i am so excited for the movie

anonymous asked:

are you sad lin lost?

I am, but I still think that even though he lost (this time), it doesn’t change how important his work is.

I was around 9 when Lilo & Stitch came out, and even though I was kind of past my Disney years, I was so excited to see a movie where a Hawaiian girl was the main character. I know there are so many little girls today who now have an amazing movie and an incredible song to grow up with. They get to see a little bit of their story in the movie all their friends love. They got to see a girl who looks like them perform at the Oscars and hear Lin call her a warrior.

I wish Lin had won the Oscar, but I think he knows that he did something bigger.

The Wedding

Lafayette x Reader

Possibly part one of The Godfather series! 

Note: Day three of the write-a-thon here we are for lit day! You guys have no idea how excited I am about this one, being able to adapt my all time favorite book/movie was so exciting. This is only an adaptation of the beginning scenes, and if this is received well I’ll turn this into a series and adapt the rest of the novel so please let me know what you think of this one and whether or not you want to see more. 

Warning: drinking, mentions of cheating, drug mentions, organised crime (if this is something I need to warn about)

Setting: 1940′s New York

Word Count: 2,040

Tagged: @dem-shitposts-n-stuff @hamiltonsquills @rottwat @iamgrayfox @whatevernever @tallish-hobbit (because I know you were excited about this, not because you actually wanted to be tagged)

Originally posted by jamiiton

George Washington is the head of one of the five powerful mafia families of New York. With his olive oil business as his front, Washington has built himself an empire and sits comfortably at the top.

When he and his wife Martha discovered that they were unable to have children, the couple resorted to adoption in order to provide Washington a successor. They ended up with four children.

The oldest is Hercules a hot headed man who is expected to take over the family when George decides to step down (or dies). 

Next is John who after spending his childhood knowing there is no way he will ever become Godfather of the family spends his time with drink and women.

Third is Gilbert a young man who wants nothing to do with the family business and joins the war effort at the beginning of the second world war 

And finally the couple’s only daughter is Maria a sheltered girl who George is particularly protective of. 

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okay listen you might not like moonlight (which i havent seen yet but soon will and im rly excited for) or la la land but i actually enjoyed it/am looking forward to seeing it and la la land made me really happy, it gave me some of my hope to live on back, so PLEASE IM BEGGING YOU. tag anything against the movies with anti la la land or anti moonlight so i can blacklist it bcs seeing so much hate against it actually makes me really god damn upset and i’m already struggling a lot with my depression rn so please. thank you, i hope i wont have to stay away from tumblr for the next month 

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current read 24/08/2016 • Gone Girl

I’m so late to the party I can’t even see the band wagon anymore…I was going to read this later since its at the end of my TBR shelf, but then I saw the first minutes of the movie and I got all excited.
I don’t doubt this is an amazing novel plot and character wise, but I am struggling with the authors voice as it alludes to a time and age I can’t relate with. Nevermind, once I hit the thick of the plot I’m sure I’ll be swayed!

Don’t Take Them Away From Me

Newt Scamander x Muggle!Reader

Summary: The reader is a muggle in England, and a No-Maj in America. What happens when the reader goes along with Newt to New York? What will happen when MUCUSA finds out that Newt and you have a relationship, and that you know about magic. What will happen when they take away his creatures and you, and you have something to tell him.

 A/N: This is an imagine to commemorate the new movie ‘Fantastic Beasts And Where To Find Them’. And because I am a big fan of the Harry Potter franchise so I am excited to be writing this. I have had to change some of the story line to fit the reader into this.

 Italics = Flashbacks

 Warnings: Possible Angst, some feels and fluff. Newt almost crying and doing so. None other than I can think of, so that’s it. But some possible mentions of sex, or Newt being sexually interment. Mentions of anxiety.

Originally posted by hardyness

Originally posted by dailyfantasticbeastsgifs

Originally posted by chatnoirs-baton

You had known Newt from the start of his book. You had met him in a coffee shop, in 1920. You could see that he was in the corner scribbling down on his note pad with his pen like the world was about to end, from the serving counter. You had decided sit next to him and start up some conversation with the soon-to-be-author.

 “Do you mind if I take a seat here, please?” You asked looking at the red/brown haired man looking down at his papers. He lifts his head and sees your (Y/E/C) eyes looking at him, and a small smile on your lips. He immediately became nervous when he saw you, and started stuttering.

You could see his face more clearly when he looked up. He had countless reckless that were scattered on his face. You could see his mix between green and golden eyes. You instantly fell in love with the man in front of you.

 “Y-y-yes y-you, um, c-can. I-if you want to.” He said in the best way he could, considering that to him, you were gorgeous; and you were standing right in front of him.

You pulled the seat out from under the table, and place your coat around the back of the chair.

“My name is Newton Artemis Fido Scamander. But you can just call me Newt.” He managed to say without stuttering, or making a fool out of himself.

“My name is (Y/F/N), but you can call me (Y/N).” You smiled, taking a sip from your cup of tea.

 That was the first time you had heard him speak, and it was the moment that you became friends. You then started seeing each other and then started working with him on his book. You can still remember the first time that he asked you out on a date.

 “(Y/N), I would very much like to ask you something.” He asked as you turned around to him. You were both on the streets of Trafalgar Square in London. You were having lunch on the side of one of the fountains. You looked at him straight in the eye, seeing that he was nervous. “I would like to ask if you would like to accompany me on a date?” You just stared at him, trying to get your answer out, with a mouthful of food. “You see I very much like you, and it’s okay if you don’t like me back or anything. I just wanted to see if I had a chance with you.” He was literally holding his breath when he was saying this.

