too and Dean sighed.

“Whatever, I’m tired, I think I will go to sleep.” Dean said giving them a small smile. “Night.” He left the room before she could even answer. She looked at Sam with a confused look and he struggled.

“What’s up with him?” Charlie asked taking the pill that Dean got her. She had no idea he understood so much about woman to identify cramps, and again, why did he have pills for it?

“No idea.” Sam said but suddenly something clicked in his head, making his heart hurt. Dean always got this mood when that day was near. “Oh… What day is it?”

“Hm, may eleven, why?” She answered more confused and she frowned when Sam sighed lowering his head.

“Nothing… Dean might be tired, nothing to worry about.” Sam said forcing a smile not wanting to talk about the reason why Dean was so grumpy.

“Yeah, right.” She said obviously not believing him and he sighed tiredly. “You won’t tell me? Fine, I will go ask Dean” Charlie said confidently, getting out of Sam’s bed.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” Sam warned knowing how rude his brother could get. “He will be mad”

“With this face I can get away with anything.” Charlie said smirking. “And he won’t be mad.” She said almost laughing but deep inside, she didn’t believe in herself. He struggled, deciding not to insist on his advice and Charlie got out of the room and walked towards Dean’s. There was light in his room, and when she slowly opened the door she saw Dean laid in his bed with his headphones on and red eyes.

“Hey… is something wrong?” He asked a little preoccupied, taking the headphones off and she gave him a small smile. She sat in the bottom of his bed and he frowned. “Charlie…”

“Hey, it’s okay, butt head.” She said and he rolled his eyes. “I just want to know if you are okay…? I mean, why the heck did you have cramp pills and…” She started mumbling laughing a little bit and not realizing how bad the hole thing actually was.

“Charlie, can we talk tomorrow? I’m actually tired.” He said interrupting her, mentally begging for her to stop talking. Wasn’t it already painful enough to remember that every day of his life?

“Does it have something to do with the fact that you always bond with teenage girls? Have you ever thought about having a daughter?” She continued ignoring him, and he closed his eyes sighing.

“Charlie…” He tried to warn her again.

“Why do you always treat teenage girls like they were your little sisters…?” With that, he exploded.

“That’s it.” He said feeling the anger consume him, he got up of his bed, grabbing her by the arm and practically throwing her out of his room. “We’ll talk tomorrow.”


Charlie never in her life expected that reaction from Dean. He was always so open with her, so honest, sometimes she felt that she was the only person to which Dean confessed his feelings. Was she hurt by the event from the previous night? Sure. Did she know she had insisted way too much? Definitely.

In the next day, neither of the boys got out of their rooms, only preoccupying her more. She was mad at Dean, but she also needed to hear her friend say he was okay. Although she knew he wasn’t. Dean and Sam were not okay and she just wanted to help.

She spent the day trying to distract herself in the computer until she finally found the courage to go knock in Sam’s room. She knew that he wouldn’t be so rude with her like Dean had been. At least she hoped so.

“Hey…” Sam said with a sigh and a low and hoarse voice when he opened the door. His eyes were red and it seemed like he hadn’t gotten up the whole day. He probably hadn’t. “C'mon in.”

She sat on the bed by his side and he didn’t say anything until she held his hand.

“I know you want some answers but it’s just so hard to talk about this.” Sam said sighing again.

“You don’t need to tell me anything, I just… Want you to be fine.” Charlie said with a small smile and Sam squeezed her hand.

“No, you’re family, you deserve to know.” He said and she didn’t argue. He took a deep breath before he started to talk again. “Today…today is my sister death’s anniversary.” He said and she frowned. Wait, what? “We were just teenagers when our father appeared with a baby girl telling us that she was our sister.” Sam explained. “Her mother died during labor and dad had to take her, but he never really gave a fuck about her, me and Dean raised her.”

“I never knew you had a sister…” Charlie said shocked with all those informations. Sam gave her a small smile, still looking at the ground.

“We don’t really talk about her… Actually, very few people got to know her. My dad never let (Y/N) hunt…”

“Her name was (Y/N)? That’s a beautiful name.” She said and Sam smiled more.

