how he makes you feel

Home, Love, Family

Originally posted by limegreenmonkey

Request: Hello! Are requests open? Can you make a short fic/imagine where Newt is just that shy, quiet, odd himself, but the reader/a friend of his is having some trouble with their family? How would he make them feel better? If you don’t wanna write it it’s ok! Do what makes you comfortable :D

A/N: My requests are always open! Just pop them up in my ASK! But you have no idea how excited I got when I saw this because I relate to this request a lot, and I got to merge in my own experience in it! It’s also strikingly cheesy in the end, I hope you liked it! xx

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Moving from the United States of America to Great Britain was something you never planned on doing, ever. In fact, you don’t even remember the move really, it was all quite a blur.

You just remember being in a car for days and days, only to move from a place where the sun was shining endlessly, to a cloudy and dark city where people talked funny. After all, you were only four- it’s not like you would remember, right?

Wrong.

Although you couldn’t remember details, you could always recall being happier in the United States; and normally it was the little things that made you miss home the most. Whether it was a particular movie title or a flower, it didn’t matter, you just knew that Britain wasn’t where you belonged. That is- until you went to Hogwarts.

Suddenly your closed opinion seemed to change once you started to attend Hogwarts, suddenly you didn’t miss the feeling of home because Hogwarts was now your home, and this time, you weren’t living on a memory, you were experiencing it face to face.

Not to say that your life was a fairy tale now that magic was involved, because in reality, things were a bit harder on you. Your parents had no idea that you were a magical being, and the fact that Hogwarts, one of the best schools for Witches and Wizards, was practically in your backyard was a mere coincidence.

Your father started to suspect that your mother had an idea that you had magic within you the entire time, which is why she suggested the family move, but in reality she was just as shocked as you. A war started to break out between your parents once you received your letter. Your mother immediately gave you her blessing on leaving to pursue your magical education, but your father had different ideas.

“I don’t see why (y/n) has to go away just to learn how to pull a rabbit out of a hat!” he cried, waving his arms up, “(y/n) can easily just stay here and go to a regular school!”

At first you ignored your father, trusting that he would get used to the idea of you moving away, but he never did. In fact, he fought it until the last day, still insisting that you stay.

“I don’t want to stay.” you said calmly. “You already made me leave home, don’t stop me from finding a new one. Please.”

Your words caused your father to stare at you sadly before nodding once, “Alright.” he said, “just- be safe.” 

Ever since that day, you’ve never looked back.

Upon arriving at Hogwarts you were sorted into Hufflepuff despite your worry. The Sorting Hat was quick to put you in Hufflepuff after saying, “I can see kindness in you- ah yes and a desperate cry to prove yourself- should you be in Ravenclaw? You are brilliant you know- you would do well there…oh. HUFFLEPUFF!”

Immediately after the Sorting Hat cried Hufflepuff, loud cheers and friendly faces greeted you as you were ushered to your seat where a smiling boy with honey colored eyes looked at you and smiled sheepishly. “It’s nice to meet you.” he said quietly as the next person scurried to their seat where the Sorting Hat awaited. 

“You too.” 


At first your adaptation at Hogwarts was fairly easy. It was almost too easy. You hadn’t heard from your family in weeks and as horrible as this sounded, you were quite relieved.

Whenever you would go home for the holidays however, the change was small, however it was still there. 

Of course your parents were eager to see you again after so long, and as loving as the situation was, it always ended in screams.

Your sanctuary was Hogwarts and all who were in it, especially those who were in your house. Of course you had plenty of friends outside of your own house, but you always seemed to feel better whenever you were snuggled in your common room listening to the wind hit the windows softly.

It had been less than a week since your return from Christmas break, and although technically, the Winter break was still going on; you had really only been home for about three days before all hell broke loose.

You were currently sitting in the Hufflepuff common room with a pillow close to your chest. The fire was lit in front of you, providing a much needed warmth. Thoughts were firing left and right and you were trying your best to ignore it all, but no prevail.

You seemed to be lost within the fire as flashbacks of your parents arguing flooded your mind. You could hear your mother and father yelling as if they were right in front of you. “Stop trying to make things better just because (y/n) is back home! You know damn well that once (y/n) leaves it’s going to be the same.”

All at once everything seemed to crash, tears started running down your face silently as you kept your gaze focused on the flickering embers.

In fact, you were so wrapped up in your thoughts, you failed to notice a familiar face walking right in front of you. “(y/n)?” said a voice, and when you looked up startled, you were met with warm honey colored eyes.

“I’m sorry, Newt,” you muttered, quickly looking away from him almost immediately and back into the flames, “didn’t mean to ignore you.”

