Imagine this! It's that time for Black Hat's eye to bleed again, and Flug offers to help him through it again. But then something happens, I dunno, and Flug gets slapped across the face by Black Hat's claws, tearing the bag and cutting flesh! Black Hat stares in horror as he realizes what he's done, as Flug raises a hand to his bleeding cheek.
-hazeapalooza: “so is no one going to talk about c’s mad flush right now?” so is no one going to talk about how nursey 100% checked out chowder’s mad flush right now? also: c. c!!!! C!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! - hazeapalooza cont. “nursey i’m not a lightweight i can drink three whole beers and stop all your dumb shots.” translation: “nursey i may be drunk but i can still impress you, look-” - shinny: “wow, c -” [C!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] “- seriously never seen a frozen lake before?” - “it’s not just some lake it’s the pond! and it’s not like it happens every day in san francisco, nursey.” me: stares at my horrible wood checkered ceiling trying to regulate my breathing while i imagine chowder and nursey showing each other their home cities with a big ol road trip in between - shinny AND junior show feature a classic. a fav…… the same fond nursey smile-smirk that always seems to crop up when he’s teasing chowder.
how often does this happen??????????????????????????????????
- if you look close enough in ‘post I: roadie’ chowder and nursey are both team attic. enough said - taddy tour: we witness our confident sophomores mentoring the taddies :’) this has nothing to do with them together but it just warms my dead heart so it’s going on the list - hi, honey - parts 1 & 2: LISTEN TO ME NURSEY’S BAG WAS RIGHT THERE!!!!!!!!!!!! BY THE STAIRS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NURSEY’S BAG WAS RIGHT THERE BY THE STAIRS I CAN’T SAY THIS ENOUGH. IT WAS LATE AND THERE WAS A STORM OUTSIDE AND NURSEY SLEPT OVE.R SO do with this information what you will
- “chowder: hey jack are you going to watch the sharks game or the kings game if youlike LA uh i’m from san francisco so– nursey: dude. chill.” [holster voice] oh my god i’m so sorry but i sTIILL GEEET JEEALLOUSS - “NOOOO NURSEY DON’T TELL HIM COME ON NO NO NO”/nursey found out it was chowder’s birthday and immediately told bitty and probably EVERYONE ELSE SO THEY COULD ALL CELEBRATE THE GREATEST DAY OF THE YEAR ! - “chowder: we tried to get nursey to take intro programming with us!” at the point this was tweeted in the check please time line………..i guarantee you 10000% this was chowder’s idea. he just wants to spend more time with nursey :’) :’) :’’’) - i just like these tiny faces together, look at em
- “chow: oooh!! so if nursey & i prove you’re superstitious, we win! dex:…shit. win what? nurse: yo i don’t even know bro but you shook on it” #gotyourback - “in other news, dex and nursey have found the one thing they have in common: their love of chirping chowder” i believe on this same twitter account someone said something along the lines of ‘chirping and flirting are variants on the same idea’ so…………………..yea - “well, two samwell [winter screw’s] down, two more to go.”/”i hope the frogs had a good time. well, chowder and nursey aren’t here, so they probably did.” 👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀 -”from row 6 on the bus to NY chowder: …and we all had quiche!! nursey: and i wasn’t invited, c?? yo, CHILL! oh, nursey. you’re so not chill.” ……………………….bitty said it not me - nursey and chowder were in charge of bringing bitty to the haus to surprise him with the oven can you imagine them smiling at each other like a buncha goofs behind bitty’s back while nursey tweeted!!!!!!!!!!!! amazing!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! -”dinner talk nursey: some netflix and chill chowder: ohhh I love netflix” 😏
i dedicate this post to @omgcphee who encouraged me to do it in the first place. there’s probably more that i missed and i’m sure there’s stuff in the extras too but please……….it’s there.. . for all to see. i’ve witnessed it and now you all have too. feel free to add to this post
Requested by @datotter28: Can you write something about Isaac and the reader having a heart-felt moment on like a roof-top or something? Sorry, this is really vague but I don’t know what else to say 😅
A/N: I’m so sorry, I broke my own heart writing this. At least it was heartfelt ;). Part 2 maybe? Enjoy!
You sat cross-legged facing your best friend, Isaac Lahey. You giggled at his attempt of catching the peanut that you threw. “Alright, I give up” he huffed and laid on his back enjoying the company of stars and you. You sealed the bag of peanuts and laid next to him, close enough to feel his warmth yet barely touching.
You admired the way Isaac treated you, you adored how he would never protest if you asked him to stay the night, how he would always put you first. Your first meeting was back when you were in high school and accidentally tripped over his back while he was tying his shoe.
“Hey, what the hell?” he slowly got up with furrowed eyebrows and towered over your short frame. “So sorry, didn’t see you there” you bit your lip; your nervous habit. “Don’t worry about it” that was when you came face to face with the most beautiful smile you have ever seen. “I’m Isaac” he extended an arm. “Y/N” you mirrored his smile and happily accepted his hand.
And that was your initial encounter with your now completely oblivious best friend; oblivious to the fact that you were in love with him of course. You have comforted him numerous times: when his father passed, when he would get nightmares, when he wouldn’t get enough attention.
You smiled at the thought, Isaac cherished your attention deeply. He would wrap his arms around you from behind, he would lick your cheek whenever your focus shifted to anything but him. You would scold him of course, but immediately forgive him because you loved him.
At first, you thought that he was just a high school crush, that it would fade away eventually. But now that you’re twenty-four, sitting on the roof of your apartment building while admiring how the cold wind embraced your skin. You finally realized it.
You wanted him.
You wanted his warmth even when you weren’t cold, you wanted his love even when you didn’t need it, you wanted his protection even when you were a hundred percent capable of protecting yourself.
“Hey,” he spoke in hushed tone, causing your train of thoughts to halt. “C'mere” he opened his arm wide and patted on his chest. You sighed contently as your right cheek came in contact with his hard yet warm surface. He ran his fingers through your hair, softly combing it. “What’s got you occupied?” you snuggled closer to him and tangled your leg with his. “I was reminiscing on when we first met” you smiled, almost secretly to yourself.