“Yeah. Dean chose it when we met her.” He said. “But, well, dad never let her hunt and we didn’t either, for different reasons of course. We didn’t let her hunt because it was dangerous, and dad… Because she was a girl.”

“What an ass!” Charlie exclaimed not being able to control herself.

“Tell me about it.” Sam said and she relaxed. “Both of us were always really close to her, but with the years… We started hunting, and she had to stay more and more alone. We… We didn’t see.” Sam said feeling a knot in his throat.

“Didn’t see… What?” Charlie asked when he stopped talking, already afraid of the answer.

“The signs… She always had a low self esteem, but she was…” He stopped to take a deep breath before continuing. “(Y/N) was depressed.” He explained and let a tear roll down his cheek. “One day… We came to the bunker and she was… With her wrists cut open and a ton of orange pill bottles around her.”

“Sam…” Charlie started, not being able to think of anything to say.

“(Y/N) committed suicide, Charlie.” Sam said quietly, letting more tears spill. “Dean blames himself. Every single day.” Sam finished starting to sob, and Charlie just wrapped her arms around him, feeling tears in her own eyes for the little Winchester.


Charlie slowly opened Dean’s door, seeing him sitting on his bed, looking at a picture in his hands. He didn’t even look at her when she came in. She sat by his side, noticing the picture showed Dean and a teenage girl laughing in the back sit of the Impala. Probably (Y/N).

“She was so ticklish.” He said with a small smile and through his tears, still looking at the photo. He probably imagined that Sam already told her the story of his little sister. “Her laugh… It was the best sound in the entire world, you know?” Charlie didn’t say anything, she just let Dean say everything, she knew he needed this. “Everything in our lives was always so dark… (Y/N) was our light. She was our joy.” He said putting his hand in his face when the cries got worse. “She always would make me smile by telling a bizarre story that happened in her school. But she would never wake up by herself, I needed to go to her room everyday and practically drag her out of bed. That is, when she didn’t sleep with me because of a nightmare.” He said with a sigh. “I was always trying to protect her from everything, but forgot to protect her from the only thing that really hurt her…. Herself.” Dean said licking his lips, looking at your face in the photograph. “If I hadn’t focused so much on out hunts, I could have spent more time with her, and maybe… I would have noticed what was going on, and I could have… Stopped her.” Dean said letting more tears roll.

“Dean…” Charlie finally opened her mouth felling her heart small. “No one can be blamed for a suicide… She knew you loved her, she just… Couldn’t deal with her own mind. It wasn’t your fault.” Charlie said and Dean closed his eyes like he was in pain, letting out a loud sob.

“It was my fault, Charlie! (Y/N) needed me! And I wasn’t there. She was only 17 for god sake.” He said rubbing his thumb in the picture. “I love her, always will. I just wish I had told her that more often…” He said sadly and Charlie took the picture off his hand, hugging him strongly. After a few seconds he hugged her back and cried everything he needed to cry.

“Even though you didn’t tell her, I’m sure she knew.” She said after minutes of silence, just hugging him. “It wasn’t your fault Dean, it wasn’t Sam’s either.”

He gave her a weak smile, kissing Charlie’s forehead.

“This is why I always bond with teenage girls.” Dean explained holding Charlie’s hand but looking at the ground. “Not that I’m trying to substitute her, but I try to do everything that I can do to make them safe…” He explained and she nodded, already have thought about that. “And that’s why there are still some cramp pills in here. Sam never really took care of this kind of subject with her. And she was so stubborn, so I had to guess every time she was suffering from her period.” He explained and she nodded again. “Thank you.” He said with a small smile to her, and she smiled too. “I’m sorry that I yelled at you yesterday… You are so special to me, but I was dealing with so much and…”

“I understand.” She said struggling. “Don’t worry about it.”

“I love you, Charlie Bradbury.” He said and she smiled more.

“I know.”

After a while Sam appeared and they all laid in the bed, talking all night long about the happy memories of (Y/N), and Charlie couldn’t restrain herself from thinking that it would have been nice if she’d had the chance to met her. But she had met the Winchesters, the most amazing humans that could’ve ever existed. And she was more than okay with that.