You heard Newt hum lightly in response, as he sat next to you on the couch, “why are you here?” he asked calmly, “I figured you’d be home with your parents.”

“I could ask the same about you.”

Letting out a small chuckle and running his fingers through his hair, “Well-” he said, “my parents are oh so proud of my older brother, and there was an opportunity in Albania for him, and instead of tagging along with them, I decided it might be better if I stayed here.”

“Oh.” you replied softly, “I’m sorry.”

“But I rather much know what’s upsetting you, (y/n). You’re always so happy and nice, it’s unsettling to see you so unhappy.”

“It’s just family issues.” you said, finally turning around to face Newt with a sad look on your face, “there’s nothing really anyone can do about it. I’m trying to do my best and ignore it, but it’s just so difficult.” you continued, “I can hear them screaming at each other in my head.”

Newt looked at his hands for a moment before he looked up at you with what you could only make out to be determination in his eyes. “I understand how difficult it is to live with pain, but you really don’t have to endure it by yourself. That’s why you have us,” Newt continued as he motioned to the entire common room. “We care about you.”

At this point tears started welling up in your eyes and you sniffled as you looked down, “I just- I can’t believe that I’m losing my family.” you replied, shakily.

“No you’re not.” Newt retorted sharply, “(y/n), you could never lose your family. No matter what, your parents will always love you. Don’t forget that okay? They love you and this school loves you. You will never lose your family, ever.”

anonymous asked:

My little is constantly being bratty and it totally destroys my self esteem. I constantly feel like I'm just not good enough for him to submit to. He rarely listens to me, especially when I'm ordering him to do the simplest of fucking tasks for the sake of his health (like eating, sleeping, taking his medicine...) He even goes so far as to only call me Mommy when he's tired or happy. It's hurtful. He's worth my time. I plan to marry him. Aside from this, we're a happy couple. Advice? Please?

Do you punish him when he disobeys? Does he find enjoyment in the punishments? Does he find enjoyment in being bratty? Does he know he’s hurting? Has it crossed your mind that he is hurting you intentionally? 

I would suggest talking to him outside of little space unless you two communicate better when he is in little space. Tell him how he makes you feel when he does that. Be as honest as you can about that and then ask him why he does it. 

If you don’t want to talk. Enforce the roles in your relationship. Establish the dominance. Whether its something sexual like tying him up and dominating him (with consent) or non sexual like saying no to him in your most assertive voice and putting him in time out.

Maybe he wants you to be more assertive and dominant in your relationship. Honestly just put your foot down and tell him this isn’t how it’s going to work and tell him how it is. Inbox if you need any other help anon. I’m here for ya ❤️

i just.. . can’t get over sign of the times. there is so much feeling in it - hope, desperation, strength, vulnerability, pain, love, bravery - and all of it is so palpable, i feel like i can taste it in the air while the song’s playing. he pulls you in at the very first note and tangles you into his soul with every note after that. the energy in his voice just. it washes over you, wave after wave, like an ocean of electricity and emotion. 

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a study in eyes and eyelashes ft. connor brown (◡‿◡✿) → for @mitchsauston

Friendly Reminder

that while you can make jokes about Feyre manipulating Lucien in ACOWAR by using his mating bond with Elain, that will not make him change. It will make him worse. His condition will get worse as the female he saw as a friend, manipulates him again and again. Just as Tamlin did to him.  

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the olicity q: [16/?]

Stay for the night

So… I had this idea earlier today and I’ve been working on it since 3PM. I hope you guys enjoy it and please let me know what you think! Lots of love, B xx

The house is empty and silent, much different than when you first arrived and the last bottles of beer and wine have been tossed in the bin just outside of Harry’s kitchen. You’ve managed to tidy things up a bit, make the house less messy than when his drunk guests left almost half an hour ago and now, after washing your hands from the sticky remnants of beer that got all over them while you cleaned up, you can finally try and find him and bid your goodbyes.

When you do find him, he’s sitting on his couch, legs spread open and a hand resting on his tummy, his head tipped back and resting against the back of the couch, a frown on his forehead and his lips pressed in a tight line - if you didn’t know better, you’d say he’s fighting nausea but you know the truth. You know he’s just about to pass out and sleep for the rest of the night on his couch and the only thing he’s waiting for is for you to leave - he’s too much of a gentleman to let you just leave without saying goodbye.

Smiling, you stand between his legs, one knee resting on the small bit of the couch that’s available and you lean forward, hand reaching for the curls that fall across his forehead, your fingers pushing it back in a slow rub against his scalp and he hums in appreciation of the gesture.