“I’m pretty sure you tripped over me on purpose” you giggled at his ridiculous assumption. “Oh yeah, Lahey, I was too busy admiring your ass” you retorted and rested your chin on his chest to properly observe the faint blush coloring his cheeks. “Whatever” he flicked your forehead and continued his journey through the stars. You gently pecked his chest and got up, making your way to the railing where the whole city came to view.
He slowly crept up behind you and wrapped you in a tight embrace. “I’m not running away, you know” you spoke about how tight he was holding you. He just sighed and kissed your shoulder.
He moved around you and stood next to you. “I need to tell you something” he spoke in a serious tone that made you nervous. You examined his poker face trying to read his thoughts, but you couldn’t.
“Don’t speak.. Don’t say a word until I’m done okay?” He grabbed your hand and placed a soft kiss on it. “Since all I have is time, it’s yours to take. For what it’s worth Y/N Y/L/N, you’re worth it all. My arms are always open for you and I love how your hand fits perfectly in mine. Please believe in me because I don’t believe in anyone but you, I’ll give you something to hold on to” he took a deep breath and continued.
“And I’ll always stand so strong for you darling, you will never be alone. As long as I’m alive, I’ll stand the test of time.” He pulled you by the waist as there was no space separating the two of you. You touched his cheek, stroking it with the back of your hand. He took your wrist and pecked it softly.
“I love you” he breathed as a tear escaped his beautiful blue eyes.
“I love you more than I thought I could ever love anyone” He leaned in and his soft pink lips met yours. You could’ve sworn that you might explode in that moment, he kissed you passionately and lovingly, he was afraid to let go.
"I’m so selfish,“ he said once he broke the kiss. “Telling you how much I love you, when I know that I’m leaving” his voice trailed.
“Isaac…” you whimpered with wide eyes. It felt as if rock was pressed on your lungs, you couldn’t breathe. “Why are you leaving? Where are you going? Where’s all th-” he shut you up with another kiss. This time, it was you who were scared to let go. You tangled your fingers in his curls while he pulled you close.
“Don’t leave me” you whispered meekly as your forehead rested on his. “I love you Isaac Lahey, don’t do this to me” he kissed your nose and placed his hand on your hair using it to rest your head on his chest.
“I will come back for you my love, you just have to trust me on this” you couldn’t believe your ears, he was really leaving.
“I hope you find it in your heart to forgive me Y/N”
Like Brother, Like Sister - Part 1 (Archie x Reader Request)
Request:‘Can you write an imagine
we’re your jugheads younger sister by a year. And your dating Archie. Ever
since your dad FP was taken into custody the only family you had was jug and
the south side serpents. So just like the scene we’re jughead gets a serpent
jacket you do too. So your walking out of school one day with the group and
some of the serpents come to you and hand you a jacket. Saying kind of what
they said to jughead the day he got his. And Archie and them are kind of
shocked/ worried.’ – Anon.
Characters: Archie x Reader, Serpent!Jughead
x Betty, Veronica, Kevin
Word Count: 1509
I started to place my books in my locker when a
pair of hands covered my eyes.
‘Guess who?’ I instantly recognised my boyfriend’s
voice. I turned around and took the hands from my face into mine.
‘Hey babe.’ Archie leaned in and kissed me gently. I
couldn’t help but smile at his touch. I heard a disapproving moan behind me, that
would be my brother. I turned around to confront him, Archie placing an arm
around me. He did it automatically now, always eager to show who I belonged to.
Jughead was joined by his girlfriend Betty.
‘Jughead, it’s been 3 months. You really need to
get over it bro.’
‘You’re my little sister y/n, I’m never getting
over it.’ I raised an eyebrow at him.
‘Well I’m just going to start gagging every time
you kiss Betty.’ Betty laughed. Jughead glared at her, she bumped her shoulder
‘Lighten up Juggie.’ Betty placed a peck on his
cheek. A smile quickly spread across his face, Betty could always cheer him up.
Veronica and Kevin walked up to us, looking all giddy.
‘Hey, do you guys know what all the commotion is
outside?’ Kevin asked excitedly. We all shook our heads.
‘C’mon gang, time to investigate.’ Veronica announced,
leading us out the school.
hey hey hey!! huge fan of your blog. I was wondering if you had any haikyuu! fic recommendations? Like, maybe bokuaka or kagehina? They don't have to be tickle-themed, just any of your faves?
I was really inspired by this, so I’m gonna make a longer Fic Recommendations later. Reason being because I’ve really been lagging in reading fanfiction lately, but I’ll get back to it and find some great reads <3 <3 <3
But here are some of my favorites in the meantime!
When Hinata Shouyou is 13 years old, his village is raided by pirates.
Most everything Hinata knows is destroyed in the attack, lost to the flames, but he and his sister are pulled from the wreckage by a boy with eyes the color of a storm. Their lives are saved, but irrevocably altered - their home is lost forever, and there is something strange about the pirates, something blurry and shadowed and wrong.
A darkness is rising out of the depths of the ocean. The sea itself is stirring, and nothing can stop it when it wakes.
Once a year, all the villages that follow the way of the sun offer up one of their own to be taken to the sun god’s divine temple. Kageyama Tobio, an orphan and loner, never wanted to be chosen—and until the sun god appeared, no one ever wanted to choose him, either. All Tobio wants is to find a place he fits in. What he actually gets is another story entirely.
“Fuck the customer,” Yamaguchi sings vehemently. “Which, may I tell you, is harder than it sounds. Do you know how long I’ve been trying to get into Tsukishima’s pants?”
“No, but I’m sure you do.”
“Eight months, two weeks and five days,” Yamaguchi moans, emerging with a bag of instant in one hand. “But it’s like he’s totally blind. I don’t know what those glasses of his are doing, but it certainly isn’t their job, because I have been making myself obscenely clear.”
