if he could stop even for a second


When technically you’re the chill friend but your best friend for whatever reason refuses to accept the happiness he deserves smh

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“You’ve been avoiding me,” he says softly.

It’s not a question, it’s a statement.

“I know.”

Her eyes are on the tarmac and then on the constellations, but never on his face.


That makes her stop. She inhales a deep breath but regrets it a second later because now she can only smell him. Him, him, him.

“Because it hurts to be around you and not have you.”

Now it’s his turn to stop because the words are there now, separating him even further from her.

“I’m sorry.”

He can tell it’s not enough. Sorry is never enough.

“It’s fine, I’m sure it’ll get easier.”

She’s lying. He knows it and so does she. But neither of them say anything because it could never make a difference. Words will never be enough.

—  Denial is a heart’s best armour, 20/09/2015

Today I wore my Winchester Bros t-shirt and my KAZ 2Y5 necklace, both of which I got at NJCon this year and which I was wearing for the first time. I knew Jared and Gen were in NYC and I was walking to the bus home, texting my friend jokingly that I was keeping an eye out for them. Two minutes after, I look up and I saw something familiar. A split second later I recognized who it was, and my legs legitimately turned to jelly and my heart felt like it had stopped. He noticed me before I even started walking up to him, and pointed at my t-shirt and gave me this big grin and said “Hey! Like your shirt!” And I said “Thank you!” and asked if we could take a photo. Gen smiled and offered to take it for me, and I asked her if she could be in it too, and she said “Sure!” I took out my phone and opened the camera, and Jared reached out and took my phone, saying with a little smile, “Here, let me take it. I’ve got longer arms!” And I said “Yeah, good idea. I’m too short.” And we took the photo and he said “Is that good?” And I said “Yes thank you!” He complimented my t-shirt again, and then noticed my necklace and said he liked it too. I told him “I just got them! At NJcon on Friday!” And he gave a huge smile and said “Oh cool! What’s your name?” I said “My name’s Tova!” And he said “Nice to meet you Tova, I’m Jared and this is Gen” and I replied “Oh, wow yeah, I totally didn’t know that” to which he started laughing, and as they walked away I told them I hope they have a good time in NYC, and they both smiled gently at me and walked away.

….I don’t think I’ll forget this for as long as I live.

Pearl is the only one who actually decided that they needed to stop trying to get Rose back.

Amethyst and Garnet keep trying to get Rose to come back in their own ways, and don’t know what to do when their plans fail.

So Pearl takes Steven and thinks she’s probably just going to poof him, NOT kill him, and when he reforms he’ll just reform as Rose. I don’t even think she thought what she was doing could even result in the death of Steven.

And yet, she stops herself either way. Knowing that Rose, the love of her life, wanted to do this more than anything. She thinks removing his gem will bring Rose back and she STILL decides to respect what Rose originally wanted.

And that’s how much she loves Rose. But now 14 years later and with so much growth, Pearl has come to love Steven with everything in her. And I don’t think for one freaking second that she resents him today.

I love this character and I will continue to defend her to the end of time sorry.

People who think Bruce would be team cap are so incredibly ridiculous. Like yes he hates Ross and doesn’t trust him at all so i think he would spend the entire time begging tony to remove him from the equation (which, like, literally might have stopped civil war from starting) but he NEVER would have joined team cap. If not for his giant guilt complex that would relish in accountability then because of Wanda. One of the prime motivators for team cap was that Wanda was on house arrest. People rallied behind Wanda in her defense of what happened in Lagos because a mistake was made. Do you think for a second that Bruce would believe that? Or even care? Bruce hates Wanda. Bruce said that he could kill her with his bare hands “wouldn’t change a shade.” Wanda forced him to Hulk out and attack a city in AoU which is realistically the only case where he would feel anger mostly towards someone else, not himself. Dear sweet Bruce is a scientist, and when he can swing it, a pacifist. But he straight up wanted to kill Wanda because of revenge.

In civil war he would try and stop the fighting. He would try and get rid of Ross, which shouldnt be too hard because one of the major concerns for the accords was that the avengers were too American. But if teams were separated and team cap held the treatment of WANDA up as the rallying cry you can be damn sure Bruce is staying with his science bro. Or he’ll just leave again because like I said- pacifist.

I feel like Lance is the type of person that when he actually dates someone it could go one of two ways

One, where he drops all flirting and is so amazed he even caught someone that like hes all over them and almost overbearing. He doesnt even notice hes stopped flirting with others hes just doting like hell over his new bae constantly like “you cold? Heres my jacket. Our hands? Held. Thirsty? i gotcha babe.”

Or secondly, where he still flirts with like everyone bc its just in his personality, but the second anyone ever tries to flirt back he backtracks like “whoa i gotta stop you there okay i am in a COMMITED RELATIONSHIP. Lance Mcclain is Mcclaimed alright buddy now back off.”

