-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
deadass wanted to kms seeing minho meeting melania. like uhm, do ya kno, how shitty, her shit bag, of a husband, is??? i was shook that everyone was just like "omg lol he's with melania wow," like all yall really jus gon act like shes not also a part of whats wrong with america atm. idk das jus me, im disgusted and like shook B.
I agree. I didn’t post any pictures because she and her husband have personally targeted people like me and many of my followers on a varying level of grounds, whether it be on basis of sexual orientation, gender, race, ethnicity, you name it.
However, take solace in the following:
Minho did not volunteer to meet Melania. Minho was slated to appear at this event months ago; the purpose of the event was to promote women and girl’s athletics. The underlying reason was to get people excited for the upcoming Winter Olympics, and big names were present at the event.
Minho, then, was at this event to encourage younger girls to follow their dreams of athletics, irrespective of what society tells them they should do; the summary of his speech was, if you wanna be an athlete, follow your dream and don’t let society tell you no.
So why was Melania there?
Well, the event took place at the home of the U.S. Ambassador to South Korea, who hosted the event. The Trumps are currently on an Asia tour and while Minho has been slated to appear at this event for several months, Melania has not. Melania was there because Cheeto-in-Chief was speaking to South Korea’s current president, Moon Jae-In. Her speech discussed the importance of teamwork in sport, and she advocated for allowing girls equal access to sports facilities before encouraging those present to tune in to the WInter Olympics this February to see what countries would win the gold.
Now, my opinion on this is, as always, Melania is tone deaf. Because of Scrooge McDuck’s laundry list of sexist comments, actions, and legislature, her words hardly mean a damn thing. But on top of this, she is not addressing the real issue like Minho is. Melania’s comments imply women do not have access to sporting facilities in Korea. Korea has a big sexism problem when it comes to many issues. However, people, irrespective of gender or race, have equal access to facilities. Minho addressed the real problem; there is a very negative culture around women in athletics. Minho’s words, which encouraged young women to defy societal expectations and be who they truly want, actually addressed this issue by, for one thing, getting the problem right, and for another, advocating for real change.
So, yeah. Minho was slated to be there before she was and he handled the topic at hand far better than she did. I hope people are not upset with Minho for this, because Melania’s appearance and words were not something he had any say in (and did you see the way he physically recoiled when she touched him?).
There’s a big difference between (incorrectly) pointing out a problem and saying “Girls can play too!” like Melania did (those are exact words), versus encouraging people to be a part of what CHANGES it. And that’s exactly why Minho nailed it.
A/N: This was completely unplanned and I blame @like-a-bag-of-potatoes for everything that is to follow. But congrates I am posting 2 things tonight. This and part 2 to my GoT series in a bit.
I forced @percywinchester27 to beta this idiocy for me, so thanks for letting me be bossy and being a good girl, doing what I ordered Ana :P ;)
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Dean stood with his phone pressed against one ear and the gas pump in the other, completely frozen as he tried to process what Y/N had just said.
“You broke my brother?” Dean asked dumbfounded only to have Y/N hiss back at him through the phone.
“I didn’t say I broke him! I said I can’t get him off the floor!”
Dean couldn’t help but smirk now, trying to imagine what the hell Y/N had asked Sam to do to throw out his back. She had been on a cleaning rampage the past few days trying to catalogue everything in the Bunker. Sam knowing the place inside out had taken the heat of it while Dean had managed to sneak out on supply runs every once in awhile.
“So what you are saying is, where the British dickbags and freaking Lucifer failed, little Y/N succeeded,” Dean teased while getting back into the Impala, holding the phone away from the his ear, fully expecting the scream that appeared right on cue.
“This is not funny, Winchester! Get back here, and help me get your brother to the freaking hospital, you idiot,” she bellowed through the phone, “and I didn’t break him!” She concluded before hanging up the phone and Dean could no longer hold back his laughter.
“Poor Sammy,” he chuckled heading back towards the Bunker, with a smirk plastered on his face.
Dean headed inside as soon as he parked the car close to the entrance of the Bunker, grumbling to himself when he realized he probably had to carry his moose of a brother up and down two flights of stairs to get him to the hospital.
