Spoiler free. All items are either vague or based on information in the trailers.
Keanu Reeves is 52 and does 95% of his own stunts. Check out some of his training footage: (x) (x) (x)
No female characters run around being “sexy assassins in heels and slinky dresses”. Ruby Rose wears a suit buttoned to her neck. Adrianne Palicki kicks ass in clothes that are actually practical for fighting in. Both are portrayed to be as dangerous as any of their male peers.
Claudia Gerini represents the opposite side of the spectrum: that showing skin doesn’t make someone an object and that yes, contrary to what Hollywood thinks, women are still beautiful at 45.
No obnoxious monologuing from John. He just wants to get the job done as fast as he can so he can go home to his dog and maybe take a nap.
PIT BULLS ARE PORTRAYED AS CUTE AND LOVABLE NOT AGGRESSIVE AND VIOLENT.
Literally the plot of the first movie is that a guy goes on a murder rampage to avenge his puppy.
Puppy death, though sad, is quick and not shown on-screen.
I would die for Ian McShane so I feel the need to mention him somewhere in this list.
John Wick has an 85% on Rotten Tomatoes, and John Wick 2 has an 89%. Something especially rare for an action sequel.
Seen by many as an art film full of symbolism and references to Greek mythology.
The type of movies that acknowledges how ridiculous they are, and even pokes fun at it.
There are no needless scenes where John has glistening six pack abs. Especially because John doesn’t have glistening six pack abs, he has a normal, average looking body.
ASL is used by multiple characters in Chapter 2.
No forced romantic subplots. Just a dude killing people over a puppy.
First movie has a really good soundtrack???
Lots of death but only one or two scenes with (minimal) gore. Sometimes when a guy goes down you don’t even see any blood.
That guy who plays Mayhem in the Allstate commercials is in it because hoooooo boy there is def some mayhem going on.
Idk I just really love Keanu Reeves.
THIS HAS BEEN A PSA. REBLOG TO SAVE A MOVIE NIGHT.
Rating: Slight angst that leads to such sincere fluff you may explode upon reading. <3
Hope you enjoy!
As a well-experienced magizoologist, Newt Scamander was skillfully experienced in the art of observation. With even the smallest twitch, he could decipher what was bothering a Bowtruckle, if a Thunderbird was ill, or what mood a Graphorn was in.
Though he was trained in the realm of magical creatures, he found he indulged in the process of observing you. Memorizing the way you walked, the tune to your laugh, the little habits you exhibited when deep in thought, he found something new about you every day. He considered you a treasure trove of endearing behaviors that kept giving and giving, and providing the motivation to continue chasing after your affections day after day.
The wizard kept this in mind as he admired the expression of wonder you wore when interacting with the creatures, no matter how often you took part in the duties of the magical case. He was in a constant state of awe when you consistently showed interest in his extensive knowledge of magical beasts, though he was always happy to sate your ravenous curiosity.
With the task of cleaning the Bowtruckle tree this afternoon, Newt had become a bit dirtied up whilst re-filling the tree’s pot with fresh soil handful by handful to pack it accordingly. It gave him a chance to enjoy your company as you tended to each Bowtruckle, offering to hold them as you cooed lovingly at each one as though they were your own.
“Do Bowtruckles have a way of defending themselves?” You piped up, raising a brow in interest as you lovingly ran your index finger along a Bowtruckle’s back, who gave a chitter of satisfaction at your touch.
“When threatened, they can be known to gouge the eyes from those attacking their home,” Newt explained, enunciating as best he could with his wand in his mouth. “They’re stronger in numbers.”
He took joy in the way your enchanting E/C eyes glittered with admiration. “I almost don’t believe it with how accustomed they are to you,”
“Just lucky, I guess.” Newt joked, clapping his hands together to rid of the excess dirt before shoving his wand back in his pocket and picking up the bucket of water, pouring it carefully over the new soil. “Though there was one instance whe–”
A blur of almost-transparent white suddenly flew by, knocking over the bucket and spilling its remaining contents on the magizoologist, muddying his clothes all the more. You gave a laugh as Dougal revealed himself in front of Newt with what could only be described as a mischievous smile of sorts.
“Oh, come now Dougal,” Newt lightly reprimanded, shaking his now wet hands and reaching for the Demiguise with expectantly raised brows. “Back to bed for you.”
