guess this was the first of his movies i watched

"why don't you like frozen?"
  • what i mean: It's a film that, essentially suffers from an existential crisis throughout the entire two hours it runs. There's no world building whatsoever, leaving too many unanswered questions the audience in regards to the magic and lore of the land. It's inferred the trolls know everything there is to know about magic, but it does not explain how Elsa recieved her powers in the first place, leaving a pretty big unanswered question. Also, the decision to take a fantasy race usually isolated from magicks as the main sage magicians was an ...interesting choice, and would have worked out a bit better if the world was built up more. The plot is all over the place, with there being no clear antagonist until the final arc of the movie. Is the Duke of Weaselton supposed to be the antagonist? No, and he honestly doesn't even belong in the movie: in what way does this character move forward the plot? He doesn't, so why is he given such emphasis? Is Elsa supposed to be the antagonist? Through the film the audience is constantly being given conflicting views as to whether or not we are supposed to sympathsize with her or hate her, and we're never given our answer until the final arc of the movie, which is, ironically, when the real antagonist show his face: Hans. Since he is introduced as he antagonist in the final arc, it makes Hans' development as a villain feel rushed and unnatural. Such a sudden heel-face turn from charming benevolent prince to cold-blooded killer feels wrong, and considering there was no foreshadowing or dramatic irony leading up the reveal, it comes as a shock to even the most watchful moviegoers. Beyond the shock response, there is no reason for the audience to hate Hans, making him an ineffective villain all in all. The audience only hates him because he betrayed the trust that was willingly given in the first half of the film. Yes, he wants to usurp the throne and kill everyone off, but wouldn't that incentive be more effective if it were presented as such from the beginning of the movie? Give the viewers hints and clues that he is not what he seems, making the reveal of his plan much more suspenseful. Additionally, if it were addressed from the beginning, a large amount of the aimless plotless wandering that plagued most of the first three-quarters of the movie would be practically non-existant. In addition, the shock factor response wears off eventually; the impact of his betrayal means less and less to the audience each time they watch it. Part of the reason of the weakness and confusion in the beginning also stems from the fact that the movie is trying to juggle too many characters. Many named characters are completely unneeded and did not need to steal screentime (and by extension, valuble character development) from the main characters (Anna, Elsa, Kristoff, and I guess Hans). And the lack of character development is bad. Really bad. Anna doesn't feel like a real person, even by Disney standards. Elsa is a bit more believable, but her "development" is rushed and inferred instead of shown to the audience as it should be. Why was there such an emphasis on the parents in the beginning if they were only going to be killed off for plot fuel? And as an audience member, I did not feel any sadness for their death or for how Anna and Elsa were grieving. Having Elsa locked in her room for upmost of ten years was just...weird. There was absolutely nothing that justified it, making the isolation feel like a cheap way out for the writers to transition from childhood to adulthood. And beyond that, Arendelle is shown to be a peaceful kingdom, so it makes no sense that Anna would not be allowed to leave the castle and walk amongst the city. If magic exists in this world, why was Elsa locked away? Why was it a secret? All of these questions stem from weak worldbuilding that justifies very little of the events of the movie. There are so many unanswered questions that rise up from what happens inbetween childhood and adulthood. Is there a puppet monarch? Was magic seen as something negative or unknown? Why the trolls. Why the trolls. I'm sorry I just do not understand the trolls. The romantic subplot again ties into making the trolls feel even more forced and unneeded and the Hans reveal stale, I don't need to go into this. From a technically standpoint, the animation is subpar compared to its contempararies. Rise of the Guardians, a movie made a year before Frozen, had better ice effects. The particle effects and textures were nothing to write home about and the numerous clipping issues are clear evidence that the final product was rushed. The character design is the biggest complaint everyone has heard the most, but, Jesus Christ, oh my god it's bad. There's virtually no variation in character design. The facial structure of all the women are practically identical. Elsa, Anna, their mother, even Rapunzel all look 100% identical. Perhaps that wouldn't be such a problem if their body types were the same as well. There's no power of silouette in the film, something that is absolutely crucial to animated film, making Anna and Elsa blend together not only in the film, but in the industry itself. They do not stand out. They are blank and bland. The music is the only good thing, and that's only considering some songs. "Let it Go" and "First Time in Forever" are strong, powerhouse showtunes that actually move the plot forward, as songs in a musical should, but "Fixer-Upper" and "Love is an Open Door," while good, solid songs, do relatively nothing for the plot can could be omitted without sacrificing anything. "In Summer" is a total joke song that literally fades into nothing--I could not recall the tune if I tried, and "Do You Wanna Build a Snowman?" has a lot of potential but is, esentially, the same chorus repeated with little to no transition three times. It doesn't help that the song is also the most awkward contrived timeskip in the history of awkward contrived timeskips, again because it is never explained why Elsa is locked in her room at all. And the trolls and the--oh god. Please, all artists and writers, do NOT overlook the importance of worldbuilding. Even the dialogue is mediocre and does nothing to immerse the characters into the world around them. The resulting product is nothing but two hours of mediocrity masquerading as the best film of the decade in commercialization and ticket sales, but ultimately does nothing but leave a bad taste in the audience's mouth and will encourage Disney to continue making mediocre movies because they know they will sell and sell well.
  • what i say: because it's a bad movie
1031 // Jeff Atkins

A/N: This is easily one of my favorites. 

Named after: Literally. The date of Halloween.

You finished applying your green lipstick and smiled at your reflection when you were done. It was Halloween night and Montgomery De La Cruz was throwing one of the biggest parties of the year. You had decided to go as an alien, throwing your hair into a high ponytail to complement your antenna headband.

By the time you got to Montgomery’s house, you could hear the music from down the road. You had come with a few of your friends from the dance team and lost them immediately as you stepped in. Lost in the wave of what seemed like the whole school, you passed a cat, a vampire, a kid from your English class in a banana suit, and quite a few slutty nurses. When you made your way to the kitchen to grab a drink, you ran into some of the jocks.

“Y/N! You made it!”, you turned to see a slightly intoxicated Monty, smiling brightly at you.

He wrapped his arms around you pulling you into a tight hug. You and Monty were pretty good friends, you kept him out of trouble when you could and when you couldn’t, you lied to the athletic trainers at school so they could give you ice, which you then gave to Monty for his knuckles.

“Yeah I did!” you mumble into him.

He lets you go and starts work on pouring you a drink.

“Are you going to grace us with your dance moves tonight?” he asks, giving you a knowing look as he passes you a solo cup.

You laugh briefly, you were known to frequent the middle of a circle at parties, but more notably, if you were too drunk, you were known to dance on tables until someone would pull you off.

“Yeah, maybe after a few of these” you answered cheekily as you took a sip.

He laughed, nodding along as you two talked for a while. Three drinks later you were interrupted by Sherri who was pulling at your wrist.

“This is your SONG!” she squealed.

You raised your cup to Montgomery who looked very amused before you placed it on the kitchen counter.

He yelled a quick, “Don’t break my tables!”, as you left his sight.

You laughed and looked back at him to yell back ‘No promises’ but instead, your gaze was met by Jeff Atkins who took your place near the hot head.

Despite the fact that you had both went to the majority of parties thrown and shared a mutual friend in Montgomery, you and the baseball player had surprisingly never crossed paths before. Of course you knew of him, not only was he Monty’s best friend, he was the Jeff Atkins.

Before you could react, you were pulled into the throng of sweaty teenagers and you forgot all about the baseball player as the music took control.