 You had finished your mouthful of food, and replied with your answer.

“Yes Newt I would love to go with you to dinner. I have liked you since the day that I sat next to you in the coffee shop.” You placed your hand on his cheek, and the heat of his cheek warmed up your hand. You also started to lean forward and placed you lips on his. It was your first kiss together. You could feel his breath get caught in his throat and then it being expelled through his nose. You both pulled away from each other, because you both needed to breath.

 Your first date that night was the most magical night that you had ever had. Later in the relationship, Newt revealed his biggest secret to you. One that has been bugging him since your date in Hyde Park.

 “(Y/N). I have been meaning to tell you something. Since our date in Hyde park.” You were both in your shared flat when he had decided to ask you. You both had been dating for the matter of two years, and you had always wondered why he kept in an old batted suitcase, that was never put away. Newt said that it must be out always, in case there was an emergency. “I must show you now, otherwise I won’t be able to say it all.”

 You looked at him, confused. You had told each other everything. He took the case out from under the dining room table. He clicked both latches that were on the case and open the case. He placed one foot in the case and then the other, climbing down the ladder that led him to his creatures, but you couldn’t see the ladder. You couldn’t believe that your boyfriend could fir his 6-foot self in a tiny case. He continued to climb down the ladder and onto the case, you just stood there in shock. Then his hand came up and beckoned you to follow him into the case.

 As you made your way down the ladder you were taken back by the sight. You could see multiple habitats with strange creatures in then. They were beautiful and they were flying around, stomping and doing what you assumed what they normally did.

You saw Newt standing near a desert like habitat area. You saw that he was looking at something in the area, so you decide to see what he was looking at. You made your way over to where Newt was and saw him petting a gryphon-like creature with six wings and two long tails with feathers on the end.

 “This is Frank, he’s a thunderbird,” your eyes landed on the small creature, and saw him hiss and growl at you.” You may want to step back. He doesn’t take kindly to strangers. He was trafficked, you see. I found him in Egypt; he was all chained up and I couldn’t leave him there, he was so young. One day I wish to return him to the winds of Arizona.” You stared in awe at the beast.

Frank could tell that there was something going on between the two of you, and started stalking his way cautiously towards you. Once he reached you, and sniffed you to see if you were dangerous, like the people that took him. When he confirmed that you weren’t a threat to him, he snuggled into your stomach. Newt stood beside you, eyeing Frank to see if he was going to attack you, but instead he was admiring you and Frank together. That’s when he learned that if a muggle could cooperate with magical creatures, then wizards and witches could.

 “Newt, how is this all possible?” You asked, petting Frank just as Newt did earlier.

 “That’s the thing that I’ve been wanting to tell you. I’m a wizard.” He exclaimed as he took his wand out of his pocket to show you. You looked at him as if he were mad. To prove you wrong, Newt cast a spell and made some roses appear in his hands which he then gave to you.

 “Well I have no evidence that say that you aren’t a wizard.” You replied, giving him a kiss.

 

You just couldn’t see the box in his pocket. That was the point where Newt decided that he was going to write his book, and you weren’t going to let him do it alone. But he had to ask you something a year later after that day. You had been helping Newt take care of the creatures, and they have taken a liking to you since you were Newt’s girlfriend. They recognized you as their care taker also, making them want to be around you, even more than Newt.

 You were both feeding the creatures inside of Newt case. You had both saved a branch of Bowtruckles. They were found in a cage in Glasgow. You both decided to keep them and take care of them as well. A certain bowtruckle, that was named Pickett, he had attachment issues to both Newt and yourself. He was with you always, or if not Newt. You had both tried to get him to connect and be with the rest of his branch, but he insisted on stayed with you two. The other bowtruckles were accusing you both of favoritism.

 But now you were feeding the branch woodlice. It was how wizards could extract wand wood from the trees that they would be protecting. When you heard a tiny squeak from behind you. You looked down to see Pickett holding a ring in his tiny, spider leg like fingers, which creeped you out at times. You then looked up to see Newt running towards you and the branch of bowtruckles.

 He scooped up Pickett in his hands, taking the ring from him while doing so, and then turning back to you, with panicked expression on his face.

“You saw the ring, didn’t you?” You nodded eying him. He sighed placing Pickett on his shoulder and then telling him that they’ll talk about what he did later.

“Well, I was planning to do this later, when I could actually do it. But Pickett, thought that it would push me forward into doing it if he broke the ice. So, before I run away out of pure fear of doing this, and before the niffler gets this.. (Y/F/N), will you do me the honor of marrying me?”

 You got down on your knees, so that you were eye level with him and placed your lips on his. Expelling all the passion which you held for that man in front of you. Newt got the message and placed the ring on your left hand and kissed you again, wrapping his arms around you; hugging you after the kiss. You both had happy tears running down your faces. Without noticing that the creatures had made their way toward you both and making a circle around you both. When you both pulled away from each other, and when they saw the ring on your finger. They had an outburst of roars, growls and other sounds of happiness, and congratulated you both.

 Since a year after that, you both got married, and since then, you both went around the world, observing creatures and writing about their habits for young wizards to see and read about. You have both decided that you were to go to America, to study new creatures that would be native to the land. But to also release Frank into the wild desert of Arizona, like Newt has always wanted.  You both made your way to the docks and you both arrived in New York.

 You had met some lovely people. You met a muggle like you, Jacob Kowalski, and two witches called Tina and Queenie Goldstein. They were a bit chocked that you and Newt were married, because of   the American muggle rule. All ‘no-majs’, as they called muggles, aren’t allowed to have any relationships with magical beings and they’re not allowed to marry them, they’re not allowed to know anything about the wizarding world. And if any muggle did, they would have to be obliviated, and you didn’t want to forget about Newt or the creatures that you have come to love.

