#newt x female!reader

[bamjio]

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐓. ☆ tmr, Minho.

𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: A little one night stand with Minho wouldn't hurt, right?

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆(𝐒): smut/adultery actions , drinking , explicit language , soft scenes , implied voyeurism , appropriately 16+.

𝘋𝘐𝘚𝘊𝘓𝘈𝘐𝘔𝘌𝘙 !! keep in mind that my content is simply for entertainment and leisure purposes. ONLY, I am not promoting inappropriate actions; especially if you're still immature and not ready.

︶꒷꒦︶ ๋࣭ ⭑★ ︶꒷꒦︶ ๋࣭ ⭑

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐃𝐔𝐒𝐊, as you silently sat on the benches, gallys' moonshine in your hand, you took a sip.

Some of the boys had gotten to be tipsy or drowsy; while few of them were still lively, you had counted around 14 to 16 boys still participating in the twilights' dead occasion, and one of those boys laid a very rowdy and daring Minho. He was telling his group a very 'interesting' and 'thrilling' story— well, based on how he delivered it, and how they reacted so dramatically.

You sat in far from them, but close to the bonfire admiring Minhos' ridiculously charming spirit. Drinking small sips of the moonshine, avoiding getting tipsy.

After a few minutes, you got quite sleepy and decided to go to your hut, getting up— you got startled by a sudden noise of someone falling into a pile of things

"(Name), wait..!!"

A familiar charming yet deep voice catches up, turning around to see Minho jogging towards you unsteadily, as you stopped to wait for him

"Hi."

"You... you... you know, haha.. I have something to say.."

He drunkly yet confidently said, looking at you intensly, looking quite serious. You looked at him with a curious and worried expression— speaking up. "Yes, Minho?" I tilted my head slightly. by reflex— you held on to his shoulder, since he was gonna fall to the stones again.

"You're so... soo... sooo.... cute." He burped, laughing after, as you chuckled along slightly.

"I think it's time to go to sleep." You scolded, wiping his face. "Whaattt?? Its—" burp. "Not even— that dark.. see?" He refused, pointing at the shining moon, as you smiled at his oblivious and childish behavior

"That's a moon, and that's what they do." You replied, holding on to his heavy weight.

"Sorry. Let's go." He mumbled, getting drowsy as his head falls to my head. 'Ouch.'

As you both walked to the homestead, boys homestead. He stopped mid track, letting go of himself and gripping both your shoulders "(name). I really... really... superr.. like you." He giggled, grinning at you as he unexpectedly gave you a tight hug

If you were being honest, you blushed. Earning an uncontrollable smile from him. 'He's just drunk' you thought to yourself, believing in getting admired back was to funny to think, for you.

He let go and put his arm around again, acting like nothing happened as he walked uneasily.

Finally— upon arriving in his futon, you out him down gently, trying too hard not to bang his head due to his heavy weight; for you, since you don't lift weights like the other boys' do.

As you were about to leave he grabbed your arm, gripping it tight and pulling you, causing you to fall on your butt, leaving a small 'ah!' From the pain.

"Stay.—"

"—please? I know you're not allowed, but just for once?"

He murmured, looking at your eyes. His face was in a pinkish blush, and his eyes looked too doe to say no.

"For a minute." You mumbled, staying close to him, crossing your legs to stay nearby, but he rolled to the side, patting the space left. "Here, not there. And don't sit, please." He half-whisperly demanded, tugging your arm as you obliged, not wanting to lose the chance with your crush.

It felt honestly comfortably awkward, laying in bed facing the ceiling, while Minho clung to you, his legs wrapped around yours, his hands on your chest and face nuzzled in your neck in his comfort.

"(Name)?"

—"yes?"

"I think I love you."

He blabbled, turning your head to him to see him already looking at you with pure bliss, and no one could deny that his eyes spoke genuine.

"𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭?"

"You heard me. I said i love you." He confirmed, smiling hazily,

And there it was, utter silence.

"I like you too, Minho." You muttered, looking at him. You took the chance to confess, chances of him remembering was less than seventy anyway.

"I know. I think Ben told me that, or was that Newt?" He recalled, "can't be Newt though, he has a massive fat crush on you." Announced. taking his hand to your cheeks, "You're so cute." Squeezing it softly,

"Newt is always talking about your... eyes.. they're really expres—" He stopped mid sentence, admiring your eyes.

And by no hesitation; he grabbed your jaw as both your lips pressed. He closed his eyes while you were left with a suprise.

Letting go, leaving you with wide eyes and agape mouth.

"I love you so much. I hate it. You're too angelic to not admire. Your skin is too soft, and you're so sweet and caring to everyone. Everyone literally loves you." He quickly stammered.