“Y/N? Sam? Where the hell are you?” Dean called out into the seemingly empty library.
“Down here!” Y/N answered, followed by Sam’s whining, telling her not to let Dean see him like this. Dean let out a chuckle as he headed down the hallway towards Y/N’s voice.
“Y/N what are you doing in your ro… OH GOD!” Dean turned around the second he walked into the room, but it was too late. The sight of his butt naked brother lying on the floor, face down with the ass in the air was already seared into his brain.
“Great! Forget hell, this one is gonna give me nightmares,” Dean grumbled, “get some goddamn pants on him,” Dean shuddered, quickly heading for the whiskey in the library before he knew he had to return to his nightmare and help his idiot brother off the floor.
“Dean it’s not what…” Sam called after him, making Dean close his eyes from the mental exasperation before yelling back, ignoring Y/N’s gigglefit.
“I don’t wanna know!” Dean yelled back before his eyes landed on an old ‘mating rituals’ book laying on the table. It was open on a page with the image of a man and a woman contorted into the most awkward position Dean had even seen, and he could no longer hold back his laughter.
“Points for trying, Sammy,” he chuckled, heading back towards the room, hoping his brother’s ass wasn’t the first thing he was gonna see this time. Nightmares aside, he was never gonna let his little brother forget this one.
Harry went to Charms early. It was one of the classes all the eighth years took together and Harry was fairly certain Pansy and Blaise usually sat together while Draco sat alone in the back corner. So, all he had to do was wait and then once Draco came in, he could follow him to whatever desk he choose and sit with him. Then, if Draco didn’t automatically hex him, they could talk a bit. And if that went well, he could do it again and once they were on friendly terms he could… ask him out?
Harry leaned back against the wall near the door, squeezing the strap of his bag tighter as he thought. Maybe he’d get lucky and Draco’d be pleased about the kiss too, then he could just skip straight to asking him out. He shook his head slightly, even then they needed to talk about things. Draco had been better since the war but that didn’t make everything that had happened before disappear.
He forced himself to pay more attention as students started coming in, looking for a white blond head. As the seats began to fill, Pansy and Blaise came in, Draco just behind, his nose buried in a book. Harry practically held his breath as he followed the trio up the risers. Second to last row in the back Pansy and Blaise dropped into a pair of seats, they were talking together in low whispers, a notepad full of scribbled notes between them. Draco went another row back and then walked down to the very last desk in the corner. He sat in the closest seat, so Harry couldn’t very well sit next to him without trying to slip past and his plan was already so far past the point of believability he didn’t dare. Maybe after a few chats.
Harry paused, so it wouldn’t be quite so obvious he had been following Draco and to gather his nerve. He glanced back at the other desks, only Ron and Hermione were watching him from a shared desk in the front row. Hermione nodded slightly and Ron gave him a surreptitious thumbs up.
He decided to stop thinking about it and just went, sitting in the desk and chair closest to Draco, so only the narrow aisle separated them. Draco eyebrow twitched, his mouth tightened slightly but he didn’t look up.
“Is it alright if I sit here?” Harry asked watching Draco’s expression closely.
Draco’s expression didn’t change but his shoulders tensed, “It’s fine,” he said shortly.
Harry pulled his bag onto his lap, looking for his book and setting it on his desk, quickly followed by a scrap of parchment for notes and a pen. Once that was out of the way, he went back to watching Draco.
Draco carefully removed his own things from his bag and set them up so neatly Harry thought he might be able to place a ruler between them all. He went back to reading his book, a furrow between his brow deepening as he stared at the page, eyes unmoving. He shifted his weight uneasily, leaning even closer to his book so his hair slipped down over his forehead.
Draco sat up with a huff, briskly pushing his hair back and turned in his seat so he was directly facing Harry, “What do you want, Potter?”
“To talk,” Harry said and then quickly added, “to you.”
Draco’s mouth twitched down. He shot a nervous glance down at Pansy and Blaise just below, dropping his voice to hiss, “It wasn’t my idea and I have nothing to do with it at all. Nothing, understand?”