The Demiguise slipped elegantly from Newt’s reach, instead choosing to slink around the Bowtruckle tree and hide behind your legs with a slight huff. You couldn’t help the giggles that bubbled from your chest at Newt’s surprised expression as he placed his hands on his hips like an angry mother. “I’ll take care of our little rebel here, you’d better go change into something dry.” you offered, placing the Bowtruckle from your hand back onto the tree.
Giving a shy smile at your courtesy and charming laughter, Newt gave in with a sigh as he wrung out the sleeve of his dress shirt. “I reckon that’s for the best, don’t let his puppy-eyes fool you, though.” he warned, his heart warming at your genuine grin before he set off for the shed to change.
You crouched next to the Demiguise with a raised brow. “Alright Dougal, you might have Mummy there wrapped around your finger,” you gestured to Newt’s retreating form with a knowing smile, “But you and I both know it’s bedtime.”
The Demiguise gave what could be considered a discontented sigh as he reluctantly wrapped his long arms around your neck. You expertly lifted the creature into your arm, cradling him gently as you made your way to his hanging nest on the other side of the case. You softly hummed a lullaby, a smile of satisfaction tugging at the corners of your lips as you watched Dougal’s eyelids droop as you neared your destination.
Settling the Demiguise into his nest, you inhaled sharply in surprise as his large eyes suddenly opened and dilated, becoming pools of glowing sapphire as his paw gripped at your hand. Though the creature’s gaze was upon you, he wasn’t truly seeing you there. You recounted all the information Newt had told you about the Demiguise, and tilted your head to the side curiously as the beast’s gaze returned to its normal shade of shimmering gold. “What did you see?” you muttered, more to yourself than anything as Dougal only continued to stare at you, though you noted his grip on your hand tightened slightly.
You mulled over your limited options in your mind, eventually releasing Dougal’s hand, though he still seemed a bit apprehensive at your actions. “Mummy knows best, I suppose, I’ll go get him.” you concluded, sending the Demiguise a reassuring smile over your shoulder as you headed back toward the direction of the humble shack. You speedily made your way through the landscapes of the case, casting a glance behind to make sure Dougal wasn’t following you.
You suddenly felt your breath catch in your throat as you stepped on a long foreign object that was splayed across the pathway, though it didn’t take long for you to realize it was a spotted tail evidently slinking from under your the pressure of your footstep. Everything became a messy blur as you turned to the the origin of the tail, a mass of spotted yellow lunging toward you as a thunderous roar shook the ground and a clawed paw powerfully swept at you, which you assumed was what caused you to fall back so forcefully into the dirt.
Catching your breath, you meekly looked up to the mighty Nundu that growled in discomfort, the surrounding bush leaves trembling from the vibrations as she pulled her now-throbbing tail to her body protectively. “Oh sorry, I’m sorry!” you quickly apologized, scooting back and raising your hands in surrender under the shadow of the immense beast as your heart pounded in your ribcage, “I didn’t mean to, I should’ve seen you there, I…” you trailed off as you caught sight of fresh blood on the dirt between you and the Nundu. “Are you bleeding?” you asked fearfully, concern evident in your hushed tone as you cautiously crawled near the gigantic beast that licked at her tail, now seemingly unconcerned and barely aware of your presence.
The worry in your face was quickly replaced with confusion as you observed the small bloodstains on the dirt path, noting the thin consistency and deep red color didn’t match the blood of a Nundu. Your eyes widened in horror as a new pool of red appeared next to the others, a few droplets outlining the darkening stains, and dripping onto your palm as you lifted your hand to your chest carefully. Almost afraid to look, you pulled back and exhaled shakily at the sight of your hand coated in red.
Forcing yourself to look down, you inwardly cursed at the immensely deep gash that dragged across your collarbone, the blood seeping from the wound and into your blouse at an alarming speed. Your ears pounded with the sound of your erratic heartbeat, the adrenaline from the initial encounter with the Nundu concealing the eventual pain of your wound for the moment. You took one last look at the cat-like creature just to be sure she hadn’t suffered any lasting injury to her tail before staggering down the path with quaking knees.
Feeling your thoughts float out of reach as you became lightheaded, the natural landscape of the magical case began to blur and spin as you stumbled gratefully up the steps to the shed, one palm against your open cut while the other hurriedly swung the wooden door open.
Despite the painful burning sensation becoming apparent with every passing second, you could have almost forgotten about your injury completely as you drank in the sight before you.