Giggle Shots

Newt Scamander x Reader

Author: Lil Lambie

Words: 1156

Warnings: Mild language, kissing, implied smut, possible incorrect HP info??

Request: @vivere-citta 11, 30 and 32 with Newt. I’m sorry, I just love him. THANK YOU SO MUCH!! Please tag me whenever you get it posted (no rush, take as long as you need)

11: “just tAKE THE JACKET!”

30: “C-can you hold my hand?”


A/N: I loved writing this one and I’m not sure whether this was out of character or not. I just thought the Giggle Shots would give me more room to make Newt more outgoing and weird. I really liked this one and I hope you do too. I’m sorry if anything is incorrect in the context of Harry Potter and Fantastic Beasts, I’ve only recently started reading HP and have only seen Fantastic Beasts once. Enjoy!

You walked out of the bar in silence. Newt bid Tina farewell and he kissed her cheek. She smiled and waved goodbye. Newt ran back to your side. He had just thrown down three shots of giggle juice.

Newt was more clumsy in his step, one foot swinging in front of another. He hiccuped and giggled.

“What?” you laughed, crossing your arms over your chest.

Newt smiled wildly at you. “You look beautiful tonight.”

You blushed and kept walking. Newt ran to catch up with you. You hadn’t had giggle juice because you knew what it did it to you. You lost all control and were impractical. So you only stared at Newt with what you managed, an unamused face.

Newt swung his arms behind you and put his head on your shoulder. He kissed your warm cheeks and watched with wonder as his breath frosted in the air. “You are amazing (Y/N). You are so pretty. Like starlight. You are so funny. You always make me laugh.”

“Okay, okay.” you laughed pushing him off.

Newt was supposed to be walking you back to your apartment, but it seemed that you would have to take him back to his apartment. Or rather his suitcase. Which he left at your apartment. You made him promise not to bring it. He had frowned at you and insisted on bringing his bowtruckle which was still quite clingy.

He petted the bowtruckles head with his thumb and smiled at it in his pocket.

You breathed out, a stream of frosted air blowing in front of your face. You rubbed your arms and blew warm air into your hands, trying to regain feeling. “Remind me again why we can’t Apparate?” you asked him.

He smiled and spun around, throwing his arms out at his sides. He opened his mouth and caught a snowflake on his tongue. He smiled. Satisfied. “Because I love it out here. It’s so beautiful. Also, I’m out of floo powder.” he laughed.

“I might freeze to death by the time we get there.”

“(Y/N),” Newt said, stopping. He pulled his dark peacock coat, careful of the bowtruckle. He began to lay it over your shoulders.

You pushed him off and walked farther ahead. “No, I don’t want your jacket.”

Newt sighed then laughed terribly loud. A laugh like Grindelwald’s. “I know what you’re doing, (Y/N)! You are playing hard to get!” he shouted, overcome with giggles.

“No, I’m not.” you lied.

He laughed louder and took a bounding step forward. “I know I’m delusional right now, but I’m telling the truth! Don’t think I’m stupid!”

“I never said you were.”

“You called me an adorable idiot.”

“Idiot none of the less.” you laughed.

Newt laughed uncontrollably. You had thought the giggle juice shots had worn off now, that or it was just Newt now. “Why don’t you loosen up, (Y/N)? Have some giggle juice and just let loose-ha-that rhymed.” you shook your head and looked at the ground. This was the longest walk home ever. “Hey! Hey!” you slugged your shoulder, “You remember that time you drank so many giggle shots that you jumped on the bar and started doing the Erumpent mating dance! It was adorable!”

“You taught me that dance!” you said defensively. “That was a mistake and I don’t drink giggle shots anymore.”

“Then why’d ya come to the bar with Tina and I?”

You sighed and turned around, stopping in front of him. “Because, Newt I wanted to be with you. I honestly wanted to make sure nothing went down between you and Tina. I don’t want the chance of getting my heart broken. You are probably too drunk to remember this, but yeah, Newt, I like you. I like you a lot. Erumpent mating dance a lot.” you laughed.