Harry’s brow furrowed and he was about to ask Draco what he meant when Professor Flitwick came in and started his lecture. The question gnawed at Harry through the whole lecture so he wasn’t even sure what it was about when class let out. Not that he got to ask when class let out because Malfoy scooped everything into his bag and rushed out the door like he had a dementor at his heel, leaving Harry more confused than ever.
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
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.
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: Aight, here you go. Alarm part 2! Please don’t hate me. I hope this came across as I wanted it to. Enjoy!
Tom Holland and Y/N broke up!
Dream couple broke up?!
Couple goals, not anymore! Do we still believe in love?
I came out of the store and put the envelopes into my bag, I brought for them. I looked left and right before crossing the street and wrapped my coat around my body. It was cold winter morning in London and I was walking down the street to the subway when I saw him. It had been two years since I saw him last in my apartment. Face to face. I tried to avoid the media as much as possible but couldn’t outmaneuver him completely. He was a rising star after all.
After our fight, I made him leave. I changed my number and even moved to a completely new place, so he couldn’t contact me even if he wanted to. After all this time in which I started from zero again, I was happy to realize that I wasn’t feeling hurt or heartbroken anymore. I was just sad that something so beautiful ended that way.
He was walking Tessa and was looking down to his phone and while I was debating whether to say hi or not he looked up and took that choice away.
His mouth dropped and he stood his ground while Tessa was confused and pulled at her leash to keep going. I smiled halfheartedly and raised my hand to wave at him shyly. When he still didn’t move I gathered my courage together and decided to walk over to him.
“Hey!” I greeted him and left my hands in my pockets so there wouldn’t be an awkward should-we-shake-hands-or-not-moment.
“H-…uh..Hi,” he stuttered and scratched the back of his head and looked down again.
“You look…good,” he complimented me and I cracked a half smile.
“Thanks! Can’t say that about you though. Tough shoots?” I asked and he nodded while chuckling nervously.
“Yeah, you know how it is. Never done two movies at the same time. It’s kinda kicking my ass.” He chuckled and ran his fingers through his hair like he always did when he was nervous.
“Alright. Nice to see you again,” I said politely and was about to turn away to leave when he stopped me.
“Y/N! Can we-…uh talk?” He asked suddenly and I shot him a look over my shoulder. His face was pale, only cheeks and nose slightly red from the cold. One hand holding the leash of Tessa, the other one going through his hair every now and then. His eyes not able to look into mine longer than a few seconds.
“Sure,” I answered and he let out a breath of relieve.
“My apartement is around the corner, we could go there. Have a coffee-…or, or not. I mean if it’s weird. We could go to a café but I don’t think that you would want to have pictures taken with me. I mean, it’s up…”
“Your apartement is just fine, Tom,” I said and when I said his name his head shot up and he looked into my eyes, with an expression I couldn’t quite define.
“Yeah. Uh…just around the corner,” he said after gathering himself and lead the way.
My heart skipped a beat when I realized which one was his apartement. I knew this door, these steps, this doorbell. We almost moved in here together. We were sitting at the table and he made some sugary tea which we were sipping in silence now.
“So, did you finish college?” he asked as if we were best mates catching up.
“Yeah. I did, a year ago actually. I’m working now.”
“You do? How is it going?”
“Really good. If I keep receiving orders I could open up my own office in a few years. How about you?” I asked him and pushed my hair out of my face which were falling over my shoulders.
“Always rolling. As always,” he answered and we both fell into an awkward silence where we neither could look at each other nor dare to make a sound.
“I’m sorry.” He finally broke the awkward silence and I looked up to see teares in his eyes.
“I know,” I said and stirred my tea again for no reason.
“You really broke my heart,” I added not because it would change anything but because I had to say it.
“I know. I really am sorry for everything I caused you. The last thing I wanted was to hurt you. And yet, I did,” he said and I could hear his knee bounce under the table nervously.
“Well, I am fine now. I’m happy,” I said and gave him a reassuring smile. I took the mug into my right hand to take a sip, while I hid my left under the table.