 But unfortunately, Newt’s case was opened and you had to collect all the creature and put them back in the case. You were just in central park, trying to catch an Erumpent that had gotten out of the case. Later you were planning on catching the other creatures. But right now, you were in the case. With Newt and Jacob in the case. Which was being carried by Tina to MUCUSA, to show the wizarding world what Newt had been doing. You felt the whole case shake. Newt was the first to emerge out of the case. He was in front of the New York Ministry of Magic. Then it was Jacob who made his way out of the case.

 You were the last one to come out of the case. You stood in what seemed like the main discussion room. There were wizards and witches that were looking at you three with shock and yet curiosity.

 “Scamander?”  Yours and Newt’s head turned toward the British Envoy.

 “Oh-er- hello.” Newt introduced himself while closing the case.

 “Theseus Scamander? The war hero?” Monolu Wotorson asked.

 “No, his little brother. And what in the name of Merlin are you doing in New York?” The British Envoy replied and then turning his attention to the both of you.

 “Miss Goldstein, who is this?” Madam Picquery asked the witch.

 “This is Mister Kowalski, Madam President. A no-maj who was bitten by one of Mister Scamander’s magical creature.” Tina answered, truthfully. All Ministers started to whisper to each other “No-maj? Obliviated?”

 “Wait, why did that no-maj turn her mead towards you as well? Is she a squib, or a no-maj from off the street like Mr Kowalski over here?” Asked Percival Graves to Madam Picquery. All the attention was then turned to you. More whispers began to break out amongst the court.

 “NO!” Newt shouted, earning the attention of the Ministers. “She is a muggle, or a no-maj here. But she is also my wife and she knows about all of this. She knows about the creatures and what they can do.” The Ministers were taken aback about by his outburst. Newt began to realize what he did and moved next you, wrapping an arm around your waist protectively.

 “Well, you are in America. And we handle things a little differently around here. We are sorry that the British Minister cannot do anything, for he is in a different country. So, we must obliviate your wife and your friend. You have no say in this because you risked the expositions of the wizarding world, and you shall be trailed for this. Arrest them!” Madam Picquery announced.

 “No-no- don’t hurt those creatures. Please they aren’t dangerous. It was an obscurus, please don’t hurt them.” Newt tried to reason with the Ministers and Madam Picquery.

“And take the no-majs to a different cell.” Madam Picquery declared to the officers. You and Newt looked at each other, reaching out for each other and embracing the other in your arms.

 “it’s okay, it’s going to be okay. I will find you, they will never be able to keep you away from me.” Newt was whispering to you, trying to calm you down. You were terrible with separation, you were in eqypt when you two were first apart as a couple. You ended up having a panic attack, but Newt did save you and knew then you have separation anxiety. “You aren’t going to be taken away fro- “You cut him off before he could finish his sentence.

 “I’m pregnant. You announced to him. Newt became silence when you said this. He pulled away and stared into your eyes, seeing if you were lying. He broke out into a smile and hugged you as hard as he could. You were both so involved with each other that you didn’t notice the officers coming towards you.

 “No, no, no. Please don’t take my wife or creatures away from me. Please, don’t take them away from he!” The cuffs were on both of your wrists and on Newt’s as well. You both tried to fight against the officers to get back to the others arm. You noticed that Newt had tears coming out of his eyes. Your energy was kept keeping calm, but tears were streaming down your cheeks as well. But you were both taken away from each other and lead to different sides of the hall that lead to the cells.

 You were placed in a cell with Jacob. It was small and there was a bench next to one of the bar walls. You missed Newt, but at least you had a friend, so your anxiety was kept at bay. You sat down on the bench with a huff, and placed your head in your hands.

 “Don’t worry. We’ll get out of here. Newt and Tina will come around and save us. And if not Queenie probably will.” Jacob tried to comfort you, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder. You were trying to see the positive side to this, but you couldn’t see anything that would remotely be positive in this situation. You leaned back against the bars and placed a hand on your stomach and just stared at the ceiling. Jacob picked up on why your hand was on your stomach. “Oh my god! Would they still oblita- something you if they knew about it.”

 You just replied with a shrugged of your shoulders. “I don’t know. Newt doesn’t work in the ministry, and no case like this has been said in wizarding history, per Newt.”

 You both heard footsteps coming down the hall way. You looked up to see Newt and Tina coming down the hall way with their hands cuffed behind their back. They both notice you and Jacob as well. They fought against the executioners and managed to get to the bars before their arms were taken ahold of and pulled away from you. You and Jacob tried to hold onto Newt and Tina so they could stay a little longer. They were both screaming out in protect as they were lead down the hall. You went back to the bench and sat down. Again, placing your hand on your stomach and looking down at your belly.

 You were three months along and you were showing. In most cases, women didn’t start showing until they were four months along. You just assumed that because Newt was a wizard, it was moving along a little fast that it usual would.

 At that moment Queenie dropped the coffee she was holding and searched for the source of the thoughts that she was hearing. She went down some stairs and saw that you and Jacob were in a cell, and were to be obliviated. She saw that you had your hand on your stomach, she also picked up on the fact that you were pregnant. That and she also read your mind to see how you were holding up.

“Oh my goodness honey, You pregnant! And with tw-twins!” she announced. You were shocked. You didn’t understand how she knew that, but you just went with it. She then cast a spell to get you both out of here.