When I was about 15 (I’m 18 now), I took a trip with my Dad from Texas (where I’m from) to Michigan to visit my aunt, uncle and 2 cousins. The night after we got there, my uncle took my dad to a baseball game. So I was at my families house with just me, my aunt and 2 little cousins. At about 9 o'clock that night , I went out into the garage to grab the rest of my bags from my aunts van…
I grabbed my stuff and right before I were to step on the first step leading into the house from the garage I heard knocking on the garage window. I turned and noticed that it was my dad wearing sunglasses….at night…
“Dad?” I said. “What’re you doin? Where’s Uncle Toni?”
~This next part will forever be burned into my memory.~
He didn’t say anything, all he did was put a large smile on his face and then started to point at something behind me.
I turned and looked behind me to notice that he was pointing at the garage door button.
“Oh. You want me to open the garage door?”
My dad nodded, still pointing.
Right before I pressed the button, my finger lingering inches away from the glowing yellow button,
I got this weird feeling in my stomach..a mix of butterflies and fear. Something was telling me not to open that door. “Don’t press that button, Andi. Dont” . That’s what I heard going through my head..
So I went with my gut feeling and didn’t open the door.
I turned and looked at my still smiling dad
“No, dad. I won’t open the garage door”
As soon as I said that, he slammed his fist against the window, and the facial expression of my dad changed. I can’t even explain how mad he looked. (Even behind the sunglasses, I could feel the anger and hatred.)
My dad stopped smiling and dropped his hand.
Him still staring at me, he picked his hand back up and I remember seeing really long nails, and his hand had a gray tone to it.
Staring at him, frozen in place as I watched him drag his long nails across the window making a loud, nails on a chalk board sound.
I ran straight into the house and into the living room where my aunt and 2 cousins were sitting, watching Finding Nemo.
I sat on the couch, staring down at my feet. And I remember my aunt looking at me with a bit of panic asking me if I were okay, and why I looked so white. And I just remember asking her to pray with me, and so she prayed with me and stayed up with me until my dad got home.
That night when they got back, I calmed down enough to explain to all of them what had happened, and the next day we went outside to look at the garage door and you could still see 3 scratch marks going down the window..
I actually even recently called them to wish my aunt a happy birthday about a week ago, and I happened to ask about the scratch marks and my aunt said that they were still there..
When I got back to Texas, I decided to do a little research, and I read that some Demons aren’t strong enough to completely change some parts of their bodies.. mostly it being their voices and eyes. (Somethin like that) Hence why my ‘Dad’ never spoke and why he wore sunglasses.
Fuck Yeah Nightmares Mod James:10/10 Even though there are two other people in this room, cash cab is playing in front of me, I’m listening to music to drown out the cash cab, I still found this scary as hell, I’m really happy. That doppelganger business is ridiculous. Thanks for sharing the scares!
I like this one a lot because Auston is my babe. I would defend this boy with my life ok? Anyways, please remember my requests are always open and i am a huge fan of positive criticism.
“Just roommates? Are you sure?
You’re definitely his type so I don’t think you’re just roommates.” That’s all you’ve heard since the minute you
picked up Auston’s sister Alexandria from the airport. She just didn’t seem to understand why the
two of you shared an apartment and she continued to ask.
“How many times do I have to say that your brother and I
are only roommates, friends too I guess but definitely just friends” you say
turning up the radio so she wouldn’t say anything else.
“See, perfect example” she says reaching out and turning
the radio down “he blasts the radio so I shut up, it doesn’t usually work.”
“I think most people do that, well here we are” you smile
parking the car in your regular parking spot “thank goodness” you add quietly.
The ride in the elevator up to yours and Auston’s
apartment was quiet, thankfully, and you were thankful to be home until you
realized Auston wasn’t home. Still at
practice, the reason he couldn’t pick his sister up. So, you decided to be a good roommate/friend
and pick up his sister.
“Would you like anything to eat or drink?” You ask
politely helping carry in her bags. For
someone only staying a week she had a lot of bags. “Auston should be back soon, practice was
over at 2:00 and it’s 3:00 now.”
“We can just wait and go out for a late lunch thing” she
smiles sitting down on the couch. “So,
what do you do? This doesn’t seem like a
very cheap place”
Is she asking if you and Auston share the rent
equally? Is she insinuation that you’re
mooching a place to live off Auston.
“I’m a student, and I work part time and my parents also help me out a
little bit” pausing before I continue “If you’re asking if I pay equal rent I
“Alex you’ve been here an hour and you’re already pissing
off my roommate” thank goodness Auston got back now, Alexandria is a lot to
You retreat to your room letting them have a little alone
time since it’s been so long since they’ve seen each other. “(y/n)” Auston yells from the living room
“we’re going to lunch, come on.”
What? You had
assumed lunch was going to be a sibling thing, why were you being asked,
scratch that told. Never the less you
grab your phone, wallet, and jacket, meeting Auston and Alexandria in the front
room. “Sorry, I didn’t realize this
wasn’t a family thing.”
“(y/n) you’re Auston’s girlfriend you are family”
Alexandria shakes her head.
“Sorry my what?” Auston nearly yells looking directly at
you as if you did something wrong.
“Ok Auston no need to look at me like I have ten heads,
she’s been going on about us dating since the second she got in my car” you say
slipping into your shoes “plus would me being your girlfriend be that
bad?” One look at his face causes you to
break out laughing, causing him and Alexandria to laugh as well.
You and Auston have a regular friend/roommate
relationship, with a few tequila induced, deep secret confessions here and
there and sure he’s an attractive guy but you would never feel ‘that’ way about
the Leafs number one rookie. You
couldn’t because he would never feel that way about you.