Evidently in the midst of changing into dry clothes, Newt had jumped in surprise at your loud and sudden entrance, paused in the process of putting his hand into his clean crisp white shirtsleeve. For a moment, a slightly awkward quiet settled in the shed, as you couldn’t help but stare at the shirtless magizoologist before you, his chest freckled and awash with scars that ranged of all sizes, some still in the raw process of healing over while others permanently streaked his skin like miniature mountain ridges.
The sight gave you chills that tickled up your spine as the combined sensation of distress and awe churned deep inside of you, as you had never seen Newt’s scars before. You met his deep herbal gaze, his brow furrowed in perplexity as you swallowed thickly, feeling heat rush to your cheeks, though you reasoned it could just as well have been from the blood loss.
The thought reminded you of your predicament, and you blinked rapidly to break out of the trance you had found yourself in staring at the shirtless wizard. This appeared to free Newt of his own enchantment, his seafoam eyes widening in horror as he gave a light gasp at the sight of your blouse splashed with crimson.
Releasing a breath you didn’t realize you had been holding, you found yourself surprised and slightly embarrassed at the whimper that escaped your lips, your fingers gripping at your collar as the pain swelled across your chest. Newt was immediately at your side, his dress shirt long forgotten as his gaze scanned for the source of the bleeding, “Oh, Y/n, what happened?” he whispered, gingerly removing your shaking hand that covered your cut, his brow creasing in concern as you trembled under his touch, pain evident in your ragged breathing.
“It was an accident,” you managed to grunt, shaking your head and avoiding the magizoologists gaze in shame, attempting to swallow back the stinging sensation from your injury. “I made a silly mistake is all.”
“This is far from silly,” he muttered, observing your trembling form and quickly taking action to scoop you into his arms before your shaking knees collapsed. If you weren’t in such pain, you would’ve enjoyed the intimate gesture, though there was a sense of solemn worry in the air as Newt set you on the worn workbench, allowing him to properly inspect your injury under the lamplight. He chewed at his lower lip anxiously as he prepared a damp cloth to wipe your wound clean in one hand, the other quivering with his wand as he recited a string of healing spells, gaze hardened and focused.
You felt the gash along your collarbone heat and tingle slightly, though it wasn’t long before it returned to the deep aching that penetrated your chest. Newt sighed as he finished wiping away the drying blood, the wound having finally ceased it’s excessive bleeding. “Y/n, how did this–”
“I startled the Nundu,” you hurried to interject, feeling a pang of guilt in stomach as Newt shot you a terrified look. “But I didn’t mean to, and she panicked, and-,”
“I shouldn’t have left you Y/n, I’m so sorry, this is my fault, I–” Newt rambled, stopping short when you grasped his wrist for his attention.
“It was an accident, no one’s fault.” You stated firmly, looking at the magizoologist expectantly and smiling when he gave a curt nod of understanding.
He set to work collecting various bottles and jars of seemingly random liquids and herbs, though you had faith he knew exactly what he was doing as the wizard poured the ingredients together to make a violet, paste-like mixture that smelled of ground pepper and fresh-cut wood. “Sorry-this may hurt a bit,” he warned, giving you an apologetic expression as he pinched a bit of the mixture in between his fingers and gently spread it across your wound, evicting a hiss of pain from you as it burned across your skin. “So sorry love,” he repeated, quickly finishing the process and wiping his fingers on the now blood-stained cloth. He felt his muscles finally relax as you gave a sigh of relief, the pain subsiding as a result of the mixture’s properties.
Newt puffed out his cheeks in exasperation, his hands coming to rest on either side of you as he drummed his freckled fingers along the wooden ledge nervously, shoulders sinking slightly as he timidly met your E/C gaze. “I’m afraid it’s going to, ahm, scar.” he swallowed apprehensively, herbal eyes scanning you to gauge your reaction.
He was a shocked to see no trace of panic or disturbance in your face, rather a look of curiousness and perhaps even enthusiasm etched in your expression as your E/C gaze dropped to his chest, causing his cheeks to dust a light pink in the realization he hadn’t bothered to finish dressing himself when he saw your injured state.
“Like yours?” you inquired, voice barely above a whisper as you observed the magizoologist’s scarred chest that was much more evident in better lighting.
Newt took a moment to process your question, or rather the enchanted tone with which you had uttered it, observing your keen gaze as you examined his own scars. “Y-yes, I suppose.” he licked his lips warily, unsure of how to feel under your admiring stare. “I’m terribly sorry, Y/n, I–”
“Do you wear them like medals… or like chains?” you asked, looking up to your wizard with E/C eyes laced with concern.