“That’s good. Really.” He looked up with a sad smile on his lips and ran his hand through his hair again. “I wish I could say the same. After…we broke up, I couldn’t deal with the thought of never seeing you again. You changed your number, your apartement. It, it was like you never exsisted,” he said and I could see his hands trembling. Was it a bad idea to come here? To dig up the past? I could feel the tension grow between the two of us but neither one of us dared to say something for quite some time and the only noise was the rain hammering against the windows.
“I never got to thank you. After all I did, you still protected me from the press and did not tell them what really happened. Thank you. Even though I would have deserved every bit of hate from the media and my fans.”,he said and started fiddling with his fingers.
“I did it because I just wanted to get out. Clean cut, without the drama. And it wouldn’t have changed anything, would it?” I shrugged my shoulders and tugged my hair behind my ear to keep it steady.
“I’m sorry,” he repeated and suddenly his hand was lying on mine and I flinched away.
“I know this is unbelievably stupid of me to hope but I still wish a future for us. It was a mistake that will never happen again. And now that you finished college we could always be together. You could work from where we are and it would be…”
“I’m getting married.” I blurted out and interrupted him mid sentence. His mouth dropped and his eyes widened, trying to understand what I just said and I panicked.
“I’m engaged. He was my neighbor at my new place. I’ll be marrying Chris in a month.” I pulled my left hand out from under the table and laid it on top of my right, showing the diamond engagement ring on my ringfinger.
“I-…Congratulations,” he said, while staring at my hand and was still not able to process what I was telling him. Another awkward silence spread between us and I felt incredibly awefull.
“I should go,” I said and stood up while shouldering myself into my coat at the same time.
“Thanks for the tea. It was nice to see you again.” I said and was about to rush out when he gathered himself together.
“No, wait! I-…Are you happy?” With him, he wanted to add but even though he did not say it , I knew what he meant.
“We’re not going to do this Tom.” I shook my head and he shook his head as if he was waking up from a trance.
“Of course. That was-…I’m sorry. I’m happy for you,” he stuttered and I shoved my hands back into my pockets.
“Good bye Tom.”
Tom thought that he would never see you again after you rushed out of his apartement. Fled, really. He was devastated to a point that he could not breath after you left and he had to sit down to calm his nerves.
Weeks past and Tom came home from the grocery store when he found an envelope in his mailbox. He took it inside and what he saw when he opened it, made his knee tremble and a gasp escaped his mouth.
I’m sorry that I fled that day. You deserved a more detailed explanation but I was afraid and certainly not ready. This may seem bizzare to you but I would be really happy to see you at my wedding. No I’m not delusional like most people thought when they heared what I had decided to do. I need you to see that I am happy, so you can move on and be happy too. If you still care for me just a little bit I’ll see you at my wedding. I hope you do.
Attached to the letter was an invitation.
It was past midnight. The wedding was almost over, only family members hanging around, chatting in distance, slightly drunk. Tom didn’t have the courage to show up earlier, with the mass staring at him and your family judging him. He was wearing a casual tuxedo when he arrived at the place and he was hoping that you did not leave yet. The darkness allowed him to melt in with the shadows so no one recognized him while he made his way to the tent, which was arranged beautifully. He was sure that you loved it. As he entered the tent his heart sank for a moment when he couldn’t see a bride. It was very bright inside, white and gold were the dominant colours. It wasn’t overpowering but still elegant, just how you liked it. Music was playing in the distance creating a cozy and peacefull mood. It was empty until someone appeared from the other side of the tent and stared directly at Tom.
He was taller than Tom, had darker hair than him and piercing blue eyes. Handsome for sure. Tom knew right away that he was the groom, no doubt. As of the groom, he knew exactly who was standing infront of him.
“You came,” Chris said and walked slowly towards Tom with an unreadable expression on his face.
“Even if it’s almost over,” he added when they were standing right infront of each other and Tom nodded slightly.
“I’m Chris,” he introduced himself with no anger or hatred to Toms surprise and reached out his hand for Tom to shake it.
“Nice to meet you. Congratulations,” Tom said awkwardly and shook the grooms hand.