Newt smiled and reached for your hand as you began walking again. “C-can you hold my hand?”

You shook your head and looked down at your hands. Newt’s was approaching yours. You stared at it tentatively.

“HOLD MY HAND GODDAMMIT!” Newt yelled in your ear, snatching your hand into his. You were taken by surprise. The two of you burst out laughing as you interlaced Newt’s warm soft hands into yours.

He half smiled. “I’m sorry, (Y/N). I just really wanted to hold your hand.” he laughed and smiled innocently.

“I could tell.” you smiled.

Your hands swung between each other.

“Are you still drunk on giggle shots?” you asked Newt.

He smirked and you knew, as his head slanted to the side like usual, a curl falling over of his eyes. You reached up to fix. Your hands touched. The two of you smiled.

Newt dropped his hand back to his side.

You stepped a little closer to Newt and rubbed your free hand on your leg, then blew onto it. “(Y/N),” Newt said softly.

He repeated the motion earlier. Breaking away from you and pulling his jacket back off and offering it to you.

You gave him the same answer and matched the tilt of his head and smiled, saying “No.”

“just tAKE THE JACKET!” Newt screamed, throwing the jacket over your shoulders and wrapping it around tight securing his arms around you.

You looked back to see Newt’s freckled and smiling face resting on your shoulder. “I didn’t want you to be cold.” he smiled. “I’m sorry.”

“You are ridiculous.” you laughed, trying to hold up the jacket by yourself.

Newt wouldn’t let you. He playfully squeezed and held on. “I want to be warm too.” he smiled.

After a long cold walk, the remaining ten minutes, Newt’s arms wrapped around your stomach, you walked into your apartment and ran for the nearest blanket. You kicked the door closed. “It’s so cold outside!” you shouted.

You threw the blanket over yourself and wrapped it around your head, falling onto the sofa. Newt pulled one corner of the blanket from you and sat next to you. His head wrapped around with a blanket, his fingers pinching it around his face. “Can I join you?”

“I guess.” you laughed.

“No more hard to get.” he said.


“I’m not letting you get away.” Newt pushed you down and grabbed your face gently and kissed you. He pulled the blanket from you and threw over the two of you. When he pulled away you stared at each other almost complete darkness, the air growing warm between you. His hands and lips were warm compared to yours. You put your cold hand to his cheek, feeling him shiver for a moment only for him to kiss you.

The snow storm continued outside as you kissed Newt under the blanket.

Then the sheets.

anonymous asked:

Hi! Sorry to bother you! Just wondering though, I get why authors can't read fanfics about their work while the series is on going for legal reasons, but what about when the series is finished? Do the same legal reasons still apply or is it just a personal preference??

I really don’t know. Again, I’m pro fan fic and I’m sure there are authors out there who read fic of their work, but for me it would be incredibly uncomfortable to read my characters written in someone else’s voice. 

(Sorry in advance for potato quality, it’s very hard to get a clear frame when it’s zipping by in under half a second)

OK so we all saw the newspaper shots that zipped by at the start of Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them:

But someone clearly spent a lot of time coming up with the smaller headlines that barely anyone is ever going to see, and I would really like to read more about these:

This one is extremely hard to read but I’m pretty sure it says “Woman accused of marriage to dead no-maj” WHAT

“Accessorize your owl this winter”

Geez, poor little guy!

Is this a magical fuzzy navel?  Don’t know that I’d drink that.

Hermione would be appalled.

Can I get some of that?

Laughed, not sorry


Robert Goddard’s rocket made the wizarding news!  “Aurors suspect dark wizard involvement”

But most importantly there are articles that read like they’re straight out of a shitty online “news” site:

Like there are mommy-blogger-type witch mums who are sitting around discussing the latest bullshit “natural remedies” in the magical world too

In 1926


I’m sorry but could we treasure this moment? Hinata being terrified about serving because he knows he sucks and it’s an important point and Kags…damn Kags gives him back his confidence, reassuring him with a little gesture that Hinata immediately understands. Look at Hinata’s face, from “I’m going to fuck up” to “It’s going in for sure.” I don’t know why, but in Kageyama’s gesture I read “Until I’m here, you’re invincible” and it seems that Hinata reads it too. And he trusts Kageyama about it, he always does.