Newt was taken aback by the oddly-wise and potent nature of your question, the compassion in your gaze making his heart thunder in his chest with affection. You appeared so eager to hear his response, your patient yet expectant eyes giving Newt the surge of confidence in his answer, “They’re a part of me now so I suppose I, ahm, wear them…as a part of myself.”
Newt observed your thoughtful expression as a ghost of a smile graced your lips, looking to his chest once more with newfound wonderment churning in your E/C gaze.
Under your stare, despite your uncritical and accepting manner, Newt felt the need to explain himself, the words spilling from his mouth before he had time to think of why he was even speaking. “I-it’s not their fault of course, none of these creatures are dangerous, n-not really, it’s worth it– though I’m aware they’re not the most attractive–”
You pursed your lips in thought as you tilted your head curiously at the wizard. “You’re proud of them, in a way.”
Newt found himself speechless, your hypothesis revealing a monumental element of himself he hadn’t realized existed until that very moment. His mouth hung slightly ajar, attempting to formulate a response, though he found most words escaped him, mind reeling with the newfound revelation. He found words weren’t necessary, though, as he watched you raise one hand and press your two fingers together, bringing them to your lips where you ever-so-gently placed a kiss.
Newt could have sworn his heart skipped a beat entirely as you delicately placed your fingers to his chest, atop the beginning of his largest scar that curved down his ribcage. He shuddered slightly as your soft, warm skin tenderly trailed down the mark, as if you were memorizing the pattern from your touch. The magizoologist had never felt so vulnerable and yet so secure at the same time, your gaze comforting and actions sincere. He observed in fascination as you brought your fingers to your lips once more, then placed them on another smaller scar that stretched along his shoulder and traced it just as softly, your contact fond and affectionate as you repeated the process over and over until you had coated every scar with a cherishing touch.
When you had finished the intimate motions, you brought your hand to cup the wizard’s cheek, gazing upon him lovingly. “I’ll be proud of mine, too.”
Newt’s seafoam eyes looked to you in pure fascination, sighing as he felt himself practically melt into your touch. His chest blossoming in adoration, Newt gingerly lifted his two freckled fingers to his own lips, imitating your actions as he fondly traced just below your forming scar along your collarbone, the sensation of his fingers against your skin sparking fireworks in your stomach.
You felt your heart leap in your chest as Newt’s fingers continued tracing along your chest and trailed up your neck softly, his hand cradling the back of your head. His half-lidded herbal gaze flickered to yours as if to ask permission as his freckled nose brushed against yours, your growing smile giving him the encouragement to pull you forward and close the space between the two of you, lips crashing and hearts fluttering.
The lingering prickling pain across your healing wound seemed to simmer away as Newt’s lips met yours, plush and warm as his fingers entangled in your H/C locks. He gave a sigh of satisfaction when you slid your hands from his shoulders up to his wild almond-streaked curls, leaving goosebumps in the wake of your touch against his bare skin. You giggled when Newt pulled away for air, his cheeks flushed a rosy pink as he bit back a grin and pressed his forehead against yours.
“Merlin’s beard, you’re so…” he shook his head thoughtfully, amber curls tickling your forehead as he chose his words with care. “…breathtaking”
You hummed happily and felt yourself blush in response to such sincerity, lost in his eyes that were like pools of raging, passionate green sea waters that frothed with raw ardor. Completely smitten, you drank in every detail of the wizard before you. Cinnamon dusted honey curls complimented his freckles that were like constellations in the serene sky of his shyly affectionate expression. Savouring the sensation of such close proximity, you allowed one hand to drift to his shoulder and trace along a similar scar along his collarbone as you looked to him adoringly. “And you’re a masterpiece.”
Newt exhaled sharply in disbelief, baffled by the sincerity and capacity of your words, their meaning penetrating him on an intensely sensitive emotional level. To be told that he, in all his battered-up, scathed, freckled glory, was someone of beauty in your eyes, was unlike anything he’d ever felt before, wonderment and gratitude washing over his form entirely. Giving a chuckle of elation, Newt felt the surge of joy and confidence to pull you into a much more fervent kiss, grinning at your squeak of surprise.
When the need for air arose again, the both of you rested with foreheads pressed together, smiling like giddy schoolchildren, soaking in one another’s presence.