Lunch went by with a lot of questions, Alexandria making
comments about you and Auston dating, but mostly laughing at Auston’s expense
thanks to Alex’s stories about Auston’s childhood and some more recent ones too. Alex had passed out around 11:00, after a
long day of travelling you were a little surprised she made it that long.
went to be shortly after but spent ages tossing and turning. Deciding it’s pointless you get up to use the
washroom you pass Auston’s room noticing the light still on. Blaming it on your sleepy brain you knock
quietly on his door when a quiet “come in” results you open it standing in the
still awake?” he asks concern laced in his voice and your heart flutters. Boys didn’t usually show much concern for
you, especially boys like Auston. “Is
couldn’t sleep so I got up and saw you light was on” why did you knock on his
door in the first place? “Why are you
much going on in my head. Come in, I
don’t want to wake Alex up” he says patting a spot on his bed for you to sit.
you stressing yourself out about hockey again?” This is how conversations have
started before. When Auston was in a
scoring draught you talked to him and cheered him up, when every time he got a
point the Leafs lost and he thought he was a curse you talked to him and
cheered him up, when Matt Martin got into a fight for him and he hated himself
for it you cheered him and countless other situations too,
just thinking about some stuff, nothing to worry about.”
“If it’s keeping you up it is something to worry about”
you say quietly while pushing his hair back, a habit you picked up because it
annoyed you when it fell over his face “Do you want to talk about it?”
“Just what Alex was saying about me and you” he paused
laughing a little “she’s crazy.” BANG!
Did someone just shoot you in the heart?
Because that’s definitely what it felt like. Every muscle in your body stiffening. Auston took notice because his hand turned
your face to look at him before continuing.
“Unless she’s not crazy and what she said isn’t crazy and maybe me and
you dating isn’t so far fetched.”
“I take back my previous statement asking if you wanted
to talk about it” you say quickly starting to get up but all your efforts being
halted when Auston grabs your hand.
“No way, I started there’s no way this conversation isn’t
happening. But if Alex is crazy and you
have absolutely no feelings for me we can pretend this never happened” do you
have feelings for him, that’s the question here. “Judging by the pink in your cheeks and the
fact that you’ve moved closer to me, and haven’t moved back when I moved closer
to you, I don’t think that you think Alex is crazy.”
Wow, the both of you are really close. So close you can feel his breath on your
face. When the hell are you ever going
to get this chance again? Based on this
you make the decision to just close the space between the two of you and kiss
him. You kiss Auston Matthews. The kiss is sweet and tentative neither of
you really sure it’s happening.
“I knew it!” is what causes you to pull away “That
happened a lot quicker than I thought it would but I knew you two would be
“Go away Alex!” Auston yells throwing a pillow at
“I guess now you can go to sleep since we’ve cleared this
whole thing up?” you ask him starting to get up from his bed.
“I’m doing anything but sleeping now thanks to you” he
laughs pulling you back down on his bed and bringing your lips back to
“No sex while I’m here” Alex yells out again causing you
to laugh and Auston to tell her to shut up again.
A/N: its been a while since i posted part 2, but part 3 is now here. please remember that this has all been what happened a week ago, and we’re slowly going into the present tense. there will be a note when it’s present time but you can pretend the it isn’t there because it doesn’t actually matter, anyway enjoy.
“Why do you make things so difficult all the time?” He questions and I scoff at him in anger. “Are you fucking kidding me? You chose to come with me. Not my fault.” I growl back, continuing to throw my shit into a bag. It had been two days since my last encounter with Dylan, since I told Tyler I was pregnant, and since Hoech told me he’d come with me to pick my things up from my old apartment. However, here I am with Dylan, instead. The moaning man child that has only grown more attractive by each passing day.
Summary: AU. When a major account is on the line at work, reader is forced to revisit some old connections at her ten year high school reunion for a chance at success. Will she let the past consume her, or will she see the future in her grasp?
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader
Word Count: 2,327
Warnings: language, snark, memories of cheaters
A/N: I have no words. Bucky Barnes continues to keep my attention. Hopefully you guys like this!
Arthur’s holding up the sign, looking annoyed, and pointing very forcefully at the overflowing waste bin attached to the wall. When the trash isn’t taken out, sometimes it gets into the water, which upsets Arthur, which is kinda, sorta fair.
Alfred extracts the bag from the bin, some force needed as it’s keen on sticking, and wades out of the kitchen, exiting through the back and walking up the steps to solid ground. Throwing the bag in the dumpster a dozen yards out, he returns, walks down the steps, and wades back into his home.
When Alfred had agreed to a cohabitation experiment, he had had in mind Arthur in some sort of tank in a home, maybe something that could span several rooms, or possibly, an arrangement at the aquarium.
Instead, he was driven out to a house they had hastily constructed out of non-water-soluble materials and half flooded. Alfred had been assured it was safe, had been given some boots, gloves, and rubber fishing pants, and had been told he could move in immediately.
Did his family and friends judge him for moving into this questionable water home with the merman he’d unofficially eloped with?
i unfuked my habitat today! my room was a real mess, im not a clean maniac by any means but things had gotten out of control, it has been almost 2 months since i invited anyone to my room because i felt ashamed of how bad the mess was (non show in the photos are the 7 black bags of trash i took out, i got ride of a lot of thing i had accumulated over time) it’s still a work in progress and the harder part will be keeping it this way, but im pretty proud of what i have already archived
Description – The reader meets
Newt in their first year at Hogwarts and their friendship goes through the
years at school.
A/N – I was up at 5AM with this
in my head and I finished it at 10AM but then I had to go to work so I couldn’t
upload it till now. 8 pages long, so proud. I’m thinking of doing a part 2 with
the ball itself, what do y’all think?
Your heavy bag weighed you down
as you pelted down yet another identical hallway to your next Charms class. If
you didn’t hurry, then you would most certainly be late once again and that was
something that you really couldn’t afford right now. You constantly tried to be
a good student but with all the moving staircases, trick doors, and such, it
really didn’t take much to disorient a clumsy student such as yourself.
As time marched forward, you
pressed on, struggling to keep pace as you ran out of breath. It was when you
ran around a corner that you slammed into another student. Both his books and
yours skidded across the stone floor.
“S-sorry.” The boy stuttered,
hurrying to reach his scattered notes with shaking hands.