 You guys saved Newt and Tina in the end, and got out of the ministry by all going into Newt’s case. You guys apparated to the apartment when you guys were safe.

 Newt made his way over to you and wrapped his arms around. So carefully, because he thought that he would somehow hurt your babies.

 “I told you that I would get you and the creatures back.” He told you with a smile on your face. Obviously, he didn’t know about the twins. You both pulled away from one another to see Tina, Queenie and Jacob staring at you with huge smiles on their faces. Especially Queenie.

 “We’re smiling because we’re happy that you guys are back together.” You had almost forgot that she could read minds. You were still wondering how she could tell that you were pregnant with twins. “I know because I could hear their hearts beatings. And Newt, (Y/N) is pregnant with twins.”

 Newt looked at you, with pure joy and happiness in his eyes. Hearing that the woman he loved was carrying his children. He whispered in your ear, as he hugged you again. “If one of them id a boy, we’re calling him Pickett.” He smiled, with his head on the side of yours.

You both couldn’t ask for anything else. You were with each other, and you would have two possible witches or wizards, or both, running around in a few months.

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[25/12/2016]
🎅 Merry Christmas Everyone 🎅
I hope everyone to have the most wonderful time of the year!

How was your week?
I spent my time on doing things that I love like reading, watching movies, playing guitar, painting and hanging out with friends!
Most importantly, having some time with my family 🌼

I dedicated a few of my bujo pages on things about Chirstmas
I am posting it later today so be excited if you want to lol

And thank you for 600+ follows! I think it’s one of the greatest gifts I’ve received this year!
Happy holidays!

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Power Rangers (2017) ~ Dinozords

omfg so they released some new characters for the mlp movie today

ANOTHER TIREK??? THERE’S MORE THAN ONE?????? I GUESS???? are we gonna go full-on lord of the rings up in here because this seems like witch-king shizz up in here

scREAMS THERE’S GONNA BE SEAPONIES FINALLY OMFG AND IT’S KRISTEN CHENOWETH AND SHE’S PERFECT AND A PRINCESS AND I AM IN LOVE AND I AM SO EXCITED I HOPE SHE SINGS

CAT????? PEOPLE??????????? FURRIES??????????????????

but taye diggs is awesome so i accept our new furry overlord

TELL ME THIS DOES NOT LOOK LIKE SOMEONE’S “I’M THE DAUGHTER OF SOMBRA BUT I BROKE OFF MY EVIL HORN SO I COULD BE GUDD :)” EDGELORD OC. but look princess snoots are canon. sea breeze doesn’t have to be mistaken for a man anymore. she’s probably real badass so i am on board with you, edgelord ~*~teMPest raven d’edge ShADow~*~


all and all i am hella hyped. Loving this new art style they’re playing with, too!

AAAAAAAAAA

“I will put you back together” Chapter 1

Here we are! The very first installment of the new series y’all voted on! I have a lot of great ideas for this and I am absolutely excited to be sharing this journey with you! I am always open to requests and suggestions, so if you have a great idea you’re just dying to request, I want to know! I’m not sure how long this series will be but, but I will try to post every Sunday, if not twice a week. I will try to follow some canon movie events, as well as going off on my own tangents. Forgive me if I’m a little overexcited :D

Without further ado, I present the first chapter of “I will put you back together”

healer!reader in 1926 NYC

Chapter 1: “I don’t work in the field”

Originally posted by duarteartiq


“I don’t quite understand…you’re sending me off on a mission? B-but…I don’t even work in the field!” Your eyes met the icy stare of Percival Graves. He looked back at you, and raised an eyebrow.

You worked as a residential healer at MACUSA, usually tending to wizards injured in battle. You always had a passion for the medical field and healing, so when Auror, Percival Graves, brought you into work, you couldn’t be more thrilled. However at this moment, you weren’t so much.

“No, you didn’t, until today. We have a foreign wizard coming into the states to work on some secret research for our friends at the Ministry. You’re going to be assigned to him to assist him during his stay here. You have been relieved from all your domestic duties”

“You mean my job?!” you shook your head in disbelief.

“And why would we do that? We never do that. He’s an adult, he doesn’t need a babysitter” Graves sends you a look, warning you to keep your temper.

“The Ministry is our closest ally, they never keep anything from us. This man is being sent into our country with god knows what in his possession, and you’re going to find out what the hell it is.”

You shifted in your seat, face twisting in discomfort.

“I’m not sure how I feel about being a spy” Graves sighed and stood from his chair, irritation etched into his expression.

“Try not to think of it as a spy mission. You are a professional healer, think of it like you are offering your services to him.”

“Well that hardly makes sense” Graves sneered, obviously growing more annoyed as time went on.

“Listen, I don’t care if it ‘hardly makes sense’ to you. This is your job, I am your superior, and I am ordering you to take this mission. If you so much as show any signs of disloyalty, you can turn in your badge and pack your things. Are we clear?” Sometimes, you wanted to punch this guy in the throat for how he treated you and your coworkers.

But he did have a point. You didn’t want to offend President Seraphina by disobeying orders, and you very much didn’t want to lose your job. For the first time in your life, you were doing something you truly cared about, why lose that all over a silly disobedience?

So with a hung head, you meekly nodded.

“Y-yes Mr. Graves. Crystal.” He settled back in his chair and groaned.

“Then that’ll be all. He arrives tomorrow at the Port of New York around 2 o’clock. I expect a written report from you at the end of every week and until then, you are relieved of your duties.”

“How long will this arrangement be lasting?” you ask, weary of asking any more questions.

“Until our friend is back on his side of the ocean.” he arranged a stack of paperwork in a manila envelope, and slid it across the desk to you.