Distraction (M)

Originally posted by jonginization

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Genre: Smut

Word Count: 2845

The atmosphere was thick and heavy as you impatiently tapped your pen on your notebook, watching the seconds tick by on the clock displayed on the wall above the whiteboard. It was the only place you could look to stop your skin from heating up, and it was all because of him.

To say he was a distraction was an understatement. The way his muscles would flex underneath the fabric of his well-fitted dress shirt, the way he would bite his plump lips in concentration, even the sound of his smooth voice was enough to make your heart hammer against your ribcage.

You made the mistake of glancing down, which led to you catching his eye. Time seemed to stop for a second as your gazes locked. He stopped mid-sentence and his mouth hung open as he returned your wide-eyed stare. You instantly felt the temperature rise, and you swear that your cheeks were probably flushed a bright red. You were the first to look away and time resumed its normal speed as you chastised yourself for letting your mind wander towards more intimate thoughts. “Stop it,” you inwardly scolded yourself. “He’s your professor for God’s sake.”

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“to whoever loves him next there are a few things you should know.
he doesn’t open up easily or for that matter barely at all. if he isn’t talking for a while or replies with one word responses when texting you don’t get upset, he’s just lost in his head. he will come back to you. he always will. even when you break his heart for the first time, he comes back. and the second time.. he still comes back. he just never knows when to stop loving. he never knows . he also needs constant reassurance so please don’t get annoyed when he wants to make sure he is doing the best. he’s been hurt so many times it’s hard to believe that people could be so cruel to something so amazing. he loves to take photographs and show off what he is proud of. he doesn’t talk about his dad but he always wants to. he has a love hate relationship with his mother even though his mother doesn’t know it. he claims he hates kids but once you see him with his little cousins the smile he’s wearing when they hug says different. he’s amazing with kids even though he thinks they are annoying. he has big dreams like wanting to end world hunger or becoming an activist. He loves chocolate, especially with nuts. he misses his dad everyday. his favorite color is red and he will go out of way for dairy queen. he loves nature and hiking but make sure to make him drink water because he always forget and then feels like shit later on in the day. please tell him you love him every day because he will say that you don’t. so to the one who loves him next please know he is something so extraordinary that if you lose him you will spend the rest of your life regretting. i know because i am.”

-s.g // excerpts from a book ill never write #69

Little Brother

AN: For @justmandothings …I hope you like it:)

(I was planning on doing a second part for the plot twist but it probably wouldn’t make much sense. Let me know if I should continue with the part two.)

It wasn’t until you heard the hum of an engine did you put down your book. Alfred seemed to have also sensed it’s presence because he had already began gathering a tray filled with the usual supplies: food, medicine, and drinks. Seconds later, you watched as the sleek black car pulled into the parking platform, the doors opening even before the car had stopped rotating.

“Busy night master Bruce?” Alfred asked as Bruce walked by you, stiffly pulling down his cowl as he reached for the painkillers on Alfred’s tray.

“Something’s up Alfred. If I could just figure out what…” Bruce trailed off as he swallowed the pills, walking to the analyzer as he did so.

You looked away from both of the older men, turning to see a smaller boy jump out of the passenger seat.

“Boy,” you said, “did you even touch the bad guys?”

Tim took of his Robin mask with a smirk, “if you think I’m bad, you should see the other people.”

“Yeah, okay hot shot,” you said rolling your eyes teasingly, “Come on, I’ll fix you up.”

Tim obeyed with a smile, his blue eyes shining excitedly. He hoisted himself onto the metal counter, not even wincing as he stretched open the wound on his shoulder. “Got another story for me today?” you asked as you prepared the supplies.

“You bet! So-”

“Hold on there little birdie,” you said cutting him off, “you need to take this off so I can clean you up.”

He looked down at the top half of the Robin suit and smiled, “oh yeah…”. You chuckled, shaking your head slightly as Tim rid himself of the half of the slightly messed up Robin uniform.

“Okay,” you smiled, “what was it today?”

“Four groups of at least ten men. Half of them part of a rival gang. We gathered intel that a gang war was brewing but Bruce and I didn’t think it was this big…”

You listened to his tales of the night, smiling when you noticed him getting overly excited and laughing when he got way into explaining. He was so focused on talking to you, he didn’t notice you had began cleaning out the scrapes and scratches littered across his chest and arms.

“If only you could have saw it all Y/N,” Tim said breathlessly, “you would have been so proud.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about Timmers,” you said, not looking up at him, “what do you mean I would have been proud? I am proud. Do you know how cool I would be if I told people my little brother was The Robin?”

“You told people I was Robin?” Tim questioned.