“No, it was my fault, I’m sorry.”
You apologised, helping gather everything up, no longer caring if you were late
to your lesson; you had always been raised to believe that if you created a
mess then you should stop and help fix it.
The boy couldn’t find the words
to respond. Nobody had ever apologised to him before, mainly because they all
found him to be weird. It surely meant that you didn’t know who he was then
because no one in their right mind would apologise to the “Freak of Hogwarts”
You looked down to his books, the
main titles were ones such as, “The Heroism of Killing a Creature” by Vladimir Greystock,
“The Only Uses of Animal Parts” by Henrietta Bagmiles, and “The Trapping of
Magical Creatures” by Elie & Brunhilda Gardham.
“Jeez, that’s a lotta books about
killing creatures. Why do you want to hunt them so badly?”
Newt was taken aback by the
question, it meant that unlike the other students, you really didn’t know who
he was or about his interest in preserving the lives of magical creatures, “I-
I don’t. I-it’s just that the material on magical c-creatures is somewhat
sparse and the only people who know w-where they are do so b-because they
h-hunt them. I-I-I’m going to change that.”
It was only after the bold
statement that Newt lost his little confidence again, he was awaiting the
taunting laughter, name calling, or some other such manner of teasing; perhaps
a hex or jelly-legs jinx of some form.
“Wow,” you beamed a toothy grin,
“That’s really cool. I’m (Y/N).”
You stuck out your hand, Newt
recoiled momentarily, wary of some new form of prank. You waited patiently and
after about a minute he gently grasped your hand, you shook it heartily. For a
fleeting second Newt dared to look you in the eye, he was astounded when he
found your gaze to hold no malice or contempt, just genuine happiness that he
had shook your hand.
“So, do you have a name or am I
stuck to calling you new friend?”
“Yep, we shook on it, didn’t we?”
“R-right. I’m Newt Scamander.”
“Newt? That’s a funny name.”
“Yeah, I like it though. Muggles
don’t have names like that, but I’m finding that a lot of witches and wizards
have great names like that.”
You nodded, unashamed, despite
some of the mean comments you had received due to your heritage; it seemed that
you were one of only a small handful of muggle students, perhaps that would one
“It’s okay though,” You beamed
with pride, “because I’m in Hufflepuff and they haven’t had much to say about
it. Hey, check out your tie, I guess you’re in Hufflepuff too. How come I
haven’t seen you in the common room before?”
“Oh, I um, I usually spend time
in the l-library. S-so who bullies you? Is it the S-slytherins?”
“Hmm, no, not in particular. It’s
mostly Gryffindors, I guess all that bravery gives them something to hide
behind. We’ll see how they hide from a good hit in the nose though, see ‘em try
to magic their way out of that. Say, are we going to just sit on the floor and
talk or are we going to head somewhere comfier? How about the common room?”
Newt swallowed, he had never had
a friend, not even one in his own house. If you were truly his friend then
surely, he could confide something, albeit something small, other things would
come later, “I don’t f-find the common room to be all that c-comfortable.”
“Oh… Well how about the owlery?
Since you like animals so much. I’d say the paddock but I’m not supposed to be
seen right now, seeing how I’m accidentally missing class right now, never mind
though. Better to ask forgiveness than permission.”
“Okay… The owlery then.”
It had taken almost an entire
year but Newt finally stopped stuttering around you. Mostly. To say he had a
small crush on you would be an understatement. He adored the way you listened
to all his ramblings, even when they just tapered off into a comfortable
silence. Then there was the way you always remained loyal to him despite what
the others told you about his strange ways, although he wished you weren’t so
confrontational about it. Once someone had cursed him with a spell that made
him trip into the mud whenever he tried to walk. By the time you found him,
there was quite a crowd gathered and you had received a detention for punching
the boy who had done it as well as throwing his wand into the lake; it took the
teaches quite the effort to convince the merpeople to give it back. Another
thing that added to Newt’s adoration of you was the many times you’d covered
for him with the other teachers; Newt would often wander into the Forbidden
Forest until the late hours of the night, it was at these times that you would
create some excuse of where he really was or what he was doing.
As a way of thanks, Newt had taken you
to the Forbidden Forest more than once to show you some of the creatures he had
met. On occasion, you would help him build nests for the various unusual
creatures that inhabited it. You even sometimes helped write notes on the
creatures’ behaviours and lifestyles.
Newt couldn’t tell you his
feelings of course. If he did that would surely be the end of him. He expected
that a hole would appear on the ground to swallow him up; after all, stranger things
had been known to happen.
“Newt?” You approached him in the
owlery, disrupting his many wonderings.
“(Y/N)!” He squeaked, falling off
the wall he had been perched on.
You snickered, offering a hand to
help your fallen comrade.
“W-what are you doing here?”
“I looked for you in the paddock
but you weren’t there so I rushed over here instead.”
“Because you’re my friend and
today’s super important.”
You eyed up Newt incredulously,
“Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten.”
You shook your head in disbelief,
then pulled a card out of your cloak, “Happy Birthday Newt.” You rejoiced
loudly, sending a couple of the owls into a panicked frenzy.
Fresh tears hit the back of
Newt’s eyes as he took the card with tentative hands. He never made much of a
fuss on his birthday since nobody else did, you on the other hand had been
planning the day for months, awaiting it with eager anticipation.
“Come on, open it, open it, open
it.” You bounced up and down on the spot.
Newt did and found a card with a
Beagle puppy in a party hat with a colourful ‘Happy Birthday’ at the top. The
inside had a crudely drawn stick figure with the word ‘Bowtruckle’ written next
to it, followed by lots of X’s.
“(Y/N)…” Newt was almost
speechless. “It’s lovely, thank you. I-I think it’s broken though, the- the
pictures aren’t moving.”
“Oh, yeah, that’s supposed to be
like that. Muggle cards don’t move.”
“Oh, right.” Sometimes Newt
tended to forget that you were muggle born, “Hey um, what are the X’s?”