“Any more of your questions can be answered in here.” Then he averted his eyes from you, and motioned with his hand, signaling you to leave.

“Oh…alright. Thank you Mr. Graves” you gather the papers in your arms, and stumble out of the room.

Once you were out the office, a force swung the door shut behind you.

You rested your back against the cold metal, wondering what the hell he just got you into.

A spy mission? For someone working at the ministry? It hardly seemed right.

However, rules were rules. What were you suppose to do? Refuse? That would be just as bad as casting a jinx in his face and running out of the room.

You sighed, and stared down at the envelope in your arms. You should probably start packing your things.

You had a long journey ahead of yourself.

———-

You sat on your bed, flipping through the folder Graves gave you, with everything pretty much mapped out for you and the English boy’s expedition around the country. Hotels to stay at, local magic centers, anything you can think of.

You looked up to your wall clock, noticing that it was almost time to go pick up “Newt Scamander” from the docks, full name “Newton Artemis Fido Scamander.” From the brief description you’d read of him, you learned he had been expelled from the magic school in England, yet somehow got a job working with the ministry in the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magic Creatures. How interesting, you thought.

Also attached, was his picture. Newt had a very…childish looking face, covered top to bottom with freckles. His hair also hung in front of his face in a mess of reddish curls. You had to admit, he was a bit easy on the eyes.

His family records were also attached to his file, but one particular name stood out to you most. He had an older brother by the name of Theseus Scamander, who had been known to be a massively popular hero in the Great War.

And that was pretty much all. There wasn’t a lot to report on about Newt.

You closed up your folder, and stuffed it underneath the pillow of your bed.

He was only suppose to be passing through for a few hours, so everything you had was pretty much packed up in a backpack with an extension charm, granted to you by MACUSA.

You lifted your bag and swung it over your shoulder in a fluid motion.

You reached for the door handle, but paused to look at your old apartment one last time.

The ceiling was cracked, and the walls were an ugly shade of brown. In complete honesty, you were glad to be moving out of such a crumby home, but you couldn’t deny the fact that you were actually going to miss this place.

So with a sad smile, you flicked the lights off, and exited the room.

—————-

You crossed your arms and waited patiently, bouncing your leg up and down as you sat on a dry portion of the otherwise soaked wooden bench.

You checked your wristwatch, now reading half past 2, aka, the boat was late. And it was cold.

You nuzzled closer into your green, Pukwudgie scarf, and hugged your arms around your waist.

You thought about your career, and how it was being completely flushed down the drain for a silly personal mission. They were finding someone to replace you. And why? It’s not like you wouldn’t be back soon!

You were shaken from your thoughts, as the sound of a fog horn filled the misty air.

You suddenly shot up onto your feet, desperately trying to find the face of a Newt Scamander, whose picture you had only glanced at once while reading his file.

A few minutes later, people began to flood the gates, reuniting with loved ones, and greeting friends and family. You scanned the crowd of people, and your eyes were immediately drawn to him. He wore a brown vest under a long, blue coat that flapped behind as he walked, one hand shoved into his pocket, the other tightly holding onto a brown suitcase. He looked like an absolute character.

You waited for him to notice you, when you suddenly realized he probably had no clue who you were. You were just given the notice yesterday, hell, he was on the boat yesterday!

You suddenly jerked yourself forward, and into Newt’s line of passage.

He glanced up at you with a pair of brilliant blue eyes, but they flickered away as he tried to pass you.

“Mr. Scamander” you spoke up, and he seemed to freeze as you said his name.

He looked up at you, shocked as to how you seemed to know who he was.

“P-pardon me, do I know you?” he muttered, staring through you rather than at you. You pulled out a folded envelope from your pocket with the MACUSA seal on it, and handed it to him.

“My name is (Y/N) (L/N), and I work for MACUSA, is there somewhere private we can talk?” you proposed, not wanting to discuss out in the open around the no-maj’s.

Your tone must have been more business than friendly, because his face immediately fell from innocent confusion to utter ‘oh shit what did I do this time’ in a second. You immediately started to backpedal.

“Oh, no! Nonononono…you’re not in any trouble, I was just here about your project in the USA!” You gave a reassuring smile, but he did not reciprocate.

“Let me start over…I’m a professional healer with MACUSA, and I was sent by my superior, Percival Graves, to assist you on your work around the country.” This was a terrible idea, you thought. A strange woman approaches you after you’ve been in the country for less than 5 minutes, and forces herself on your mission. It was absolutely idiotic. Newt would have to be a fool to trust you.

As suspected, he knit his eyebrows, but shot an appreciative smile your way.

“That’s very kind of them, but I can get along fine by myself” your face fell, and he attempted to walk past you.

“I’m not quite sure you understand. You can’t refuse my services” you pleaded with your eyes, hoping to god he would just comply and free you from this painfully awkward encounter.

“In that envelope should be all the information regarding this situation.”

He looked down to the letter in his hands, but immediately looked back up at you.

“Please, just look at it” you practically begged.

He sighed and tore open the seal,  scanning the introductory letter of the packet.

You bounced on your heels, anxiously waiting for Newt to finish and agree to your terms.

“I still don’t quite understand. I really prefer to work alone.” you rolled your eyes and whipped out your wand, a highly illegal action, and apparated you two behind a pillar. Another, completely illegal action.

“Listen, Mr. Scamander, I have no idea how long you will be staying for. It could be a month, a year, a day, I don’t care. What I do care about is keeping my job which I love more than anything, don’t you have something you feel that way about? Please…let me help you” the desperation in your eyes was evident, which managed to provoke some sympathy out of the wizard.

