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happypety

Reblog if I can message you and befriend you

I found few amazing people here and I want to meet more, since I am incapable of making friends in real life!

(I’m shy and awkward tho, so our conversations might be weird at the beginning. But I will try my best.)

decafcoffeycup

I mean i also and awkward and strange but am willing to attempt conversation at least minutely :’)

spacemagik

I’m still salty as hell about Hannibal being canceled.

hweianime

There’s nothing more wholesome than the concept of someone being so desperately smitten they can barely think straight in front of their crush no matter how stoic/scathing/intelligent they are

baby-blossoms

Glow Stick

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader

Character Count: 2,300

Summary: Reader is attacked in an alley and wakes up the next morning in Stark Towers Emergency room. This is a soulmate AU where your soulmate’s initials are printed onto your inner wrist, and a touch from your soulmate will leave a temporary colored imprint on your skin. (Fluff)

Warnings: Attempted rape, violence, swearing, slight mentions of memory loss

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Perhaps walking down the streets of New York in the middle of the night wasn’t the best idea you had ever had. You had missed your train and couldn’t catch a break with a taxi. Making it back home from work usually wasn’t this hard. On the other hand, you weren’t usually put in a position where you were forced to work a few extra hours to make up for the trainee that decided she just wouldn’t show up to work today.

Your mind wondered to your soulmate as you examined the inside of your wrist, a small T.S. had been printed onto it from the moment you were born. That was the only thing you had to find your soulmate, his initials, and the fact that if you had skin to skin contact an imprint would be left there. Everyone’s imprint colors were different, some just got a different skin-tone, but some got genuine rainbows temporarily imprinted into their skin every time they touched their soulmate.

You frowned, pulling away from thoughts of your soulmate as you found your way home, down the darker and more desolate streets of New York. Sure, you didn’t live in the best part of town, but it was the only apartment you could afford now. Working at a book store didn’t exactly have you rolling in cash.

A scream ripped through your throat as you were abruptly pushed into an alleyway by a hooded figure. Your stomach dropped as they pinned you to the ground and quickly clamped a hand over your mouth, efficiently silencing you. Your muffled screams of terror turned to anger as you thrashed against the man, infuriated that he had the audacity to try and violate you. You weren’t particularly keen on using your mutation just yet, as it would drain every ounce of your remaining energy, and you couldn’t guarantee he would survive. Thrashing in one last effort, one of your arms broke free, and you punched him directly in the nose as hard as you could, sending him jolting away in surprise and pain.

You took the opportunity to kick violently, feeling your knee connect with his crotch, he yelped in pain, and you quickly pushed him from you with all your strength. Scrambling to your feet, you tried to run but felt a gloved hand grab your ankle. The feeling of your head connecting to asphalt was not the most pleasant in the world when he yanked your foot out from under you, and you found vision going black for a moment. Your thoughts ceased, and seconds later, you jolted awake and panicked, screaming again. The scream was loud and impossible to not be heard by anyone who happened to be near. You hoped to god someone would help you before you would have to use your mutation.

Your head pounded as you tried to lift it, your anger seemed to overtake you as your body decided enough was enough, and you had no choice but to use your mutation. Unsteadily crawling onto your knees, you saw the hooded man had recovered, and was slowly making his way toward you, a sneer on his face.

A glow started to emanate from your hands, the asphalt audibly searing from the heat that came along with it. The man hesitated, and you took your chance to throw yourself forward, tackling him by the knees. He screamed in pain as your hands burned through his clothes and into his flesh. The light started to spread into your arms and erupt from your chest. Dragging him closer to you, you spat,

“You picked the wrong girl to fuck with, buddy.”

You started to shake violently, sending off waves of heat and burning light, the man in your arms screaming in agony. You felt yourself ‘detonate’ as you liked to call it, one final explosion of light and heat radiating off your body, this one brighter and hotter than the rest.

Slowly you felt yourself stop shaking, the heat and light fading from your skin. Dragging yourself to your knees again was exhausting, and slowly getting to your feet felt like an impossible task. Panting, you stumbled backward, swaying dangerously as you blindly grabbed for support.

“Hey… are you okay?”

A shocked voice called from above. Slowly looking up, you found a man in an odd costume perched on a fire escape, you vaguely remembered something with the costumed boy on the news when you watched him gracefully drop to the asphalt. He slowly bent down to see the damage you had done to the other man,

“I guess I should be asking him…”

The boyish voice said,

“He’s not dead, but he definitely has some third-degree burns.” He muttered. You couldn’t find the energy to reply, or keep your eyes open, really. Soon enough you felt yourself falling backward, a pain shooting throughout your head when it connected with asphalt once more.

“Oh, no! Wait, hold on! Don’t black out, please! I really don’t know what to do… Yeah, hi Mr. Stark…”

The voice slowly faded as you felt your muscles relax, and the pain in your head start to vanish as sleep beckoned you into a sweet dream.

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Waking up was ungodly. You found yourself confused as to why your head hurt like hell, and where you were. You didn’t recognize the place, just like you didn’t recognize the two men and one woman in the room with you. You tried to recall anything that had happened before waking up, grasping for an explanation as to why you were in the nicest hospital you’d ever seen, and why your head hurt like hell. Panic started to rise like bile in your throat when you found you couldn’t remember a single thing from the day before.

“Where am I?” you asked, your voice dry and raspy.

“Oh, Mr. Stark, she’s awake!” The younger of the two men exclaimed, quickly walking to the side of your bed and peering at you curiously, his voice was eerily familiar to you.

“Yeah, kid, I can see that.” The older man replied, looking to you.

“You’re in the emergency room in Stark Towers, sweetheart.”

Stark Towers sounded familiar as well, so did this man, but you couldn’t quite put your finger on it.

“I can’t believe you have a medical floor in your tower- “

“Peter,” the older man sighed, “I need you to be quite for a minute.”

Peter nodded, “Right.” He said, glancing between you and the man.

“Do you remember anything from last night?”

The nurse asked. You frowned, a distinct memory of someone screaming rang through your head.

“I remember my name… Y/N Y/L/N.” The older man, Mr. Stark, seemed to perk up at the sound of your name. “I think I remember someone screaming, too.”

You whispered, and Peter nodded, eagerly responding,

“Yeah, there was a lot of screaming! You really did a number on that guy. I mean, I couldn’t see because I had to look away, the light was pretty blinding.”

The memory of a man pushing you into an alley while you screamed shot through you.

“That- that asshole! The one who…”

It was like watching a first-person movie as your memories flooded back. Your head pounded as you lost your temper, infuriated by just the memory of the man. You felt yourself start to produce heatwaves, your skin slowly starting to glow.

“She’s doing the thing I told you about, Mr. Stark.”

Peter whispered, worry clouding his face as he squinted at you, the light illuminating your skin was like walking out of a dark movie theater into midday sunlight.

“Sorry.”

You grumbled, calming yourself down slowly. Another few memories hit you as you stared at the men.

“Wait… you’re Tony Stark… the handsome iron guy!”

Tony laughed,

“Handsome iron guy, that’s new.”

You pointed to Peter, your eyes narrowing, “You’re Spiderman, aren’t you? Your voice sounds the same. You might want to fix that.”

Peter blushed,

“What? Spiderman is cool but- I’m- I’m just Mr. Stark’s intern… Peter…”

You quirked an eyebrow at his lame attempt. This was like walking into one of those ridiculous reality television shows that were always playing in the back office at your work. You nearly jolted off the bed when you remembered you had a job.

“Really, thank you for taking me in and…” you gestured to the hospital bed, “fixing me up, but I really need to go. I have a job to get to and I’m supposed to cover a shift- “

The nurse shook her head adamantly.

“I’m sorry,” she said, “but you need to rest, you can’t immediately put yourself into a stressful environment.”

Groaning, you muttered,

“Can I at least call in sick?”

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The boys and nurse had long since left you alone to process your memories of the previous night. Tony had kept his distance, eyeing you thoughtfully before he had departed, much to your confusion.

You had carefully made your way off the bed, wrapping the blanket you were provided around you, and shuffled to the window. Peering down at the city from so high was a beautiful sight, yet slightly nauseating. You wondered why they had the emergency room on such a high floor and turned away from the window. An idea crossed your mind, not a very good one, but it was an idea nonetheless. You couldn’t find your clothes from the night before, so you simply wrapped the blanket tighter around you. Peeking out of the door, you found only a deserted hallway. Inching slowly from the room, you wondered around, trying to find an elevator or even a flight of stairs. You weren’t very up to slowly descending a flight of stairs, but whatever worked.