The group of students formed into a circle around you and Sheri left your wrist as she stood with them. You shook your head, over dramatically rolling your eyes as you tried to get out of the circle. To no avail, Sheri and the girls from the dance team pushed you back in. You stuck your tongue in your cheek and glanced around the group of students now cheering your name to get you started.

Right before you decided to go along to the beat of Ciara’s ‘1,2 Step’ you caught a glance of Jeff standing right at the edge of the circle. You winked at him before beginning, your years of hip hop classes making use of itself as Missy Elliot’s verse started.

You decided to call it a day after she finished rapping, moving to leave and let someone else take your place.

You were hot from dancing, and let your hair down as you made your way outside, where it was much quieter.

“Y/N!” someone called out.

You stopped and turned to see Jeff making his way over to you, smiling when he reached you.

“That was awesome! I didn’t know you were such a good dancer.”

You exhaled a ‘ha’ through your nose, amused by his compliment.

“Thanks, I mean I would hope so…I am captain of the dance team” you answered.

He laughed, shaking his head.

“Yeah… Monty told me.”

“Monty told you?” you questioned.

“Mhm, I asked him who the cute alien girl he was talking to was and he told me everything.”

You smiled at his subtle attempt at flirting with you.

“Cute alien girl huh?” you prompted.

He dropped his head for a moment.

“Very. Cute alien girl.” he corrected himself, poking one of the antennae on your head.

You cheesed at him, removing the headband from your head and taking the baseball cap off of his, offering to switch. He chuckled, going along with you as he placed the antennae on himself.

“Now we’re both cute aliens” you assure him, placing the cap on your head.

His mouth opened slightly but he was lost for words. You checked him out quickly when you had the opportunity.

“So what were you supposed to be? A baseball player?” you say in an attempt to keep the conversation going.

He shrugged, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Yeah, the guys thought it would be cool to do a Sandlot sort of thing. I guess it’s kind of st-”

“Oh my god, you’re Benny!” you interrupted him.

He looked back up at you, surprised you knew the movie.

“You watched Sandlot?” he questioned.

“Are you kidding me? Benny “The Jet” Rodriguez was my first love!”

The tips of Jeff’s ears turned red as he nodded, silently urging you to elaborate.

“Fourth grade me used to pray that he would be my first kiss, god, it was so embarrassing!” you continued.

Now it was your turn to blush cause the way Jeff was looking at you made you weak in the knees.

“I feel like that could be arranged” he offered.

You were impressed by his confidence and mustered up some of your own.

“It wouldn’t be my first kiss, but-”

“It would be your best though.” He smirked when you looked at him, clearly flustered.

“That’s a bold statement there Atkins” you challenged.

You could feel the tension between the two of you building as he moved closer to you.

He smirked as he readjusted his cap to go backward on your head, nodding along with you.

“I stand by my statement.”

Your breath hitched and you bit your lip again. His hand met your chin and his thumb pulled your bottom lip out from between your teeth. He glanced back to your eyes, asking for permission.

You just barely nodded as your eyes shut and Jeff’s lips met yours. His lips were soft and the alcohol only enhanced the butterflies in your stomach. He was right, it was the best kiss you had ever had.

He pulled away, moving both of his hands down to your waist.

“And?” he asked, licking his lips.

“Mmmm I don’t think so Atkins” you answered cheekily.

He laughed before kissing you again, this time more passionately. His hands tightened at your hips as he moved the both of you. Your arms found their way to wrapping around his neck as your back hit the wall of the house. His tongue teased at your lips and you opened your mouth immediately. He tasted like cheap beer and you were sure you did too, but fuck. This was everything.

When he pulled away, you were breathless. Your head hit his chest as you giggled, nodding slightly.

“Alright, you were right” you mumbled into him.

He smiled placing his head atop of yours.

“You think my lips are green now?”

anonymous asked:

Can you write an imagine where you and Justin spend the day in bed doing lazy and cute stuff?

YESSS Omg I love Justin! This is my first imagine on an ask but I don’t think I like it very much


Originally posted by 13reasonssource

     You woke up tangled in bedsheets, your hair in your eyes and a warm body next to yours. You were partially naked, only in a pair of underwear, but one long arm was stretched out over your chest, covering your breasts. It was Justin, your boyfriend, and he was snoring lightly, his hair a mess of brunette curls on your sheets as he nuzzled his face in your shoulder. 

“Justin,” You whispered slightly after glancing at the clock and seeing the time. It was nearly lunchtime and you had never gone to sleep so late before in your life. “Wake up, sleepyhead.” 

You twisted your fingers through his curls and tugged slightly, causing Justin to groan and open his eyes a fraction. A lazy smile sprung up on his features as he saw you leaning over him, and he stretched his arms out before wrapping them around you tightly and dragging you into his chest before peppering kissed all along your face. 

“Justin!” You giggled, grabbing onto his face and finally giving him a proper kiss. After you pulled away and go onto your knees on the bed, crossing your arms and staring at him. “You told me you were going to take me to the beach today, but I’ll bet all the good spots are taken now because of your persistent late night activities!” 

Justin laughed and ran a hand through his hair while adjusting himself so he was laying on his back with the other hand behind his head. “Don’t act like you didn’t like those activities.” 

You rolled your eyes playfully before memories flashed in your head, causing you to shift. “Yes, but I’m sure the neighbors didn’t.” Justin just chuckled and closed his eyes again. 

“Seriously Justin! Come on, take a shower with me and then we’ll head somewhere.” You shed your undergarments but as soon as Justin neared the door you shut it and took a shower by yourself. 

“Y/N, come on!” Justin whined, opening the door while you washed your hair. He knew not to open the shower curtain without your consent so he stayed by the sink, grabbing his toothbrush and lathering it in toothpaste. “The beach is lame, I just want to stay here and be with you.” 

“You had me all last night, Justin.” You said while rinsing yourself off of strawberry scented bubbles. 

“That’s not enough, babe.” He said around his toothbrush. He walked over and tapped the curtain. You made a noise of consent and he pushed it open before climbing in. “I want to be with you not just sexually. I want to watch your favorite movies and feed you your favorite snacks, and I want to lay with you and breath in your delicious scent.” 

Justin had a mouthful of toothpaste but you understood him clearly. Your heart warmed at the thought of what Justin had just said, and when you had first met him at Monet’s you never would’ve guessed he would be this kind of cheesy. 

“Okay, Justin.” You smiled, but it quickly faded when he spit out the toothpaste that nearly hit your foot. “Oh, grosss, Justinn!” 

Justin let out a barking laugh as he washed his mouth out before you grabbed his toothbrush from his hand and stepped out of the shower. He started to wash himself as you dried yourself off. Who knew that having your own apartment to yourself was the best thing ever? No sisters to walk in on you and beg for the restroom, no parents walking in during intercourse with Justin. Just you and Justin. Because nothing else really mattered at the moment or at any moment. 

When Justin was done showering and you were both fully dressed in pajamas (you were actually in one of his shirts and a pair of socks) you ran to the kitchen and started up the microwave. 

“Kettle corn or buttered popcorn?” You asked Justin when you heard him enter, standing on the tip of your toes to look at the boxes you had. Justin walked over and picked you up from behind so you had a better view. 

“Are you kidding, Y/N? Is that even a question?” 

“Kettle it is then.” You grabbed the box before Justin set you down, going to grab some candies from a bowl you had. 

“You know all of this candy isn’t healthy, right babe?” Justin asked while stuffing skittles in his mouth.

You stuffed the bag of kettle corn in the microwave and pressed a button before turning to him. “It’s only unhealthy if you eat it. I haven’t touched that stash since last Monday.” 

Justin closed his mouth and then narrowed his eyes, nodding while pointing at you. “You right.” 