His focus then flickered down to his case, and gave it a small smile.

After what felt like an hour of silence, he finally nodded.

“Ok…maybe it would be pleasant to have some extra company. However, I am only passing through this city on my way to Arizona, so you’ll have to pack your things.”

“It’s already done” you stated, and he nodded wordlessly.

“Well…good then. I suppose we better be going?” you purse your lips together and nodded

“I suppose we should.”

You prayed to any possible higher power out there to let this journey be less awkward than that five minutes had just been.

Newt removed himself from the secluded hiding spot, and brushed the dust off his waistcoat.

You stood there, before he looked back at you, smiling softly.

“We do have a few hours before the train to Arizona, is there anywhere you need to be before we take off?”

You blink at him, momentarily lost in your thoughts, but bring yourself back into reality to respond.

“N-no. I-I don’t have anywhere particular I need to be. But we do have a couple hours to kill, don’t you want to see the city?” He fidgeted with his suitcase handle, and bit his lip, as if trying to convince himself to agree.

“Sure” he replied simply, and you had a feeling this journey would be a lot stranger than you thought.

The Wedding Planner (Part 1)

Summary– Being a wedding planner is all fun and games until suddenly you’re saved from an accident by the man of your dreams– later discovering that he happens to be your latest client’s fiancé. 

Author’s Note– First off, I am just beyond excited for this series! I absolutely loved this movie and figured, “Why not make it into a series and add my own twist to it?” So I finally did and I really hope you all enjoy it! feedback would be greatly appreciated folks.

Originally posted by jennymagicalheart

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I Wanna Be Yours

Hey guys! I am so excited to share some of my new fics with you guys! WHOO! This is for @decemberftw who requested a fic based on the song I Wanna Be Yours by the Arctic Monkeys I hope you like it! This is the first time I’ve done anything someone has requested, so I hope it lives up to what you wanted. :) Thanks for being a wonderful follower! <3 Happy Sunday!!

Warnings: wittle bit of angst, fluff, sarcastic reader in a funny way, language like kind of not really

Today was the third Friday of the month. That could only mean one thing.

“MOVIE NIGHT WITH MAH BOYEEEEEEEZ!” You howled as you ran through the kitchen and crash landed on the couch, just missing Steve who was already lounging on the cushions.

“(Y/N), please, I’m begging you to stop talking like that.” Steve groaned.

“Steve, if you’re gonna call yourself my friend then you have to deal with every side of me, including the 90′s rapper side that makes the occasional appearance.”

He chuckled and shook his head while he handed you the remote to pick tonight’s movie. You glanced down at the clock and furrowed your brows.

“Hey, where’s Buck? It’s nine on the dot, he should be here.”

“He didn’t text you? He’s not coming,” Steve said cautiously.

“Not coming?” Your finger froze on the button it was about to push. “What do you mean he’s not coming? It’s our movie night.”

“Well, he’s with a girl, (Y/N), it is Friday night.” His defense made you snarl, but you took a deep breath to try and calm yourself.

“Okay, I’m gonna ignore that last statement and pretend you didn’t just disrespect our movie night.”

Steve snorted at you. You rocked in your seat to face him, tucking your feet under you and strangling a pillow in your lap. “Which girl is it now? Dot?”

“No. Uh, he said her name was…”

“Oh is it, umm, what’s her freaking name…” you snapped your fingers in the air until you remembered the blonde who only seemed to be able to access about 12% of her brain. “Kelly?”

“Uh-uh,” he declined.

“The one who lives down on Ferry St.?”

“No.”

“The one who works with Sharon?” You asked.

“That’s Kelly,” Steve chuckled.

“Jesus, I can’t keep ‘em all straight,” you shouted, completely exasperated and throwing yourself down on the couch.

“I think this is a new one anyway. He didn’t say much about her.”

“He never does.” You grumbled as you picked the first movie that popped up on the screen.

Before the opening credits ended you texted Bucky.

How dare you skip out on movie night.

You placed the phone on the coffee table and made yourself comfy as you watched the set up of the action movie you’d seen a couple times before.

A few minutes later your phone lit up with the most unflattering picture of Bucky, meaning he had texted you back. You sat up so quickly, the couch creaked. Steve spotted Bucky’s face on the screen before you could yank it out of his sight.

“(Y/N), he’s on a date, leave him alone.”

“Uh, I highly doubt it’s a traditional date, Steve,” you mumbled as you unlocked your phone and read the message.

I know, I’m sorry. 
I could bring her over and we could all watch something?

You growled aloud and shot him back a text. 

Absolutely not. No randos at movie night.

You tossed your phone on the couch next to you and tried to focus on the movie. A message lit the screen again and you looked down without unlocking it.

You’re a piece of work, (Y/N).

You sighed and burritoed yourself in a blanket, watching the explosions and gunfire on the television.

“What did he say?” Steve asked you once the violent scene had quieted down. 

“He apologized,” you grumbled. 

Steve sighed. “It’s harder than you thought it would be isn’t it?”

The confused look you gave him made it clear he would have to elaborate. 

“To live with us and hide how you feel.”

You shouldn’t be surprised that Steve knew about your feelings for Bucky. Steve and you had been friends for years and he knew you so well, it was like he always knew what was inside your head. 

“I just- he shouldn’t be hooking up with all these girls, ya know? It’s not good for him.” You practically whispered. 

Steve threw his arm around you. “He’ll figure that out.”

You sighed into his touch and leaned on his shoulder. The rest of the movie went by quietly until you both picked up and went to bed. 