“I know that this is not the most common situation. Having the ex at a wedding who just happens to be a moviestar,” Chris said and shoved his hands into his pockets while looking at his feet, his shoulders tense.
“I know. I wouldn’t have come if she didn’t want me to.”
“Yeah.” Chris furrowed his brows trying to find the right words but it was pointless. He let out a sigh and looked up into Toms eyes.
“Look. I know what happened between you two. I was there to pick up the pieces and put them back together. It was not my intention to marry her, hell we were just neighbors at first but we developed feelings. Really deep ones, rooted, based on trust. And that’s why I was okay with her inviting you. She is finally happy. The smile on her face that I saw today was the most genuine smile I have ever seen from her. But she needs to close the chapter which you guys left open, for her own health and happieness. So please don’t ruin it.” Chris was genuine and kind while asking him but Tom did not miss the threatening undertone.
“I won’t.” Tom couldn’t say more, there was a lump in his throat.
“Alright. I’ll go get her,” he said and patted Toms shoulder awkwardly.
“And thank you. For coming,” he added before leaving to get you. Tom followed him with his gaze and when he turned around the corner he saw you. There you were in a long, white, silky dress, elegantly hugging your curves in all the right places. Your hair was in a updo, only some streaks falling down softly from the sides, showing the affects of the long day. You were holding a glass of champagne and currently laughing at something your friend said, throwing your head back, eyes wrinkling slightly, showing your white teeth. A genuine laugh, from the bottom of your heart.
When Chris reached you, your smile changed. It was still genuine but filled with innocent love and understanding. Your eyes were glowing and in the golden light you looked like an angel to Tom. You wrapped your arm around his waist and leaned against his side while he wrapped his arm around your shoulder, his hand resting on your arm. You looked up to him and leaned in to give him a kiss and that was the moment Tom couldn’t bare looking anymore and looked away into the distance. His heart dropped a beat and he felt like someone was strangling him.
When Tom gathered himself together and dared to look up again he saw you directly looking at him. Your mouth slightly ajar, your hand still resting on Chris’ arm. You broke the eyecontact first and looked up to Chris. You cupped his face with one hand and Tom could see you say something to him which made both of them smile. You leaned in to give him a quick kiss on his cheek before you pulled away and walked over to Tom, while Chris led everyone out of the, almost empty, tent.
“May I have this dance?” you asked with a playfull, soft voice and reached your hand out for him to take it and a sad smile appeared on Toms face.
He took your hand and rested his other one on your waist while yours was on his shoulder. You put your chin on his shoulder and closed your eyes while you slowly stepped back and forth to the music in the background.
“I’m happy that you came,” you finally said and he chuckled nervously.
“You look stunning. Wouldn’t miss it,” he joked halfheartedly and made you chuckle too while your cheeks blushed.
“Shut up. Don’t jinx it!”
You two fell into a peacefull silence where time seemed to stop and it was only you two. It was in that moment you had a realization. You were happy. There was no more broken pieces in your chest. Finally, after two years, you felt whole and at peace. You were happy with who you were and with whom you’d spent your life with.
“I forgive you, Tom,” you whispered into his ear and you could hear him holding his breath while his body tensed up.
“And you should forgive yourself too,” you added while pulling away. The dance was over.
“Because if you don’t, you’ll never find happieness and I believe from the bottom of my heart that you deserve to be happy. No matter what happened in the past. I’m happy now, you should try it too. I should even thank you, for helping me find my soulmate. Even if it happened on bad conditions.”
You could see him tear up and so were you.
“I love you Tom. Always will,” you said and started backing away with a peacefull smile on your face.
“I love you too. Always will,” he answered and you could see a tear escaping and rolling down his cheek.
And with that you turned around and left the tent to go to your newly wedded husband whom you loved more than anything in the world. Finally the chapter was closed.
Tom was left behind but the strange thing was that he felt light. Like a weight was lifted from his shoulders and he could finally breath again. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes before turning around to also leave the tent and his past behind.
He finally could start a new chapter. Both of you could.
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!
“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
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?