“No. I mean if I did, then I’d have to share you with everyone else. Besides, what would happen if you found someone else to be your big sister?” you played. Tim grinned a wide smile, his young face brightening with every second that passed.

“Y/N,” Tim laughed.

“I’m serious? Who knows how many people are lined up for you? You’re a ten year old vigilante with the fighting skills of fifty professional ninjas. You know…” you mused, letting a pause settle in the air as you wrapped bandages around his shoulder.

“I bet there are a lot of cute people your age dying to meet you too,” you teased, biting back a smile as Tim blushed slightly.

“Y/N, stop,” Tim whined.

You laughed, ruffling his hair. “Okay hot shot,” you said, “go hit the showers. You smell like sweaty kevlar.”

* * * * * *

It was deja vu, you had been studying for college finals when you heard the hum of an engine, only this time there were multiple vehicles.

“It never gets old, does it Alfred?” you said, watching with slight fascination as a car and four motorcycles pulled up.

“No it does not, mistress Y/N.”

Over the last seven years, the parking platform had been expanded to fit at least five whole cars. It wasn’t the only thing that had changed. Your family had too, a lot. Jason had come back, Cass and Damian had been introduced to the family, Steph had also come back, Barbra had become paralyzed, and Dick…well Dick was the same overall. But the one change that hurt you slightly was that Tim had grown up.

He wasn’t the same ten year old boy who looked up to you as a big sister. He wasn’t the boy who went to you after a nightmare. He wasn’t the same boy who cried into your chest when life had been tough. He wasn’t the same boy who let you hold him and weep, telling him he didn’t deserve to see the horrors of the world at such a young age. He wasn’t that kid anymore.

“A family reunion? What’s the occasion?” you asked teasingly to Bruce.

“Ask them,” Bruce grunted as he strode passed both you and Alfred, heading straight to the lockers he had installed.

“What can we say, Y/N,” Jason said, obviously hearing what Bruce had said, “we missed you.”

“Right, because you’re a real sentimental,” you replied. Jason took off his helmet, revealing the playful smirk playing at his lips.

“You bring out the best in me.” You laughed, walking over to him and giving him a hug. Ever since the incident three years ago, Jason never protested when you hugged him, only ever pushing you away when he was particularly moody.

“Cease talking Todd,” Damian said, “you embarrass not only yourself, but everyone present in the room as well.”

“Well, thats better than everyone wanting to punch a wall whenever they see you,” Jason responded, pulling back from his one armed hug to look down at Damian.

“Jay, don’t be mean,” you said when you pulled away from him. “He started it,” Jason said.

“And he’ll most likely finish it. I don’t want you bleeding all over the place,” you teased.

“Hey-” Jason said, but you brushed him off, turning to Damian and bit back a smile.

“How many was it today?” you asked him.

Damian crossed his arms, but you could almsot feel the proud sprakle in his eye hidden behind his mask as he responded, “twelve.”

“Twelve? No way. Are you being serious?” you asked, feigning surprise to boost his ego, not that it could get any bigger.

“I see no reason in speaking false words,” Damian said as he crossed his arms over his chest.

“Twelve. Oh my gosh, thats amazing. Come on, bump it,” you said as he held out a fist to him. His clicked his tongue but hit your fist with his.

“Twelve,” you repeated, straightening your back and ruffling his hair as you moved to stand beside Dick.

“You know he looks up to you, right?” Dick asked, and you knew he watched the whole thing. You glanced back at Damian who had began bickering once more with a very bored looking Jason and smiled. “Not really. You fill in that spot. I’m just being his big sister.”

“Is it bad that I wish you were my big sister too?” You laughed and pushed him with your shoulder.

“But if I was your big sister, then you wouldn’t be my big brother,” you said lightheartedly.

“Ehh thats not so bad,” Dick said, smiling at the last second.

“You’re something else,” you giggled. You tilted your head slightly, suddenly spotting Tim sitting on the metal table waiting for Alfred.

“I’ll be right back,” you told Dick who nodded and watched you walk over to him.

“Hey there hot shot,” you said, catching Tim’s attention.

“Hey,” he responded.

“Got a story for me today?” you asked, trying to break the ice.

“Y/N,” Tim said, “I’m not ten years old anymore. I don’t think of my stories are adventures anymore.”

“Well, do you want to tell me what happened today? Or yesterday? Gotta keep me updated Timmers,” you said, awkwardly teasing.

“Uh, well we found out a secret organization is working to wipe out ¾ths of Gotham city. Dick called us together, hence the reason why we’re all here.”

“And here I thought you came to visit me,” you said.

Tim let out a stiff laugh and you sighed slightly, “you want me to patch you up?”

“Oh, no, I’m fine. Just a few scrapes, scratch, and bruises. Nothing I can’t handle.”