“They’re kisses, silly.”
“Yep,” You continued, oblivious
to the Newt’s growing panic, as well as the red spreading over his cheeks that
wildly contrasted his ashy brown hair, “We put them in our cards when we’re
friends or family with people. Don’t wizards do that?”
“I-I-I’m not entirely sure. I
d-don’t often s-send cards.”
“Hey, you’re stuttering, are you
okay? Oh, are you unwell?”
You placed your hand on Newt’s
forehead. He backed up as far as he could against the wall, leaning as far as
he could. “Come on Newt, stay still, you’re too tall for me to reach up there.”
You pandered, “If you’re unwell it’s okay, we can go to the hospital wing.”
“I-I’m fine, I just liked the
card, that’s all.” Newt’s voice was still fairly squeaky until you relented and
backed off, giving him some room to breathe.
“Alright. Oh, I need to give you
“Y-you got me a gift?”
“Of course I did, now close your
eyes, I left it at the bottom of the stairs so you wouldn’t see it.”
Newt did as ordered while you
hefted his gift up the spiral staircase. You set the gift down in front of him
with a light thud. “I uh, couldn’t find anything to wrap it in,” You stated,
“but you can open your eyes now.”
Once again, Newt followed your
instruction. In front of him sat a brown suitcase. He reached out for it
delicately, stroking the smooth leather in awe, “(Y/N), it’s beautiful.”
While Newt truly did find it to
be the best thing he had ever received, he would have said the same thing about
any item presented to him by you, even if it were just a leaf you liked; any
gift from you was sure to be precious.
“That’s not the best part.” You
twitched excitedly. “It’s enchanted, you can climb in it and everything. Not
sure why you would, but you never know. It’s so you can travel like you wanted.
I know you can’t really use it now but when you’re older you can go everywhere
and have enough room to keep, like an entire house in there. There’s even a
muggle mode so they won’t catch on.”
Newt looked up to you guiltily,
“(Y/N)… Those kinds of enchantments don’t come cheap… How much did you-”
“Not another word Scamander, this
is my gift to you – no returns or exchanges. The cost doesn’t matter.” You
folded your arms to show that you meant it. It truly didn’t matter that you’d
saved up for the better part of a year to buy him the gift, your logic being
that you didn’t have any other friends to buy for since they avoided you
because of Newt.
“Thank you (Y/N), thank you.”
Newt wanted to hug you for the
thoughtful gift, instead he reached out, unsure of what to do, pulled back his
hand temporarily, then settled for patting your shoulder awkwardly. You smiled
brightly, as far as you were concerned Newt had practically jumped on you in
his own way; any form of contact was his very own, anxious way of showing
Newt searched the castle grounds
frantically for you. He had heard about a particularly rough interaction
between you and another student over your muggle heritage and although the
stories of what had happened changed between each passing student, one thing
was for sure, you hadn’t come out on top.
“Excuse me. Pardon me. Please let
me through.” Newt rushed past the milling students, searching over the tops of
their heads in the hope of finding the merest glimpse of you.
“Oy, creature lover, looking for
that filthy excuse of a date you have?” A Slytherin heckled, much to the
delight of several other students.
Newt froze in front of the
Slytherin, wishing that he could be braver or even simply look the other
student in the eye, “(S)he’s not my- Never mind… W-where i-is (s)he?”
The student sneered, proceeding
to take the mick out of Newt’s stutter, “T-t-try the b-b-b-broom closet where
all the l-l-losers b-b-belong.”
Newt rushed to the nearest broom
closet where he could hear you whimpering from within. The throng of students
had since dispersed, each heading to their own classes.
“(Y/N), is that you in there?”
Newt called through the door.
“Go away.” You yelled through a
“(Y/N), please come out. At least
tell me what happened, please? I promise there’s no one else here, it’s just
“No. Go away Newt. I don’t want
“I’m not leaving (Y/N), not until
you tell me what happened.”
There was a long pause before you
answered. “I lied to you.”
“Every time I said it didn’t hurt
when I got called names. Why does it even matter what my parents are? WHY DOES
EVERYONE HATE MUGGLES?”
“… I don’t hate muggles. In fact,
I think muggles are wonderful. (Y/N), I’ve seen you fight your way through
three years of this, whatever’s happened now can’t be too bad really can it.
Now come on, come out here.”
“I’m not coming out.”
“Then let me in.” The words came
out as a frantic plea.
There was no sound for what felt
to Newt like an eternity, during which he feared he had lost you. Then, much to
his relief, he heard the latch click open. When Newt entered, he slammed the
door behind him, locking it as promised. The second he saw your face he knew
the reason you were so upset. Words such as ‘freak’, ‘pathetic’, ‘worthless’,
and worst of all ‘mudblood’ were scrawled over every inch of your face with a
scabbing spell; the resulting scabs leaving trails of blood mixed with tears
down your previously smooth skin.
“Oh (Y/N).” Newt whispered,
reaching out cautiously.
The gentle tone of his voice
brought on a fresh bout of tears, you collapsed into his arms. Newt held you
tightly against him, slowly lowering himself and you to the floor while you
wept. For once in his life, Newt never had to wonder what to do or how to do
it, the time spent with his animals had taught him to gently stroke your hair
and whisper soothingly.
It was after that day that you
allowed yourself to be more vulnerable around Newt, so long as it was just him.
In those moments, Newt was always a natural at calming you down and cheering
you up with various random facts.
When the fourth year rolled in,
the school announced that the fourth years and above would be taking part in
a Christmas Ball.
Ever since the announcement
students had flocked to their sweethearts to ask them out and in truth you
yourself had received a few surprising invites; each of which you’d turned down
in the hopes that Newt would ask you.
Newt had spent endless nights
pacing around the empty common room thinking of ways he could ask you to the
ball without stuttering or messing the thing up entirely. Should he ask you as
a friend even though he wanted to be so much more? If he asked you would he be
too scared to dance, to touch you? Would you kiss him? Would you punch him?
