the melody room

Anonymous said: Could you maybe write something with the smiths and pines families for #26(thanksgiving)

I wasn’t really sure what to write so I opted for illustrating this prompt instead. Happy Thanksgiving to my fellow Canadians!

I think I love you - Jughead Jones

Pairing : Jughead Jones x Reader

Word count : 1,484

Warnings : none

Requests are closed!

Originally posted by juptern

Your phone rang in the pocket of your jacket making you jump by surprise. You answered the call before showing your index to your friend Archie, meaning that it would only take a minute.

“Hi, this is (y/n) speaking.”

“Hey (y/n), how are you?” You instantly recognised the groggy voice behind the line.

“Jughead! I’m good! What about you?” From the corner of your eye, you would’ve swore you saw Archie rolling his eyes.

“Marvellous. So, what are you up to this evening? I thought we maybe could’ve hung out tonight. You know, me, you, at Pop’s?” You chuckled lightly.

“Sorry Juggie, I was planning on spending the night with Archie… You can tag along if you want? I’m sure he wouldn’t mind.” A small sigh made its way into your ear. You had to admit that you spent a lot of your recent time with your new red-haired friend. Jughead still occupied the position of best friend. He didn’t have to worry about it.

“I promise we’ll do something together tomorrow, alright?” It was silence for a while before you heard back,

“Yeah sure.” You pursed your lips, mentally cursing yourself. It wasn’t the first time that you had turned down your best of friend for Archie. Lately it had been happening more than before. It made you feel like the worst pal.

“See you.” With that, Jughead hung up. You understood how he felt. It wasn’t right that you weren’t spending as much time with him.

“Jughead, wasn’t it?” You looked up and saw Archie sprawled across the black beanbag in your bedroom. His hands were attached on the new acoustic guitar his dad had got him for his birthday. You nodded and played with the sleeves of you sweater. Your friend continued strumming the strings of his instrument.

“Hey- I wrote this song last week, and I wanted to know what you thought about it. I’ve been trying to talk to Josie about her playing some of my compositions, but she’s not that into it. You’re her friend, right? Maybe you could listen to it and try to talk to her?” He asked questioningly.

“Of course, go ahead.” His fingers moved to the tuners and accorded them as his other hand rested on the waist of the guitar. A few seconds later, a pleasant melody filled the room. Archie then started singing the lyrics he had written. The song wasn’t bad at all. In fact, it was quite catchy. The redhead friend of yours had talent. Before Archie could go on, you blurted out something you soon would regret.

“I’ll probably spend the day with him tomorrow.” The small tune that Archie had started suddenly came to an end. Archie hadn’t spoken to Jughead since this summer. The tree of you and Betty we’re supposed to go on a road trip the fourth of July but Archie left you hanging at the last minute. Since then, the boys stopped talking completely. When you mentioned one of  them to the other, you saw the irritation and annoyance in their expression.

“I thought you were coming to my game tomorrow. I’m playing in the varsity football team this year, remember?” You bet your lip and fiddled your hair with your fingers.

“I’m sorry Arch. I haven’t seen Jughead in a while now and I don’t want him to feel like I stopped being his friend. I’m making a vow that I’ll show up to your next game, how about that?”

“Why does it always have to be about him? Everything constantly has to be about Jughead.” Your were caught off guard by the sudden raise in his voice.

“That’s not it… I’m just trying to do what’s best here.”

“By ditching me at the last minute, that’s how your making things better? I didn’t think of you as an inconsiderate and selfish person.” He replied bitterly. In all the time of you guy’s friendship, you had never seen this side of Archie. Usually, he would be sweet and just shrug off any problem that faced his way. But the words he had just told you, they hurt your heart. Your eyes were starting to fill up with tears and your bottom lip started quivering.

“I’ve spent all my time with you for the last month. You. Not Jughead. Why are you treating me like this?”

“You know what? I don’t want to spend any more of my time with you right now.” With that, Archie got up and left you alone in your room. Without even noticing, a trail of tears had made its way down your cheeks. A sob escaped your mouth and your hands covered your face as you poured your heart out. You laid in your bed and continued crying.

It was all your fault. Archie now hated you and would probably never talk to you again. Why did you had to be so stupid? If only you had kept your mouth shut. Maybe he still would have been on that beanbag, singing.

Maybe half an hour later, you heard the wooden creek of your door meaning that someone was coming in. You didn’t even move, your pillow pressed against your face. The mattress shifted to the side from the sudden weight that it now had on it. You felt a piece of your hair being put behind your ear. You smiled at the sweet gesture and assumed it was your mother. You slowly got up and saw Jughead sitting beside you. Automatically, you vaulted in his arms tearing up once again.

“Sssh. It’s going to be okay.” He rubbed your back comfortingly. Your forehead was against his chest, his two upper limbs protectively holding you. Your eyes were probably red from all the crying but you couldn’t care less. You continued sobbing in his chest until you eventually felt calmer.

“Why- Why are you here?” You asked with a small voice. Jughead gently whipped your cheek with his thumb.

“Your mom saw Archie leave in a rush and realized that you two probably had a fight. She heard you crying and thought that you would be more willing to speak about it with me than her.” You grinned at the boy.

“I ruined your shirt.” You noticed, and felt guilty.

“Nothing to worry about (y/n/n). I never liked that jersey anyway.” You giggle with your best friend. You sniffed and observed Jughead who his face was only about a foot away from you. You had to admit that he was good looking. His prefect blue eyes were mesmerising and his pink lips appeared so kissable. Forever you considered the boy as nothing more than a platonic relationship to you. Never had you ever felt anything for him. But in that moment, something clicked. Jughead wasn’t only a friend to you, not even a best friend.  A stronger feeling overwhelmed your body. You felt love. You loved Jughead Jones. 

He was the one who your mother called when you were sad. He was the one who came rushing to your house as soon as your mother hung up. He was the one who was holding you and comforting you, whispering sweet nothing to you as you were crying. He was the one who was there for you.

“Jughead.” He raised his eyebrows at you.

“(y/n)?” You asked yourself in your mind if it was the right time to confess your feelings towards him. Your breathing started quickening as the anxiety rose in your core.

“I think I-” He watched you with intending eyes, indicating to continue your phrase.

“I think I love you.” Jughead eyeballed you, astonished at your revelation. He quietly answered, almost inaudible for you to hear.

“I think I love you too.” He leaned towards you and slowly pressed his lips to yours. Fireworks were going off in your stomach. The heaviness on your shoulders disappeared. In this moment, nothing else mattered in the world. Both of your lips moved in sync as you played with his raven locks. His arms pulled you closer to him, leaving no space between you two. Jughead backed away and kissed every each of your face, including your cheeks, temple and chin.