Hearing a small commotion from what you assumed was your room, you picked up the pace and finally found the elevator in a stroke of luck a few short moments later. Frantically pushing the button to request for an elevator, you prayed that no one else might already be in it.

Sighing in relief, you entered the empty elevator when it arrived. Quickly, you stabbed the button to the first floor, sighing once again when the doors slid shut easily. You realized that you hadn’t thought your plan through very well, surely the security in the lobby wouldn’t let a barefoot disheveled girl wrapped in a blanket and hospital gown just wonder out the front door.

Your fear sparked when you saw someone had called for an elevator on the third floor, probably trying to cut you off before you could make your great escape. Panicking, you slammed your palm onto a random button, and pulling your hand away you found you had selected the tenth floor. The elevator stopped shortly and let you out. You wondered into what looked to be a living room.

“Oh, shit…” You whispered, hoping no one happened to be around. The living room was decorated with a large flat-screen tv, and some leather couches, it had what looked to be a mixture between a bar and a kitchen. Glancing back to the elevator, you found it was making its way back up to you. Hiding behind the bar sounded like a brilliant idea in that moment, probably because it was the first place your eyes landed.

The ding of an elevator arriving made you cringe, instinctively curling into a smaller ball.

“Sweetheart, you probably didn’t realize I have cameras lining this building, did you?”

You cringed again, uncurling from your scrunched-up state, and replying in a whine,

“I just wanted to go to work.”

You heard Tony laugh, his voice getting louder as he strolled closer toward your hiding spot.

“So, you thought playing hide and seek was the best idea? I should let you should know the bar is a second home to me, and it was a very poor choice in hiding places.”

You laughed and watched him walk around the bar, grinning at you playfully.

“You’re it.”

He said, moving forward, and offering a hand to help you up. You grinned, taking it, and he quickly pulled you to your feet. Your amusement turned to shock as you looked to your interlocked hands, they glowed a beautiful y/f/c.

“Tony Stark… T.S.”

You whispered in realization, your eyes widening as you looked back up to the man. His gaze soon broke away from your hands and landed on you, a breathtaking smile lighting up his face.

“Leave it to me to have a human glow stick for a soulmate.”

He murmured, making you giggle, a few tears glistening in your eyes.

“Leave it to me to have the world’s biggest smart ass as a soulmate.”

Tony laughed along with you, studying your face.

“You’re gorgeous.”

He whispered, slowly bringing himself closer to you. You smirked, bringing your free hand to cup his cheek,

“You’re handsome, iron guy.”

You replied, finally meeting him halfway. You felt Tony’s hand leave yours, his arms creeping around your waist shortly after, bringing you even closer to him. Finally breaking away from the kiss, you ran a hand through his hair, the other outlining one of his collarbones as you gazed in amazement at the glowing trail of color it left behind.

“Mr. Stark,” a small voice said, cracking slightly, “your elevator is broken… I think I pressed the button too many times.”

You turned to find Peter red faced and wide eyed, standing next to the elevator. He looked emotionally scarred. Tony chuckled, and you couldn’t help but laugh with him, leaning against his chest as he hugged you.

“I think I’ll be okay with staying here a few more days after all, Mr. Stark.”

You whispered, smiling as he softly kissed your cheek.

decafcoffeycup

see like I’ve been having a miserable fucking morning so far but like reading this made me feel so much better. This is so good, like I can’t even think of the words. I love the glowstick part, and I think Tony is portrayed exceptionally well. Bless, it’s just so good <3 <3 <3

#wonderfulwriting #mademydaythough

baby-blossoms

The Tree

Evan Hansen x Reader

Warnings: Reader is not specifically a boy or girl. Alana x Zoe is canon in this. Unedited and written nonstop from 9:00 pm to 3:00 am and I think that should be a warning in itself, Evan’s suicide attempt mentioned, some light cursing, nothing else I think, but tell me if you find anything that should be in the warning section

Character Count: 23,868

Summary: Evan Hansen Soulmate AU where you can feel the physical pain your soulmate feels, and you have a small tattoo on your wrist of what your soulmate is currently most passionate about. You just moved into town and its basically your first day of senior year and you meet Evan, your soulmate, yay! It also has a really flufftastic cheesy ending so don’t read it if you’re not into that, my friend.

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A little tree… A little oak tree to be specific. You’ve had a little oak tree on your wrist for the past eight years. Before an oak tree it was a music note, before that it was ice cream, and even before that it was many little kid things, like trucks and airplanes and dinosaurs. But apparently your soulmate was dead set on trees. Your mom had long since explained to you why a damn ice cream cone was on your wrist for months, and apparently it was what your soulmate was most passionate about, she also explained why you’d have sudden waves of pain, and why you sat sobbing in the middle of a park, clutching your arm a few months ago. Soulmates feel each others pain, nothing else, just pain, because the universe was a cruel and strange place.

You often sat and wondered what your soulmate had on his wrist, you were passionate about a lot of things, so maybe it just rapidly changed every couple of days. You wondered how they felt about that, maybe they thought you were too indecisive, or maybe they thought it was funny… You had kept a journal of everything your soulmate was most passionate about since you could remember, you wondered if they did the same. You wondered about them a lot, you could probably write a list of all the things you wondered about them through the years alongside their passions.

“Y/N!”

You were abruptly pulled out of your thoughts by your mom quickly shoving the last box from the U-Haul into your arms, casting you an annoyed glace.

“Yeah, sorry mom.” You mumbled, trudging to your room upstairs, and dropping the box unceremoniously on the hardwood floor.

Flopping down onto your unmade bed, you groaned, holding your head in your hands as you peered at all the boxes you had to unpack. Moving to Pennsylvania (A/N: oh gosh I have no idea where DEH takes place so I just picked the first state with beautiful trees that came to mind) was stupid, starting a new school was stupid, life was just stupid right now. The only bright side to this dumb move is that your dad got a raise along with it.

Grumbling to yourself, you took the nearest scissors, opening the first box of many to unpack. After about five unpacked boxes you looked at your large handwriting on the side of each box, every single one was labeled “Y/N’s stuff” which was not helpful in the slightest if you were trying to find something specific. You sighed heavily, annoyed at your past self. You angrily took a bite of the slice of pizza your mom had delivered to you around the middle of unpacking box number four. She had then delivered the delightful news that she was taking you to register for your new school the next day at seven in the damn morning. You weren’t elated to say the least. After days of driving across the freaking US, you weren’t keen on going right back to school and you had hoped she’d maybe give you a few days to adjust. You should’ve known, that was nothing like your mother.

Heavily sighing to yourself you set up your bathroom so you could take a shower before you had to sleep. Unfortunately, setting up said bathroom proved to be a hell of a lot harder than you had thought it would be. Finding the shower curtain was an adventure, but finding your suitcase under the pile of random things you had created by unpacking proved to be an intense workout session. Sweat was nearly dripping off your face when you finally struggled the heavy suitcase out from under a major pile of art supplies and an old karaoke machine that you had yet to assemble and couldn’t fathom why you still had.

Finally taking a proper shower in your new house was a paradise compared to the low pressure odd smelling showers you had seen throughout the trip. The Kansas hotel was probably the worst, and you shuddered just thinking of it. After your shower you looked around your room, frowning at how bare and bland the walls were. You hung about every single one of your paintings on the walls, grinning to yourself at the intense barrage of colors anyone would get when entering your room.

The next morning you threw on a dark green baggy sweatshirt that you practically drowned in, it was old and worn out, and the small tree printed on the front was slowly fading away. You had bought the sweatshirt because it was soft and the tree reminded you of your soulmate, which never failed to make you smile. Plus, it was one of the only things you owned that wasn’t paint splattered, seeing as you were passionate about painting, once you got into one of your paintings you didn’t really care about the mess, resulting in endless angry sighs from your mother as she tried to scrub the already dried paint away. Quickly you shoved on a pair of jeans, which of course were covered in multiple shades of green paint, because even if your clothes were messy, worn, and covered in paint, you still liked to match.

Soon you were off to your new school, and you couldn’t find an ounce of enthusiasm about it. Trudging into the office, you caught a glimpse of a group of kids staring at you intently, your eyebrows furrowed as you blushed and quickly turned away, trying to keep up with your mom.