You nodded, frowning as you walked away. You knew things were different between you and Tim, but that didn’t make the sting hurt any less when you realized your favorite little brother didn’t pay much attention to you anymore. You weren’t his older sister any more than you were strangers.

“Hey,” Dick said as he came up to your side. “Don’t worry about him. He’s having an off day.”

“Yeah,” you said, “he seems to be having those more often now.”

Make Me Like You

Reader x Stefan Salvatore



Imagine: You are hopelessly in love with your friend Stefan Salvatore, which could be a good thing, if he was not still in love with his last girlfriend, Elena Gilbert. Well, that is how you see things. But remember: not everything is what it seems.

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You stared at your phone once more, realising he was not going to text you. Or even call you. If you stopped even a second to analyse the situation, it was rather stupid to keep waiting for that to happen. Nevertheless, Stefan Salvatore was a taken man. Well, not literally, because he and Elena broke up almost six months ago. Yet, he still seemed off about it, which made your heart break in ways you did not conceive as possible.

“Oh, damn it! Why did you have to make me like you, anyway?” You huffed, standing up and leaving the living room.

Those feelings began to surface after you and him went on a mission together to find a witch who could help with the whole Originals deal. Stefan was so sweet and caring back there. Of course, he never actually showed you he was interested in more than a friendship. Also, it felt deeply wrong to like your best friend’s boyfriend. However, you could not help it. Suddenly, the younger Salvatore was all you could see. When they broke up… It sort of enlightened your day, even though it was a completely messed up thing to think.

You turned the TV on and tried to focus your mind on the funny sitcom. It did not work. The only thing buzzing in your head was him. And his gorgeous smile and sweet green eyes. How he would call you up just to talk and maybe have a drink. The way you two connected… It was kind of rare. Only Stefan was not able to see it. Stuck in the memories of his epic love with Elena. It frustrated you the fact they were meant to be. It was not fair!

A soft groan escaped your lips and, finally, you decided to go out. Clear your head and, if the odds were on your favour, find a distraction. Within ten minutes you were parking outside the Mystic Grill, ready to eat and drink something. The vodka cranberry taste sprinkling on your thoughts.

“Hey, Matty!” You waved at the blond, watching a smile appear.

“Now, what are you doing here, Y/N?”

“Hum, I think this is a bar, so… I’m pretty sure I came here to drink.” Your voice was sarcastic and he noticed, shaking his own head. “Can you get me my favourite?”

“Yes, but don’t think this is over, miss Y/L/N.”

Matt Donovan was your best friend since both of you were ten. Still, apart from that, you could not find the strength to come clean about how you felt to him. Once he heard you had gotten yourself in love with Stefan, he would flip out. Mainly because you kept this a secret for too long and, boy, the blond hated secrets.

“There you go.”

“Thanks, Matt.” You winked, sipping on your drink.

“I hate to see you like that, Y/N! Pretending like there’s nothing wrong… So typically you. I wish you would tell me what’s going on.”

“I-I can’t, Matty. It’s not that I don’t want to, I do! If only all of this was easier.”

“Look, I want to know everything.” He rolled his eyes. “But I have to work. My shift is almost over. Can you wait?”

“I guess…” You shrugged.

“OK. At least you won’t be alone while you do it.”

“Why are you saying that?”

Matt laughed and pointed to the door, where Stefan stood. You suppressed a sigh and took another sip from the vodka you ordered, struggling to maintain your heartbeat under control. Donovan patted you on the shoulder and got back to his work, leaving you to deal with the devils on your back.

“I didn’t thought I’d see you here, Y/N.”

“Yeah, you know… I was bored at home so I thought: what better way to cheer me up than drinking?

He chuckled, taking a sit in front of you. His sweet eyes watching your every move. It was times like these you wished you were able to read minds. Not that you liked to snoop on other people’s lives, but because your heart desperately needed to know something. Either to give it all up or keep hoping.

“Is everything okay?”

“Huh?” You shook your head, exhaling. “Oh, yeah. I’m fine.”

“It doesn’t seem like you are.” His hand grabbed yours and God knows how you were able to hold a shudder. “Talk to me.”

Maybe, just maybe, it was time to open yourself up. Tell him exactly what had been going on with you and your feelings. Gosh, that would be a harsh thing to do. You finished the drink and soon enough ordered another one. Yeah, the opportunity was right there, in front of your eyes. He needed to know, no matter how loud your thoughts were screaming for you not to do it. It was the only way to shake it out of you.

“Can I trust you with a secret?”

“Of course you can, Y/N.” His sounded normal, but you could catch the hint of concern within his words. “We’re friends and I really care about you.”

Oh, shucks.

“Hum… OK. There’s something I need to tell you.”

“I’m all ears.” Stefan smiled gently and stroked the back of your hand, which was still lost between his larger ones. “Come on!”