“You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” He whispered in your ear. You gave him a last long peck on the lips before saying,

“Do you want to lay down and cuddle with me?” He moved his head up and down calmly and took a blanket that was already on the bed to cover you. Cuddling was not something new for the both of you. You had always cuddled together, and whenever. His hand ran through your hair bringing a comforting and fuzzy feeling. His body pressed behind your back and his hot breath was tingling your neck. Before you even knew it, you and Jughead had fallen in a deep slumber, both dreaming about each other.

*gif is not mine!!

anonymous asked:

Hi! Please could I request headcanons of the RFA+V+Saeran first date with MC?

Oh, boy! First dates! I hope I do this justice for you, anon~! (: Sorry it takes me so long to finish these requests. I am a college student who is trying to prepare for the sweet release of death finals. Anywho, I tried to make these worth the wait but I still feel like a potate.

Ø  ~~~YOOSUNG~~~

  • After he finished up the semester, he vowed to take you on a dream date.
  • He suggested just about everything, and you had to calm him down.
  • “We can see a movie, and go to dinner, and go bowling, and I’ll see if Jumin can lend us a limousine! Do you think he would? Oh! We can—“
  • “Yoosung… Sweetie, just breathe for a minute. Do either of us have the money for this?”
  • He was silent for a moment.
  • “Er… Then how about a picnic?”
  • There we go, Yoosung. Thinking inside the wallet.
  • The two of you met at the park. He found a lush, green field for you two and laid down a large blanket.
  • He sat down a huge basket, and you were wondering what on earth he could have brought that would need that much space.
  • As if reading your thoughts, he began babbling at high-speed.
  • “I made sandwiches, gimbap—meat and without meat, I didn’t think to ask if you were vegan, sorry—mandoo, gaeran mari, some musubi.. Hmmm, oh, and rice cakes!! I also made—“
  • He continued on for a moment, listing off the menu as he pulled it straight from the basket.
  • You place a finger to his lips to silence him, and you could have sworn he almost jumped out of his skin.
  • “Yoosung!” you blurt. “Let’s just eat!”
  • His cheeks were an adorable shade of red, and his shoulders trembled.
  • He reminded you of a nervous little Chihuahua, and it honestly made you giggle a bit.
  • The two of you sat down to eat, and you noticed he looked really drained.
  • “Did you get enough sleep? Did you play LOLOL all night again?”
  • He gave a sheepish smile and gestured to the food laid out all around on the blanket.
  • “Not this time… I was up all night making this for us. I wanted it to be perfect, so I had to restart a few times… It isn’t too bland is it? Did I make it pretty enough?”
  • “Yoosung,” you breathe, quite shocked at the amount of effort he put into some picnic snacks. You shake your head in disbelief. How could any guy be so incredibly sweet?
  • “It is perfect. This entire day is perfect. Thank you so much.”
  • Yoosung looks entirely flattered, trying his best not to smile from ear to ear, looking down at his gimbap and toying with a lace on his shoes.
  • This man is completely flawless in your eyes, and you are so proud of him. You decide you want to hang onto him for as long as humanly possible.

Ø  ~~~ZEN~~~

  • He asked you out through a phone call.
  • You had to mute the phone to keep from squealing right in his ear.
  • The two of you end up parking in front of a large building. He didn’t tell you what the place was.
  • Zen is a complete gentleman, opening doors for you and holding your hand every chance he gets, commenting on how beautiful you look.
  • Which he better have, because you spent ages primping for this guy.
  • He leads you inside, and immediately you know what the place is.
  • There are cymbals stacked up in the corner of the main hall, piano benches and music stands propped against the walls.
  • He smiles at you knowingly, then leads you into a small room with just a piano and a couple of chairs.
  • “Pull a chair up and sit beside me… I want to play something for you.”
  • You follow his instructions and sit in the chair beside his, just a bit behind him since he was sitting in front of the piano—you didn’t want to get in the way.
  • His lips quirk up once more, a dazzling smile that shows the pearly whites of his teeth.
  • Your heart thumps against your chest as his bright crimson eyes gaze softly into yours.
  • “Don’t think I’m a creep just yet, but… I couldn’t get you out of my mind. So…”
  • He turns around and taps out a few notes and chords, making sure of the key for what he was about to play.
  • “Ahem, I… I wrote this for you.”
  • Your eyes widened. He wrote you a song?! And he actually sounds nervous about it?!
  • Without further explanation, he began playing before he could chicken out completely.
  • It’s magnificent… The sweet melody fills the room, a major key that could lift even the most broken of spirits.
  • Zen was slightly slouched, fingers gliding over the keys as if it was second nature, swaying along gently to the music.
  • You press a hand over your mouth, smiling like a giddy little girl as you watch him play with such deep emotion. It was like seeing a whole new Zen.
  • He looks entirely vulnerable before you, all of his emotions spilling out with every chord he creates.
  • Suddenly, a smooth, deep voice resounds throughout the room. He’s singing.
  • He adorns his suave baritone voice with vibrato, singing each note with utter grace and perfection…  
  • God, he sounds just like an angel…
  • You didn’t notice the tears falling from your eyes until the song was complete.
  • He turns around and looks at you, tears brimming in his own eyes.
  • He smiles again, knowing exactly what you’re feeling.
  • He’s feeling it too.
  • You leap forward and wrap your arms around his neck.
  • He laughs and embraces you as well.
  • “I love you, Zen…”
  • “Mm, not as much as I love you…”