After a short and very boring meeting, you finally tuned in when the counselor said,

“Well it’s her first day with us, and our first class is advisory,” she checked the clock, “and it’s just going to end, so I can go ahead and give her a schedule right now and send her with a buddy so she can see all her classes today if you want!” you were seconds away from protesting when your mom quickly said,

“Oh, Y/N would love that, wouldn’t you, sweetie? I’ll pick you up after school at 3:05, I love you honey!”

she was practically pulling out of the school parking lot by the time you had processed everything she said.

“Um,” you glanced at the counselor, who was smiling sweetly at you, “well, thank you…”

You cringed, not knowing what to say. She simply nodded, printing out your schedule and calling in a “reliable” student. A girl you assumed was also a senior practically floated into the room a few minutes later, she smiled at you kindly, thrusting her hand out for you to shake. You noticed she had what looked to be an ‘A+’ for a soulmate marking. Grinning, you knew instinctively that she was definitely not your soulmate.

“Hi, I’m Alana, and welcome to your new wonderful High School! I’ll be sort of ghosting around you today to make sure you get to all your classes on schedule and don’t get lost!”

Her beaming smile was almost blinding, and you shot back a crooked grin, introduced yourself in return.

Alana practically dragged you down the hallway to your first class of the day. She sucked in a bit of air through her teeth,

“Unfortunately for you, Y/N, you’ll be sharing this class with Jared Kleinman, and Connor Murphy.” A small smile tugged at her cheeks when she said softly, “On the bright side you’ll be sharing it with Zoe Murphy,” you watched her eyes flicker to her wrist for a short moment. “Connor is her brother, and I’m in this class too, so you won’t have to worry about a place to sit!”

You both paused outside of the classroom as you analyzed her face for a moment,

“You were staring at me earlier weren’t you?”

Her smile turned slightly bashful as she said,

“Yeah, sorry about that, Evan pointed out your hoodie so we all looked at the same time, that must’ve been weird for you.”

You laughed lightly as you shook your head,

“No, that’s okay, it was just surprising.”

Alana nodded, opening the door to the classroom quietly. What you thought was going to be a nice and quiet entrance was abruptly ruined when Alana bounded into the room, dragging you along while calling out to the teacher,

“Sorry we were late, Mr. Destler! This is a Y/N, she’s new to the school, and transferred here from California!” the teacher glowered at her for a moment for interrupting his class, then nodded his head at you in greeting, and continued his lesson. Your face must’ve been bright red as Alana lead you to her group, a girl with a kind smile, light brown hair, and a floral dress caught your attention first. Mainly because said girl beamed at Alana as soon as she saw her.

Alana took the empty seat beside her, and to her left sat a scowling boy with longer dark hair, he glanced toward you with indifference for a moment before going back to mindlessly doodling in his notebook. You sighed softly as you sat down at the opposite side of the table, next to a paler boy with glasses and a wide grin.

“I’m the insanely cool Jared Kleinman.”

You quirked an eyebrow before muttering,

“What a title. I’m Y/N.”

His grin faltered for a moment at your less that enthusiastic greeting, but he smiled again as he asked,

“Yeah I heard when Alana dragged you in. So it’s just Y/N? No last name?”

You sighed quietly as you whispered your full name, quickly pulling out your sketchbook as Jared took it upon himself to introduce the rest of the group.

“Well Hot Topic over there is Connor Murphy, and part two of the lovebird extravaganza is Zoe Murphy, his sister. You’ve obviously met Alana, so you should know by now they’re soulmates.”

You chuckled softly as you glanced up to see them whispering and smiling to each other.

“I guess they’re lucky they met so young.”

You said absentmindedly as you pulled out your colored pencils. Deciding to add to your nature page, you started a sketch of a cherry blossom tree, the page already crowded with them.

“So, you like trees? I have a friend you might get along with.”

Jared said, his voice betraying his boredom with the subject. You chewed your lip thoughtfully for a moment before quickly whispering,

“I like to paint, draw, and look at nature. I don’t love interacting with it too much.” Shrugging, you continued, “My soulmate likes oak trees, so I guess I do too by default.”

You held out your wrist for Jared to see, then flipped through your sketchbook.

“Well, we can get that right off the table then, we’re definitely not soulmates.”

You snorted a soft laugh as you started a new sketch of a cat.

“So what’s your soulmate into then, Jared?”

You glanced up to find him grinning ever so softly as he showed you his wrist proudly. A small video game controller was printed onto it. You glanced at the boy across from you, Connor as he scoffed, glowering at you and Jared.

“Can people survive ten minutes without droning on about their soulmates? We get it, everyone has one, you’re not special.”

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes as you shot back,

“Oh sorry, we were just trying to have some conversation, what would you like to talk about, Edgelord? How about you feeling high and mighty because you’re not into soulmates, when really; you’re not special.”

Your eyes narrowed as he avoided eye contact. Finally, he sighed in defeat and held out his wrist for you to see a small bunny printed on it. You couldn’t help but smile at Connor as a small laugh escaped your lips.

“Now, that’s adorable.”

You could see Connor visibly biting back a smile as he lowered his wrist and continued to sketch. The rest of the period was filled with Mr. Destler’s lessons on vocal chords, and Alana and Zoe’s giggles and side remarks.

You furrowed your eyebrows as you peered at your schedule when the bell rang, your next period was art 4, but the class after that had you confused.

“Alana, I think there’s a mistake, I never signed up for Gardening.”

Alana nodded in sympathy,

“Yeah, you probably requested a class that’s too full, like pottery or oil painting, they put you into the least full elective as a default. Hey, on the bright side I’m pretty sure there’s only one other kid in that class with you.” She frowned thoughtfully for a moment, “On the down side he loves that class the most because he’s surrounded by nature and no one is there to bother him… Evan has really bad anxiety, so just… I don’t know, don’t think he’s weird or anything, he’ll eventually warm up to you and it’ll be easier for him to talk to you.”

You nodded for a moment before asking,

“Is the gardening teacher there too, or?”

Alana laughed,

“You’ll soon see how small our school is, Y/N. The Gardening teacher, she teaches Girls Soccer and got stuck teaching that class. She hates it and usually finds an excuse to get out of there. Poor Evan is too scared to say anything, so you’ll most likely be alone with him every other day during third.”

You laughed along with her as you walked to your next class along side Connor, who apparently also really loves art. During your art period with him and Alana you learned that Connor was also very talented with copic markers and digital art. You couldn’t help but be slightly jealous, as you had tried digital art for months on end to no avail. Normal pencil sketches or acrylic paints were more your line of expertise. Connor promised to teach you little tricks and tips with digital art if you promised to do the same with acrylic paints. You practically threw yourself across the table to hug him and quickly agreed.

After art Alana led you outside to a beautiful greenhouse filled with thriving plants, all different types of flowers surrounded you as you walked around in awe.

You spun around abruptly as you heard a quiet voice,

“Alana? What are you doing in the greenhouse, I mean, not that I mind, I just thought you have AP Physics right now with Zoe…”

You peeked your head around a rather large Hibiscus bush, and waved shyly to who you assumed was Evan. His eyes grew wide and his cheeks reddened as he hesitantly waved back.

“Evan, this is Y/N! She transferred here from California and is in this class with you. Cool, right?”

Alana grinned at you, and Evan replied a few seconds later,

“Oh, yeah… that- that is really, um, cool.”

You turned to keep analyzing the flowers, holding back laughter at his less than honest response. You smiled at his attempt at being polite nonetheless.

“Okay I know this is a really bad time to legitimately turn into a ghost, but I have a test in physics right now and I really can’t afford to miss it. I’ll come back at the end of the period, but meanwhile you two get to know each other! Have fun and do some, um…” she paused for a moment before weakly cheering out, “do some gardening!”

You smiled at her as she bolted out of the greenhouse, trying to make it to physics before the bell rang. A tree sapling caught your attention, two bags of mulch lay beside it, and it desperately needed replanting. Without thinking, you strolled over to it and read the label, it was a Scarlet Oak Tree. You smiled softly to yourself,

“Scarlet Oak, my second favorite.”

You jumped slightly when you heard Evan behind you, closer than you thought, asking,

“You have a favorite tree?”

Your face flushed as you turned to look at him, getting up, you brushing yourself off and grinned at him.