A light chirping brought you back into reality, the familiar sound drifting through the open shed doorway and crescendoing into a cacophony of peeping. “The Occamy’s sound hungry.” you smirked.
You couldn’t help but give a laugh at the slightly annoyed expression Newt wore, though it quickly dissipated as his maternal instincts took over. “I, ah, suppose we should tend to that.” he murmured, though you noticed he made no effort to move from your current position.
“I got it.” You smiled, giving Newt a light peck on lips with a contented smile as you swiftly slid down from the wooden tabletop. You giggled at his little pout of disappointment, snatching his clean white dress shirt from the shed floor and wrapping it around your shoulders as you strutted out of the shack with a wink tossed your shoulder.
Newt couldn’t help but stand there in the shed, stunned, blushing and utterly infatuated.
Later that night, Newt set to scribbling notes for his book, scrawling a few sketches of his beasts in the margins for illustration inspiration, his papers strewn across the workbench haphazardly. However, he found himself unable to concentrate as hoped, listening to your steady breathing in the cot behind him, he could hardly resist the thought of sleep.
The idea gnawing at him relentlessly, Newt gave in to the temptation. He abandoned his materials scattered on the tabletop, leaving his chair and meandering to the cot, observing your eyes fluttering in deep sleep. Gently, so as not to wake you, the magizoologist cuddled up next to your slumbering form.
Newt slightly panicked when you gave a moan of contentment, though he found himself smiling when you snuggled closer to him, mumbling something incoherent in sleep. Utterly enchanted, Newt indulged in the sight of you so peaceful, eventually gazing down to your newly forming scar along your collarbone.
In the same fashion as before, Newt traced along the ridged red line with two freckled fingers, the connection he felt almost overwhelming as he recalled the events of that day. His soul tranquil, Newt nuzzled closer, under the crook of your arm and into your chest where the soothing rhythm of your heartbeat lulled him to a deep sleep.
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A big thank you to all those who like/reblog, and to those who have left such lovely comments, they truly make my day, thank you! <3
Summary: Minghao and Mingyu are getting closer and Junhui is totally okay with it, or not.
A/N: So a lovely anon requested this and I originally planned on making it short but then i was like “nah, lets make it into a full one-shot” and yeah, that’s what happened
It’s not that Junhui is jealous, no,
it’s nothing like that, but he was Minghao’s friend first—would
even go as far as to say his best-friend—so he had the right to be
a little irritated at how close Mingyu’s gotten to the bboy. Junhui’s
not too keen about sharing his things, even when he was little, and
no that wasn’t being jealous, he just doesn’t like sharing. Jealousy
and being overprotective are two totally different things.
Not that he’s overprotective of
Minghao, nope, not at all. Wait, what are they doing now? That isn’t
“He’s at it again,” Jihoon snickers
from the floor, sweat-drenched cotton-candy hair stuck to his
forehead. Junhui ignores it though because there’s nothing to laugh
Gabriel sat in the meeting, praying to his dad
(who was leading the meeting) that it would be out soon. This was the sixth meeting this week that had
gone into the wee hours of the morning.
Not that it affected sleep schedules or anything, but it meant that the
only time he got to see you was when you were asleep. It was driving him mad. It had been over a month since your mating
and he hated being away from you like this.
“Alright, that sounds good, we can end the meeting
there for now.” Chuck finally spoke
up. Before anyone could say anything
else, Gabriel was gone, leaving the other angels to only look on with curiosity
at the empty space he left.
“Eager, isn’t he.”
Michael joked with his father before turning away to deal with some
You sit down, bored, your laptop open and playing your friend, Logan Paul’s YouTube vlogs. “Young doggie!” He yells at his puppy, Kong. Even though you know how he is on a daily basis since you visit him so often, you still watch his vlogs to support his growing channel.
Suddenly, your phone beside you buzzes. You take a look at the screen and light up with excitement.
“(y/n),” Daniel sings through the phone, “How are you, my love?”
“Hey baby,” You smile, fixing your messy hair into a lazy ponytail. “I’m doing great, but I’m missing you a ton.”
He shoots an adorable smile back, “I miss you too.” You notice that behind Daniel’s head, everything is moving, signifying that he is walking around.
“What are you doing?” You ask him, grinning.
“I’m going to the store,” He chuckles, “I’m just grabbing my keys.”
“I see,” You lean back on the fluffy throw pillows, “Why don’t you come by and say hello?”
“Babe, I’m FaceTiming you,” He shakes his head, snickering, “And I’ve been really busy with the boys lately, so I don’t really have time to stop by and visit, love. I’m sorry.”