Ø  ~~~JAEHEE~~~

  • Coffee shop?
  • WRONG.
  • The two of you are going to the sPA BECAUSE YOU BOTH DESERVE A BREAK.
  • After hearing how much Jumin was overworking Jaehee, the whole thing was your idea. Your bae was so!! stressed!!
  • You needed to relax anyway.
  • You planned it as a “date,” but the two of you hadn’t disclosed any romantic feelings for each other.
  • You wanted her to know how you felt, but at the same it terrified you.
  • What if she doesn’t like you back? You don’t deal very well with rejection..
  • The two of you got manicures and pedicures together.
  • It surprised you when you heard her giggle and apologize.
  • Apparently, her legs are very ticklish.
  • And it’s so cute.
  • Her laugh is so bubbly, and the way she curls her legs up to avoid being tickled just warms your heart.
  • You love seeing her happy.
  • The only thing that started to bother you was when the two of you went for massages.
  • Both of you had to undress at least partially and be rubbed down by another person in order to receive a massage.
  • Jaehee was going to be pawed at by someone else with only a thin sheet in between the two of them.
  • [MC rage mode activated]
  • You could hardly enjoy the massage because of it, especially when Jaehee let out little moans when the masseuse worked out the stress from her shoulders.
  • That should be me making her feel like that, you thought.
  • Finally the two of you got some alone time in a mud bath.
  • She was reluctant to get in at first.
  • “Jaehee… They don’t just pick up some dirt and throw it in here with water. This is good for your skin!”
  • “Good… mud?”
  • This sweetheart had never been to a spa before. You were so glad to treat her.
  • She got in and immediately the warmth of the mud soothed her tension.
  • She is now leaning back against the edge of the bath. She’s had her eyes closed for several minutes; you could only assume she fell asleep.
  • “… You’re so cute when you’re sleeping…”
  • “Hm?”
  • “Oh! Nothing!”
  • MC, you big idiot. It’s a good thing she didn’t hear that!
  • “Ah, I’m so relaxed. I haven’t felt like this in year,” she hums. “Thank you so much, MC. I could just kiss you right now.”
  • “Why don’t you?”
  • MC, REALLY? You just love suffering, don’t you? Just love digging holes for yourself—
  • Jaehee laughs. She looks over at you with a wide smile and sees your blush.
  • It is so endearing to her. You’re just so adorable and shy. Why can’t you just tell her what you’re feeling?
  • “It’s the least I could do for someone like you,” she says, and your eyes widen to comic proportions.
  • She softly laughs again and leans over, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek.
  • [MC liquesce mode activated]
  • (∗∕∕⊙∕◡∕⊙∕∕)

Ø  ~~~JUMIN~~~

  • Fancy dinner date with the executive director of C&R~
  • It was surreal. Jumin ordered and sent you a nice, black dress with matching heels and light jewelry. He even arranged a limousine to drive you two there.
  • You really felt like it was too much, but Jumin insisted that you just relax and indulge for tonight. This was your first date and he wanted to make it special for the both of you in any way possible.
  • It was like you were in a fairy-tale
  • You would have believed that Jumin was prince charming if he hadn’t been looking so grumpy all night.
  • Finally, after the two of you were halfway through your dinner, the wine you were drinking gave you enough confidence to ask him why he looked so pissy.
  • “Is it me? Do you not like me…?”
  • “MC, that’s ridiculous. You’re the most important woman in the world to me…”
  • “It’s just…”
  • He closes his eyes briefly and sighs, placing his silverware down. He very suddenly pins you with a hard gaze, taking you aback.
  • “I misjudged the length… Your dress is too short. These dogs keep staring.”
  • Sure enough, there were men in this nice establishment who were low-class enough to check out a lady. And another man’s lady at that!
  • You pull your dress down over your knees, trying to keep full coverage of your thighs while you sat at the table.
  • You are very uncomfortable.
  • The corner of Jumin’s lips twitch upward slightly, and he flattens the back of his hand on the table in front of you.
  • “Give me your hand. They’ll stop looking.”
  • You are all for that.
  • You place your palm gently in his, and a blush creeps over your face.
  • He squeezes your hand softly, caressing it as if it was a sacred treasure. He runs his thumb over your knuckles, back and forth while his silvery eyes watch your nerves settle down.
  • This feels really nice.
  • “They’re not looking anymore,” you sigh, relieved.
  • Jumin’s smile widens, and you feel your flesh rise as he brings your hand up and presses your fingers against his lips.
  • So warm and soft…
  • Your blush returns as your mind drifts, fantasizing about that tantalizing warmth against your own lips.
  • “Good,” he murmurs, voice deep and foreboding. “I’m the only one who should see you like that.”

Ø  ~~~SEVEN~~~

  • Your phone lit up with brightly in the middle of a message, a festive image of a roller coaster behind some obnoxious-colored text…. Ugh, spam???
  • YOU HAVE BEEN CHOSEN! CLICK BELOW TO CLAIM YOUR PRIZE!!!”
  • You try to exit the pop-up, but unfortunately, it wouldn’t leave your screen.
  • You sigh and humor the ad, pressing the button.
  • YOU’VE WON…”
  • … Is that a drumroll..?
  • ONE OF MANY FREE DATES WITH 707!!!”
  • Oh my god, Seven, you freaking dork.
  • You couldn’t help but smile and laugh, covering your mouth to hide a goofy grin so wide that it made your cheeks hurt.
  • Seven swings by the apartment and picks you up the next day, then floors it to your destination.
  • A theme park?? So that’s what the roller coaster was about.
  • You felt nauseous. He better not drag you on any roller co—
  • aaaaaaaaaaaand first stop, roller coaster.
  • “NOPE, NO. NO, SEVEN ZERO SEVEN, YOU BETTER STOP—AAGH.”
  • He’s dragging you along, insisting it will be fun! He says if you come along, he has a top secret surprise for you~
  • You muster up the courage, but you’re still shivering like crazy.
  • He holds your hand, a gesture that turns you red in the face. His palm is so warm against your own, and his fingers laced around yours perfectly. He is such a good hand-holder what the hell
  • He was distracting you with his unassuming charm until you realized you were seated and strapped down in the coaster.
  • You start cursing under your breath, and Seven gives your hand a reassuring squeeze.
  • “Baaaabe, you’ll be fine! It’ll be worth it!”
  • The ride begins. You scream, he laughs, all the while gripping each other’s hand tightly.
  • You come out trembling, but he seems to have gotten a huge rush. He laughs and swings your hand to and fro as you walk.
  • “You made it! See, it wasn’t so bad! Ready for your surprise, MC?”
  • You glare up at him, and you see him grinning. What the hell is he up to?
  • He brings you to the side of the nearest building, away from the crowd, then gingerly tilts your chin up.
  • You blush, unable to be angry anymore as you gaze into his hypnotic golden eyes. He’s going to kiss me, oh my god, he’s going to kiss me!!
  • He comes closer, his nose bumping against yours, and your breath hitches. You can feel your lips tingling with anticipation.
  • Seven builds up the moment, letting the heat of his breath ghost over your lips for what seemed like an eternity.
  • You were on fire, wanting to just kiss him senseless, but he held you firmly in place.
  • Finally, he moved closer and—
  • He gave a swift peck to your nose and backed away.
  • REALLY.
  • You looked entirely offended, making him burst out laughing.
  • “Pffftt ha ha ha!! Tell you what,” he said, collecting himself. “If you go on another one, I’ll give you the real surprise.”
  • You were about to refuse, but then he slid the pad of his thumb over your bottom lip. You groaned quietly.
  • “Maybe just one more…”