“Yeah, I really love Cherry Blossom trees.” You rubbed the back of your neck as Evan quickly responded,

“Oh, that probably sounded like I thought you were weird or something- which I don’t! I have a favorite tree too, it was just pleasantly surprising to find someone else who, um… you know… also has a favorite tree…”

He trailed off, his eyes darting away from yours as he played with the hem of his shirt. You seemed only notice his cast right then, and was pushed back into the memory of sitting in the middle of the park crying over your arm.

“Your arm.”

You stated dumbly. Evan jumped ever so slightly, like he didn’t expect you to talk to him again, he raised his casted arm, nodding.

“Um, yeah, its broken.” He blinked hard, his face tinting red, “That’s probably why you pointed it out though, cause you can see that it’s broken.”

You nodded slightly,

“Sorry, it just…” you shook your head, “Never mind.”

You didn’t want to just outright say, hey are you my soulmate? Cause that’s weird, right? I mean hundreds of people must break their arm every day.

“Oh, did your soulmate break their arm?” Evan’s eyes widened, apparently he didn’t realize he had said it out loud until it was too late, “oh, sorry forget that- wow that was weird, I shouldn’t have brought it up because that’s such an awkward thing to bring up! Soulmates, I mean, obviously not breaking arms.”

You smiled softly at him, picking up the sapling as you started to walk toward the doors.

“That’s okay Evan,” you assured, “I don’t know my soulmate, so I don’t really know. I just felt a lot of pain in my arm a few months ago.”

Evan nodded as he followed you,

“Oh okay, that’s cool… I mean not the arm breaking pain part or the not knowing your soulmate- I guess its not really cool actually.”

You laughed, glancing back at him as you set down the sapling in what you deemed to be the perfect place to plant it.

“I guess not. So how did you, you know, break your arm?”

His eyes darted down to his arm, then to the ground.

“I was climbing a tree this summer, and I kind of… fell.”

You tilted your head, an eyebrow raised.

“How do you kind of fall?”

You asked, and poor Evan’s cheeks grew even more red, his eyebrows furrowed as he replied.

“Oh, well I stepped on a branch that I thought could hold my weight but, well, it couldn’t.”

You grinned slightly at that, finishing up planting the sapling.

“Well, I’m sorry you fell out of a tree, Evan, it doesn’t sound fun. I know if it hurt as much as my wrist did when my soulmate broke their arm, then it not only doesn’t sound fun, but it is indeed not fun.”

Evan smiled shyly,

“No, it really wasn’t fun.”

You wiped the dirt off your hands, holding one out for Evan to shake. He stared at it for a moment before processing what you wanted. He let out a soft ‘Oh!’ then wiping his hand nervously on his khakis. He shook your hand gently and smiled at you.

“It’s nice to formally meet you, Evan! I’m Y/N Y/L/N, and I love painting and autumn.”

You glanced down at his wrist out of instinct and did a double take when you saw a small print of one of the favorite paintings you’ve ever made, half-finished on his wrist. You recoiled, your eyes probably as wide as saucers, you didn’t know you were going to meet your soulmate today. You thought you would meet him in your twenties or early thirties like most everyone else. You weren’t prepared and didn’t know how to react to meeting him now. Your stomach twisted into a knot as he gazed wide eyed at you,

“Did- did I do something?”

You quickly shook your head,

“No, you’re… you’re totally fine, Evan.”

When you heard the bell ring in the distance, it jolted you into motion, and you briskly walked away.

“Y/N?”

He called weakly after you, but you were already halfway through the doors, practically sprinting down the hallway. You frantically searched for Alana, or Jared, just anyone you knew.

“Hey, Y/N, what’s the rush?” Jared called from behind you. “You look like you just saw Freddy Krueger walk out of your daydream.”

Jared smirked at you as you practically smacked into him.

“Oh my god, thank god I found you Jared, I just had- I… just take me to my next class, please.”

You sighed in defeat, not knowing how to feel or what to say as Jared looked over your schedule.

“Oh okay, cool, you have next period with me! What did you lose Alana in your sonic dash?”

You shook your head,

“It’s a long story, believe me.”

It wasn’t a long story, really. Evan was your soulmate and you found out last period, and you were so scared that you practically ran away from him before he could know any better. It was that easy to say, but you were too ashamed of your reaction to admit the truth. Now what were you to do? You lost Alana, and Evan, your soulmate, probably thinks you’re a psychopath… Did you mention the part where your soulmate probably thinks you’re a psychopath?

Arriving at your next class, you breathed a sigh of relief. Environmental Science, now that should be a breeze. You nearly screamed when Alana abruptly grabbed your shoulder and spun you around, frowning in a mom friend type of manner.

“You couldn’t wait for me? Evan was practically having an anxiety attack trying to figure out what he did wrong. I told you to go easy on him, didn’t I? Gosh, it’s a good thing I printed out a second copy of your schedule just in case something like this happened.”

She sighed, briefly waving the copy of your own schedule at you before continuing.

“Anyway, let’s go in, you’ll sit with Jared and Evan this period, I assume?”

Your heart must have stopped beating.

“Evan?”

You felt all color drain from your face, and Alana arched an eyebrow,

“Seriously, Y/N, what happened last period? You’re acting like he threatened to burn down your house or something.”

You shook your head, gluing your eyes to the floor as you stumbled into class after Alana. The period was long and painful, mostly consisting of you and Evan catching each other staring and cringing, both your faces beet red, while Jared and Alana both witnessed this. They looked to each every so often, trying to figure out what the hell is going on.

When lunch finally came around, you decided to go see how the sapling was doing instead of sitting with your new friends. You didn’t want to explain why you couldn’t stand to make eye contact with Evan for more than two seconds without shrinking into yourself.

“Y/N?”

This time you did scream in surprise when you were abruptly turned around by Alana. You were met with Zoe, Jared, Connor, and Alana all staring at you, Evan lingered n the back, looking at anything but you.

“We want to know what’s going on. You were totally fine with us until you met Evan and now you won’t talk to any of us.”

You glanced around, trying to calculate the fastest escape route.

“Don’t even try it, I have much longer legs than you.”

Connor grumbled, noticing your darting eyes.

“Well, I…”

You cringed, your face bright red as you ranted out.

“Evan and I are soulmates, and I didn’t expect to meet him for at least five more years so I wasn’t ready today. I kind of panicked, and now I’m scared he thinks I’m a freak, so I kind of just avoided you all because with you comes Evan and…”

You blinked a few times, looking at all their shocked faces.

“W-We’re soulmates?”

Evans eyes were wide, tears making his eyes glisten as he stared at you, taking in every feature of the person he was destined to be with.

“Your wrist print is one of my paintings.”

You laughed, almost in disbelief as you both held out your wrists for the other to see.

“Holy shit.”

Connor mumbled.

“Fucking called it.”

Jared said smugly.

“Come on, lets give them some privacy.”

Alana beamed at Zoe, probably thinking about how they met only last year. As soon as they were gone, you tackled Evan in a hug. He fell to the ground with a thump, and slowly hugged you back.

“I’m sorry… I just didn’t know how to react, I didn’t know you were going to be so beautiful and I felt so many emotions that I haven’t before. I didn’t know what to do so I just…”

Evan cut you off as he whispered in awe,

“Can… can I kiss you?”

His face was red and blotchy, tears still sparkling in his eyes when you finally broke too, bursting into tears and nodding, kissing him softly. You pulled away from the kiss a short while later, holding each other as you finally whispered,

“I was so excited to meet you, I kept a journal of every single passion that appeared on my wrist.”

Evan replied by practically sobbing. You slowly wiped away his tears, and kissed his cheek, helping him calm down.

“What’s wrong, Evan?”

He finally managed to respond after a few minutes.

“I lied.”

You shook your head in confusion,

“About what?”

“I didn’t fall out of the tree, Y/N. I climbed to the top of the highest tree I could find and let go.” He paused, watching your reaction, “I never thought I would be good enough, I didn’t think I deserved a soulmate, I was so scared you wouldn’t like me, I never thought you would care so much.”

This time it was your turn to cry again as you hugged him tighter than you’d ever held anyone in your life. You promised him you would never stop caring, and that you would never stop loving him, he didn’t need to change for you.

“I love you Evan Hansen, because you are you, and for me that will always be enough.”