Can I Kiss You - Newt Scamander?

Do you do newt Scamander fanfic/imagines? If so could I please have one where Newt likes the reader but is really shy so he asks for help from queenie? Could you make it super super fluffy?? Thank you and I love your blog!!💕💕

Yes, I do Newt Scamander fanfics! I’m actually going to love writing all the Newt requests I’ve gotten lately. Enjoy love! Sorry It’s short, I’m getting back into everything. Feel free to request more! One-shots, Headcannons, anything really! Have a nice day/night.


“I don’t know Queenie…” I trailed off nervously, “Are you sure about this?”

“Did you forget I can read minds…” She groans loudly, folding her arms, “I know what you both think about each other!”

“I just don’t know what to do.” I respond once again, huffing slightly while slumping down into my seat, “He’s just so…perfect.”

“Y/N, just tell him everything exactly how you told me.” She smiled, “See, it’s easy!”

“I guess…”


Nervously I paced around the room I had been occupying, noticing the quick beat of my heart picking up as I heard footsteps drawing closer and closer. When the door carefully opened my pacing came to a halt and I sheepishly smiled at the taller boy who I had fallen deeply in love with; Newt Scamander.

He smiled weakly at me, seemingly concerned with my well-being due to the vast amount of time I had spent locked away today. There was nothing going on, other than the haunting thought being that I’ve fallen in love with the boy standing in front of me and I have to face my emotions no matter what. Queenie would do something about it if I don’t anytime soon, which would only make it more awkward between us.

I sighed before he spoke, “Queenie mentioned you wanted to t-talk to me…”

“Er, yeah. I’ve got something to tell you…” I trailed off shakily, breathinratheree erraticallyly at his shy smile, “I…uh, well the thing is…you see.”

Frustrated and unable to find the correct words he speaks for me, “Can I kiss you?”

Without responding I lean forward, connecting my lips with his soft ones. His hands found my cheeks and he gently cupped my smooth skin before pulling away, it was definitely chaste but surely with loads of emotion.

Everything seemed to melt away around me, the only thing that mattered at this very moment was him and I. I smiled enthusiastically, resting my forehead against his chest while taking deep breaths.

“You should’ve told me you felt the same way, Scamander.” I sigh as he gently caressed my back, running his hand through my hair occasionally, “Thank you.”

“I just did, Y/N.” He warmly responded while squeezing my body tightly, not wanting to let go of my warmth.


Thank you so much for reading! I hope you guys all enjoyed and it truly feels great to be back. Everything is resolved now and I’m very grateful for each and every one of you who’s stayed around through times like this.

Have a lovely evening/ morning.

- B xx

kaliko-black  asked:

Hi! I know quite a few people follow you, so I'm asking them-and you-if they know of any good WinterIron fics where the Winter Soldier (and Bucky, obviously)is super protective of Tony? Like two separate/same people in Tony's corner? I'm seriously craving BAMFWinterSoldier having a major soft spot for Tony. Thank you in advance for any suggestions! (I LOVE HOW IN LOVE WITH TONY YOU ARE!!!!! HE'S SUCH AND ANGEL!!!)

I’m pretty sure I read a story like that on the @imaginetonyandbucky blog not that long ago. Yeah, here it is! But I can also really recommend that blog in general!

And then there’s 5 Times Supervillains Unwillingly Shipped WinterIron and 1 Time They Said it Outright and Buttercup’s Bad Day which are the only two I could find similar to what your looking for by looking through tons of pages of my AO3 history. I know I’ve read more but I couldn’t find them, sorry!

If there’s anyone else who knows of any fics like that, please tell both of us i’m really interested too

Together (Pietro Maximoff x Reader)

Request: Hello! Can you do a Pietro x Reader fic where they are dating and while on a date they get abducted by HYDRA and are tortured in front of each other but they are saved? Thank you!