He kissed you again, this time. You took it in. Closing your eyes and enjoying it feeling his soft lips against yours. as he let go again avoiding eye contact this time. "I hate they way they look and admire you, but I love the way you look and admire others." He got up, pinning your figure to the comfy futon, his legs trapping your hips and his arms around your head for support.

"You don't know how many times I wrote your name in the maze, your features that i love, your quotes that i hear, you don't know how much I always look at you, admire you when you're busy, I love your lips, eyes, nose, hair, and everything. I love how you're a caring, loving, sweet, kind, and strong person."

He kissed you, both your lips melting together, as he slid his tongue to yours, butterflies blooming inside your stomach as you moaned quietly inside.

"But I hate the way they love you, I hate how they take advantage of the kind of person you are."

He let go again, before you even blinked at him, he took of his shirt, unbuttoning it revealing his body, his body had scattered scars and bandages, which made it more attractive,

"Let me pleasure you, (name)." He gently grabbed your face, looking at your eyes with his.

"Let me be the one to give you real intention of loving you, please." He begged, sounding to be desperate,

You were blushing and was too ashamed to looked at him, yet nodding. "I want you to say it, please." He begged, as you softly obliged,

"Okay... minho." You softly muttered, not sure on how to reply to his offer.

As he pressumed, he grabbed kissed your lips, pampering the same heated kisses through your body, unbuttoning your white blouse,

Revealing your covered chest to your bare hips.He kissed through your belly button, stopping mid, now looking up at you.

"You don't know how much I love you." He said, going back up to your neck, gently sucking it.

"Minho..." you softly moaned, keeping your hands to your mouth incase someboy wakes up, you both would've been in huge trouble. And you weren't aiming for it.

He sucked, kissed, devoured your sensitive neck to cleavage, earning red spots.

"Ah.." you gently whimpered, as you felt him stop at his tracks

"Don't resist, let those dumb perverts know who you belong to." He grabbed your wrist, holding them up while he trailed kisses, moaning and whimpering each touch.

As time went on, he slowly pulled your pants, looking at you, a sign of consent, as you nodded in response

He crawled to your bottom, kissing your hip bone.

As he went further, he took off your pants, leaving you with your panties, as he blushed at the sight.

"Minho.." you softly called out, as he placed another kiss at your hip bone.

"Leave me to please you." He gently smiled, that damn smile that made you trip at your first day being a medjack.

Time went on as you two connected, literally.

Loud moans by Minho, and soft moans by you were spread by the homestead, the moment felt unreal, felt angelic, a feeling that you never thought could even happen.

Words, whimpering, moaning, groaning, and a soft shout were scattered— "shuck", which made you giggle mid to it. "yes", "harder", and a sweet "i love you." To every pain to pleasure.

As time went by Minho fell on your side, both half naked and bare. "I'm sorry." He panted, looking at the ceiling.

You were filled with sweat, him, and his scent. As you panted in satisfaction. "Don't be, please.." you breathed, getting close to him, as he invited his arms over you.

"When we get outta here, I want you and me to get married, having kids, and live by a lake." He proposed, kissing you on top of your head, as your hands traveled around his torso, hugging him.

"Thank you, Minho" you looked up to him with a soft genuine smile, a look that could make the sun stop shining. "This would be the last thing I'd expect."

"Thank you, (name)." He gestured back, earning a kiss from you, as you slept on his chest peacefully, he turned his head to the opposite side,

"How was the view?" He teased, chuckling before kissing your head again.

"Oh, shuck you."

"Fuck you, man."

Two groans were made by nonetheless, Newt and gally.

"I can hear both of you jacking off." Minho jestered, pulling a middle finger to them "you both were too focused on (name), luckily i was the one who noticed." Minho criticized, hugging your figure, ensuring you close as he kept the blanket to cover both your bodies, prioritizing you.

"𝐈 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 (𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄)"

You opened your eyes to see Minho sleeping soundly, already.

"𝐈 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐓𝐎𝐎, 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐇𝐎."

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I have so many apologies to make up (´；ω；`)

I know the adultery scene was not it, the start was very slow burnt yet the end was rushed, Minho was outta character, I wasn't as specific, and obviously I had grammar issues— I'm really sorryyyy (ToT) I haven't wrote in a long while and I hope you guys bare me here, I'll do better next time and I'm I guess willing to do requests once my masterlist is out, but I can't promise that I'll do it. (＾＾)人(＾＾)

Thanks so Mach for reading till the end!! Missyallloveyall!! (≡・x・≡)

[yoursecretadmires]

When I read to much fanfic (X Reader). Now I can't rewatch the same tv series without imagine the reader in that shows

[sixtsposts]

The Student and the Teacher - Newt Scamander

TW: female!reader

Y/N, a young New York witch who has always been passionate about magical creatures, heard about a magical zoologist who lives in London. So she went looking for him in the hope that he would teach her his trade.