@courfeyracs-swordcane

(A/N: oops thats a cheesy ending sorry its 3 am and i want to sleep at least i didnt kill him off lol)

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uuuuuuuuuugggghhhh I don’t even know what to say ,like, it’s soooooo god tho

But Why Purple Glitter Though?

Warnings: lots and lots of cursing, otherwise nothing really tbh, just a dumbass short little story written by moi at 3:26 in the fucking morning. I need to sleep but I’m doing this instead bless my poor exhausted heart, whatever. Enjoy? I guess, even though literally only one person is even gonna read this lol bless

“Fuck me, I have absolutely no idea what I’m fucking doing here,” she whispered angrily to the chuckling form beside her. “What the fuck are you laughing about, asshat?!? This isn’t funny, this was a horrible idea!!”

“Well, Azzie, I mean-” her friend’s explanation was cut short as an obviously fake cough loudly rose above her voice.

“I don’t know if you two shitheads are done fucking around, but I’d highly appreciate it if you could focus,” retorted Rose, a thin girl with long and disheveled sable hair that was hunched slightly in front of them. She lowered the binoculars she was looking through and turned around to face them both. “This is a very serious mission, and I can’t have you two fucking it up by talking.” She angrily gestured to the bush that all three of them were all currently hiding behind. “I don’t know if y’all were aware of this, but shrubs don’t normally talk.”

“Fuck you Rose,” Azzie spat angrily. “We should not be doing this, this was a stupid ass idea. I don’t know how you two spinach chins even managed to talk me into this, but I swear to god, I know where you live and I will smother both of you in your sleep.”

“Well goddam Azzie, I would say take a chill pill but I’m scared you’d choke considering you can’t even swallow your temper.” Azzie narrowed her eyes angrily at them as Rose snorted loudly and leaned past her to high five Mina, a girl with cropped pastel purple hair that always kind of looked like it had the consistency of cotton candy. Mina sighed loudly when she saw Azzie glaring at her and rolled her eyes before continuing. “Ok whatever, but you get my point, Az.”

“Yeah, you’ve been nonstop going on and on and on about your soulmate,” Rose laughed lightly before smiling and reaching forward to tuck a strand of Azzie’s hair behind her ear. “Look, sweetie, you know we love you immensely but we’re tired of seeing you go through shitty relationships when you know damn well your soulmate is within reach.” Rose smiled sweetly and then booped her nose.

“I wouldn’t say ‘in reach’,” she muttered as she brushed Rose’s hand away from her face and darted her eyes downward. Azzie sighed, then slowly looked back up. “Look, I know y’all mean well and I love you too, but I’m not 100% sure they even go to this university.”

Both Rose and Mina groaned simultaneously.

“I swear to all that is seemingly holy in this world, if you keep saying that to me, I don’t care how much I love you I’m going to wring your neck.”

Rose turned to look at Mina. “Good job on being supportive, Mina, 10 out of 10.” Rose clapped obnoxiously loud directly in front of Mina’s face until Mina grabbed her hands with her own and then proceeded to shove her to the side.

“Ignore her, she’s inconsequential,” Mina said before stopping abruptly and picking up the binoculars. “Wait, what are we doing? We should be looking for your soulmate right now!” Mina turned back around and stuck the binoculars into the bush. “I can’t see anything.” She deadpanned without turning around or moving to fix it. Azzie rolled her eyes and sighed loudly in exasperation.

“I appreciate you guys trying to help, but this is like the dumbest plan ever,” Azzie snorted when Rose turned to her with an offended expression. “I’m sorry but like, hiding behind a bush and seeing if anyone writes something on their hand and something shows up on mine like…” She trailed off before raising her eyebrow and making a “what the fuck” gesture towards Mina, who was literally half in the bush because she was leaning forward so much. Azzie was about to say something, but a tingling feeling on her right inner wrist halted her speech before it began. She couldn’t help the fond smile the spread across her face as letters began forming on her arm.

‘Sup, Gorgeous?

She smiled and chuckled softly before writing back a response on her left arm.

You don’t even know what I look like, you dork

Booooo, kill-jo. It doesn’t matter anyway, I know beauty when I hear it…well, read it lol :3

Istg you’re such a fucking dork, I don’t even know what to do with you

Well you could totally figure it out if we meet in person, hhhmmmmmmmmmm????? *vigorously nods*

Did you actually just fucking write ‘vigorously nods’? Wtf man. And I’ve told you before, I like, idk I’m so socially awkward and I’m so ugly like ew no why meet when we can live in a bubble? Why

“Um excuse me, EARTH TO AZZIE!!!!” Azzie flinched sharply when Mina yelled loudly in her ear while snapping in front of her face. “You look insane you know? Writing all the way up your forearm, you lovesick weirdo.”

“Sorry, I can’t help it, I, I just..” Azzie trailed off as she blushed and looked back down at her arm. “I mean, I guess I just-”

“Hey, um, sorry to bother you,” a voice called out in amusement from above them. “But what the fuck are you guys doing behind a bush?”

All three of them looked up to see a girl standing over them, one eyebrow raised in beguilement as her eyes scanned the group before landing on Azzie and smirking slightly. The girl had flaming geranium hair that fell onto her shoulder in curls, and her emerald eyes were sparkling as the corner of her mouth slowly twitched up into a smirk. She looked at Mina’s hand, which was hovering mid-snap in front of Azzie’s face, who was currently looking quite dumbstruck. “I’m assuming you’re Azzie?” She chuckled when Azzie nodded dumbly. “Well, I’m glad to see you’re back on Earth, I’ve heard re-entry can be tough.”

That seemed to snap the three of them out of their daze, and when Azzie didn’t respond, Rose rushed to. “Yes, yes, um, we thank you for your concern,” she said as she rubbed the back of her neck, and opened her mouth to continue before stopping abruptly. “Wait a fucking second, come here right now.” She lurched forward and latched on the girl’s arm, yanking her down. The stranger yelped in surprise before crashing to the ground next to Rose and half on top of Mina who grunted in protest before lightly pushing her off. Rose ignored both of them and hunched over the girl to examine her right arm, blocking her from view.

“What the actual fuck, Rose?!?!?” Mina growled in anger, and when Rose’s only response was to excitedly gesture towards the girl’s arm before leaning towards her and whispering in her ear, she became even more agitated. “Seriously Rose, did you just forget how to fucking interact like a normal-” Mina broke off and slowly grinned excitedly before hauling Rose up off the ground, helping the stranger up, and then turning to Azzie to address her. “Nevermind, doesn’t matter at fucking all, we have to go…. do something, somewhere, with someone, I’m sure.” Mina grinned very widely, Rose enthusiastically nodding her head beside her, and then they both walked quickly past her, giggling the entire time. Azzie turned around slightly to watch them go in bewilderment before freezing completely when she felt one arm wrap around her waist and another gently grab her wrist and turn her around. She found herself face to face with the girl, who was staring down at her arm with an expression of what could honestly only be described as fervent exuberance. Azzie looked down herself and her eyes widened when she saw the words “‘Sup, gorgeous?” written in purple glitter on the inside of the girl’s right wrist.

“But why purple glitter though? Has it been purple this whole time? It’s so weird to think of it written like that now,” Azzie said softly but quickly and in a nervous manner, cocking her head to the side. “I guess I always assumed you used black pen, except of course that one time-” She was cut off as the girl lifted her chin with a finger and softly pecked her lips before smiling lovingly at her and pulling away slightly.

“You’re fucking adorable,” She whispered as she quickly glanced up and down her body before giving her another short kiss, chuckling softly when Azzie blushed ferociously. “Oh my god you blush so easily I fucking love it, shit.” She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, then opened them, took a step back, and reached out her hand. “Hi, I’m Cal.”

Azzie glanced down and then back up repeatedly before slowly reaching up and shaking her hand, making eye contact.

“Azzie.”

#shortstory #adequateIguess #IshouldbefuckingsleepingIworktomorrow #helpmeplease #bless

baby-blossoms

Sloppy Handwriting

Pairings: Newt x Reader, Queenie x Jacob

Character Count: 1,994

Summary: Soulmate AU where if you write something on your own skin, it appears on the other’s skin as well. (Fluff)

Warnings: Mentions of not feeling good enough. Other than that, incredibly sappy, cavity inducing sappiness. You’ve been warned.

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Waving your wand, you giggled along with Queenie as the ingredients to your respective desserts dodged around each other while you tried to bake in the kitchen together.