“I know you are still in love with Elena and…”

“Wait, what?”

“Shut up and let me finish.” He nodded, still frowning but agreeing to hear you talk. “I don’t want to get in the middle of you two. But I can’t help myself. Stefan, I’m in lo… I mean, I really like you.”

“What are you saying?”

Was he dumb or anything? I was pretty clear on what I said!”, you thought, almost rolling your eyes at his response.

“Come on! You know what I said… I like you.”

His bright white teeth shone when he smiled.

“This was random.” Your beloved rose his eyebrows. “Hum, I like you too, Y/N.”

“You’re probably didn’t understand. I don’t like you as a friend, Stefan…”

“You mean… Really like me?”



That was not what you were expecting. Suddenly, the embarrassment started to crawl up your emotional wall. He did not felt the same way, as, deep down, you expected him to. Now, you had lost a friend. You were so freaking stupid.

“I-I need to go. I’m sorry.”

“Wait!” You simply placed a twenty dollar bill and left, meeting the bright moon on the sky. So beautiful for such a horrible night. “Y/N, wait.”

“What, Stefan? I know you don’t want to be with me. I don’t even know why I said anything.”

“You didn’t even give me a chance to explain! Matter fact, to say anything.”

You narrowed your eyes a bit. He did not have to say anything. You were just his silly little friend. And that was all you would ever be. Now, without a doubt, even your ears were red out of the unpleasant awkward situation. “Why couldn’t I keep my mouth shut?”, a cruel though popped up in your head.

“I’m sorry about the way I reacted.”

“No, you don’t have to do that.”

“Could you just let me finish?”

“OK, I’ll shut up.”

“You’re really special to me. I don’t I have ever met a girl so though and so resilient. And there’s no way I can repay for everything you have done to me. To keep me going.” Stefan pulled you close, wrapping his arms around your waist. “Elena was a huge part of my life. I won’t deny it. However, she’s gone. Living her dream with Damon. And I’m happy for both of them. Of course it took me awhile to get over that, but you stayed and put up with me at my worst. That’s why I don’t need to hesitate now: I love you, miss Y/L/N. You’re truly the one for me.”

“Oh, Stefan!” The tears built up on your eyes began to stream down your face. “I’m so happy. I-I never would have figured you felt this way.”

“I wish I knew you felt like this sooner.” He whispered in your ear, kissing a sweet spot on your neck.

You sighed, biting your lower lip.

“Can I say one more thing?”

“Yes.” Stefan replied, softly.

“I love you too.” It was barely a whisper, but you knew he had heard.

He cupped your cheeks and let his thumb wipe off the teardrops which insisted to keep falling. The younger Salvatore, then, kissed your mouth very gently. His lips applying a tender pressure against your own. You pulled a lock of his caramel hair, taking all the pleasure you could get from that. It was definitely a dream coming true.

“Now, would you come back inside with me and have another drink?” Stefan whispered against your lips, a short awhile after you two shared such an intimate moment.

“Let me think…” He chuckled. “Yeah, we can do that.”

“I’m glad I fit in your tight schedule, Y/N.”

“Don’t be such a drama queen, honey.”

“I’m not!”

You laughed, stepping in the bar once more. As you watched him go over to get you new drinks, you realised how lucky you were to be in love with him. The curse became the relief. That’s why a grin appeared when you saw him coming back and leaning in for the second kiss of the night.

It finally hit you: choosing to love Stefan Salvatore was the best thing you had ever done. That’s why you would never give up on that feeling.

“Ready to have the night of your life with me?”

“It already is, darling.”

You smiled, joining him and being genuinely happy you were there at the right time with the right kind of feelings.

“He’s right there, Evan. He’s been there this whole time, just as scared as you’ve been to say anything, to speak up and clarify whatever the fuck this is between you two. Do you really want to live the rest of your life wondering what could’ve been? Wondering how much shit you guys could’ve got into together, how many long late nights you could’ve spent next to each other instead of smiling through a screen? He’s right there, Evan. Pretending to be interested in whatever that Microsoft rep is saying. I can see it clear as day that he’s itching to turn around and look at you, just to see if you’re looking at him. So, stop waiting and wondering, what if? Stop second guessing something that’s been written in stone before you even realized it. Stop wondering what if and start asking….when? And that’s RIGHT NOW.” Luke pushed Evan forward. “Now. Not tomorrow or maybe later. Now. Right now.”

Evan took a deep breath and gave a short nod, “Now.”

He walked toward the what if he’d been asking himself about for years and when Jonathan turned and hooked him with a smile, he stopped asking himself what if because he knew it wasn’t what if anymore.

It was, what’s next?