“Everyone’s gone.” You inform him, thumb smoothing across the frown lines on his forehead and he relaxes under your touch, his face turning softer, his lips opening around a sigh of contentment. “I’ve cleaned up so you don’t have to do it tomorrow.”

“Didn’t have to.” He says and you can see his sleepy green eyes open to glare at you, but the effect of his intended angry stare is just a grumpy and pouty, too sleepy to look menacing stare. “‘M a grown man, can do my own cleaning.”

“Know you are…” You giggle, cupping his face in one of your hands and rubbing your thumb across his pouty lips. “Just wanted to help.”

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Originally posted by softtroublemaker

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Harry X Reader

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Request? Yes:

riding harrys leg on a balacony overlooking the aegean on a sunny july day

THIGH RIDING THIGH RIDING THIGH RIDING THIGH RIDING THIGH RIDING THIGH RIDING THIGH RIDING THIGH RIDING THIGH RIDING THIGH RIDING THIGH RIDING THIGH RIDING PLEASE

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BTS reaction to accidently touching your boob

Jin:

Jin would be embarrassed that his hand brushed against your boob. He would apologize a million times and say that he didn’t mean it. He would also explain that he would never do something like that unless you wanted him to. “I’m so sorry!! I won’t do it again! I promise!”

Originally posted by jiyoongis


Yoongi:

He wouldn’t even care if he touched it or not. You’d have to tell Yoongi what he did, your face being kind of red from what just happened. When you did he just shrugged with a little bit of a laugh. “So what? it’s just a boob.”

Originally posted by jeonbase


Hobi:

Hobi would realize what he just did, he would jump and squeal like the dork he is. He would tell you he was really sorry and that he really didn’t mean to touch you like that. “AHHHH! Oh my God, I’m sorry!!”

Originally posted by ineedakpopgif


Namjoon:

Once Namjoon realized he brushed against your breast by accident, he would be really worried he made you feel uncomfortable. He would ask to talk with you one-on-one and say how sorry he was and that he didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable in any way. “I’m extremely sorry. It was an accident…”

Originally posted by jjilljj


Jimin:

Once you told Jimin what he did he would be really blushy and kind of flustered about what he did. He would also be a little smug about it and start getting a little flirty with you once he realized you weren’t angry at him. “I’ll be sure to ask next time, jagi~.”

Originally posted by baepsaeboyss


Tae:

Tae would laugh when you told him he accidently hit you in the boob while he was dancing about. He would be kinda embarrassed, but he would be super giggly about the whole thing. He would ask if you were okay after he got done laughing. “I’m sorry!! I didn’t mean it!”

Originally posted by bangtangirl-cutennes-v


Jungkook:

He wouldn’t be able to look you in the eye. Jungkook would approach you with his head down looking at your feet, while inside he would be freaking out. He would just mumble a bunch of things that you couldn’t understand while talking extremely fast. “I’m super sorry I really didn’t mean do to that I wont do it again I’m so sorry”

Originally posted by askmeifimadalek


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Reconciling…

For @jonathan-cranes-mistress-of-fear

I saw your post earlier about not feeling so great :( so i told myself i soon as i get home i’mma draw you something and here it is.

I hope it makes you laugh. Truth be told Scarecrow can pull off a boa scarf quite well, i think it should be an accessory in the game he can hit you with XD

Concept: Bitty as a top selling writer who churns out highly popular stories in a well known magazine. Bitty is also the bane of the editing department, because he has to turn in a chapter a month.

“Hes so nice….but his work ethic is so terrible…but HES SO NICE HOW DO YOU MAKE HIM WRITE WITHOUT FEELING LIKE AN ASS?!”

His editor stuck with him through the ages until she became pregnant and decided that she cant take care of two infants at once so she passed the mantle of being Eric Bittle’s editor to the rookie (bc hes the only one she could con into taking the job) and left him notes

1) Call to remind him about the deadline one week in advance, and always tell him that its due three more days earlier than it is

2) Dont be fooled by his sweet tones and promises to “get right to it!” Check his twitter account omgcheckplease to make sure hes not tweeting

3) If he offers you pie take it. You wont regret it, BUT DONT LET THE PIE BRIBE YOU INTO GIVING HIM AN EXTRA DAY

4) You will probably have to show up at his apartment three days before to check in and make sure he has his draft almost finished.

5) Call his husband, Jack, at this number xxx-xxx-xxxx when all else fails and Bitty is ignoring you in favor of making more pie

6) Compliment his husband in front of him to get him in a good mood so he can start writing

7) But be careful not to get sucked into small talk that lasts hours. His southern charm WILL get to you so be aware.