“I don’t sound like that, Queenie!” You protested through laughter as she did an awful impression of you trying to speak to the cute boy you had thought might be your soulmate the day before.

“It’s swell he wasn’t your soulmate, Y/N, his thoughts were…. Well…”

You burst into another fit of laughter,

“He was writing something on his wrist right as my soulmate wrote to me on mine, so I got a little excited.”

You glanced down at your wrist, grinning.

“I think I’m okay with not meeting my soulmate any time soon, really.” You sighed, your laughter finally dying down. “He’s so sweet, I could just live off his writing.”

Queenie smiled at you warmly.

“I’m sorry you haven’t met him, sweetie, I feel just awful.”

You perked up at the shaded mention of Queenie’s soulmate who she had met him a few weeks before, while you were on a trip to England, and was planning on having the two of you meet tonight.

“Oh, Queenie,” you sighed, smiling at her, “I’m so excited to meet Jacob! Don’t you feel bad at all, I’m happy for you!”

Queenie smiled, practically glowing as she thought of Jacob. Humming softly, she went back to cooking, and you quickly finished your dessert, trying to get out of her way, the only thing left was the topping.

“I’m going to get ready.” You called after placing your dessert in the fridge, then making your way to your room. Getting dressed was not as easy a task as it usually was, you spent a good while frowning at your clothing, not able to make up your mind on what dress would be appropriate for such an occasion. You didn’t want to look like you didn’t care about meeting Jacob, but you didn’t want to look too overdressed either.

Finally, you decided on a casual y/f/c dress, trying to convince yourself not to change again, you shook your head and sighed heavily. Wrapping a matching cloth around your wrist, you subtly hid your soulmate’s sweet words, not necessarily embarrassed by them, but not particularly wanting everyone to see the private things he had written to you. Queenie was an exception, it was impossible to hide anything from her. A knock on your door startled you,

“I’ll be right there!”

You called, quickly opening it to find Tina grinning at you.

“Queenie told me to stop you from changing for the tenth time, and that Jacob and Newt are here.”

You raised an eyebrow,

“Newt? As in Newt Scamander?”

Tina nodded,

“You know him? We must’ve forgotten to tell you he was coming. He’s a magizoologist, we met him along with Jacob.”

You grinned,

“Newt became a magizoologist? Oh, Teenie I’ve always wanted to meet one! He was in my house, though I doubt he remembers me. Being a magizoologist was my dream job as a little girl, you know?”

Tina rolled her eyes playfully, responding quickly,

“Yes, Y/N, you only never stop talking about it. Now, the boys are waiting, let’s go.”

Laughing, you followed her into the kitchen where you were met with two men, Newt looked awkwardly to the window, a head full of curls nearly covered one of his eyes, he hadn’t changed much since your Hogwarts days. The sight of him made you blush. The other man looked to Queenie with adoring eyes as she fed him a strawberry from the bowl you were going to use for your dessert topping. Scowling at her, she looked to you guiltily when she heard your thoughts.

“One won’t hurt, will it, sweetie? He looked hungry.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, agreeing that one less strawberry wouldn’t hurt.

“You must be Jacob! I’m Y/N. I’ve been so excited to meet you; Queenie wouldn’t stop talking about you from the moment I got back from London!”

You smiled at him, extending a hand as he walked toward you.

“Nice to meet you,” Jacob said and glanced back to Queenie, his smile extended, warming your heart to see them so in love. “Queenie really talks about me that much?”

He asked. You laughed loudly, covering your smile with a hand as you shook your head.

“You would not believe it, Jacob. Jacob this, Jacob that.”

His smile was blinding as he made his way back to her, a sickening amount of happiness radiated from them as they laughed and whispered to each other. Glancing over to Tina, you found her having a quiet conversation with Newt, they seemed to be absorbed, so you decided to officially finish up the dessert you had made. Adorning your cake with fresh strawberries, you pushed it back into the refrigerator and turned to find Newt was standing awkwardly behind you.

“Hello.”

Newt said, his head slightly bowed, as if your response was going to physically hurt him.

“Hello, Newt, I’m sorry I didn’t greet you sooner, I didn’t want to interrupt your conversation.”

Newt smiled warmly, sending your heart soaring.

“That’s fine, I didn’t think you had remembered me, we rarely every talked, really.”

You smiled, quickly reassuring him.

“Trust me, it’s not easy to forget the boy who loved magical creatures just as I did, I used to have such a crush on you, but we only had Care of Magical Creatures together and you sat across the room…”

You decided not mentioning his relationship with Leta, who kept him isolated from nearly everyone but her, and his later expulsion, was probably for the best. Newt blushed and laughed with you,

“I thought you were extraordinary, I’d never met anyone so passionate…”

He trailed, studying your face, an idea sparkled in his eyes,

“I’d love to show you my case. I have a Niffler, I remember how fascinated you were with them, I’m sure he’ll love you.”

Your heart nearly combust, he hadn’t mentioned a Niffler in his stories.

“A Niffler?” you gasped, “I would love to meet him!”

Newt grinned, promising you he would show you his case after dessert, much to your delight.

Sitting through dinner and dessert had never been such a task for you, the thought of meeting so many of the animals you had always fantasized about caring for was almost too much, and you could barely sit still. The very animals belonging to a wizard you had always had an enormous crush on? That nearly sent you into overdrive. Queenie giggled at your thoughts when she caught you staring at Newt longingly while he told stories of his adventures. Shaking your head, you glanced back down to your wrist, this crush was immature and you had a soulmate waiting for you, so did Newt; it would be pointless to date anyone.

As soon as dinner was over, you said goodnight to everyone and practically skipped as Newt led you to his suitcase. Climbing down into it, he led you out from the shed to Niffler, who sat, organizing his treasures.

“Merlin’s beard, he’s gorgeous! Hello little guy!”

You whispered sweetly, bending slightly to scratch his head. He looked to you in delight, loving every ounce of attention you were giving him. His eyes caught the necklace hanging from your neck, a small jewel your mother had given you before she passed. You wore it everywhere, and usually kept it hidden under whatever clothing you wore. Your eyes widened in shock as he abruptly snatched it and ran.

“Oh, get back here you little bugger! Can’t you go two seconds without stealing?”

Newt huffed as he ran after him. You couldn’t stop yourself from giggling as you watched Newt wildly chase the creature. Finally reaching him, Newt immediately turned Niffler on his head, shaking him until your necklace fell out of his pouch. Sighing in relief, you rushed over to Newt as he picked it up.

“Thank you so much, Newt!”

He nodded, giving you a shy smile.

“I remember you telling me how important it was to you in our 5th year when I helped you look for it.”

You laughed at the memory, remembering the young Newt seeing you panic in the Hufflepuff common room when you couldn’t find it, and immediately insisting on helping.

Extending his hand to you, you took the necklace from him, but dropped it when you saw his wrist. There, written in small sloppy handwriting, were the same words you had received from your soulmate the day before.

I love you.

It was the first time he had ever written that to you. Your stomach flipped, and tears gathered in your eyes.

“Y/N? Are you alright? I really am sorry about the necklace…”

Shaking your head, you slowly backed away, not understanding why so much anxiety raged through you.

“Y/N?”

Newt called your name as you darted away, out of the suitcase. Your thoughts raced like a hurricane trying to crack your skull in two, making your head pound as panic raged through you. You sprinted to your room, slamming the door, and curled into a ball at the center of your bed, taking off the cloth around your wrist, you stared at the written words. The door creaking open just moments later made you sit up. Queenie stood with Jacob in the doorway, smiling sadly at you.

“I’m not ready Queenie, I’m- I’m not good enough and he’s so perfect…”

You trailed off, tears flooding your vision once more.

“Oh, sweetie trust me, I can tell you’re both ready. I don’t need to read your mind to know that.”

Jacob smiled at you, placing an arm around Queenie as he spoke.

“I didn’t think I was good enough either, Y/N, but she wouldn’t be my soulmate if I wasn’t, I realized that the moment we spent time together. Newt needs you, he needs someone to relate to him.”

Queenie nodded quickly,

“He feels so alone right now, Y/N, and he can’t stop thinking about what he did wrong. Go down there and talk to him, sweetie. You can’t hide in here forever, you do need your necklace back after all.”

Your hand drifted subconsciously to where the necklace usually rested. Nodding after a moment, you slowly making your way off the bed.