A/N: Part 2, y'all. ✌🏻️ You can read this as a standalone or go over and read Part 1, ‘Imagine admitting you want to marry Chris while you’re drunk.’ Whatever you feel like, this is for your enjoyment; you don’t have to feel obligated. Also- I’ve decided to make this a four part thing, maybe five if I decide to write the wedding. Inbox me if you want to be tagged to this mini-series. Anyhooooo, that’s all I have to say. Bisous 💋
You awoke with the world’s worst hangover; it wasn’t the first time but it’d been a long time since you’d one with this level of discomfort. You’d heard the saying ‘it hit me like a train’, now you were actually experiencing it. You couldn’t remember much of last night, you just knew you partied a little too hard at Carly’s bachelorette party. You couldn’t even remember how you got home, you suspected it was Luca- your best friend and only sober member- that put you in a cab. You made a mental note to call her, as well as Chris, to inform them that you were in fact alive.
You opened your eyes and immediately closed them again, wincing at the tiniest amount of sunlight peeping through the blue curtains. Blue curtains? Weren’t your curtains purple? You were in too much pain to take a second look; you weren’t overly concerned, you were sure it was just your hangover messing with your vision. You groaned and grabbed the nearest pillow, burying your face in blackout darkness because somehow closing your eyes weren’t enough. Fatigue and nausea washed over you, finalizing your decision to stay in bed all day. A bed that- oddly didn’t feel like your bed.
You pushed the pillow off your face and forced your eyes open to take in the room that was definitely not yours; you were in too much of a daze to realize it was Chris’. You sat up a little too quickly and your head spun, the urge to throw up everything you ate and drank last night overwhelmed you. You groaned and hunched over, burying your face in the bundle of sheets while pressing your fingers against your throbbing temples.
“Mornin’ sunshine.” You heard Chris’ voice and you realized you had somehow ended up at his place instead of your own. You looked up at him; he stood in the doorway with tightly pursed lips, obviously biting the inside of his cheek to suppress his urge to laugh at your misery. “How are you feeling?” He asked, a soft chuckle broke free as he walked over. “You look very beautiful.” He smiled as he teased, taking your hands in his as he sat down.
“I know, can’t you see that I’m on top of the world?” You joked and he chuckled softly; he was always sweet to keep his voice down around hungover you. “I really did it this time,” you managed a soft chuckle yourself, running a hand through your hair. You were surprised it wasn’t knotted or tainted with specks of vomit; did you throw up? You couldn’t remember. “What happened last night? How did I get here?”
“Well- according to drunk Y/N,” he began, brushing his thumbs gently up and down the back of your hands. “You can always find your way back to me.” He told you and you smiled. “I think Luca put you into a cab, there was a text from her on your phone for me.”
“Why didn’t she just text your phone?” You narrowed your eyes in confusion.
“Beats me,” he shrugged then chuckled, “she’s your weird best friend.” You chuckled at that. “Now-” he released your hands and rose to his feet. “I know you want to stay in bed all day but you need to eat something. I would bring your breakfast to you in bed but- we both know you have that insane rule of no food in bedrooms.”
“I’m sorry, do you want cockroaches and ants when you sleep?”
“C'mon,” he chuckled and held out his hand for you to take. “I got some coffee, pancakes and bacon waiting for you downstairs.” Your stomach growled with excitement at the sound of your breakfast. “Caffeine, grease, carbs, and sugar. Just what you need to get over this hangover,” he winked with a click of his tongue.
“Oh God.” You groaned and let him pull you to your feet. “Everything hurts, Chris.” You whined and rubbed your throbbing left temple when he released your hand and wrapped an arm around you. “That’s it, I am never drinking again.”
“You do realize you say that every time you wake up with a bad hangover, right?” He chuckled as the two of you made your way downstairs. Your eyes narrowed slightly at the two fully packed duffle bags by the door; one of them was yours. “Yet here we are,” he teased you and you rolled your eyes; somehow, that hurt too. “Look on the bright side, it’s Saturday and you don’t work on the weekends.”