The office doors open suddenly, and a boy walks in, blood dripping from his nose. Alex couldn’t help but gawk. The blood had been what initially caught his attention, but the boys eyes are what made him stare. They were beautiful, more so than any comparison would do justice. His face was a constellation of freckles, each star highlighting the vastness of his fairness. Alex could feel his heart stutter for a completely new reason, it wasn’t the claws of anxiety tearing at his soul, it was something different. Something warm. (read more below the cut)

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When You Say It

Requested by: @meep-meep22
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Pairing: Reader x Bucky
Word Count: 1.6K
Warnings: Fluff

A/N: Trying to get back into writing every day now, but I’ve got a lot of uni work happening

Shifting your weight from one foot to the another, you nervously wring your hands and scan every surface of the compound living room. You’re always alert, making sure that you identified every entry and exit point, finding spots in the room that would be useful incase you needed cover, and even pieces of furniture and decor that could be used as a weapon if it became necessary. You couldn’t help it, it was second nature to trained assassins; and you were almost OCD about it when you were nervous.

“Stop stressing,” Natasha says with a hint of amusement, and you look over to see her smiling at you, “Barnes isn’t dangerous unless he wants to be, he’s actually quite sweet when he’s not a brainwashed Hydra weapon,”

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Watch on newt-loves-tina.tumblr.com


(A/N: I’m also using the official screenplay for this scene to describe some of the actions)

Right, so in this scene you have the two couples of the movie – Newt/Tina and Jacob/Queenie.

First of all, let’s start with the obvious Jacob/Queenie in the scene:

  • The screenplay states that they are “getting on famously” – he’s watching her intently as she talks, hanging onto every word she says and clearly taking an interest in what she’s saying.
  •  He obviously feels sad for her (and Tina) when she tells him about their parents because she says “oh, you’re sweet!”
  • Then he says to her, “Could you stop reading my mind for a second?” – she looks a little offended, a little upset, and that’s probably because she’s used to people asking her to stop reading their minds even though she can’t help it. He sees that because he hurriedly says “Don’t get me wrong, I love it!” – and she giggles (HER GIGGLE IS EVERYTHING OH MY GOD)
  • As written in the screenplay: “QUEENIE giggles, delighted, captivated by JACOB” – SHE IS CAPTIVATED BY HIM, DO YOU UNDERSTAND?
  • Jacob compliments her on her cooking, saying that it’s “the best meal” he’s ever had – and he’d know because he’s a cook as well; Queenie obviously knows this because she’s so touched and laughs “Oh, you slay me!”.
  • “I ain’t never talked to a No-Maj before!” – don’t you just love how Queenie is as interested in his life as a No-Maj as he is in her life as a witch? It’s so wonderful how they take a genuine interest in each other’s lives from the very start
  • Screenplay: “QUEENIE and JACOB gaze into each other’s eyes” :’)
  • “I am NOT flirting!” – oh, but you kind of are? Just a bit?
  • Screenplay: “JACOB is suddenly very pale and sweaty again, although still trying to look good for QUEENIE”.
  • Queenie immediately appears concerned and asks “Oh, hey, you okay, honey?”
  • SCREENPLAY: “As TINA shuts the door, JACOB gets a quick glimpse of QUEENIE in the other room, wearing a much less demure dressing gown”
  • “Thanks…very much” *obviously staring at Queenie*
  • Queenie knows – of course – and she’s fucking beaming at him like a saint, I LOVE IT

Like, seriously, this scene is so wonderful for them :3

Now we have Newt and Tina’s slightly more subtle relationship emerging:

  • Not really a Newtina thing, but Tina’s face when Queenie says “Tina is the career girl” – like, gosh, absolute FUCKING cinnamon roll right there. And don’t you love how it cuts to a shot of Newt reacting as well? JJJ
  • When Jacob says “this meal is insanely good”, Tina looks over at Newt – the filmmakers didn’t put shots of them sharing looks for no reason, THERE IS ALWAYS A REASON FOR A SHOT
  • Screenplay: “NEWT and TINA sit opposite each other, uncomfortably silent in the presence of such affectionate behaviour”
  • Tina is totally wishing she could flirt like Queenie in this scene, don’t lie, which is why Queenie then announces “I am NOT flirting!”
  • And then Tina looks totally embarrassed because Newt looks at her like “???” and she’s like “FUUUUCCK”
  • She takes a really long moment to start speaking, it’s like “okay, how do I recover from this, how do I pretend I wasn’t just thinking about cute his freckles are in the candlelight”
  • Screenplay: “TINA looks put out.”
  • Can we appreciate how she offers Newt (and Jacob) the bedroom, like, she barely knows them and yet she offers them beds.
  • “Okay, you guys can bunk in here” – Newt looks kind of like “…Oh…right…”
  • Tina then tilts her head, and I honestly think she’s thinking to herself in a small voice “I’m just trying to be nice though”.
  • Tina knocking on the door “tentatively” (screenplay words, not mine!)
  • SCREENPLAY: “TINA, with some frustration, pointedly places his cup on the bedside table”
  • She’s noticeably irritated that he doesn’t even react or move (again, screenplay says it)



“Hey, Oliver?”