Three hours later you two were laying in bed while letting music play in the background, just laying in each others arms. Your head was on his chest while one leg was laying over his torso and he was running his fingers through your hair. 

“I love being like this with you, Y/N. I just can’t get en-” 

“OH MY GOD!” You gasped and then jumped up, causing Justin too as well. He looked frightened but when he saw you run to the radio and turn it up he rolled his eyes. 

“Really, Y/N?” 

“Shhh, it’s System of a Down.” You hissed as the intro to Toxicity played loudly. 

“You really surprise me with your music taste.” Justin sighed, watching you play air guitar. 

You jumped onto the bed as the chorus came on, flipping your hair and bouncing on the soft mattress.”DISORDER! DISORDER! DISORDEERR!” 

At first Justin was pushing at your ankles, trying to trip you, but then he joined you. He stood up and threw his head around, pretending as if he were playing the drums. Soon the mattress was creaking under the weight of the two of you jumping on it. 

“Y/N, you’re changing me!” Justin panted when you two were done, throwing himself on the bed. You followed and gave him a questioning look. “I used to hate rock, chick flicks, and kettle corn.” 

You returned to the position you two were in before, looking up at him with a smile. “Is that bad?” 

“No, I’ve never felt better in my life.” 

“Even when I was throwing skittles trying to get them in your mouth and you accidentally choked on one?” You laughed lightly. 

“Even then, baby.” 




When Jace was young he longed to see colors. To know what everything looked like. To not just see constant blacks and whites and grays. 

His father had told him it was a silly dream, that seeing the world in black and white, that was what was right. Colors can blind you, make you weak and vulnerable. Just like love. (Love is weakness. Jace refused to be weak.)

Jace believed him. 

He didn’t think about colors anymore. (Not even when he was covered in blood and bruises, no, he didn’t wonder how they looked with color. He didn’t. Not once.)


The first color Jace saw was brown. 

It was after he got back from Valentine, after he got kicked out of the institute. He was staying at Magnus’ apartment, Magnus and Alec had left, mentioning something about ‘alone time in Italy.’ Jace wasn’t really paying attention.  

Jace had crashed on the couch, staring at the tv without really taking anything in when Simon entered the apartment. 

Magnus was mentoring him and must’ve forgotten to mention to Simon that he wasn’t home that day. 

“Oh,” Simon said, after Jace told him Magnus was off with Alec somewhere in Italy. “Well, in that case, I guess I should, um, be going.” 

“Stay?” Jace wasn’t sure why he suggested it. But being alone didn’t sound too great. “I mean, if you want… We could watch one of those star movies you’re always rambling on about?”

“Really?” Simon looked shocked. 

Jace shrugged. “Yeah,”

Simon grinned. “Alright,”

So Simon joined him on the couch after setting up the first Star Wars movie.

Jace didn’t really pay much attention to the movie, instead he watched Simon, as the vampire rambled excitedly about different things that were happening in the movie. 

It was about an hour into the movie that when Jace glanced at Simon, he noticed his eyes. They weren’t black, or gray, but a softer color. Something warmer. Gentle. Like melted chocolate. Jace couldn’t help but stare. (Don’t fall in love. Don’t fall in love.)

He didn’t say anything about it to anyone. 


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anonymous asked:

Hi! Love your blog! Can I request youngmin as your best friend who secretly has a crush on you? or youngmin boyfriend? you can choose hahaah

hi paca anons… i’m here to fulfill yo wishes so why not do both  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
i’m just gonna do an adult!au for this request bcoz older youngmin sounds like a hawt dawg

edit: i just realise that youngmin IS an adult. omfg i’m such a child. don’t mind me being me lol.

  • that handy-man bestie who brings you ice cream and cake when you’re down and is willing to stay by your side until you fall asleep
  • the person who you call when your current boyfriend cheated/broke up with you and when drinking is a must
  • he’ll be the one to take you home 
  • your only male friend who knows the passcode to your apartment
  • his office (let’s say that he’s an accountant/business man because why not lol) is two buildings away from your workplace so the two of you go out for dinner a lot
  • catching a ride in his car every morning to work 
  • it’s as if you two are a couple who live together because his car has your blanket/cushions/personal belongings and fav songs
  • you singing in the car and showing off your ‘rapping skills’ 
  • “yeah you sound great” he means it but if anyone else heard you they’ll be like????
  • ALWAYS opens the door for you 
  • small talks be like “i think i left my tie at your house…” “oh yeah i think i’m free on the 9th, let’s catch a movie at my place” “i bought you chinese!”
  • people always mistaken you guys as a couple because of how close you are
  • you’d be like “lol we’re not a couple” and youngmin will be like (with a pained face) “yeah… we’re not…”
  • you’re totally oblivious to his feelings because he’s always treated you so nicely that you can’t seem to find the boundary between friendship and love
  • when you start hanging out with this one male colleague a lot and canceling your plans with youngmin he’ll be like “ok…” /lookin like a kicked paca.
  • when you repeatedly ditch him he’ll get really anxious
  • he’ll catch you coming back from your outings with your male colleague and confront you “why are you hanging out with him so much?” he’d say, because it’s a bit pitiful to say ‘why aren’t you hanging out with me?’
  • YOU:“…because we won’t work out”
  • YM: “what do you mean we won’t work out?”
  • YOU: “i need to stop leaning on you for everything you know… we’d both need to be with someone in the end and-”
  • he’ll just kiss you before you can continue; it’s pretty passionate but gentle at the same time
  • “…you don’t need to stop leaning on me” he would look at you straight in the eye “because i’ll make things work”
  • you ran away from him after that
  • a lot of avoiding and blushing on your part
  • youngmin’s patient so he gives you your space but once he can’t handle it, he’ll go for his second confrontation
  • “well hello there bestie” he’ll be pretty sarcastic
  • “h-hi youngmin haha fancy seeing you here” you’d be nervous as hell like your bestfriend of like forever??? kissed you 
  • “yeah well it was kinda hard meeting you in the first place but just tell me honestly- you feel the same way right?” he’s taking the chance and pretends to be 1000000 times cockier than his pure soul is
  • you’d be red and blushing but realises????? wait a minute maybe i like him too?
  • youngmin as a boyfriend is the kind who tries to sleepover at your place as much as he can
  • “oh whoops look at that light… it’s dead i guess it’s gonna take me a day’s worth to change it” “oh no i think i’ll need to help you with house cleaning” “…i came with food! let’s watch some movies”
  • when you two are at his place, he’ll almost be begging for you to stay “you don’t know this but i’m afraid of being alone” “… youngmin you’re one of the most independent and bravest person i’ve ever known” “…you don’t know me well enough” “ok there goes 15 years worth of friendship buddy” “/sigh. stop trying to friendzone me… your boyfriend” 

Originally posted by im-youngmin

*paca anons just hit me up again if you need more bf!youngmin because i kinda felt like the post was too long :( hope you enjoyed it <3

anonymous asked:

A month or so ago a couple of finches started building a nest outside my kitchen window and they ended up hatching 4 adorable sweet babies and i've watched them grow the past few weeks and today they all left the nest and i watched them all fly away and i've been crying for hours because i got waaay too attached to them and now all i can do to make myself feel better is imagine derek hale in the exact situation and stiles finding him crying in the kitchen about his smol babies flying away

I literally flailed in bed when reading this at like 2 am (?) in the morning, I was struggling to fall asleep but this put SUCH A BIG smile on this face omgggg I can’t thank you enough for sending this

That being said, I’m sending you all the hugs because I know exactly how it feels, I get attached to animals in a day. If I had seen those birdies growing up myself I’d be a sobbing mess as well

I can so imagine it though; Stiles has probably never seen Derek cry before. Even after the thing with Boyd (if we’re accepting 3b as canon, which I’m just going to do this time), where Stiles had stayed as everyone kind of dispersed, his hand resting on Derek’s shoulder and picking up every tremor, every shaky breath and quiet sniffle, he hadn’t actually seen a single tear. Derek’s head was angled away and there was water everywhere anyway, Stiles couldn’t say for sure.