“Just a quick visit?” You beg, “Pretty please?”
“Babygirl, I already sai-”
“I know, but…” You sigh, “I just really need to hear your laugh.”
He smiles, “I’ll laugh right here, ready? Ha-”
“No, Daniel, in person.” You grin.
“Well, I’m sorry but I can’t.” He shrugs, “Dave’s got us working hard and I have a new song idea so I have to add onto that and then work on the chords for the new album… you know how it goes, lovely.”
“Mhm,” You mumbled, still disappointed that your boyfriend wasn’t able to come over.
You watch through the screen as he walks into the kitchen. You hear someone in the background yelling something about a perm.
“That was Jack, wasn’t it?” You laugh.
“Yep,” Daniel says, picking a group of keys off of the kitchen wall.
“Tell the moron I said hello.”
“Okie dokie,” Daniel says and looks up from his phone, “JACK,”
“(y/n) SAYS HELLO”
Suddenly, you hear loud and speedy footsteps racing towards Daniel. Jack takes a deep breath and screams into the phone deafeningly, “HEEEEEEEY LOOOOOOSER”
“You’re so obnoxious, oh my gosh,” You roll your eyes as you wave at him sarcastically. You and Jack had formed a good friendship ever since you started dating Daniel and it got to the point where Jack would start calling you his ‘best friend’.
“DAAS RIIIIGHT” Jack yells and looks at himself through the phone camera, “Ooh, my curls are looking good today.”
“Oh shut up,” You and Daniel say in unison. Jack makes a funny face and walks away from Daniel shouting ‘GOODBYE YOU DUMMYHEADS’.
“So where exactly are you going?” You ask Daniel as he climbs into the car, “Which store?”
“Uhh, I don’t know yet.” He chuckles.
“Well, call me when you get there. Drive safely.” You smile widely at the sight of him fumbling with the keys, not hearing what you said.
“Oh! What was that, hun?” He snaps back to reality.
You laugh at his sweet innocence, “Never grow up, Daniel.”
A few minutes after you hang up on Daniel, your belly asks for a snack. You get up tiredly and walk to your kitchen, your fuzzy socks gliding across the laminate floors. Walking to the kitchen, you pass your living room, where you and Daniel had so many cute memories. You stop to think about the time where you two had first kissed while watching Marley & Me or when you fell asleep on his chest while he cuddled you during a power outage due to a thunderstorm. Then, your happiness became disappointment when you realized you hadn’t had a date with Daniel in so long. It had been almost a month since he had come over to visit you. Now, he didn’t have time, he claimed. You moved on with walking to the kitchen, the warm thoughts floating away as your sadness overcame your mind.
You reach the island in the center of your white kitchen and search through the cabinets lazily, like a big brown bear looking for berries. After looking for a couple of minutes, you find a box of slightly stale Cheez-Its and decide that it’s enough to satisfy your hunger.
You jump onto the marble countertop and munch on the crackers, flipping through your phone. Then, you hear a sound in the hallway.
“What the?” You place the box beside you and walk down the hallway, alert to any warnings.
All of a sudden, the door opens and you see a tall figure walk towards you. You quickly flip the light on and realize that it isn’t an intruder - it’s only Daniel. Wait, Daniel!
You run towards him, confused but happy. You wrap him in a big hug as you breathe in his chocolate-chip-cookie scent. He drops the bag and bouquet of light pink roses that had occupied his hands to pull you closer to him. “Babe? What are you doing here?”
“I know that I’ve been a bit distant, so I came over to surprise you!” He smiles and grabs the bag and flowers from the floor, “I brought you these - he hands you the roses with a silly smirk plastered on his handsome face - and also some food. I didn’t know what you were craving so I brought Taco Bell, In-N-Out and some extra snacks. Oh, and I also brought some mooovies!”
You drag your lips across his lovingly and place your forehead on his, “This is so lovely. You are too cute, Daniel.”
“Well, I just wanted to know that you, (y/n), come first. A dumb song can wait, but you, darling, are more important.” He whispers.
“I love you,” You kiss him again.
“I love you, too.” He hugs you then places his chin on the top of your head, “Are you hungry? Because I didn’t buy all this food for nothing.”
You laugh and nod, grabbing the flowers and Daniel’s hand, leading him to the kitchen.
a/n: this is my apology for making the Jonah imagine so sad lol please accept my apology, y’all