“On the bright side, this was a lot better than yesterday.”

You laughed at Queenie’s comment, hugging her and Jacob and thanking them, you grabbed a pen from your dresser and hesitantly went to find Newt. Climbing down into the case, you peeked out of the shed, wondering around the case when you found no one. Finally, you found him sitting at the edge of a grassy plain, looking at your necklace in contemplation. Taking a shaky breath, you started to write on your wrist, the small black scrawl catching his attention.

I love you too, Newt.

His eyes widened as he read your message. Trying to write your own name to your soulmate never worked, it was life’s cruel joke to make it impossible to find them easily, it was impossible to know their name.

“I’m sorry I ran… I didn’t know how to react.”

You whispered. Newt jumped, his gaze darting to you as you spoke, eyes locked on the pen still pressed to your wrist.

“Y/N…”

Newt trailed off, a beautiful smile making its way across his lips and his eyes sparkled with tears. He stood, quickly finding his way to you and enveloping you in a hug.

“You have no idea how much I wished for it to be you. I love you, Y/N.”

He breathed, pulling away from the hug to look at you. Your heart fluttered at the sound of his voice finally saying the words you had longed to hear for so many years. Softly cupping his cheeks, you smiled at him,

“I love you too, Newt.”

You whispered, kissing him softly.

decafcoffeycup

this is the high quality shit I want when I read fanfics, To be honest I never read xreader fanfiction, but like the way this is written just uuggghhhhh it’s so good I’m so happy that this exists. I haven’t written in avery long time, but honestly this has made me want to start writing again, bless

#beautiful #wonderfullywritten #iloveitwwithmyentiresoul

baby-blossoms

Magenta – Thomas Jefferson (Angst)

Pairing: Thomas Jefferson x Reader

Warnings: Angst, Depression, Reader is Infertile, Character Death, Self-Blame, Mentions of Self-Hatred, like one inappropriate word Character Count: 16,276 Summary: A song fic: “Secret for The Mad” by Dodie Clark. You had so many memories with Thomas, but there were nine, nine big memories. The nine most important moments of your life with him.

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Nine

I’ve got a secret for the mad….

In a little bit of time it won’t hurt so bad…

You walked through the rain, not even trying to cover yourself in a what would be pitiful attempt to stay dry, you were already soaked to the bone, and you saw no point. You saw no point in anything anymore, the days were long, and your love for life was gone, nothing had meaning anymore. You were sure to get sick at this point, and your tears were mingling with the freezing raindrops pelting your cheeks. Everything in your world was grey, color was dwindling, and you either felt annoyance or indifference towards others as the time passed.

And I get that I don’t get it,

But you will burn right now but then you won’t regret it.

No one got it, no one understood why your optimistic personality had been ripped away from you. No one understood why you once had bathed in happiness and love, then seemed to dive down too deep, drowning in missed opportunities and self-hatred.

You’re not gonna believe a word that I say,

As you walked through the empty streets, it was just a splash of color, that’s all it took to make you stop dead in your tracks, to stare at the man across the street. A stupid magenta hoodie, so brightly colored that even you could see it in your little grey world. He was already staring at you, and you watched as he dashed across the street. You watched as he jogged closer, and you watched as he held his umbrella over the both of you. You watched as his grin stretched into a- could blind you with how bright it was- smile.

“Thomas Jefferson, pleasure to meet you…”

He trailed off awkwardly, and you responded, just loud enough to be heard over the rain,

“Y/N. My name is Y/N Y/L/N.”

What’s the point of just drowning another day?

His impossibly bright smile seemed to grow a little bit brighter as he took your hand and kissed it, a surprisingly old fashioned gesture.

“Well it’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance Ms. Y/L/N. You seemed cold, and… well, alone, so I thought maybe you would…”

He cringed slightly,

“Wow, no matter how I word this I sound like a creep don’t I? Well… that was not my intention… I just… You’re very beautiful… oh god, never mind, I-”

For the first time in months, a small smile graced your lips, and you laughed.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Jefferson.”

His smile appeared again, and he whispered, as if in awe,

“Just Thomas, would be fine.”

Eight

Two weeks. It had taken Thomas two weeks to gain the courage to ask you out on a date.

“So… would you? Want to go on a date… with me?”

You smiled softly at the man standing in your doorway, with his stupid magenta hoodie, and a bouquet of stupid magenta flowers.

“When?”

He let out a relieved laugh and smiled, that same smile he had when you first spoke to him, he rubbed the back of his neck, a light blush on his cheeks as you took the flowers.

“I was thinking right now.”

You couldn’t help but burst into a fit of laughter, and when you calmed, you cheekily shot back,

“Eager, are we, Thomas?”

He laughed lightly and admitted,

“I honestly didn’t think I’d get this far… so… yeah?”

And so, you went on that date. He took you to a small cupcake shop, one that had just opened a few blocks down.

“Do you like it? I mean if you don’t like cupcakes, we could totally go somewhere else…”

You grinned and took his hand, finding an empty table in a corner.

“Calm down, I love it.”

He smiled, analyzing your features before launching into a conversation with you. And so, you sat and ate cupcakes, talked, and laughed. There were no awkward silences, and there was not once a thought of going home until you were told the shop was closing in five minutes. So, Thomas walked you back to the apartment, and took your hand, kissing it softly like he had the first time you met.

And you saw color.

Seven

And I get that I don’t get it

You failed at holding in your tears as you tried to slam the door.

“You don’t get it, Thomas, no one does! This is exactly why I don’t make friends or- whatever it is that we are! Because they never get it. Then what? Then I ruin everything, and they leave me! Every time!”

He caught the door, pushing it open, angry tears flooded his vision as he shouted back,

“No, I do get it, Y/N! You’re too scared, and you shut everyone out in fear that they will leave you! They don’t leave you, you- you push them away! I’m not leaving you, you’re pushing me away, and I’m trying, I’m trying so hard to stay with you, but you’re making it impossible!”

He let out a soft sigh,

“What am I supposed to do? What do you want me to do? How am I supposed to stay when you keep pushing me farther and farther away? Please… Y/N, just let me be here…”

You had been avoiding Thomas for nearly a week, you had stopped answering his texts and canceled all your plans with him. He was right, you had done it because you were scared. You were so incredibly scared, and now that you were so close to him, so attached, it worsened your fear. What would you do if he decided he didn’t want to be around anymore? That’s why you had pulled away, and that’s why you had started the fight, so you would get it over with, and wouldn’t wait in fear for him to leave.

You didn’t expect him to fight back. When he had stopped responding to the texts, to the fight, you thought it meant that he was done. You thought it meant you were back to having no one. You didn’t expect him and his stupid magenta hoodie to show up to your apartment ten minutes later.

And so, you nodded, letting him into the apartment, the lump in your throat preventing you from verbally answering as you wiped your tears, too embarrassed to meet his eyes.

But the world will show you that you won’t regret it.

You didn’t expect for him to envelope you in a hug, holding you like you were his world and if he let you go, you would disappear.

“I won’t leave you. It’s going to be okay, Y/N. We’re going to be okay.”

Little things, all the stereotypes

They’re gonna help you get through this one night.

Thomas did everything he could, he made you hot cocoa, he gave you blankets, and hugs. And you knew that he understood, he got it. He just wouldn’t bring it up until you were ready. You fell asleep that night on your bed, silently watching movies with Thomas, and you smiled softly as you drifted off to sleep, because you enjoyed the silence, and you enjoyed his presence.

Six

And there will be a day when you can say you’re okay and mean it.

Thomas was right. You were going to be okay. You were healing, and you smiled more and more every day. He brought color back into your world, and you knew, just knew, that he was right.

You were in the kitchen, drinking coffee, wearing a stupid magenta hoodie that was so big on you it almost reached your knees, and thinking of Thomas. You didn’t even realize you had spaced out, smiling fondly at the thought of him, until the doorbell rang. You checked the time on your phone, sighing softly, and taking another sip of coffee before padding to the door. Looking out of the peephole, you were met with a smile, not a person smiling at you, but the trademark yellow smiley face.

Hesitantly opening the door, you were prepared to fight someone off, but your apprehension was replaced by a laugh as you were met with Thomas smiling goofily at you. He held an absurdly large bouquet of stupid magenta flowers, and a smiley face balloon.

“Get in here, weirdo.”