And then one day, when everything has kind of settled down, Beacon Hills is quiet and the teens all finished their SATs and are relaxing and that gives Stiles even more time for his brain to bring up Derek and how he wants to just be around him some more. Some of the others are heading to Lydia’s pool or whatever but Stiles drives to the loft. He doesn’t bother texting because that’s never quite been a thing except for emergencies, and he doesn’t want to alarm Derek because there is no emergency. Stiles kind of worries about what excuse he can come up with for just wandering into the loft and he braces himself for raised eyebrows that demand an explanation but no. Derek doesn’t even turn to look at Stiles, even when he greets him. Stiles figures he must have interrupted Derek doing something and that’s why he’s getting the silent treatment but when he comes to stand next to Derek he sees tears rolling freely down his cheeks.

It’s a shock to say the least. Stiles’ jumps into action, heartbeat skyrocketing, question after question bubbling out of him - what happened? who got hurt? is Derek hurt? is he okay? - hands reaching out, hesitating and hovering until he dares to brush his fingers over Derek’s arm. Derek might not even have felt it through the fluffy sweater he is wearing. When he remembers to fall silent to give Derek a chance to reply because Derek isn’t interrupting him, still not reacting, or moving at all,

That’s when Derek looks over, eyes red rimmed and slightly swollen, glassy, new tears rolling down with every blink, and Stiles just wants to pull him into his chest and protect him from the whole universe - and then Derek says: “They’re gone.”

Stiles’ blood runs cold. His mind jumps to Cora and Peter. If anything would make Derek cry, it would probably be losing his last two family members for a SECOND time. He doesn’t know how to react, if he should panic and jump into action, try to find them, get them back, what does it even mean if they’re gone? Like dead gone, or out of town gone, or moving away gone? Why would they even up and leave all of a sudden? Last Stiles knew the three Hales had had no intentions of separating for more than a day whatsoever.

“What do- how are th-”

“They just, up and… left.” Derek’s voice breaks and what’s left of Stiles’ resolve shatters with it. He wraps himself around Derek, running a hand up to cradle the back of his head as Derek nestles in against his neck. He’s cooing to Derek, telling him that it’s not his fault and that there has to be an explanation and that he will find those two assholes and drag them back by their tails if he has to… when Cora and Peter walk into the loft with bags of groceries in their hands. They exchange a few looks with Stiles while Derek continues to lean onto Stiles.

“Wait what?” Stiles asks lamely, feeling the heat rush to his cheeks and glaring at Peter’s smirk. Stiles wants to slap him because Derek is upset and that is not funny! but he probably actually bites, which is why he stays away.

“Is this about those finches again?” Cora then asks with a sigh, coming over to put the groceries down.

“Finches?” Stiles asks.

“They’re gone,” Derek repeats, finally straightening his stance a bit and Cora just huffs.

“They’ll be back, they’re just learning how to fly.”

Derek shakes his head slowly. “They flew away. They’re not coming back. It’s been five hours. They’re gone.”

“Derek’s right,” Peter adds from in front of the window. “Not a single one of them to be seen or heard. They’ve grown up.”

“Oh,” Cora lets out. Even she looks sad.

“So… this is all about some birds?” Stiles asks, trying to grasp the mundane nature of the situation. He’s looking between the three Hales, who all turn their gazes on him.

“They’re not just some birds, Stiles.” Stiles might have gotten offended by that tone, because he just go the fright of his life (again) thinking someone had died, but it was paired with another sniffle from Derek.

“Derek named them,” Peter supplies.

“We watched them hatch and grow. Peter hung up like 10 bird feeders,” Cora said, moving around them to prepare dinner.

“Oh, I see. I’m sorry, Der.“ Stiles gives him a sympathetic smile. This time he doesn’t hesitate as he reaches out to rub Derek’s back. “I know what it’s like. I had a pet boa once.”

It’s the first time Stiles stays over for dinner with the Hales, and the start of a new tradition, and afterward Derek leans on Stiles and lets him play with his hair as they watch a movie.

((idk what this is I’m sorry!!))

p0werbottomsuperman replied to your post “gimme an idea to write about”

Hmm Bruce and Clark going undercover to “watch over” Damian and Jon’s first date? XD

“Bruce, this is silly,” Clark complained.  

Bruce frowned and said nothing as he tugged a knit cap down on Clark’s head a little lower.  

“And this isn’t exactly a disguise,” Clark went on.

Bruce shook his head and let out a sigh of his own.  “And neither is a pair of glasses, and yet that one has worked okay for you.”

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roadtrips- william nylander

veroniikasm : [Could you write an imagine] with Will Nylander, and I was thinking about something like he came back from a long road trip and him and the reader just spend an off day together?

authors note:

hello readers! i’m extremely excited to start posting imagines. i’ve been extremely busy this week, and i’m actually surprised i found the time to write, haha. i hope you all stick around while i post more. as of right now (may 4th, 2017), requests are still open. enjoy :-)

Also, YYZ is the airport code for toronto pearson international airport!!

word count: 887

Fuck. You overslept your alarm. This would have been alright a few days ago, but not then. Will was coming home from his two week road trip to face the California teams, and you had to pick him up from the airport. It had been a rough road trip for his team; they lost every game they played. You stumbled out of bed, ruffled the sheets of the king size bed and threw one of Will’s maple leafs hoodies on over your sweats. As you grabbed your keys, you quickly left the apartment and headed straight to your car.


You sat nervously, checking your phone every minute for a text from Will. You thought about how nice it would be having Will back home, even if it was only temporary. Being able to wake up to his face, and not an empty bed, and seeing him in person instead of FaceTime eased your mind.

You snapped out of your thoughts as Will texted you that his plane was about to unboard. You were so excited, and quickly texted back. You weaved your way through the crowd trying to get to the gate. Each minute seemed to last an eternity, but people started to shuffle out of the jetway into YYZ.

You saw him walk out and your breath hitched, and you started flailing your hand in the air to get his attention.

Finally Will saw your hand, and he immediately grinned and rushed towards you.

“Oh my god,” you whispered. You smiled like a little kid, and practically jumped on him. His carry-on fell over as you intertwined. Your head quickly found its way to his shoulder, and you hugged him tightly. Will wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you as close as physically possible. You ran your fingers through his hair, and he hummed.

“(Y/N),” he breathed out. “I missed you so much.”

He glanced up at you, and you could clearly see his face. He was back home, and that was all that mattered.


“Ahhh, movie night.” You sighed as you fell back onto your squishy couch. You kicked off your shoes and pulled your feet up beside you. “Are you ready yet?” You called over your shoulder where your boyfriend was getting popcorn.

“Calm down, I’ll be over there soon babe” Will responded as you heard him walk towards you. “I’m here.” He walked over to you, handing you the large bowl of popcorn. You grinned, taking it and grab a handful as he sat beside you.

“Shall we get started then?” You mumbled, your mouth full of food. He grinned over at you, shaking his head.

“You’re just so attractive, (Y/N)” He jokes, reaching for his own handful of popcorn.