“I’m a screen writer, as long as I’m breathing- I’m working.” You retorted and he chuckled softly. “But I don’t have to go into the studio which is good. But I do have a script to finish which-” you heaved a sigh, “I can’t seem to do, so not so good. Don’t you ever get sick of your job?” You asked, completely forgetting who you were talking to. “Right-” you pressed your lips together when you remembered. “Who could get sick of being Captain America?”
“You forget I’m not always Captain America, I’ve had my fair share of bad roles that make doing what I love a bit of a drag.” He reminded you and you sighed again. “Sweetheart, I know your work can get a little taxing but- you are doing what you love to do. Yes, you’ll get the occasional bad job but you’ve also had some really great ones. Shall I take you to your Oscar to remind you how much you love your job?”
“No,” you chuckled. “I’m very aware of how much I love my job, after all-” You looked up at him and planted a kiss on his jaw. “It is what brought us together. Don’t mind me, it’s just hangover me talking. She’s a bit of a bummer.”
“Yeah,” he chuckled, “drunk you is much more fun.” He took his arm off you as the two of you entered the kitchen. He went over to the coffee pot and poured you a cup, he creamed and sugared it before passing it to you. “Here,” he grabbed the plate of pancakes and bacon he prepared for you and put it in front of you as you took a seat at the breakfast bar.
“I’m sorry I woke you up last night,” you told him after taking a sip of your steaming hot coffee. “I bet you weren’t so happy to see me at such an ungodly hour,” you joked and chuckled softly. “Next time I go out and party without you, take your key from me.”
“Oh stop,” he chuckled. “I’m always happy to see you, you’re my girl- there will never be a bad time to see your beautiful face.” You smiled and he smiled back. “Plus- I’m an actor, ungodly hours are my sweet spot,” he shrugged nonchalantly and you laughed. “You are extremely lucky I made you take that Advil last night,” he pointed out with a smug smile, “otherwise you wouldn’t be laughing right now.”
“Can you catch me up on last night?” You placed your cup down and started cutting your pancakes up. “I’m sure I did something stupid, I always seem to do that when I’m drunk. So- what did I do this time?” You asked then forked a chunk of pancake into your mouth.
“You broke your favorite drinking glass,” he told you and your face fell at that new piece of information. “Don’t worry, I’m sure I can get Stan Lee’s team to send another one. I’ll probably ask for a plastic version so you can’t break it after a bender,” he teased and you chuckled. “But that was about it, nothing overly stupid.”
“That doesn’t sound like me, did I say anything stupid?”
“Nope,” he shook his head. “Well- you asked for Fruit Loops but- that’s not that stupid, you’re a bit of an addict when it comes to cereal.” You narrowed your eyes, pondering. “You were drunk off your face, what were you expecting from yourself? Oh- you did strip off your dress in the kitchen. That was fun for me, you were a sight to see.” He teased and you chuckled. “Not one of your best drunk moments but it was a pretty good one.”
“I’m glad you still found me amusing.” You giggled and he nodded, chuckling softly. “Hey, I’ve been meaning to ask.” You began when the image of the two duffles came back to you. “Why are there two duffles by the door? One of them is mine so- I know it’s not you going on some business trip. Are we going somewhere?” You quizzed.
“I was thinking of taking you to the cabin for the weekend,” he nodded. “I already packed everything and the car’s ready to go. I was just waiting for you to wake up to have breakfast before we leave.”
“For the weekend?” Your eyes narrowed in confusion. “But it’s Saturday and it’s-” you glanced at the clock. “Ten-thirty. By the time we get out to the cabin, it’ll be like four and we’d be exhausted from the drive. We won’t even spend a full day there 'cause we gotta get back before Monday, so what’s the point?”
“I just feel like it,” he shrugged. “Don’t be a bummer, it’ll be fun. I got a playlist and car snacks and- everything we usually get when we drive out there. Plus- I already called Scott to go out there and set things up for us, if I cancel now- he’s going to be pissed.”
“Chris, I am suffering from a major hangover and I have a script to finish writing. Do you really think now is the best time to go out to the cabin?” You asked and he nodded, smiling. “Can’t we just- go next weekend, or even wait until Christmas to go? We can get our families out there and do a whole thing. It’ll be so much more fun and less time constricted.”