He laughed as you pulled him into the apartment, quickly shutting the door behind you. He handed you your flowers and balloon, then wiggled his eyebrows,

“Oh, and you got all dressed up for me?”

You rolled your eyes playfully before he continued,

“You look so cute in my hoodie! See, that’s why I love you-”

He went to continue, but abruptly stopped, realizing what he had just said. Panic flooded his eyes as he searched for something to say, a way out of the ultimate rejection. What he didn’t expect was for you to drop the flowers and balloon, and quickly pull him into a kiss. After you separated you smiled and whispered,

“I love you too, Thomas.”

I promise you it’ll all make sense again

I promise you it’ll all make sense again…

Five

Meet the family. That’s all he had to do, and it was going to be fine, and honestly you were more scared than him, and it was showing.

“Okay, so remember…”

He cut you off with a laugh and an exaggerated eye roll.

“Yes, we’ve gone through the list a thousand times. Steer clear of all politics, your family is competitive in games, your family is loud, be polite, they will make jokes at my expense.”

You shot him a quick annoyed glance, and went back to texting your mother.

“Keep your eyes on the road, smartass.”

He grinned,

“Not my fault you have been drilling me the entire car ride.”

He wasn’t lying, you had been. It wasn’t a very long ride from the airport to your parents’ house, but for Thomas it probably felt like years. You were like a drill sergeant, telling him your parents likes and dislikes, what to say what not to say. And you suddenly felt guilty. Thomas should be exactly who he is, nothing more and nothing less, you loved him for him, and if your parents didn’t, that would be a shame.

“I’m sorry Thomas… I was just scared, forget everything I said, and just be yourself okay? I love you to the moon and back, and they should too.”

You smiled at him warmly as he struggled to keep his eyes on the road, he always hated not maintaining eye contact in a conversation.

“I love you too.”

Soon you pulled up into the driveway, and you softly sighed, turning to Thomas, you smiled ever so slightly. You knew they would love him, because if you loved him, they couldn’t help but love him as well.

You walked into the house, calling out,

“I’m home!”

You heard the slapping of feet against tile flooring, and were impacted with such a hug that you almost fell.

“I missed you, nerd!”

Your eyes widened as you realized what exactly had hit you. Your sister, and after a moment of shock, you smiled and squeezed her into a hug like your life depended on it.

“Mom didn’t tell me you would be here!”

She laughed into your shoulder,

“I had to meet your boyfriend, and see my little nerdy sister of course!”

You smiled softly as she let you go, and turned to see Thomas still standing in the doorway, smiling at you.

“Y/S/N, meet Thomas. Thomas, this is Y/S/N.”

She immediately squinted at him, eyeing him over before saying,

“He’ll do just fine.”

You laughed softly as she scampered away, probably to help your mom bake cookies.

“Well, my sister likes you!”

His smile widened as he murmured,

“Is your whole family this energetic?”

And you laughed, shaking your head and whispering,

“You have no idea.”

You watched from the kitchen as Thomas made your dad and sister laugh, you weren’t surprised, Thomas could make almost anyone laugh, that’s just how he was.

“Good catch, huh?”

Your mom whispered to you, making you jump slightly, you laughed quietly as Thomas glanced at you for a second, shooting you a small smile before going back to his story.

“Words can’t describe how lucky I am to have him.”

Four

“Wait, why are we at a garden, I thought we were going to a restaurant? I mean, it’s beautiful, and I’m not objecting of course, I’m just confused…”

You glanced at Thomas as he led you to a single table in the middle of the thousands of flowers and greenery, the table was already set with your favorite food and drinks, which confused you even further. It sat under a large gazebo, illuminated by hundreds of stupid, but beautiful, magenta fairy lights.

“Oh, you decorated this yourself, didn’t you?”

He glanced back at you, smiling,

“Why do you have to hate on my favorite color?”

You rolled your eyes and laughed.

“Because I thought we were going to a restaurant.”

He quirked an eyebrow,

“Would you rather go to a restaurant?”

You laughed once more,

“No, of course not, this is the most beautiful place I’ve ever seen.”

He smiled softly as he took your hand.

“And you, Y/N, are the most beautiful person I have ever had the pleasure to meet in my life.”

You couldn’t help but blush as you replied,

“And how cheese-y you are Mr. Jefferson.”

He slowly knelt on one knee, and your eyes widened.

“Would you do the honors of making my life more wonderful, and becoming the ever so cheese-y Mrs. Jefferson.”

A single word.

“Yes.”

Three

There’s nothing to do right now but try,

There are a hundred people who will listen to you cry.

Negative.

You read the second one,

Negative.

You read the third one,

Negative.

It’s like they were mocking you. Your tears were angry and sorrowful all at once. You had been trying for weeks, months, to have a baby, you were hell bent on having a baby. The doctors said it was unlikely you ever would, but you tried anyway, and you failed. Over and over, you failed.

“Y/N…”

A hesitant whisper through the door was all it took for you to break down sobbing. You slid down the wall, trying to breathe, trying to accept that you would never have your own baby. The door slowly opened, and Thomas sadly stared down at you for a moment, before sitting down beside you, and slowly bringing you into a hug, letting you cry on his shoulder.

“Y/N… it’s going to be okay… we’re going to be okay. We can adopt… We don’t need a baby to be happy, we can be happy, just us two.”

You shook your head,

“I’m so sorry Thomas… I tried so hard for you.”

He gave out a watery chuckle and kissed your head.

“It’s going to be okay. I’m more than happy to be with you, you’re all I need.”

And I get that they don’t get it

But they’ll love you so much that you won’t regret it.

You nodded, your eyes still squeezed shut tightly, as you whispered back.

“And you’re all I need.”

After a slight pause, Thomas sighed, and whispered.

“Besides, would you really want a baby bump in your wedding gown?”

You burst out into a fit of laughter, this man could make any moment, no matter how tense or heartbreaking, happy once more. That’s what he did with you, he walked into your life, in a tense and terrible moment, and made it happy once more. You knew then, he was all you needed.

Two

You’re at the bottom, this is it

Just get through, you will be fixed…

And you think, that I don’t get it

But I burned my way through and I don’t regret it

The story should have ended there. You should have had your wedding, you should have been walked down the aisle, and that should have been the happiest day of your life. You should have lived out the rest of your days happy, with Thomas by your side. Unfortunately, that’s not how life works. Your life came crashing down, and once again, so did your happiness.

“You said you wouldn’t leave.”

You numbly stared at him as he smiled softly at back you,

“Y/N, we both know I couldn’t promise you that.”

You hiccupped slightly, your voice wavering,

“You said you wouldn’t leave me, Thomas.”

His smile slipped away, and he sighed sadly.

“You can’t stay mad at me forever, Y/N.”

Your voice cracked as you cried out,

“Yes, I can!”

You screamed, tears now streaming down your cheeks. He shook his head sadly. And replied,

One

Little things, all the stereotypes

They’re gonna help you get through this one night

And there will be a day when you can say you’re okay and mean it…

“Y/N, it’s not my fault I died. I’m in your head, you’re talking to yourself, which means you’re mad at yourself, why are you mad at yourself?”

You sobbed, wishing you could hug him again, wishing with all your heart you could just kiss him one last time. He was right- no… you, were right, you weren’t mad at him. You were mad at yourself. You hated yourself. Maybe if you had just come home sooner, it would have never happened. But you didn’t, and it did, and it was your fault.

“It’s my fault you’re gone.”

He shook his head once more and smiled sadly.

“You can’t blame yourself for something you couldn’t control, Y/N. Remember what I said, okay? We’re going to be okay.”

You closed your eyes for a moment, your voice cracking again as you whispered,

“But we’re not.”

I promise you it’ll all make sense again,

You opened your eyes once more, and he was gone, his gravestone stood there instead. You clutched the stupid magenta hoodie as close to you as possible, it seemed to be the only color you could see anymore. You knelt and kissed the cold marble. Getting up, a single tear slid down your cheek as you whispered,

“Goodbye, Thomas.”

I promise you, it’ll all make sense again…

A/N: Okay so im done with myself and this one ended terribly sad because i have no idea how to do the happy ending also just an btw, if i had written the wedding scene, Thomas would have worn a magenta tie :’)))

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this is so fucking depressing but so amazing like, much better than I am currently able to write (or ever, let’s be honest here). I love it immensely lol and wanna share it even if no one is listening :3

#amazing #wonderfullywritten #I'msoproudImightcrybless