“Quiet down and press play.” You playfully smacked at his chest while pointing at the remote on the other side of him. He laughed and stuffed popcorn in his mouth as he pressed play.

“Exactly how many of these are we going to watch tonight?” Will mutters half way into the first movie.

“At least two.” You responded as you leaned forward to place the bowl of popcorn down on the coffee table. Will sighed and slid down on the couch, his head leaning against the back. “You don’t look very comfortable.” You joke, looking over at him.

“I would be more comfortable if you were in my arms.” He opens his arms, an adorable pout on his face as he stuck out his bottom lip. You grin, playfully rolling your eyes.

“I guess I could handle some cuddles.” You slid closer to him but instead, he stood up.

“Well, that’s the opposite of cuddles.” You grumble. He laughs and reaches for your hand tugging you up. He then falls back on the couch, this time lounged out across it.

Without warning, you climbed on top of Will’s lap. He turned his head towards you and looked up. He raised an eyebrow and you could see his tightly folded arms begin to loosen.

“You’re relentless.” He said softly with a chuckle and you nodded. You leaned down and peppered kisses along his jawline and his arms unfolded quickly after.

He placed his hands on your waist and pulled you down to his chest. His arms locked around you and you rested your head down in the crook of his neck. His lips came in contact with the skin under your ear and you felt a chill surge through your body.

You pressed a kiss to his neck where your face was buried and you could feel a vibration come from his throat.

“I love you.”

You pressed an additional kiss to his neck before mumbling, “I love you too.”

Better Late Than Never - Sehun scenario

Requested by anon: May I have a request where you and Sehun or Kai (You can pick) are best friends BUT in college he becomes a Playboy ;-; and ignores you, but later he confesses out for jealousy :3 Thank you!!!!!!! Love you <3

Here it is! idk why but Sehun spoke most to me for this scenario, I hope it’s what you wanted! Thank you so much for the request, I really hope you like it <3 I’m so sorry it’s taken so long, my Internet has been beyond awful this past week… On the bright side, it’s done and I loved writing it! Love you too sweetie!!x

genre: somewhat angsty, some fluff 

word count: 2.1k (sorry this is so long I just kinda started and didn’t stop ?)

please feel free to request a pt.2 if you enjoy this!  I wanna write fluffy Sehunnnnnnn 

Originally posted by sehurn

You hugged your books closer to your chest, fighting against the sharp breeze as you crossed the campus courtyard. Silently cursing your roommate, who had snuck into your room in the middle of the night to unplug your alarm clock and use the outlet to charge her phone, you tried to ignore your grumbling stomach. Having only woken up ten minutes before, you had left the dorm before you had the chance to even think about eating. In order to make it to your Psychology I class on time, you had needed to leave right away; you took minimal time to change out of your pyjamas and into jeans, a tank top, and knit cardigan. Your pace quickened as your classroom door came into sight. 

You reached the doorway just as your professor reached for the handle to close it. “I’m so sorry.” You breathed, offering a small smile. 

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Mom’s Blind Date

Requester: Anonthank you so much for your request and I’m so sorry it took me so long to post it.

Characters: single(?)!Jared Padalecki, Jensen Ackles, Misha Collins, Mark Sheppard (mentioned), Reader

Pairings: Jared Padalecki x Reader

Warnings: None

Words: 2412

Forever tag: @deathtonormalcy56, @mamaredd123,  @my-sharpie-sketches,  @professionalfangirl03, @fangirl1802, @cozyjaws, @attackdogcas

A/N: I hope you like it! This is obviously based on an alternative universe where Jared is not married to his respective and lovely wife, I love Genevieve.

“Who is that sweetie pie I see standing over there?” you heard Jared’s voice from a distance, smiling to yourself you raised your eyes from your script and gave a little nod, almost unnoticeable for anyone on a distance but for your little toddler did saw it and before you knew it she ran across the run to his arms.

You were a new actress for the Supernatural show, it was the 13th season and the second episode was being filmed, so the guys have only known you for two weeks, meaning that they have known your daughter for the same amount of time.

Everyone in your life have always told you that she looked like you, she had your same skin color, nose, lips, hair, basically she was a copy of you but her eyes were gray, like father’s; so when you came to the set with her, you thought your cast mates were going to notice but to your surprise it was nothing like that.

The crew absolutely knew about her since you basically arrived there with them, you were terrified of getting late to work so you always were there at least a half an hour before the rest of the cast, at first you thought it would annoy the crew but your daughter had them wrapped around her little finger and everybody loved hearing her crazy stories.

As any child, your daughter, Katie loved exploring and was very independent, so as long as you gave her permission she would go on little adventures and on the set it was no different. You always tried to keep an eye on her and so did the crew and security.

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Pentagon Reacting to S/o being Homesick -Pentagon Reaction

Requested by: @sfnari


Jinho would hear you out and attempt to make you smile. He understands that Korea isn’t your hometown but he will do his best to make you happy even if you’re feeling homesick. “Jagi, do you want to go see a movie? I hear this one came out in your hometown and we can even watch it with your native language, i can read the hangul subtitles.”

Originally posted by pentamomma


Hui would try to figure out what’s running through your head as you’re homesick. He’d first try to guess what’s wrong and once he finds out he’ll give you non-stop attention so you wouldn’t feel lonely. “You need me jagi?” Hui would ask and just focus on you.

Originally posted by pentamomma


Hongseok would take you out on a date to places that are similar to your hometown. “Come on, s/o!” I made us reservations in a little special restaurant that you’ve liked for awhile and is similar to home.” Hongseok is great. The sweetest guy to put most of his free time on the one he loves. Seeing you act different was enough for him to get the clue and take care of you.

Originally posted by yeo1


He’d want to talk it out with you to see on what he could do to help you. “I noticed that you’re acting..umm..sad, kind of. What’s going on?” He would sit you down on the couch and wrap his arms around you and talk out your problems with him. “Just let me know if there is anything I can do for you. I will even rap a song about your home for you jagi.”

Originally posted by edawnnie


“Is it alright if I am able to visit my home and family for awhile?” You would ask. “Its okay. You don’t need to tell me. I know you’ve been homesick so me and the guys got you a plane ticket to go see them.” Shinwon said as he smiled and hugged you. “Are you serious?” You would ask as you start to break down in tears and hug him. “Thank you! Thank you! SO MUCH! I love you Shinwon!” You said and gave him mountains of kisses.

Originally posted by yeo1

Yeo One

Yeo One would try to compare his life to his s/o. He would talk everything out with you, no doubt. “Jagi, its okay to miss your family and home. I may still be in Korea but I’m not home with my own family. I understand what you’re going through.” Yeo One loves you. He will do anything he can think of to get your mind off of being home sick and try his best to cuddle with you and show his affection.

Originally posted by jniho

Yan An 

“What’s going on? Are you alright?” Yan An would ask you questions. He’d question your emotions and actions. Don’t doubt, he’ll try his best to cheer you up. But remember, Yan An understands what you’re going through. He will come too soon realize that you’re homesick and try to cheer you up. And this ball of fluff will succeed in creating your happiness. 

Originally posted by kinoed


“I got you hun.” Yuto would say out of the blue after seeing you upset. “What? What do you mean?” y/n asked. “Just trust me. I’ll take care of everything.” Yuto said and grabbed your hand and took you to the airport. “Why are we here?” y/n asked once again. “We are taking a trip home. Let’s go.” Yuto says as you both head on and board the plane to your hometown. Yuto loves you and will take action to make you smile once again no matter what the cost was.