Requested By: Anonymous

Word Count: 2,133

Warnings: Angst, Violence, Needles

A/N: Here you go! Sorry if the ending sucked, wasn’t too sure on how to end it, so I hope that was good enough. Once again I have tried to put in the “keep reading” thing but it just won’t work for me. I don’t know why. It hates me. So, sorry to everyone since this is one really long post. FYI, “printesa” means “princess.” Also, the italicized part in the middle is a flashback. Well, enjoy!

Originally posted by marvelprincesspants

Waking up, you shield your eyes from the blinding lights. Hearing an alarm go off, you swing your legs over your bed, noticing that you have a tracking device clamped onto your ankle. Pushing your tangled hair out of your face, you move towards the barred door. Grasping it, you notice that you can begin to see your knuckles through your skin. Peering through the bars, you hear shouting from multiple people, but you mainly hear a Sokovian accent cursing someone out lividly. 

Your eyes widen as you see your Sokovian boyfriend, Pietro, being dragged out into the hallway, kicking and screaming at the guards restraining him. Tears welling up in your eyes, you wince when you see them kick Pietro, knocking him down. Stumbling back up, Pietro looks up and sees your face staring frightened back at his. Rushing over to your door, Pietro’s hands finds yours as the guards begin to pull him away.

“I’m going to be okay, I’m going to be okay,” Pietro keeps repeating over and over again to you. Tears now spilling onto your cheeks, you nod, not believing him one bit. As the guards begin to tug on him harder, your hands grasp onto Pietro’s hand, trying to keep him near. “I’ll be back for you, (Y/N), we’ll get out of this, we’ll-”

And with that, you scream as you see your boyfriend fall into a crumpled heap on the ground. Now sobbing, you watch as the guard puts away the taser that he had just used on your Pietro back into his pocket. Screaming for Pietro, you watch as the guards drag him into the horrid room at the end of the hall.

Fulling throwing your weight onto the door, you try to break it down. Sobbing, you pull back once more, preparing to throw your weight at the door again. Pietro, I need to get to Pietro, is all you think as you throw your battered shoulder at the door. Just as you were about to run at the door once more, a woman dressed in white enters, holding a syringe. Eyes wide, you start to back away into the corner.

“PIETRO!” You scream, trying to push away the woman. Seeing two guards enter, you start to scream for Pietro more. Grabbing one arm each, they begin to pin you down onto the cold mattress. Screaming hysterically, you try to shrink away from the woman with the needle. Wincing as it enters your skin, you begin to feel yourself calm down as the contents start to spread through your system.

Laying back down on the mattress, you feel yourself start to slip off into unconsciousness. Feeling yourself being strapped down, you dip into the welcoming blackness as your mind holds onto one word: Pietro.

It was a regular day, really, when you woke up that Tuesday. You walked out of your room into the familiar kitchen, greeting all of your friends as you began to pour yourself a cup of coffee. Following routine, you began to make Pietro’s coffee along with yours, waiting for your boyfriend to make an appearance. As per usual, he walked in groggy and half-asleep.

“Morning, Printesa,” He mumbled, silently walking towards you. Placing a kiss on his stubbly cheek, you handed him his cup of coffee.

“Morning, Speedy,” You laugh as you feel his arms wrap around your waist. You feel his face snuggle into your neck, making you laugh even more. Sleepy Pietro was always your favorite, seeing as he became extremely needy when he was tired. Mornings were not an exception.

“You guys are gross,” Tony fake gags, earning laughs from the Avengers. Rolling your eyes at him, you took your usual seat at the table, as does Pietro. 

Leaning over during breakfast, Pietro began to whisper in your ear. “How about we go for a little walk today?”

Turning to look at him, you smiled and nodded.

Walking through the nearby park, you and Pietro swung your connected hands in bliss. It was a beautiful day for a walk, seeing as the sun was out. Continuing to stroll down the path, you finally realized how quiet it was.

“Hey, Pietro, where are the children?” You asked suspiciously, stopping in your tracks when you saw the abandoned playground set. Eyebrows furrowed, Pietro began to look around.