The next day you went to the gym to blow off some steam and by the time you got back, Bucky was finally out of bed and making some coffee. He was standing in the kitchen, his long hair pulled into a messy bun, black tank top clinging to his chest and shoulders above thin, grey sweatpants. He was a sight to behold if you weren’t so angry with him for bailing on you and Steve the night before. 

“Good morning,” he said sleepily, sensing your presence as he focused on pouring his drink.

“Morning,” you answered quietly as you squeezed by his large body to grab a plum from the bowl on the other side of the counter. You bit into it as silence hung in the air.

Bucky finally cleared his throat. “How was the movie night?”

“Great,” you shortly declared as you reached to the top cupboard for a glass. Bucky’s eyes fell to your waist as your workout tank rose off your hips and your pale skin peeked out for a moment. You closed the cupboard with a slam and asked, “How was your night?”

“Fine,” he said, side stepping out of your way as you filled the glass with water.

“So you’ll be moving on rather quickly then.”

He sputtered and coughed as he choked on his sip of coffee. “What?”

“If your night was only fine, I’m sure you dumped her this morning and you’ll be moving on to someone new tonight, right?” you spat before taking a sip of your water, grabbing a napkin for your plum and heading out of the kitchen. 

“Hey! You can’t just say something like that and then walk away,” he said, grabbing your elbow and spinning you around.

“Well, it’s true, isn’t it?”

“That-that’s none of your business,” he stammered. When you scoffed, it sent him over the edge. “Is this all because I missed your stupid movie night?” he shouted.

“Well, that was quite the cherry on top, Buck! Since when are your hookups more important than me and Steve?”

“They’re not just hookups, (Y/N)! What kind of a guy do you think I am?” He yelled, ripping his fingers through his long hair.

“I don’t even know anymore! All the sudden you’re going through girls faster than you go through freaking underwear! What the hell happened to you? What are you trying to make up for?”

He pressed his lips together and refused to answer you. You shook your head and put your glass and plum down on the counter with a bang and stalked out of the room. 

“(Y/N)!” he called after you.

You spun around in the doorway. “What, Buck? What do you want?”

“I wanna be yours.” It was soft like a prayer, but you were sure you heard it. 

His words pulled at you, made your hands fall to your sides from their strong position on your hips, your jaw relaxed from its clenched position, the air pulled right from your lungs. But your heart soared as he continued.

“I really care about you, (Y/N). I try to be everything that you need- I try to give you everything you deserve, but I know I’m-Jesus you’re way out of my league and I know that, but I just- I don’t know.” The words flew out of his mouth like they were on fire. When he ran out of steam he sighed and stared at his bare feet on the kitchen floor.

“Bucky-” you started but he interrupted you.

“Ju-just forget it, okay?” He mumbled like a kicked puppy. With his head down, he crossed in front of you and got out of the kitchen as fast as he could before you could stop him.


The next day you laid out on your bed waiting for the sign from F.R.I.D.A.Y., but it never came. 

Later that night you asked her, “F.R.I.D.A.Y., do you remember the plan?”

“Yes, Miss (Y/L/N). But Mr. Barnes hasn’t left his room today.”

“He hasn’t?” you knew an AI couldn’t lie, but you were amazed at her answer. Maybe something else was bothering him or he was busy with paperwork from missions, he always let that stiff pile up. Surely he wasn’t that upset about what happened between you two in the kitchen yesterday.

You waited for her signal for hours before you finally let yourself fall asleep. He would have to come out sometime, you thought.

F.R.I.D.A.Y.’s voice startled you when she woke you up in the middle of the night. “Miss (Y/L/N), Mr. Barnes is in the kitchen.”

You rolled over and sat up too quickly, your head reeling from your sudden movement. You grumbled, “What time is it?” and though you weren’t really expecting an answer, the AI announced that it was 3AM. 

Throwing a sweatshirt over your head you asked F.R.I.D.A.Y. to follow through with her part of the plan. “This better freaking work,” you mumbled in a sleepy fog.

The elevator doors opened and butterflies flooded your stomach when you heard the slow guitar strums coming from the speakers in the kitchen. You sneaked down the hall and peeked your head around the door frame and you couldn’t help but giggle at what you saw. 

Bucky was frantically running around the joined kitchen and living room, pressing just about every button on every remote to try and turn the loud music off.  

You swallowed your fear and a little bit of your pride and stepped into the dim light in front of the refrigerator.  You took a deep breath and started to sing softly to the song and you ignored the heat running through your system when Bucky froze in his pace and stared at you.

“I wanna be your vacuum cleaner, breathing in your dust. I wanna be your Ford Cortina. I will never rust. If you like-”

Your soft singing was cut off by Bucky’s chuckles. “You wanna be my what? My vacuum cleaner?”

“God, Bucky, shut up! Listen!” you shouted, holding a finger up to the speaker as the song rolled on and the most important lyrics were about to be sung. You let the record sing for you because your voice was stolen by your nerves. 

“You call the shots, babe. I just wanna be yours. Secrets I have held in my heart are harder to hide than I thought.” 

Bucky’s smirk fell as he listened to the lyrics booming from the speakers. When he practically ran toward you, you involuntarily took a step back and ran into the cabinets. 

“Maybe I just wanna be yours, I wanna be yours, I wanna be yours,” it sang.

As the music swelled Bucky’s hands cupped your jaw and pulled your lips to his. You fervently kissed him back and when he was sure you weren’t going to run away, his hands fell to your waist and his arms wrapped tightly around your body, pulling you closer to him. 