Originally posted by yutosuniverse


“We’re going on a trip in our favorite rocket ship!“ Kino would be that ball of happiness and joy to lift your homesickness. He’d actually suggest and take the trip with you to visit your family and home. “Where are we going?!” Kino would say lines from tv shoes like Dora and The Little Einsteins to make you smile and laugh throughout your trip with him. “TO y/n’s HOUSE!” You will be experiencing a great ride along with Kino.

Originally posted by pentamomma


“I understand how you’re feeling. Want to take this opportunity and go see your family?” Wooseok isn’t the oldest member but he will hear you out. He will listen to you and would want to take the trip with you to visit your family. “Hey, now’s the chance to introduce me as your boyfriend once we are there.” He’d be down to go with you and meet your family and leave the best impression he can.

Originally posted by neweraidols

Monsta X reacting to their girlfriend getting scared during a movie.

He’d get quite startled when you jump into his lap but would end up smiling at your behavior, having told you that you should chose a different movie in the first place. 

Let’s watch something different for date night next time.’

He’d chuckle at your behavior and gently caress your back in comfort while letting you hide your head in his hoodie. 

Honestly you’re the tiniest bunny I’ve ever come to known in my life.’

He would get teasingly annoyed at your behavior because you were the one to chose the movie in the first place and moan at you jumping onto his lap. 

If I would’ve known you’d be such a whimp, I would’ve sticked with disney instead.’

He wouldn’t be able to hide the smile from spreading on his lips and really enjoy you getting so terrified by the movie, meaning he can act protective over you. 

I guess it’s good that you chose a horror movie

He’d scream slightly the minute you jump onto his lap and instinctively wrap his arms around you for comfort but would get slightly annoyed at you for making him jump.

I’m fine with protecting you for now but I won’t follow you to the toilet tonight, understood?’

He’d immediately feel very protective of you and would insist on keeping you in his arms, constantly informing you that you can watch something different if it becomes too much. He’d feel guilty for having chosen a horror movie in the first place.

We can always watch something more relaxed afterwards, sweet.’

He’d get a really good laugh out of your reaction and would have trouble calming himself down, getting you to focus on him instead of the movie. He’d tease you with it a lot and not really stop until he falls asleep on the couch.

You should become an actress. That was gold

Love, Youngmi~

He Got Her Back (Spencer Reid x Reader)

A/N: Hi guys! This is super fluffy and I really like this so I hope you enjoy! (I’m very boring sorry 😬)
Warnings: none
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader
Prompt: part two of Get Her Back
Request: ✅
Upcoming Imagine: The reader is a new part of the team…
You laid in your empty bed reflecting on today.
You and Spencer went to therapy, like you have for the past two weeks, and this session didn’t go so well.
You have been able to bear being around him, but the first time you found out what had happened, that he was your husband, all of those things you said to him, you broke down in tears, repeating how sorry you were and how he doesn’t deserve any of what you told him.
You even told him he could move on, but he refused and said he’s going to stick with you through all of this.
Anyways so the session you had today, the therapist ran you through a cognitive interview, putting you through the experience again, and when you woke up and saw Spencer’s hand on yours, you freaked out.
You spitting the hateful words at him, bringing tears to his eyes due to his sensitive heart.
Sebastian might have been able to take your memories of him away, but to remember every tear you have forced out of his brown eyes.
You remember hurting him, and that’s what hurts the most.
While you laid in bed, Spencer slept on the couch.
He has ever since you came home.
He too would lay there, restless.
Sometimes he would even cry himself to sleep, begging to God that he can touch his precious girl again.
You had finally found yourself dosing off in your lonely bed.
Your mind flew as you slept, putting horrible images in your head.
Instead of all of the beating and torture happening to you, it was Spencer who was the victim.
He was the one yelling he hated you.
He was the one who would wake up screaming.
But at the end of the dream, he looked you in the eyes and said, “Now you know how I feel.”
You shot up in your bed, screaming of fear and blinded by darkness.
The side lamp turned on and Spencer kneeled next to your bed.
“Y/N Y/N it’s okay it was just a nightmare.” He said avoiding eye contact with you.
The last nightmare you had was about him, and you woke up afraid of him.
You turned to look at him for the first time this week and you noticed his dark under eyes a little more dramatic.
His face slimmer as he rubbed his eyes.
You reached out and grabbed his wrist.
He quickly looked up at you, being careful of his actions.
You pulled his wrist closer to you, along with the rest of his body before pulling him into a light hug.
He didn’t hug you back, which was expected.
No matter how much he wants to pull you close to his body, he knows it’s too risky.
You buried your face in his neck, taking in his sweet scent and feeling safer than to have in months.
You felt a tear fall on your shoulder and then followed by a sniffle.
You pulled away and Spencer quickly wiped his face.
“I’m sorry I’m just… extra sensitive I guess.” He said standing up to leave.
“Spencer.” You call out, triggering the broken sparks between you and Spencer to ignite.
He turned around, waiting for further instruction.
“Come here.” You whispered the fear and hate crumpling away.
He looked down at the floor. “Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you.” He muttered.
“Please come here.” You begged holding your arms out.
He took that as a yes and slowly approached you, kneeling by the bed again.
He lifted his hand up, displaying his big palm before looking into your eyes.
You placed your hand against his and laced your fingers with his.
His sad brown eyes were replaced with hope.
You let go of his hand and moved over, patting the space next to you.
He slowly sat next to you and you wrapped your arms around his waist.
“You can hug me back Spencer.” You said into his side.
He took a deep breathe that he was holding in as he hugged you tight.
You crawled into his lap and wrapped your arms around his neck as he held you close to his body.
“I’ve missed you so much. I promise I will never hurt you. I’ll take care of you forever Y/N.” He said into your hair, taking in your scent.
You felt at home in his arms and you knew the words he was saying was the pure truth.
“I love you.” You said into the soft skin of his neck.
He froze at your words, thinking he would never hear those words come out of your mouth again.
“I love you too. I love you so much.” He said burying his fingers in your hair.
“I’m sorry for saying those words to you. I didn’t mean any of them.” You said pulling away from the hug.
“I know I know, sweetheart. It’s okay I forgive you.” He said biting his lip. “I-I never thought I would get this back.”
“I never thought I could look into your sweet brown eyes and be afraid.” You said wiping a tear from his cheek. “I guess we were both stuck into a mind trick.” You said with a small laugh.
“Are you… are you still afraid?” He asked quietly.
“Nope.” You said shaking your head.
He let out another breathe and hugged you again.
His embrace was so warm and welcoming, triggering memories to resurface.
You remembered how he held you next to him on your first date as he spewed random facts about the movie you were watching.
You remembered how he held you when you cried.
You remembered him loving you so much that he asked you to marry him.
“Lay down with me?” You asked laying down next to him.
“Of course.” He said lifting the covers and joining you, the bed not so empty anymore.
You nuzzled into his chest and he held you close by your back as he rubbed your back soothingly.
His hands almost shook due to his happiness.
He knew you would get better, but certainly not this quick.
He knew that he would get part of you back but he was wrong.
He has you back.
One hundred percent of who he was used to waking up to every morning is back to him, making him the happiest man in the world.

Out of a Nightmare and Into a Dream~Newt Scamander x Reader

Request: Hi! I was wondering if you could write a Next x reader story where they watched a movie and she was really scared her, and in the middle of the night, Newt hears her crying in her sleep, and he comes and comforts her and stays the whole night? (I guess it would be more modern day newt?)