“I don’t know… Usually they are out,” He remarks, finding it odd for the usual kids to not be here. Feeling a bit on edge, both of your eyes began to scan the surrounding area looking for danger. Feeling his hand grip yours tighter, you turn to look at him. “I don’t like this, we need to-”

Your boyfriend was cut off as two jets materialized above you, finally revealing themselves. Seeing the all-too familiar red logo on one of the wings, you grip onto Pietro’s hand.

“Pietro, run,” You whisper out in panic. In a blink of an eye, Pietro has slung you onto his back, leaving you to grip onto his waist tightly. Dashing off in a blur, Pietro tries to avoid the appearing HYDRA agents that began to drop from the jets. Just as the two of you were about to reach the exit, Pietro skids to a halt as a large forcefield is placed in his path. Whipping around, he began to assess his surroundings, looking for a way out. As the HYDRA soldiers begin to close in on the two of you, you feel a dread spread through your body.

“You’re cornered, surrender now,” A voice from the nearest jet calls out over the P.A. system. Feeling Pietro grip onto your legs tighter, he looks back at you, panicked.

“(Y/N), we’re trapped, I can’t get us out of here, I’m so sorry,” He whispers to you with tears in his eyes. Nodding solemnly, you climb down from his back, moving to his side as you grip his hand tightly.

“Together?” You ask, glancing at him from the corner of your eye. The agents are less than six feet away from you now, holding handcuffs in one hand and a bag in the other. 

“Together,” He says determinedly, giving your hand one final squeeze as the agents separate you. Feeling the cold cuffs being placed on your wrists behind your back, you look at Pietro one last time just as the bag is placed over your head.

Waking up from your induced sleep, you hear loud noises coming from the end of the hallway. Curious, you try to move but find yourself strapped to your bed. As the loud noises become louder and clearer, you can start to hear shouting once more. 

“Clint, head off down the corridor to your right. Natasha, the left. Tony, you and me will head straight.” You hear Steve demand. Steve! Relief spreading through your body, you try to wrestle your way out of your straps trying to get to him. Finding that you can’t escape, you hear Steve and Tony approaching you cell. Hearing the cell door two down from you slam shut, you begin to scream for them, finding that you have been gagged as well. 

Blasters firing, you watch as the lock on your door become a smoking hole. Pushing the door open, you almost cry from relief at seeing the familiar red and gold suit before you. Faceplate retracting back, you see Tony’s relieved face looking back into yours.

“Guys, I’ve found (Y/N)!” Tony shouted, stepping out of his suit. “Century mode,” Tony demands, walking towards you. Unbuckling your restraints as fast as he can, Tony finally frees you as he pulls the gag from your mouth. Crying from relief, you fling your arms around Tony’s shoulders, clutching him tightly.

“S’okay, you’re okay,” Tony soothingly says, clutching you tighter too. Not letting go of him, you feel the sobs rack through your body. Finally looking up, you see Steve, Clint, and Natasha standing in your doorway, looking down at you, shocked. Releasing Tony, you fling yourself at the three of them, clutching them tightly to you as you continue to sob.

“Shh, we’ve got you,” Clint calmly says, petting down your tangled hair. Realization hitting you, you pull back from your rescuers, eyes wide.

“Pietro! We have to find Pietro!” You shout, rushing out of your cell. Pulling back on your arm, Steve holds you back in your cell. Confused, you look at him.

“Let’s get that tracking device off your ankle first, okay?” Steve asks. Nodding your head, you let Tony get it off your ankle as Nat begins to question you about Pietro.

“Where is he?”

“Last time I saw him they were dragging him towards the room at the end of the hall. I’m not sure if he’s still there or not, seeing as they made me unconscious,” You reply, looking at them all. Glancing at Steve, he nods at Clint and Tony, silently sending them to find Pietro. 

Looking back up at Nat and Steve, you furrow your eyebrows. “Let me go, I need to see him,” You say as you start to stand up. Pushing you back down onto the bed, they give you a sympathetic look. 