“Yeah, Dig?

“(y/n) is back in town.” And Oliver could’ve sworn for a second that his heart stopped. His mind began to scramble for his last memory of you. Your (e/c) eyes, that made him feel so different. You must be so much older, so much more mature. He hadn’t seen you since before Lian Yu, and even thinking about seeing you made him nauseous. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to see you, he didn’t think he could face you. 

“Your mother invited her over for dinner tonight.” Diggle continued and that’s when the slight panic began. 

“She mentioned you.” he said, seeing Oliver’s reaction. His heart settled a little, his eyes meeting Digs in the rearview mirror. “She seems awfully excited to see you, Oliver.”

And you were when you walked through the two large doors of his home. You happily approached his mother, giving her a large hug and when you came back up, your eyes locking in on his. And for the first time in a while, he felt a fresh breath in his chest as he approached you.  


You didn’t knew how long you were already here. Maybe Days, maybe only hours. It doesn’t mattered at all.

Since Valentine captured you all you knew was pain.You couldn’t say what they wanted to reach with it. They didn’t asked you anything, just keep going on with the torture. Maybe they only wanted to see when you break and you couldn’t say how much longer you could go.
Right now you only wanted it to stop, even when this meant to die.

When the door opened again you were sure it would be Valentine again, checking on how you’re doing. But it was Alec, looking shocked at he saw in what stadium you were.

Only for a second he was frozen before he moved to action, freeing you and picking you up in his arms.

“I’ll get you home, (y/n)”, Alec whispered.

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His Wilted Flower; 2440 words.
Isak’s insomnia flares up and Even tries to help.


Even knew Isak had trouble sleeping and that stress made the insomnia worse, and while he couldn’t do anything about the source of Isak’s stress he figured he could at least help his boy get some sleep.  Since his diagnosis Even had tried about a dozen different techniques to help his own sleep, so he had some ideas about what to do for Isak.

Since the nosebleed incident a few weeks ago – which Even’s heart still stopped for a second if he thought about – Even had made it his mission to help his boyfriend.

Step one had been introducing the ‘no technology in the bed after 10PM’ rule, which Isak had balked at initially but tried nonetheless after Even explained that the light and all the stimulation wasn’t exactly conducive to a good night’s sleep.

Step two was wind down time, which Isak actually seemed to enjoy.  Instead of doing his homework until the small hours of the morning when exhaustion was too heavy to ignore, they both put all their school stuff away with the laptops and phones at 10.  Wind down time was pretty much just an excuse to lie in bed and cuddle his boyfriend, if Even was honest.

Isak soaked affection up like a touch starved sponge, though, so it was met with no complaints.

They’d lie in whoever’s bed they were spending that night in, cosy under the duvet, murmuring about their day and exchanging lazy touches.  Even’s favourite thing to do was to smooth his fingers over Isak’s curls while Isak talked about his day, occasionally twirling a lock around his fingers and watching it spring back.

Isak, on the other hand, was always all over the map.  He’d trace Even’s facial features, slot their legs together so there wasn’t a single place they weren’t pressed together, and sometimes he’d even blow on the part of Even’s fringe that was adamant to never lie flat.  Even would have protested the last one if it didn’t make Isak’s eyes light up with silent laughter.

It never took long for them to become soft and sleepy, blinking hazily and yawning through their stories.

Sleepy Isak had a special place in Even’s heart.  The way his cheeks would flush just slightly and his eyes would glaze over in a way that reminded Even of lazy afternoons smoking pot and kissing and he would just be so malleable under Even’s touch.

The only problem was that Even always fell asleep before Isak.  He’d lose himself listening to Isak’s breathing and Isak would stroke his face so gently that his eyes couldn’t help but flutter shut.  Cut to hours later when Even would wake up and Isak would be lying there watching him or staring up at the ceiling, the soft sleepiness replaced with simple exhaustion.

Even would always mumble an apology that Isak would roll his eyes at, but they’d settle back into a cuddle and Even would try to outlast Isak.  Some nights it worked and he could hear the change in Isak’s breathing and feel Isak’s muscles relax under his hand and he’d know his boy was finally getting some rest, but other nights he would fall asleep rubbing soothing circles against Isak’s back.

Even wasn’t sure what else he could do.