Request: Can I request a Newt x reader where they share their first kiss? :)

A/N: I just want to say that I am so sorry for not writing or posting on here in forever, my life has been so hectic. I ended up combining two requests for this piece because I thought they meshed together quite well, and I will continue working on requests. I’m not sure which one will be done next, but I can promise that they will be done. Also can I just say how amazing and wonderful it feels to write again…it feels great. I also want to thank each and every one of you for being so kind and understanding, you guys are truly the best and I can never say that enough. I love you all <3

I’m sorry if this is kind of cheesy and/or trash.. I tried to make it as neutral as I could. Thank you all again so much, and please enjoy

Warnings: mentions of nightmares and horror films, a bit of crying, lots of fluff though

The frequent sound of popping arose from the small yet cozy kitchen of your flat as you shuffled around peering into various cabinets. While the night outside your window was rather quiet, your home was well lit and bursting with activity as you were gathering the last set of items needed for the movie night that you and Newt had planned days ago. Once the noise had ceased, you carefully picked up and finished preparing the popcorn before further placing the plastic bowl upon the surface of your coffee table in the other room. You let out a small sigh and admired the setup of the now blanket and pillow coated living room.

You and Newt had been friends for years, as you had both become friends during your younger days spent at Hogwarts. It was no surprise that you quickly became best friends with the awkward Hufflepuff that shared the same interest in magical creatures as you did, though while your interest was more of a simple curiosity, Newt’s was much, much more, which still remained evident today as he continued to collect information for his new book. The two of you were practically inseparable, and spending time in the library or by the grassy edge of the lake became a common occurrence. The two of you had even gotten on trouble a few times for sneaking off the castle grounds, resulting in the two of you tidying up the greenhouse or owlry, but neither of you minded, as the laughter you two still shared while cleaning made time fly faster than the golden snitch. After he had gotten expelled, you both found one another following your graduation and departure from Hogwarts with the help of keeping in touch through letters. You promised to write to one another as you both swept glossy tears off your cheeks at the train station of what would no longer be Newt’s home, exchanging your promises in hushed whispers only the two of you could hear. Years later, you were both older and more mature, but still the same (your house) and Hufflepuff from back then.

You turned your gaze to the unlatched case that sat atop your woven rug. You giggled slightly to yourself, as you knew that Newt had gotten side-tracked by tending to his creatures once again. He had told you that prior to your movie night he would be feeding the creatures and making final rounds of observing their wellbeing, but like usual, he had become swept away into the world that rested behind the brown exterior and golden edging of his case. You began to pad over to it in order to tell him that you had finished getting the snacks, but you were startled as a head full over cinnamon locks popped up. You stumbled back a bit, causing the newly emerged Newt to laugh to himself, allowing a gentle smile to grace across his freckled features.

“Sorry Y/n, didn’t know you were standing right there, and I’m sorry I took so long. You know how Pickett gets,” he said while continuing to climb all the way out of his case.

“Indeed I do,” you playfully responded back, knowing all too well of a certain bowtruckle’s “attachment issues.”

Newt started to dust off his shirt and slip off his boots, careful not to spread too much dirt on the floor of your home as you slumped into the couch that had been swallowed by a stack of pillows. Moments later, Newt flopped down next to you, and he peered up to look at you. Little strands of hair fell past your eyes framing your face, and the oversized t-shirt you had out on was sliding off your left shoulder.

He hated to admit it to himself, or anyone for that matter, but he had slowly but surely fallen for his best friend. He didn’t realize it at first, as he became too easily smitten with Leta, but after reconnecting with you, it was as if the empty part of him was slowly filling back up. He only thought that it was because he missed his best friend though, however, after noticing the way your eyes twinkled when you smiled and the fact that you always hummed a song while making tea, he soon understood that it was more than that. He had only now taken notice to the underlying feelings that grew even during his years as a young Hufflepuff. Unfortunately, he couldn’t risk losing you once again, so he continued to stay silent about it. He could live without you as his love, but he couldn’t live without you at all in his life.

He was pulled out of his thoughts when he felt your body shift into a more comfortable position beneath a gray blanket next to him. Sitting up, he pulled a blanket over himself as well as he looked at the flickering movie titles that had appeared.

“So what’s the movie about again?” Newt questioned while you preoccupied yourself with munching on a few pieces of the salty snack.

“A psychopath, some kind of bloody murder, I think it surrounds a couple as well.”

Newt grabbed a handful of popcorn while raising his eyebrow slightly, “A psychopath? Bloody murder? Y/n, you hate those things, and scary stories in general, especially when you were a child…”

“I’m older now Newt; I’ve grown. Besides, these muggle movies don’t look that real or convincing anyways.”

He chuckled to himself once more before grabbing more popcorn, “Alright Y/n whatever you say.” You stuck your tongue out at him in a joking fashion before dimming the lights and immersing yourself in the film.

Unfortunately, after less than an hour in, you had to beg Newt to shut off the movie, as you were too frozen and shaken up to do it yourself. Your judgement of the muggle-made film was very different from the plot of the movie, as you did not think that so many instances of the psychopath jumping out of places would occur. You had also expected some blood and violence, but you hadn’t expected anything close to what you had witnessed.

You covered your face with your hands as you tried to block everything out while Newt turned the movie off right before the murderer could slice his next victim’s throat. The eerie silence consumed the room, and you let out a frightened scream as you felt something brush against your leg. Though it had only been Newt settling back onto the couch, your imagination tried to convince you otherwise. He could feel your apprehension radiating off of your form, and he tried his best to ease your fears, as this was not the time for an “I told you so.”

“Y/n, don’t worry it’s just me. Come on, you can take your hands off your eyes now,” he murmured to avoid distressing you further. He carefully pulled your hands and set them down at your sides, “Don’t worry, look the movie is off, and like you said earlier, they aren’t real.”

He gave you a small signature smile, and you reciprocated it. You gave a small yawn and you figured that Newt was just as tired as you were, so you simply asked him if he wanted to stay over “like old times in the common rooms.” Newt replied with a gentle nod and helped you get more situated before assuring you he’d be close by. You tried to shuffle and make room on the couch without making it too awkward, but he noticed your failed attempt and settled on sleeping in the smaller couch chair on the other side of the room. Newt honestly wouldn’t have minded sleeping that close to you, but like you said, you didn’t want to make it awkward or weird, and he respected that.

After a few exchanged goodnights, the two of you nestled under piles of blankets and pillows with the lights still partially on and departed into a world of dreams.

Hours crept by silently as the stars continued to flicker against the blackened sky above the world. Newt shifted in his sleep as he arched his back in an attempt to get more comfortable. Compared to you, he was a lot taller and larger, and his body was not a fan of the small chair that he had decided to sleep in. He turned over while still under the blanket, messy curls in his tired eyes when he heard what sounded like faint whimpering drifting over from where you were asleep. He quickly sat upright, allowing the blanket to pool down past his chest and onto the floor. Quietly and dazed by sleep, he stood up, checking to make sure he hadn’t misplaced his wand while he was at it.

“Y-Y/n?” he spoke softly yet still loud enough to attempt to grab your attention, “Y/n?”

He padded over to your sleeping figure that had stated to twitch slightly under the fuzzy blanket you had cocooned yourself in. As he walked closer, slight tears forming rivers down your cheeks became noticeable, shimmering like moonlight on broken glass. Newt wasn’t entirely sure as to what was going on, but he had the hunch that it might have stemmed from the observance of the horrific muggle film that had struck your core with fear earlier. Concerned, he gently started to shake your shoulder in an attempt to wake you to escape from whatever you were enduring. He repeated your name a few more times, each more frantic at the next, as your tears only increased. Finally, after a tear had managed to slip from Newt’s own eyes, you shot up and awake, chest heaving up and down as you tangled your hands in your hair in a flustered fashion. You didn’t know where you were or what was going on, as the last thing you remembered was being trapped in a hellish dream. Your (eye color) eyes locked with Newt’s own oceanic ones, and instantly, tears began to burst free from your eyes once again. Sniffling and sobbing, you wrapped your arms tightly around Newt, wanting nothing more than the reassurance that you were in fact out of the darkened fantasy realm of your nightmare and in the safety of the real world. Newt quickly reciprocated the action, embracing you as you cried into his rumpled shirt and whispered comforting words to calm you down.