“I need to get you back to the quinjet, all right? Make sure you’re okay,” Nat calmly says. Seeing the unjustness of this, you start to retort, but are cut off as Steve gives you a look.

“We’ll find him for you, (Y/N), but right now we need you back on the quinjet, okay?”

“Okay,” You begrudgingly say, letting yourself be led out of the horrid facility by Natasha.

Sitting on the bench of the quinjet, you feel Nat drape a blanket around your shoulders. 

“Thanks,” You mumble, pulling it close to your body.

“Not a problem,” She replies, leaning back against the wall of the quinjet. Looking you over, she notices just how shaken up you look. Moving closer to you, she gently pats your back in reassurance. Flinching, you feel your shoulder flare up in pain. Taken aback, Nat looks at you suspiciously.

Gritting your teeth through the pain, you feel it turn into a dull pain. Breathing out, you look at her. 

“Sorry, I injured my shoulder trying to break down the door,” You mumble out, looking at the floor.

“Did you aim near the lock, like I told you?” She asks, quirking up an eyebrow. Seeing you nod, Natasha feels pride flow through her body. Smiling back at you, she nods her head. “Good, I’m proud of you. And we’ll get Pietro back, don’t worry.”

Nodding along to her words, you were about to respond when the hangar door opened. Jumping to your feet, your eyes scan the group of boys, looking for Pietro. Seeing him propped up between Clint and Steve, you let out a cry of relief, seeing him awake. Running up to him, you help Clint and Steve lay him on the bench next to you. 

Groaning at the pain of being laid on a hard surface, Pietro looks up at your face. “Told you I would get us out of here.”

Crying from happiness, you drop on your knees next to him and begin to brush through his tangled hair with your fingers. Not even understanding what he meant, you crashed your lips onto his. Moving your other hand up to hold his face, you ignore the pain in your shoulder as you continue to kiss him. Pulling back, you smile for the first time in a week.

“What do you mean?” You happily ask, remembering his statement. Wiping away the tears, you continue to run your fingers through his hair as the others start assessing his injuries. 

Smiling, Pietro lets out a small chuckle. “When they dragged me into the room, I saw a computer there. Before they could strap me down, I ran over and sent out a message to everyone, saying that we were kidnapped. They didn’t see me do this, because they just thought I was trying to run away. Then, a day later, they showed up,” Pietro finished with a glance towards his teammates. 

Too tired to even respond, you gently place your lips onto his once more. Smiling at the contact, you hear a groan coming from the corner of the jet.

“Blagh, you guys are still gross,” Tony mutters out, causing the two of you to laugh as you pull away. 

“Tony!” You hear the other three yell, causing your rescuers to begin to bicker. Looking back at Pietro, you see him watching the others, amused. 

“I love you,” You whisper out, causing his eyes to flicker towards yours. 

“And I love you,” He replies, gently brushing his lips over yours. And with that, the six of you head home, desperate to forget what had happened over the last dreadful week. 

Tom Hiddleston has spilled over into the Infernal Devices

I’m so sorry, chaps.

I’ve read the first book and am now on the second, but I’ve watched so much of Mr. Hiddleston’s work this year.  Now all I can see in my mind’s eye when I read the characters are variations of Tom.  For example:


Mortmain (naturally)


Gabriel Lightwood

Magnus Bane

Are you ready for Will?

You sure?


Here’s a picture of Will, and a GIF.

All the small things by kitundercover

Length: 20k

Louis stares. “You’re five inches tall.” He says finally.

“I am about that.” The tiny man agrees.

“You’ve been making strange noises and scaring the shit out of me.”

“I’m sorry.” The tiny man winces.

“You’ve been breaking my things.”

“Not on purpose.”

That voice is disconcertingly deep, and Louis keeps wanting to look up and find the fully grown person that it must surely be coming from. He takes a deep breath and moves onto the next impossible point.

“You’ve been riding my rabbit.” He says.

AU. Harry is five inches tall and can’t remember how he got that way, but maybe with Louis’ help they can work it out.

Ao3, Oneshot, Must Read