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  • tbh sometimes i feel like he is lowkey seventeen’s other dad
  • anyway he would be the sweetest father in the world
  • and probs the clingiest lmao he always needs his child near him whenever he’s home
  • most husbands would be v lazy to get the baby when they’re crying at five AM but not joshua…..he was up before you could even utter a word
  • let’s start with a baby girl, hm? ok when she was a baby, joshua spoiled her so much that you /knew/ she was going to grow up to be a daddy’s girl
  • she literally does not stop crying until she knows it’s her dad holding her
  • her first word was even “dada”
  • calls her his little princess
  • taught her how to play guitar the second she showed a slight interest for it
  • had to start her off with a ukulele though because her fingers were too small and skinny for thick guitar strings but whatever he’s proud asf
  • but man, your daughter would always strum her heart out and you can tell she loves it because she has the same look that joshua has when he plays guitar
  • you show her old seventeen mv’s whenever she misses her dad when he goes on tour
  • oh goodness speaking of tour; all the seventeen boys are going to melt over her and would spoil her almost as much as joshua 
  • when y'all facetime, the boys are always filling up the screen and waving at the baby and jisoo is like omg i’m trying to talk to my child guys but they don’t listen lol
  • and when you call them for babysitting, they ALL have something to teach her
  • minghao is going to teach her how to get away with sass, mingyu is going to teach her how to cook, hoshi is going to teach her how to dance, vernon is going to make faces at her to the point where she can replicate one, jun is going to show her how to model, jeonghan is going to take naps with her, woozi is going to play her nursery rhymes on his piano, seungkwan is going to be her cuddle buddy, wonwoo is going to read stories to her and dino is going to be glad he isn’t the youngest ^–^
  • dino: *turns to jeonghan* “hey hyung ((((: i’m not technically the baby anymore, right? because now-”
  • jeonghan: no bc she’s jisoo’s baby. but you’re still /my/ baby.
  • dino: -.-
  • is a cute but evil little girl…..knows where the cookie jar is and how to charm uncle mingyu into reaching it for her
  • you know, being jisoo’s child, i think korean would the baby’s first language because of her 12 uncles but she would also be able to speak very fluent english bc that’s her dad’s most comfortable tongue to speak in
  • i can see y'all always going to cali to visit jisoo’s mom and dad~
  • as she grows up, you can see just how much she is like joshua with her love for music and confidence and positivity in herself
  • one time when she was feeling down, joshua listened and told her his story of how he became a k-idol and told her to never give up and that just motivated her a lot
  • joshua honestly does not like the idea that she is going to grow?? up?? into?? an?? adult?? but he has to accept it
  • he doesn’t look like the type to be emotional but i think when your daughter graduates from high school jisoo is going to cry bc what happened to his baby girl that used to sit on his lap and watch disney shows on his laptop with him???
  • everyone remember when mingyu drove in pretty u and jisoo saw his life flash before his eyes when mingyu crashed inside? that’s what he looks like when he starts teaching his daughter how to drive
  • “sweetie…..you don’t want to have a bike instead?” he’d weakly ask  but his daughter is like lol no let’s try again
  • since jisoo grew up as an only child, he’d probably know how lonely it can get sometimes and would suggest you all get a puppy
  • but when your daughter began asking for a little brother…..well……you know what happens heh
  • if joshua has a little boy, i bet he’s going to raise that kid to be just as gentleman like as he was
  • the members call him the mini jisoo~ 
  • and your son is a mommy’s boy ^–^ so he is happy to learn bc that is how jisoo captured your heart, right?
  • your son is more like you and jisoo always tells you this and what you always say is “he has your eyes, though”
  • and it’s true, when you look at your son, he has the same twinkly chocolate orbs as his father
  • your little girl always holding her little brother’s hand and reminding him to drink water instead of juice and jisoo is ???? because wHERE ELSE WOULD SHE GET THAT PHRASE and you’re laughing and he’s shooting you a look like “you showed them my predebut videos didnt you? 😭😭” and youre like “oh cmon you were cute!! i couldnt resist”
  • kids do not trust him in the kitchen nope not after he burned the grilled cheese sandwiches on accident
  • joshua orchestrating his kids to make a cute surprise for you on your birthday c:
  • i also think joshua would be the type to take his family to church like once and if you all like it, then y'all can keep going together
  • movie nights are a big thing for this family ^^ y'all are always picking disney films and anime or going out to the movie theater to catch the new flick
  • beach days too
  • jisoo also the type to give his kids lots of money when they go out with their friends bc he spoils and bc of that, you find that its your job to ground them
  • jisoo and his mini’s asking you to come play water balloon fight outside but u say no bc you still had to cook dinner and stuff and you refuse until your son goes-
  •  "dads are fun, moms are boring ((((:“ and jisoo is grinning and you know they’re baiting you but you eventually just give in and pick up a water balloon like "youre on” and youre all running through the backyard and spraying each other and all that fun stuff
  • a v cute and fun family tbh ^–^