“Shhh…It’s alright Y/n. Everything is okay, and it’s okay to let it out,” he whispered as you clutched onto him tighter, simply afraid of losing him. Maneuvering his hand carefully, he caressed the back of your head, massaging his fingers through your messy bedhead. He remembered the times that you would come into the Hufflepuff common room well past quiet hours with tears stinging your eyes and shards of sadness stabbing at your fragile heart. Newt would play with your hair as he did now, knowing it used to send your flittering heart into a state of tranquility rather than a fearful frenzy. He felt your body quake and jump at minor movements and sounds such as the wind, so he continued to do his best at helping you relax.

You composed yourself, or at least tried to, before muttering jumbled words and sentences, “It was…madness…man was going to g-get me. S-sorry Newt, I’m…dark…was horrible…”

Your words came out in stuttered and fearful strand, tangling themselves within one another, which only made you more upset. Newt however only continued to hold you closer.

“The man can’t get you here Y/n, and it was all a nightmare. Like the movie it wasn’t real, and you’re safe here. It’s okay to be upset about it, but know that they can’t get you, alright? Besides, I’d hex them before they could even lay a hand on you.”

To this you let out a small tearful giggle, as his gesture and warm smile mended and calmed your racing heart. Newt smiled and tried to hide his pinkish blush that burned upon his cheeks. The two of you sat in silence, allowing minutes to wander, simply taking in the surroundings, before Newt tried to distract you from your thoughts with memories of the happy moments from your younger years.

“Try to think happy thoughts Y/n, like our times at Hogwarts, those were happy, or at least I thought so,” he rambled, “Like that one time where it was snowing at Hogsmeade and we snuck off to go get butterbeer…”

“…After you tripped and fell into that abnormally large pile of snow?” you interjected while trying to stifle a laugh at the thought of how he had popped out of the snow like a daisy with snow highlighting all his radiant features and rosebud cheeks. Newt’s blush returned before he gave a soft nod, and you had started to comfortably hold one of his large hands, fiddling and playing with his calloused fingers.

“Yes, that one,” he smiled, “Or do you remember the time where we snuck out to the forest, and the…” he began to trail off in a hushed whisper while you began to stop toying with his hand. He looked down at you, innocently curled up in a blanket with small trails still evident from you crying upon your now rosy cheeks. You shifted to face him, and you took in his own disheveled appearence while you two still sat close, with his other arm still draped around you.

“And the, t-the pixies in the forest were…” He tried to continue but failed, as you two were closer than you ever had been. He wanted to comfort you, and he hadn’t really paid attention to what was happening until now. He knew he was holding and comforting you, but the magnitude of it all had just now struck him, like an arrow almost. Your eyes were inches away from his, and he felt guilty for focusing on his own thoughts instead of your own, as he was supposed to be reassuring you that everything would be okay. A single tear slipped down your cheek, causing Newt to frown because he figured he was doing something wrong. Except before he could part his lips to apologize, you had pressed your soft ones upon his, and he could feel a few more tears swiftly cascade down as they bounced onto his own cheeks.

With his eyes shut he moved both of his hands to your waist, firmly holding you tightly and still with the blanked. Your messy hair drooped and brushed against his own face, along with the gentle touch of your soft finger tips. He thought about how he should pull away, how he should apologize for not helping you more after the nightmarish incident, but he also didn’t want it to end. His chapped lips and calloused hands melted into your sweet and gentle being. You were angelic and resplendent, a breath of cool winter air in his lungs. He deepened the kiss, losing himself in you once again. Never in a million years did he think that a situation like this would turn into something, well like this, and he never thought that the so-called friend he’d been desiring and hiding his feelings for would ever act this way towards him. His thumb wiped away stray tears and inecurites before his lips departed from yours, despite him wanting more.

“Newt, I…I’m so sorry I don’t know why I did that,” you breathed out, more embarrassed than fearful now. Your nervousness began to form a pit in your stomach. You had just kissed your best friend out of nowhere and you had probably just corrupted the platonic relationship you shared with him.

“Y/n…” he stared at you, mouth slightly open as the shock still lingered in his system, “Merlin…it’s fine, I’m actually kind of glad that you did, really glad actually.”

“You, you are?”

“Yes. I, well I’ve kind of had a fancy to you, but I was too frightful to propose such an insane statement, especically if you didn’t feel the same, I mean perhaps you don’t even feel the same now, Y/n I…”

You cut his adorable bombardment of words by placing another short yet passionate filled kiss upon his lips before murmering against them again, “I was scared too Newt. I don’t really know what came over me. I guess I just felt kind of overwhelmed with everything from before and you were caring and sweet and kind…”

Newt smiled at your rambling as well, grinning at the trait you two both tended to exhibit in situations like this.

“I absolutely adore you Y/n, and I think you’re the most beautiful and incredible person there is. I meant what I said earlier, I’ll never let anyone harm you and I’ll be right here for you.”

He pulled you into his chest and rested his head atop yours, his hair flopping around as he blushed wildly beneath it. You let out a quiet yawn and soon you were snuggled tightly not only under a blanket, but also in Newt’s firm arms. He settled the both of you on the single couch, arms around you to shield and protect you from anything and everything bad that could come your way. You felt him nuzzle his face into your neck as your eyes slowly faded into sleep once more.

“Goodnight Newt, and thank you for everything tonight, both the comfort and you know…”

“You’re welcome Y/n, and I’ll be here in case something bad happens again. Just wake me up and I’ll cuddle and help you,” he whispered against your skin. Your sleeve of your shirt slipped down from being previously pulled up again and you finally allowed sleep to take over. Newt’s lips sweetly placed a kiss on your forehead before he too fell victim to much needed slumber.

Your night had taken a bit of a turn for the worst, but you knew that everything would be alright. You had once been lost in a terrifying nightmare mimicking the movie of hours ago, but now you remained content and in the arms of your best friend whom you held close to your heart, as your dreams slowly filtered into your reality.


We Tear Apart The Sky

 There’s an emptiness that comes after crying.

 It’s almost comical, in its own, twisted way.

 You’re so full, bursting with emotion, and then it’s all just… gone.

 And you wonder what the point was in the first place.


Most of the time, it just starts with an off day.

He can’t concentrate on the lectures; finds himself staring at the dreary sky and twirling his pen, listening but not hearing.

His spikes don’t quite go through.

Practice is a blur of going through the motions, it becomes just a thing he does rather than an activity he enjoys, a club he picked for the love of the sport.

He leaves it feeling small. Exhausted. It’s easy to blame it on the exercise. There are just days like this.

Until these days bleed into weeks. Everything is gray.

He laughs at his friend’s jokes, but they don’t seem real, tangible, there.

Oikawa hangs off his arm on the way home, like he does sometimes when he desperately wants Hajime’s attention. Hajime just sighs, feeling the fatigue in every muscle.

“You okay?” Oikawa asks, brow furrowing in concern.

Hajime shrugs.

Keep reading

The reunion AKA the only moment from Pocahontas 2 that mattered.

(An illustration from the Disney book for the movie. Or from a Disney magazine? I couldn’t find a decent source for this so I’m just guessing.)