Could he be bold? Was it wrong to ask by owl? There were simply too many
unforeseen possibilities, too many questions. As such, he left it, convincing
himself that he would ask you the next time he saw you; it was always ‘next
The days rolled by, turning into
weeks. Most students already had their dates, outfits, and entire evenings
planned out and you were still alone, hanging your hopes on Newt. You had long
since caught onto his crush on you, he was hardly subtle about it, and from
your long time spent with him you definitely had feelings for him in return.
One week away from the ball you
were lying awake in your dormitory when you heard a crash from the common room,
followed by a muffled “Bugger.” You grinned, getting up from bed to find Newt;
it was honestly a miracle that he hadn’t woke any of the other students or if
he had then they didn’t care enough to check out the source of the sound.
When you reached the common room,
you saw that Newt had tripped over one of the many throw pillows left by the
“Lumos.” You whispered, summoning
a bright light from your wand.
Newt shifted backwards, tripping
into a yellow beanbag with a mumbled “Oh dear.”
“Newt, calm down, it’s just me.”
“(Y/N)? Oh, thank God, I thought
I was going to get in trouble for being out past curfew.”
“Yeah well… Hang on, what
happened to your shirt? Jeez Newt, you’re bleeding. Give me a sec.”
You cast your wand around the
room, lighting the candles and bringing light the room once more. Upon closer
inspection, you saw that Newt’s hair was dishevelled, he was covered in dried
mud, and that three large gashes ran from his neck to his stomach; fortunately,
they weren’t too deep.
You sighed despondently. During
your years with Newt, you had become handy with medicinal magic, learning it after
you’d seen his other injuries. Some had left scars where you had been too
inexperienced or had done a quick patch job but more often than not you had
healed him to perfection.
“Alright,” you nodded, “Take off
your shirt, let me see what I’m working with here.”
Newt turned crimson, averting his
gaze from you. Although you had seen it all before he still got embarrassed
every time you had to treat one of his injuries; mainly because it usually
involved him removing an article of clothing. Nevertheless, he did as
instructed, removing his tattered shirt and getting up to sit on the desk chair
where you usually treated him.
“How’d it happen this time?” you
asked, stroking lightly at the edge of the first scratch with your thumb to see
how deep it truly was.
“Just found out that you need to
bow to a hippogriff first. Didn’t get away in time.” Newt muttered in response.
“Ah, I see. Was it Jerry?” You
summoned a sponge and water from across the room to clean the wound before
“J-Jerry?” Newt stuttered, trying
not to focus on the shivers your warm touch brought.
“Black one with white tips, when
we were watching them I named her Jerry.”
“N-no. I-it was the g-g-grey one
“Ah, that would be Wilson. Hmm?”
“What is it? What’s wrong?”
“I could use Terago to stop any
further bleeding but healing this is tricky, maybe if I combine it with… Yes,
that should do it.”
You pointed your wand to the
injury, “Terago,” the remaining blood cleared away, “Episkey. Reparifors.”
As suspected, the three spells
combined worked to a positive effect, leaving only sore red marks where the
gashes had been.
“Alrighty then,” you grinned
proudly, “you are good to go Mr Scamander.”
“(Y/N) wait,” Newt shot up off
the chair, finally ready to ask you the question that had been weighing on him
for weeks. “I know a few people have already a-asked you but i-if you h-haven’t
answered them yet then m-maybe y-you could t-tell me, w-would you p-please… um,
would y-you uh… lend me y-your potions homework.” He finished lamely, mentally
cursing himself for being such a cowardly fool.
You released the breath you’d
been holding, shaking your head with a weak smile; clearly you were going to
have to take the upper hand. “Sure. By the way, I have something to ask you.”
“What?” he sighed dejectedly,
still disappointed in his failure.
“Would you like to go to the Christmas Ball with me?”
You raised your eyebrows, “No?”
“Not no. I mean yes but… Oh God I
ruined it. I was supposed to ask you and then you did and this is all my fault.
I couldn’t just get the courage to ask you because then it would have been
perfect and everything would have been-”
You could have watched Newt
babble the night away but you decided to end his suffering quickly, “Newt,
sweetie, calm down. It really doesn’t matter who asks who, does it?”
“Well… No, I suppose not.”
“So? Is it a yes?”
Newt reached out to hug you,
barely hesitating at all now, “Yes.”
“No chance, he’s not coming with us.” Glenn said angrily, pointing at Merle. “Fuckin’ watch your mouth Chinaman.” Merle spat. “Daryl, you don’t have to do this.” Rick said, leaning forward. “Your family now. We need you.” He added. “I ain’t goin’ anywhere without him.” Daryl said, shaking his head. Daryl walked over to the trunk of the car and took his crossbow out, along with some other things.
“(Y/N), you don’t have to go with them, come back home with us.” Glenn told you, putting more emphasis on the word ‘home’. You looked over at Daryl who was standing next to Merle, waiting impatiently for you to make your decision. He dreaded the thought that you wouldn’t chose to go with him, that would break him. This was the hardest choice you ever had to make. “I-I, I can’t leave him.” You stuttered. Your eyes began to water when you saw the look on Maggie and Glenn’s face. “Please, don’t go.” Maggie whispered, when you gave her a hug. You just shook your head, because there weren’t any words you could think of to make the situation less painful. You gave Rick, then Glenn a hug trying your hardest not to cry.
“I hope your happy man, you’re taking (Y/N) away from her family.” Glenn told Daryl. Daryl tried to ignore Glenn’s comment and Merle had a pompous smile on his face. Your heart broke when you heard Glenn and Maggie shouting for you to come back. Daryl put his hand on the small of your back and you flinched away from him. Daryl watched you walk away from him, with a scowl on your face and that scared the shit out of him. He had never seen you act this way towards him.