“I can’t wait that long,” he shook his head.
“Why not?” You narrowed your eyes in confusion.
“I just can’t,” he answered vaguely, smiling. “Eat your breakfast while I go sort out the rest of our stuff,” he leaned over the bar top and kissed your cheek before walking out of the kitchen. “We’ll leaving in half an hour so-” he glanced back at you, “do what you need to do, take another Advil if you need.”
“You can call Alex if I don’t finish my script on time!” You called after him and winced at your own loud voice. “Honestly.” You muttered under your breath and continued to eat your breakfast as Chris picked the bags up off the floor and walked them out to the car.
He popped the trunk and unzipped his duffle, pulling away the first layer of his clothes to reveal the Tiffany&Co ring box that he’d been hiding for months now. After last night, he simply couldn’t wait any longer. There was no perfect timing, there was just the perfect person and you were his perfect person. He was ready for what was going to be the best weekend of his life whereas you were completely clueless and unaware of what was yet to come.
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.”
47:24“أفَلا يَتَدَبَّرُونَ الْقُرْآنَ أمْ عَلَی قُلُوبٍ أقْفَالُهَا” 47:24. Do they not then think deeply about the Qur’an or are their hearts locked up?
It’s not only for recitation.
It’s the book of truth, It’s the book of Allah’s never changing words, and It’s our light in this world, as muslims we are ordered to reflect upon it and ponder over it’s surahs and learn from it, In order to gain ajr, knowledge and Allah’s pleasure.
I made a plan, that I think only works for Arabic speaking people, who read the book in it’s original language, but I hope that non-arabic speaking people might get an idea from the translation too, and here it is, with a few tips that can really help.
1: Buy a copy book, one that is thick and is portable, atleast in a bag or backpack,
2 : Write in the first page a title for your kinda self made tafseer book ex : My guide to Jannah Insh’Allah, or whatever you like.
3: Make the intention to Allah that you shall start reading his book, and you are aiming to finish it, but don’t hurry, take your time , remember the purpose of your reading, remember that you will be trying to understand the ayahas and understand what each part is about.
4: Make a routine to read quran, plan to do it on a certain time, Let’s say you wake up for fajr or wake up before it to make tahajud, or just pray two rakats for Allah’s sake, read a page or two, (+do not forget your duaas- dhikr after your prayers) don’t hurry, first read it as you normally would then read carefully each ayah and with your own logic and mind capability try to comprehend the message that Allah is trying to get to you/ the information that He’s trying to inform you about/ the warning and dos and don’ts / the blessings and the support he has for you and his majestic 99 names that you get to know him through and many more.
PS : Even if this life might busy you, with work, with studies, with children, anything. Excuses are invalid when you know deep inside that you have a certain time that you waste doing things that do not benefit you and make you grow as a person, Don’t lie to yourself when you know well that you are a human being and that Allah created you to be capable of organizing yourself and your time, if not always then, from time to time is better than nothing at all.
5: If you are not able to understand a few words,buy a dictionary, arabic-arabic, arabic-english, or to whatever language you want, it’s available and I don’t think it costs much
6: (We are all obviously technology users and have phones/ laptops) this before last piece of advice/tip is very important, because many of us read surahs, but don’t know why did they descend and upon who ( the whole quran is descended upon our prophet of course but some ayats about other people) ? Google why certain Surahs descended and get informed.
7 and last: Take all your time, and don’t rush this, it can take a lifetime but remember that you aren’t reading any ordinary book, learn from the book that all humanity is blessed with and apply it to your daily life, as it will improve your life and after-life and will help you achieve many great things, and you shall feel closer to Allah and more drawn to knowing more about your beloved religion and the people who have fought for it to be spread worldwide, make the Quran your bestfriend, as It is Allah’s words, and Allah’s our Wali in the dunya and the akhirah, and He is the one who teaches us and who guides us, so please do not take it for granted and do not let this world be in your heart but in your hands
The amount of knowledge you shall gain from it is truly amazing. you fall in love with it, fall in love with Allah’s mercy and your tears, oh they shall stream down your face numerous times during this experience.