Ø  ~~~V~~~

  • Nature hikes!
  • He still had a bit of sight left in one eye—enough to get him around.
  • Plus, you were always there to guide him if he needed it.
  • Turns out, he knew the trail fairly well, so only a small amount of sight was needed to be able to maneuver around the trees and roots with ease.
  • This boy would not let your hand go, and it was the sweetest thing. He wanted you to stay close to him, as if he was afraid you were the one who would get lost.
  • The trees began to thin, and soon you two were atop a large hill overlooking the city.
  • It was so beautiful, you felt like you were on top of the world.
  • Well, with V by your side, you may as well be.
  • “MC, stand over here.”
  • You walked in front of the scenic view of the city and stopped, looking at V expectantly.
  • “Now, smile!”
  • He had taken his camera out and was positioning it over his left eye.
  • You smile, and he takes the picture.
  • He doesn’t bother to see at how it turned out; with you in it, it will undoubtedly be perfect.
  • “Beautiful,” he says, and joins you where you’re standing.
  • He holds his camera up and snaps a photograph of the both of you.
  • “This one is for you.” He grabs the photo and hands it to you. A third of his face was cut from the picture, but it was still something to remember this by.
  • Your first date with the man you’ll spend forever with. You clutched the picture to your chest, making a mental note to get a frame for it.
  • Suddenly, V’s shoulders started shaking, and his breathing became erratic.
  • You placed a hand on his shoulder, looking at him with concern.
  • “V, are you all right?”
  • As he looks over at you, you saw a smile on his face. He was laughing, with a single tear spilling down his cheek.
  • You didn’t know how to react, so you wrapped him up in an embrace that he returned immediately.
  • “We haven’t known each other for very long, but I can tell…” His voice was quivering in your ear.
  • “I can tell that I don’t ever want to forget your face. I don’t ever want to forget the way you smile when you see me. Or the way you laugh when I make some pathetic joke… I don’t ever want to forget the way your eyes light up like the stars of a million galaxies when I speak. I don’t want to forget… Please tell me I won’t forget.”
  • “V…”
  • The two of you spent the entire day and night together. He never took his eyes off of you. No matter where you went or what you did, as long as you were in sight, his eyes belonged to you. And for as long as his sight lasts, he will pledge himself to committing every one of your details to memory. He will never forget your face.

Ø  ~~~SAERAN~~~

  • It’s almost midnight when you hear little taps on your window.
  • Curious, you peer outside and are immediately met with two dazzling aquamarine eyes.
  • You nearly have a heart attack.
  • This beautiful white-haired man is smiling softly, gesturing for you to open your window.
  • Should you? He looks dangerous, but… Something inside you wants to know who he is and what he wants. Could this be the hacker that led you to this place?
  • You crack open the window, just enough to hear him speak. Your grip is tight, so that you can close and lock it immediately if the need arises.
  • “MC, I see you’re adjusting well. Why don’t you come outside?”
  • “Y-you’re Unknown?”
  • “Ah, clever little thing, aren’t you? Come on out. I won’t hurt you~”
  • Will he? Come on, MC… Don’t be stupid. You can’t possibly do what he says. He’s the hacker! You have to call Seven!…
  • Before you could even process what was happening, he pushes the window open more and grabs your hand, jerking you forward so abruptly that you almost knock your head on the window.
  • “But… If you rat me out, I might hurt you a little~!” He giggles, and your blood runs cold.
  • “I’ll come out, I’ll do it! Just… let me go, please.”
  • He releases your arm and pries the window open enough for you to get out.
  • “And leave your phone inside…”
  • You’re both outside now, and he takes your hand gently in his as he guides you along.
  • You find it odd how gentle he turned out to be after getting you outside—maybe he won’t hurt you after all. But where is he taking you?
  • “I imagine you have a lot of questions. I’ve got a little time to kill, so I’ll clear some things up.”
  • The night went by with you and this stranger hand in hand, strolling through the town in the dead of night.
  • He seemed to be glowing, ethereal under the moonlight. His mystery fueled your curiosity, and so the two of you quietly spoke as you made your way along.
  • Soon, you return to the apartment building. You notice how reluctant you are to leave this mystery man. You had enjoyed the company, and moreover you had grown accustomed to his touch.
  • Which all but makes you groan disappointedly as he lets your hand go.
  • He takes notices and chuckles, forcing a chill down your spine.
  • “You like me, don’t you? You don’t want me to leave. Mm… Would you like me to join you in your bedroom for the night?” His voice is low and sultry, whispering a proposition into your ear that makes your face heat up like crazy.
  • Yes. Yes. God, yes.
  • You open your mouth, but are far too flustered to speak. Absolutely no sound comes out. He knows what this means…
  • The two of you are now inside, lips crashing onto the others’ in the heat of the moment.
  • His mouth is like a bittersweet poison, dripping with sugary venom, driving your senses wild.
  • Everywhere he touches sets your body on fire. Why, why are you doing this? This isn’t you.
  • But the sense of danger and mystery just sucks you in entirely. This man makes you weak and entirely submissive to his will.
  • He pushes you onto your bed, then crawls on top of you and pins your wrists firmly to the mattress.
  • You are helpless and feeble, docile and obedient.
  • You’re loving this.
  • You can’t get enough of his taste, tongue dancing around yours in a scorching sensation that only the two of you can feel.
  • His teeth bite at your flesh, leaving trails of bright red love marks over your neck and throat.
  • You crave more, so much more, lifting your body to rub against his, then he stops.
  • The two of you panting is the only sound heard throughout the silence.
  • You want to say his name, but you realize that you don’t even know it yet.
  • “That’s enough for tonight,” he murmurs, picking himself up from the bed.
  • You sit up, reaching out to him, your face a blushing mess.
  • “W-wait! Where are you going?”
  • He lifts the window, and just as he is about to disappear, he flashes you a wicked grin.
  • “Don’t worry, Princess. I’ll come get you soon..~”
Dating Harry Would Include - 39

Blackout:

- Being surprised when the whole house gets plunged into darkness, letting fall the mug you had in hands
- Him calling you to know if you’re okay “Don’t move from where you are, I joining you!”
- Hearing him rapidly descending the stairs, his footsteps echoing in the silent house
- Guiding himself with the light of his phone until the kitchen where you are waiting for him
- Pushing to the side the broken parts of the mug on the ground with his foot “Are you hurt?”
-Scolding you when you pick up the broken pieces of glass in your hands “Don’t touch that now, I’ll pick up it later!”
- Checking with attention your hands to be sure you didn’t cut your fingers
- Giving your fingers and the back of your hand some kisses even if you have no cuts
- Him looking by the window to check if the rest of the neighborhood is plunged into the dark too
- Joining the windows next to him,  observing his face illuminated by moonlight
- His smirk when he catches you staring at him, taking you by the shoulders to put you in front of him
- Hugging you from behind, making you look at the sky instead of him “I know i’m fascinating but try to enjoy the view …”
- Rocking your body back and forth while pressing a kiss on your hair
- A pleased smile when you kiss his chin, lifting up your chin to  kiss your lips gently
- His breath sliding slowly into your neck when he rest his chin on your shoulder looking by the window
- His arms squeezing your body on his chest, his voice whispering in your ear “ Dance with me …”
- Looking back at him surprised when he loosens his embrace around your waist
- The light of the screen of his cellphone illuminating his concentrated face while choosing the perfect song
- Putting his phone on the kitchen counter, a slow unknown melody filling  the room
- Taking your hand in his to pull you toward him, his arm wrapping your waist to make you being as close as possible
- The bright of the moonlight in his green eyes when he looks down at you
- Your both bodies moving in slow moves, looking at each other with no words
- Kissing your forehead in a gentle way before laying his cheek  on the top of your head
- Whispering inaudible sweet things to you, his voice almost covered by the melody
- His hands resting on your hips, his thumb stroking your skin while your fingers passes through the hair of his nape
- Both of you being a bit disappointed when the light comes back
- Releasing his grip on your body to turn the piece in the dark again, coming back to you quickly
- His arms hugging your waist to hold you against his body “Let’s dance a little bit  longer  …”

Unchained Melody

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Summary: Dean and the Reader have a moment of intimacy.

Word Count: 2.7kish

Warnings: Fluff, Smut (wear condoms, kiddos!!)

Author’s Note: Heyy guys! This is my entry for @casownsmyass‘s “Chloes’s Scenes of Smut” challenge. I got the movie “Ghost”. I love this movie and gahhh!!! I hope you guys enjoy this! Feedback is always welcomed!! *hides face*



It was the softness beneath my fingertips that made me love it all. The way it rippled with every turn, molding into the shape that I wanted it to. The creative process was also riveting, but it was the captivating result that always made me smile.

Pottery wasn’t an easy task. It required your full attention, your hands on the mold the entire time, no trembling of the fingers. No tearing your eyes away. It was one hundred percent or none at all.

The soft crooning of Unchained Melody echoed throughout the room and I couldn’t help but smile at the similarity of the whole situation. But what fluttered my heart, what…took my breath away…was the pair of arms snaking around my waist from behind.

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Guys I’m nervous... I wrote a fic!

I’ve never written fanfiction before but I bloody love bughead and I needed to let this fluff out of my brain.

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Sleepless Nights

Jughead rolled onto his back, coated in sweat. He was tired of tossing and turning. Reaching out for his phone, the time shone from the screen.

3:04.

“Fuck” he groaned, throwing his phone back on the side. This was all Betty’s fault. While his foster family had been on holiday for the past week, a certain blonde-locked girl had been sneaking out each night and so she could sleep soundly in her boyfriend’s arms.

Whilst both teenagers were loving the new intimacy they had found with each other, how they loved discovering and memorising each inch of each other’s skin, Jughead thought to himself about what happened at the end of the night. After she was done screaming his name and writhing with pleasure, Betty curled up against Jughead, tangling her long legs with his, and they talked. They talked about everything and about nothing.

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Blood

(A/N): I decided to go with a different sort of approach, just to help some people relate to this more I guess?

Request: I’m watching political animals and wondered if you could write a fic about bucky finding the reader unconscious from a suicide attempt in a car (like TJ in the show)? Just an inspiration you don’t have to follow the show :)

Warning: cutting, blood, suicidal reader, it’s angsty you guys

 Tags: @mcuimxgine, @ifoundlove-x0vanessa0x, @saradi1018, @holland-toms, @superwholockian309, @fly-f0rever, @capbuckthor, @livandlilah


Originally posted by coporolight

   Bucky had always known (Y/N) struggled with many things; depression, anxiety, OCD, self esteem issues, and more than enough suicidal thinking to drive one mad but he thought that they were doing fine, he thought their medication had been working; little did he know that it was only making them worse, only making them want to take their life more.  

   It had been a sunshiney afternoon when Bucky sensed it, he sensed something was wrong with (Y/N) (he had a knack for detecting stuff like that). They were in the shower at the moment and they had specifically asked Bucky to never, ever walk in on them during their showers but he just couldn’t ignore this feeling. 

   With a soft sigh Bucky placed the tv remote down and made his way into his bedroom- a bedroom he had once shared with (Y/N). But recently they had needed their space and they took up to sleeping in a room across the hall. It was strange not having a body pressed right up against his during the night, all he had now was a vast ocean if empty sheets- but that didnt matter now, what mattered were Bucky’s gut feelings about (Y/N). 

   He gingerly knocked on the bathroom door but when there came no reply other than the gushing shower Bucky did get a little worried and that’s when he heard it, the soft sob of (Y/N), a broken, painful little noise that made Bucky’s chest ache. Whatever was going on in there was more important than (Y/N) telling him to stay out, something was wrong and he wasn’t going to stand around and wait to find out. Without a moments hesitation Bucky opened the door only to be hit with the copious amounts of steam from the shower.

    “Fucking worthless,” (Y/N)’s voice cracks as they berate themselves, something Bucky was used to hearing at this point. “Piece of shit- everyone would be better off without you,” There’s a sudden sob from their lips and Bucky all but lunges for the shower curtain, ripping it back as his nerves finally take control. Bucky’s heart plummets as he takes in the scene, blood coated the bottom of the shower, (Y/N)’s wrist was pooling blood, and clasped between their fingers was a small knife, a knife they had to have stolen from Bucky’s bedside table.

    Immediately Bucky reaches for the knife, hoping to get it away from (Y/N) before they hurt themselves more.

    “No!” (Y/N) yells as they clutch the knife tightly. “Don’t come near me!”

    “(Y/N)-” Bucky reached out for them again but this time they didn’t recoil instead they took the knife and set to furiously cutting their wrists, leaving puddles of blood to hit the shower walls, floor, and anything between. “(Y/N)! Stop!” Bucky yelled as he grabbed them, trying to wrestle the knife from their grasp without hurting them further. “(Y/N)! Drop it!” Bucky hugged their arms at their sides with one arm while the other desperately reached for the blood soaked knife. (Y/N) sobbed against him, futilely trying to get away. 

   "Let me die, let me die, why won’t you le me die?“ (Y/N) was nearly screaming now as they attempted to break out of Bucky’s grasp. "God, just let me fucking die!” (Y/N)’s voice was so Loud and full of so much pain Bucky nearly started to cry but he had to keep it together, he had to keep it together for (Y/N). 