You were walking through the woods for about an hour, before Merle finally broke the silence. It surprised you that he waited this long to say something. You’d never met Merle until now, but from what you’ve heard he was a real asshole. “So, who’s this fine lookin’ woman that’s comin’ along with us?” Merle asked. “Shut up man, not now.” Daryl said to Merle. “No way.” Merle said when realization hit him. “Yer bangin’ my little brother ain’t ya?” Merle asked, making you roll your eyes, but you refused to acknowledge the older Dixon. “I said shut up.” Daryl growled. “Chill out Darlyna, don’t get yer panties in a wad.” Merle said. You were beyond angry at this entire situation and whenever you came across a stray walker, you would run over and shove your knife in its skull as hard as you could, trying to release the tension.
A few more minutes past and Merle got sick of the silence. “So what’s your name?” He asked. “(Y/N).” You replied shortly. “Wow, that was the name I was gonna make up for ya.” Merle said grinning at you.
“We need to find somewhere to stay, there should be a cabin nearby.” Daryl said, quickly changing the subject. “What we need is some venison.” Merle commented.
Daryl was right, there ended up being a little log cabin a mile or so away. Once the house was clear you went into one of the bedrooms and slammed the door behind you. “The fuck, is she on her rag or something?” Merle commented. Daryl ignored his brother and went over to the cabinets to see if there was any food. He was going to check on you, but decided he should let you cool off for a while. “Shit. Jackpot.” Daryl said, when he saw all the cans of food that were stacked neatly on the shelves. “Thank god, I’m fuckin’ starvin’.” Merle commented and slumped down on the couch, leaving Daryl to make a fire and heat up the food.
You heard a soft knock on the bedroom door and Daryl stepped into the room. He saw you sitting on the bed, staring blankly at the candle in front of you. “Found some food. Ya should come out and eat somethin’.” Daryl said, standing by the door. You got out of bed and brushed past him. You sat down on the floor, next to the small coffee table, refusing to sit next to Merle on the couch. You grabbed a can of beans and started to eat. You ate as fast as you could and went back into the bedroom, not giving a shit if you were being an asshole.
You took of your boots and got under the sheets, once again staring at the candle. After a few minutes the door opened and Daryl tossed his bag on the floor next to yours. You felt the bed dip down next to you and tried to scoot yourself as far away from him as you could. Daryl pushed your hair to the side and placed soft kisses on the back of your neck. You were about to moan, but you couldn’t forget what had happened this morning. “Stop.” You told Daryl. He pulled away and looked at the back of your head with a stunned expression. “Why?” He asked, as the feeling of rejection washed over him. “Just.. after everything that’s happened today.. I just..” You didn’t know what to say.
Daryl turned to lay on his back, scoffing and shaking his head. “Why don’t ya just leave then? Took ya for fuckin’ ever to make the damn decision anyway.” Daryl said harshly. Your whole body went rigid and you were absolutely furious. A few very long minutes passed and Daryl thought about what he just said to you, realizing it was a mistake. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it.” He said, placing his hand on your waist. “Don’t you dare touch me!” You shouted, jumping out of the bed. “Took me forever to make a decision? What the fuck?!” You shouted again. “You act like it was an easy choice and they didn’t mean anything to you and I know that’s bullshit. You knew I would go with you because of how much I love you and you didn’t even care about what I was feeling! I love them too you know!” You told him angrily and he looked at you, shocked at your outburst. You never acted like this before. You hurriedly pulled on your boots, not bothering to tie them and grabbed your bag, in a matter of seconds. “(Y/N) Stop!” Daryl said standing in front of the door, trying to block you from leaving. He knew you were angry and he wasn’t about to let you run off into the woods not thinking clearly.
“Get out of my way.”
Hey guys! Hope you enjoyed this. Please comment & let me know what you think & if you’d like a part 2! Drama drama drama lol
Warnings: a lot words. Some violence and guns(obviously) and mentions of a bomb. If that may trigger you, I advise you greatly to read with caution or stop reading entirely. But if you don’t, feel free to read. Some wrong grammar and spelling mistakes are there too. It’s kinda confusing to read. The italics are sometimes there for either what they’re thinking of, something they’re remembering remember just separate it from the flashbacks. I made the their texts bold to avoid confusion. i dunno guys everything’s wack i just hope you enjoy reading. thanks again xx
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader
Summary: You are a genius vigilante, misunderstood, feared and on top of the Avengers watch list. They see you as a major threat and have to be stopped. They’ve no idea you only have the best of intention but just has no idea how to express it a better way. And you like the reputation they gave you. It’s what you’re used to so you play with it. After yet another visit to the Avengers tower and being caught and then being shot. Things take a turn for you both when Steve seemed to break those walls and get to know the real you.
You help me with anything I want you to. Steve punched the bag in front of him.
When I ask, you answer. He hit it again and it swung from the impact.
You don’t get to ask questions about my own agendas. So don’t even try. Another punch and the seam on the bag opened a bit.
Whatever happens, don’t let me be caught. I don’t care if you have to lie or if you have to deceive your teammates. Compromise our little arrangement and our deal is off.
Betray me. And there’ll be consequences. A particular hard punch made the bag swung to almost a ninety degree angle.
In exchange, I’ll give you my services about everything I know about your missions. Just send me your whole file and I’ll send it back better. That’s my bargain, captain.
Isn’t that a little unfair on my part?
Of course it is. Do we have a deal? The bag swung bag, ready to hit whatever is in its way.
Deal. Steve readied himself, bracing for it.
Congrats, captain. You just made a deal with the devil. He caught the bag with his hands, not even moving a bit from the impact. He glared at the bag as he breathed heavily. He remembered their deal as if it was only yesterday. How he agreed to it with little thought in such little time was beyond him. And after a night’s rest, he realized what he did and came here to beat the frustrations out of him through something healthy like destroying yet another punching bag and enduring one of Tony’s talks about how these things doesn’t fall out of the sky.
You’d been working at this coffee shop for who knows how long. Usually, you ignored the costumers who came in, except for the occasional middle-aged woman who complained about the milk in her latte not being “frothy enough.” However one day a particular man caught your eye. He had bright red hair, the only color on his entire body as he was wearing completely black.