The four words repeated over and over as he wrapped himself around you and you hid from the world in his long, thick limbs. Every breath was in sync as you ran your fingers through his hair and he fisted the back of your sweatshirt in his rough hands. 

The song ended seemingly as soon as it began and you pulled away from Bucky, his face still only inches from yours. 

“So, you had to wake the whole team up just so you could tell me you liked me back?” He said with a smirk.

“That’s your fault for eating dinner at three in the morning.”

“I was hungry,” he said, playfully pinching the skin on your back. “And where the heck did you find this song?”

“Youtube,” you said, as if it was obvious. “Do you get it? The song’s called I Wanna Be Yours and that’s what you said to me? Do you get it? I spent a lot of time on this, Buck, please acknowledge-” 

“Yes, I get it,” he groaned before stopping your sarcastic rambling with another kiss. You laughed against his lips and thanked Youtube for introducing you to the Arctic Monkeys. 

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Two Can Play at This Game

Originally posted by infiniitywars

Requested: By me, because I saw Suicide Squad today and that cameo gave me life

Pairings: Barry Allen x Reader

Warnings: Some fluff, a nervous/stressed out reader

Word Count: 958

A/N: I am so pumped to see the new Justice League movie, even though it isn’t coming out for such a long time… anyways, a lot of this is just speculations, since we only have trailers and a few cameos to go off of, but I hope that you enjoy it anyways!! Barry is my favorite DC character, and even though I love everyone on the TV show, I am so excited to see where the new Justice League movie is going. Please send me some requests for the DCEU!

You liked to try and pretend that everything was okay. Barry came to you to gush, and you would sit and smile and reassure him that everything would be okay. Compared to him fighting meta-humans every other day and still holding down his job at the precinct, your problems seemed so small. But not today.

You didn’t think that it was statistically possible for so many things to go wrong in one day. It all started when you had slept through your alarm. Even though you weren’t a morning person, you hated having to rush in the morning. After such a great start, you were sure that your day was going to turn around.

But, after missing your train, getting a less than pleasing grade on a term paper you had poured your soul into, and a phone call from your mother asking why you hadn’t been on a date in so long, you couldn’t take it anymore.

Without really thinking about it, your feet carried you in the direction of Barry’s apartment. You spent most of the walk trying to rationalize that everything was fine, and the other half apologizing to strangers that you kept bumping into because of your distracted state.

You only had to knock once before Barry’s door swung open, revealing your best friend’s beaming face. “Listen Barry, I am really sorry to do this, but I have to tell someone,” you said, pushing past him and tossing your bag down onto his bed.

Barry chose not to say anything, which was probably the best choice he could have made. He simply sat down on his bed and motioned for you to proceed. With that, you ranted and raved about what felt like the worst day that you had ever had.

You yelled about your overbearing mother, insisted that the world was against you when your alarm clock failed through the night, and decided that your professor had a personal vendetta against you, using your grade as your only piece of evidence. Somewhere in between the spilled coffee incident and missing the train, you had started to pace a bit, and after you explained the cat call you had received on your walk to class, you were going to wear a hole in the carpet.

Barry was freaking out. He wasn’t used to you coming undone like this. Frankly, it was a bit scary. You were the dependable friend that had everything figured out. He came to you with his problems, and frankly, was unaware that you ever had any. He guessed that you had problems all this time, but had never stopped to think if you were okay while he was dumping all of his meta-human crises on you.

He was getting anxious, and he knew that if he didn’t distract you from what had happened that you would either implode or he would have to go out and buy a new rug. So, he did the only thing that he could think of- he kissed you.

It wasn’t how he had thought your first kiss would go. He was so nervous that his powers had kicked in and he had accidentally given you a super speedy kiss. As he sat back on the bed after, he decided that maybe you hadn’t noticed. That theory might have been true if you hadn’t stopped mid-sentence, frozen in place.

“Did you just-” you asked slowly. You were almost positive that something had brushed across your lips. In fact, if you hadn’t known about Barry’s powers, you would have dismissed it entirely. But the way that he was fidgeting with his hands told you a different story.

“Yeah,” he responded shortly, not meeting your eyes.

“On the lips?”

“Yeah” he said, drawing out the word.

“Oh,” you said, still attempting to process the entire situation. “On purpose?” you asked, biting your lip while cocking your head to the side.

“Mm-hmm”

“Okay.”
“It’s just that you seemed so nervous and you are never nervous. You’re confident and so sure of yourself and I just wanted you to stop so I didn’t really know what to do so I just-” Barry rambled. You took a deep breath and admitted to yourself what you had been secretly hoping for was finally happening. For the last ten years, you had had a small crush on your best friend, that slowly grew into something you were almost embarrassed to call love. But know… it seems that the notion of ‘love’ might not be so ridiculous after all.

You glanced back over to your best friend, still talking a mile a minute, nervously trying to explain away what had just happened. His foot was bouncing so fast that it was practically just a blur at this point, and he looked like he was expecting an apocalypse at any minute. You smirked to yourself, before making a bit of a snap decision.

You cautiously moved to the bed, before bending down to meet Barry’s eyes with your own, slipping a hand to the back of his neck, and pulling him in for a kiss.

You had expected it to be more of a peck, something similar, albeit a bit slower than his own. But as you were about to pull away, you felt Barry’s hand wrap around your waist, pulling you closer to him. You somehow managed to trip over a discarded shoe, throwing you off balance.

Luckily, Barry caught you, pulling you into his lap. “Two can play at this game,” you say softly, before wrapping your arms around Barry’s neck and pulling him back to you. You sighed contentedly against his lips, tangling your fingers into the curls at the nape of his neck. Maybe today wasn’t so bad after all.