  Finally Bucky wrestled the knife successfully out of (Y/N)’s grasp and he was able to chuck it into the shower as he picked (Y/N) up, carrying them out of the water and blood stained shower. 

   "Please just let me die,“ (Y/N) sobs as Bucky grabs a towel to wrap around their bleeding wrists. "Friday, call Bruce down here now!” Bucky yelled as he made a tourniquet of sorts out of the towels. Even with his expertise the blood was soaking through towel, turning the white pieces of cloth red. 

   "I’m so sorry Bucky, I’m so sorry-“

    "it’s okay doll,” Bucky soothed as he held their wrists tightly. “It’s okay,” Bucky looked at their wrists as he bit his lip. God- how could he not have noticed that they weren’t okay? Why did he have to let it come to this? This could have been avoidable if only Bucky had- 

   "Bucky, it’s Bruce, is everything okay?“

    "No, no. Bruce we need you in here now,” The door creaked open and not even a minute later Bruce appeared in the bathroom, looking the scene over once before quickly setting to work; He didnt even have to say anything to know what was going on. 

   "Bucky, bring them down to the lab stat,“ Bucky nods as he picks up (Y/N), holding them to his body as though it’d be the last time he could and with the way (Y/N)’s towels were starting to drip blood he was starting to think that maybe it would.


    Bruce had gotten (Y/N)’s level back to normal, they were alive and that’s all Bucky cared about.

    "I’m prescribing you some new meds, the lowest dosage though so we can see how well you react to them,” Bruce muttered as he handed (Y/N) a bottle of medicine. “But that’s not gonna be enough (Y/N)- I think you need to start seeing a counselor-" 

    "Bruce-”

    “(Y/N), you’re seeing a counselor, I’ll call him myself and set up an appointment for you. But we’re also going to have to monitor you 24/7 and by we I mean Bucky. I’m sorry but we can’t trust you to be alone anymore, no sleeping in separate bedrooms anymore, no more missions until you get better, and wherever you go Bucky goes, understand?” (Y/N) nods as they sniffle, wiping at their dripping nose as they stare at the floor intently. “Good,” Bruce smiled gently. “I just want you to know (Y/N),” Bruce placed a gentle hand on their thigh, gripping their knee softly. “We all care about you, every single one of us, anyone you’ve saved, they care too. Not a single person wouldn’t care if you died, I hope you can realize this someday,” And with that and another gentle smile Bruce turned on his heel to walk out of the lab, leaving (Y/N) and Bucky alone.

    “Wanna go get some clothes?” Bucky whispers to (Y/N) who was still sopping wet from their shower. (Y/N) nods softly as they reach their arms out, silently asking for Bucky to pick them up. With a soft smile Bucky complies, holding (Y/N) tightly as he escorted them back up to their floor. They gently nuzzled their face into Bucky’s neck, most likely to get away from reality, to hide away until everything suddenly got better.


    The elevator dings and Bucky walks onto their floor. His eyes immediately train in on the small droplets of blood that had most likely stained the wood at this point. God- he had almost lost (Y/N), his sweet, precious (Y/N). Pain wells within his chest as he stares a a particularly large spot of blood, the image of (Y/N)’s bleeding wrists return to mind and Bucky feels as though he may vomit but he doesn’t- he steels himself and carries on, bound and determined to be the strong one. 

   Bucky carries them to their room, their shared room. He grabs them a sweatshirt and some shorts but when they get dressed they only put on the sweatshirt, his sweatshirt.

    “Can we-” (Y/N) licks ther lips as they stare at their heavily bandaged wrists. “Can we just lay down for now? Maybe listen to some music or something?" 

   "Yeah, of course doll,” Whatever kept (Y/N) protected and happy at this point Bucky would do it, even if it was the most ridiculous and strange thing he had ever heard he sure as hell would still do it. Bucky nods as sits on the bed, (Y/N) following closely at his side. “What do you wanna listen to?”

    “Can we listen to some of the old stuff, the stuff from your time?” Bucky smiles and nods as (Y/N) keeps their eyes glued to their lap, obviously too ashamed to look Bucky in the eyes.

   "Friday, will you please play the oldies but goodies playlist?“

    "Certainly sir,” the ai chimed and suddenly a soft, almost jazzy melody filled the room. Satisfied with his choice Bucky laid down on the bed, once again (Y/N) following his lead. Immediately they curl up to him, practically as close as humanly possible but Bucky didn’t mind- in fact he rather enjoyed the close proximity. 

   Everything is silent for awhile as the two lay there, merely holding each other tightly, as though their lives depended upon it. But eventually the silence is broken by (Y/N)’s soft, broken voice. 

   "I’m sorry Bucky, I’m so sorry you had to see that,“

   "it’s okay doll, it was nothing I couldn’t handle," 

   "you don’t deserve that, after seeing so much bloodshed you shouldn’t have to see it in your goddamn home-" 

   "Hey, no, don’t think like that. I don’t care about that, what I care about is you being safe and happy and feeling loved, not if I had to walk in on a bit of blood.” (Y/N) falls silent again, most likely as they think through their words but just as quickly as the silence came over them it dissipates once again.

    “I’m so sorry you have to deal with me and all my baggage,”

    “(Y/N), if there’s anyone who should be apologizing it’s me. I’ve got more baggage than anyone in this tower so don’t you dare think for one second that you’re a burden or whatever is going through your head, okay? We’ve both got some problems, I’ll admit that, but I won’t ever regret loving you because of that.” (Y/N) falls silent once again, unshed tears brimming at their eyes, just waiting to spill over.

    No one breaks the silence this time, instead they simply lay there, listening to soft music of days past all the while holding each other like it would be the last time they could only now Bucky knew it wouldn’t be.

Runaway : Jason Blossom Pt. 4

Part One  Part Two  Part Three

Request: Omg I just read your jughead imagine and it haves me thinking, can you do a one shot thing of Jason Blossom not really being dead and sneaks into the reader’s bedroom in the middle of the night or something too explain to her why he faked his death (you can make up the reason because I’m not that clever) but yeah it’s just really sad and full of fluff idk I’m weird.

a/n: OKAY GUYS!!!!! This installment dives a little into Fp and Y/N’s, I don’t want to say relationship, but that is really the only way to put it. Now, this story can go on for quite some time. That being said, I could also go more into what happened in the month leading up to Y/N finding out Jason was alive in maybe a spin off?!?! I also might put this up on Wattpad should I do enough parts!!! You know what to do: send feedback, like and reblog the shit out of this part! and as always I love you guys. xx, aubree.

(p.s. I might do a little contest for this fic….I’ll keep you posted.)

warnings: an attack leading to an almost sexual assault (READ WITH CAUTION) 

word count: 1,012 (it’s short…sorry guys)

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Harry Styles Imagine

Originally posted by pinkharold

Few months ago you and Harry started to date, so far it has been amazing. He had been doing a lot of shows and had been away for couple days but still everything had been great. The words kind a knew he was dating someone, but Harry never said it was you. It was better this way, you could be together without any disturbances. 

Harry has been to most sweetest guy ever. Every time you two meet up he always has something for you. It’s ether flowers, stuffed animal or a bigger gift. Lat time he gave you a necklace. It was unbelievably beautiful. When you are with Harry you feel like an actual princes and he’s you prince. 

“You seeing Harry today?” asked on of your co-workers who found out you and him were dating by putting her nose in your businesses. From that moment on she wants to know everything you and Harry do. Mostly you just avoid her and tell her nothing, but since she is keeping it a secret you tell her anyway at the end of the day. 

“Yeah.” you smiled just thinking about seeing Harry. 

“You’re so lucky” she said walking away with her coffee and leaving you to smile to your self. Rest of the day went by some what fast and now you were on your way to see Harry. He was waiting for you at the restaurant. Usually he would come to your office and you would go together, but since some people can’t mind their own business you decided to meet somewhere else. Today it was your and his favorite restaurant. You both loved it so much, because it was where you two met. He was there having dinner with his friends while you were having dinner with you family. When you go there Harry stood up seeing you come close to him, he kissed your cheek then your lips. Like always when you two meet you, both of you tell how your days went by and then enjoy the night. The food was amazing as always, by the time of dessert you saw Harry was trying to hold in something. He had the same smile when he gave you the  necklace you had on right now. 

“What is it?” yo asked taking his hand. He kissed the back or your palm, still smiling bright. He pulled out something out of his pocket but didn’t show it to you just yet. 

“I really really like you. You’ve made me so happy in the last few months it’s just unbelievable. I never want to be so far away from you Y/N, so” he slowly opened his palm revealing a key. You looked at him, not really sure as to how you should react to this. 

“Babe, what is that? I know it’s a key but” you looked at Harry, he was smiling big, guessing this was his plan. 

“It’s a key to my house. I want you to move in with me” Harry was smiling but you looked like a dear in head lights. You tried to say something but didn’t know what to say, To you this was a bit too soon maybe even a lot too soon. Harry saw your reaction, you saw his mouth moving, he was saying something but you couldn't hear a single thing. You jumped up from your seat, Harry stopped talking and watched you. 

“I have to go. I have to .” you pointed at the door trying to think of something that would give you a reason yo leave, but couldn’t find anything. So you just walked out still mumbling something. While walking out Harry called your name. You knew the way you reacted wasn’t right, and you walking out wasn’t any better, but this was just too much. 

The next few days you stayed away from Harry. He tried to call but you always replayed with a text saying you were busy. You knew Harry wasn’t going to believe that, but you still hadn’t wrapped your head around what happened that day. One evening when you tried to watch a movie and not thing about that shiny key he was giving you a text came. It was from Harry. 

I know you don’t want to see me, but please come to the arena today. I’m having a concert there and after it I’d really like to talk to you. Explain myself. Please.

His text broke your heart a bit. The way you were acting really hurt him, so you got ready and went to the arena. At the back entrance stood his bodyguard, he gave you a small smile and let you in without a single word. You thought you would walk around and see Harry, have a quick talk and it’ll be all over, but no, he was already on stage, so you stood watching him sing. You couldn’t stop yourself from smiling, he looked so happy. The stage was his happy place. The proud was growing inside you. Harry ended one song and stood looking at the crowd, he then looked to you and smile, he was so happy to see you again. 

“I have one more song for you guys” he said picking up a guitar “I wrote it yesterday and I think it’s ready for people to hear it. This song is for someone special in my life. Someone I really care about, someone who I pushed too hard and might be losing. So” he looked at you “Y/N this is for you” he stared to play the guitar. The most amazing melody filled the room, you already felt goosebumps on your body. When he started to sing your heart melted. Harry had written a song about what was had happened, he sang an apology and begged for you not to leave him. You felt tears coming down your cheeks but a smile was on your lips. The last part of the song Harry sang looking right at you, when it was over he gave a quick thank you tot the crowd and ran to you. Harry pulled you in a hug, you held on to him for dear life. 

“I’m so sorry Harry” you looked up at him, leaning back a bit from the hug. “I shouldn’t have ran away, I shouldn’t have ignored you. I’m really sorry, but it’s just” more tears ran down your already wet cheeks. 

“It was too soon” he finished what you were trying to say “I know. I shouldn’t have done that. It was my fault” the two of you stood there hugging each other and apologizing. He said it was his fault and you said it was yours. Soon you both came to a middle ground. Both agreed on the way it all turned out to both of your faults, but at the end you realized that thanks to this you spend the night talking about the future. What you two want and when you would like to start it. The moving in part you decided to leave for later, but you knew that it would happen sooner or later. 

Trinkets of Treasure-Newt Scamander x Reader

Trinkets of Treasure
Request: Newt x reader. Newt has bought the reader a necklace for their wedding anniversary. To only have the niffler steal it

A/n: Another imagine done, I hope this is alright. I’m still working on finishing requests and I may be writing some based on my own angsty ideas in the future (and one of these may or may not be influenced by a song from Hamilton *wink wink*). Thank you all for being kind and I’m sorry that my writing isn’t as frequent as it once was. On my to do list for imagines I have a ton of ideas and requests that will eventually be done, including a few continuations of the Hogwarts headcanons, the valentine’s day imagine, part two of Tickled Pink, and a few others that may have multiple parts as well. I’m trying to write as often as I can, but unfortunately life is a thing that likes to push me down. Anyways, you are all so lovely and I hope you are all having a wonderful day and night. Enjoy!

No warnings just fluff :)


Newt frantically paced back and forth across the floorboards of the bedroom that the two of you shared. He furiously ran his hand through his locks, muttering and whispering under his breath. Your melodious voice filled the room as you were happily singing a tune in the shower and getting ready to head out to a restaurant downtown to celebrate your wedding anniversary. Normally your sweet song would calm Newt down instantly, but right now, he was in a full state of panic.

Knowing that your anniversary was right around the corner, Newt had gone out and purchased a divine necklace for you as a gift. A being as lovely and beautiful and understanding as you deserved something just as special as a gift, and he had searched for the perfect one for days. He even enlisted in Queenie’s help, begging her to read your mind to see what you wanted, in which she only replied with, “She’ll love whatever you give her sweetheart. She does love you after all.”

Newt had selected the necklace, after about a week of looking and deciding, and had hidden it where you would never find it. Now the day had arrived I which he would present it to you, except he couldn’t present it if it wasn’t anywhere to be found.

You were the most important person in his life. You never yelled at him for spending too much time with his creatures, and you never got cross when he accidentally almost burned the house down while trying to cook, and oh Merlin, you were so stunning and smart and kind as well. He still couldn’t believe that he had managed to steal your heart like you had done with his. He remembered the night he proposed, as your eyes brimmed with tears as you broke into a smile, and he remembers your wedding day, and oh how radiant and stunningly elegant you were. Everything about you was perfect, and he was mentally scolding himself for screwing things up today.

“Where did I put it, oh Merlin why can’t I do things right,” he mumbled to himself with hints of panic. He sometimes felt that he looked like a plain fool next to you, and in times like this, those harbored feelings from within him were only amplified. He just wanted to make today perfect for you. He didn’t want to let you down.

He once again began to sift through drawers and his memory for the location of the necklace. He pulled a wooden drawer open off the desk and began to flip through the excess notebooks and papers, hoping that it would be there. Defeated, he continued to look around the desk, on the shelves of the closet, even under the bed but he was still met with nothing.

“I must have misplaced it. Oh Y/n is going to be disappointed if I don’t get her something.”

You hadn’t asked for anything and you didn’t expect anything but Newt’s love and affection, but Newt felt that you not only deserved a gift because you were his lovely significant other, but you had also gifted him something as well. Your gift was simply a new handmade coat, but to Newt it was everything. He was going to get a gift for you regardless, but he would feel incredibly guilty if he was empty handed. As he was shuffling through his pockets, he heard the shower shut off.

You would be out soon, and he still hadn’t found it. He was beginning to panic once more and his head felt fuzzy from all the anxiety. He was scrambling once more around the room when he heard a click to the right of him. He paused and turned, only to see one of his latches on the case standing up like a building. He had neglected to get it fixed still, and at that instant moment, a realization dawned on him.

The Niffler.

“That shifty bugger,” he spoke as he unlatched his case entirely in a flustered fashion. He stepped into the shed and began to head out in search of the furry thief. He mentally slapped himself, for he should have looked there first. His brain was so scattered that he had forgotten to add the Niffler as an obvious suspect. It was clear as day now that the Niffler had taken it, for this beast was the exact same one who had attempted to steal your wedding ring when you took it off to help Newt prepare medicine for the others so that it wouldn’t get messy. He jogged through the enclosures since you could be out any minute.

After a bit of searching and a few greeting to the other beasts, he found the Niffler scurrying back towards his nest with various objects in his hand, including the necklace.

“Bugger,” muttered Newt once more as he sped up to chase the Niffler, who had now caught sight of what Newt was trying to do. He retreated to his nest and placed the necklace inside his pouch with the rest of the coins that at in his tiny paws. Newt sighed and lunged toward him, yet the Niffler still narrowly escaped. Newt Stumbled slightly as he watched the creature once again escape with the necklace and around to the side of his home. When the Niffler paused and scanned the area, Newt caught him and started to tickle him in an attempt to grab the necklace back.

“You are a tricky pest you are. Do you know how much stress you’ve caused me today?”

Newt continued to tickle him as coins spilled out. He wasn’t angry at the creature, just extremely annoyed. By now Newt was begging to have the necklace back.

“Please give it back, it’s for Y/n. I’m trying to make today special and -,”

“Newt? Are you in here?”

He turned with the Niffler still in his hands, and he did not see the necklace plop to the ground. You stood wondering the case in search of Newt, and it was then Newt understood how much time had passed. Your eyes met his and you smiled and headed over to where he was still awkwardly holding the Niffler. You stopped in front of him with a questioning look on your face as you tried to hold in your giggles.

“Newt darling, what in the world are you doing?”

“I am, um I’m…”

“Are you giving the Niffler more attention than me on our wedding anniversary?” you said as you smirked at him and pretended to be offended.

“Merlin, no love I just was looking for this.”

“Newt I was kidding.”

“But I wasn’t. I really was looking for this.”

He set the Niffler down gently and handed him his coins in an apologetic fashion. The Niffler let out a tiny purr and nudged Newts hand lovingly and with gentle assurance before scampering back to his treasure trove. Newt held the necklace he had been searching for and held it in his hand. He took in your breathtaking beauty and his cheeks flushed before he spoke.

“Love, we’ve been married for some time, hence today’s special meaning, and you’re just so kind and sweet and you’re everything I could ever imagine to find in someone, so I wanted to get you something special. I…well…the Niffler found it first and this wasn’t how I wanted to give it to you because I wanted to do it at the restaurant but…you’re just so unbelievable special to me and I wanted to get you something that was almost as spectacular as you are.”

He presented the necklace and you gasped. It was insanely beautiful, and you didn’t feel deserving of its beauty. Its chain glistened and its gemstone was (your favorite color), and all around its exquisite and artistic craft was beyond gorgeous.

“N-Newt this…this is gorgeous, but I don’t deserve this,” you spoke while trying to hold back a few tears, as you were touched by the wonderful man you had married.

“Of course you do Y/n, you’re my lovely darling and you deserve everything. Here, let me clasp it on you.”

You pushed your hair aside and he leaned in close to put it on. You could feel his breath on the back of your neck and you felt the same butterflies that had occurred while you two were still dating. When he was finished, he turned you back around to take you in. Your eyes were highlighted with the gleaming jewel, and he enveloped you in his arms for a kiss. His lips softly pressed into yours. Your arms found their way around his neck while his found your waist, closing the two of you in a bubble of your own world. His kissed you passionately and he didn’t hesitate to deepen it. He pulled you closer into his chest, breathing in the scent of your shampoo and perfume. Your lips were one with another, effortlessly molding into each other while his heartbeat increased. It had been years since your first kiss, yet this one was just as magical, if not even more. With a low groan your lips parted and his eyes swelled with adoration and love as he whispered a sweet ‘I love you.’ You giggled and held his calloused hands in yours still, and his fingers graced over your ring.

“C’mon dear, it’s almost time for our reservation,” you added as you kissed him briskly again.

“Yes, let’s head off,” he paused to wrap and arm around your waist to lead you out of the case and to your promised dinner, “I love you my darling, and happy anniversary.”

“Happy anniversary, and I love you too Newt.”

He kissed your rosy cheek and led you out of the case to your destination, and you could both agree that your love would blossom more each day and stronger with each moment.

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