She walks the streets on the lookout for the slightest clue that could help her find this famous Newt Scamander. When suddenly, while passing in front of an antique jewelry store, she saw something moving inside. She stopped her steps and returned to the window and was not surprised to see a Niffler filling the pocket of her belly with necklaces, earrings and other sparkling objects. Without being able to hold it back, the young girl burst into crystal-clear laughter and drew her magic wand to try to recover the little thief creature.

But before she could do anything a young man with curly hair arrived followed by another man with a mustache. He broke the window with an unspoken spell and rushed into the window to try to recover the Niffler. Unfortunately, the beast jumped out of the store, slithering across the road. Y/N then rushed towards the poor creature who was unable to escape from her. The young man got out of the trashed window and shook his wand to put everything back in order. With a disappointed look, the wizard collected his suitcase and began to walk away. But before he could left with his friend the young girl ran to him, handing him her Niffler. The man's gaze moved from the girl to the creature and so on.

- I managed to catch your Nifleur before he escaped Sir, she said, smiling.

The young brunette then gave him a frank smile and took the creature in his arms before putting it back in his suitcase.

- Thank you so much...

She told him his name and shook his hand honestly.

- You are Newt Scamander, aren't you?

- Um yes yes, it's me. He smiled shyly

- I was just looking for you, Mister Scamander... He cut him off.

- Please call me Newt.

- Of course! Well, Newt, I was looking for you.

- Looking for me? He frowned.

- Yes ! I was told you were the only one magiczoologist that exists. And being passionate about magical creatures I I was wondering if you could teach me your trade... maybe?

She finished her sentence in a whisper, not sure of his reaction. Norbert raised his eyebrows, surprised. Then he gave a small smile.

- Well, you can to come to my reserve and I'll see what you're capable of... Other than catching Nifflers I mean, which is very useful you can believe me.

She laughed softly and followed him, happier than ever. They apparated together and arrived at Newt's house, in his reserve. The young girl was finally able to put into practice everything she had studied for so long. And it must be admitted that Norber was rather enthusiastic at the idea of ​​having him as an apprentice.

- Where did you learn all that? He asked curiously.

- Well, thanks to your book Newt. She replied, laughing.

He turned red and laughed heartily with her. The evening continued like this. And after two hours of visit and treatment they went back upstairs. There, Newt returned to Y/N and him while holding out his hand.

- Y/N, you are officially my apprentice. He smiled. She returned his handshake almost jumping because she was so happy.

- Oh thank you Newt, you won't regret it not, I promise you!

- Oh but I'm sure of it. He smiles crookedly looking at her with piercing eyes without realizing it.

The young girl could not keep from turning scarlet. After that they all went to eat and Y/N was able to meet Newt's friend, Jacob Kowalski. A very nice boy who's very in love with a certain Queeny Goldstein. He told you she was the sister of Tina Goldstein, the girl with whom Norbert would be in love said Jacob

- No Jacob, I already told you, Tina and I it's over. He said shaking his head.

- Oh, did you argue? Asked carefully Y/N.

-Ah no, not at all. We left by mutual agreement. We were better friends after all. And that's what we are now. He gave his friend a pointed look which made the young girl laugh.

The end of the meal was in a good mood. Jacob leaves right after and the two found themselves alone. They were chatting on the sofa in a quiet atmosphere

- By the way Y/N what were you doing back in America? he asked, facing the young girl, her head resting on her hand and her elbow propped on the back of the sofa.

- Well I was studying. I just finished a few weeks ago. After that I came directly to pick you up. She replied, sitting cross-legged facing the brunette.

- Oh but then, how old are you? He said, getting up and going to get the kettle which was starting to whistle.

- I'm 22 years old.

They talked for another hour, while drinking tea before going to bed.

- Well, good night Newt. See you tomorrow !She said as she got ready to go through the door. entry.

- Wait, where are you going to sleep? he worried.

- Oh I think I would find one hostel or hotel for the night.

- It's already past midnight Y/N, you won't find anything tonight.

- But yes, don't worry. I'll manage. She smiles at him.

- And for tomorrow and the other days eh? No, out of question. I can't let a young girl wander the streets of London alone in the middle of the night. You can take the guest room! He said it all in one go and she smiled softly.

- All right. She said simply.

- Really ? Awesome ! So come, follow me.

He took her to a nice little room where she opened her suitcase and settled down to sleep. The next morning she got up first, being used to being woken up very early by her family. So she set about preparing breakfast to thank her host. She was making the omelette when the latter arrived in the small kitchen, shirtless.

Seeing the young girl, the frying pan in her hand, her mouth open and her red cheeks staring at him, he realized that he was not alone, jumped up and stammered apologies before going to put on a black tank top. He wore loose beige fabric pants and was barefoot.

Y/N, on the other hand, was wearing a large shirt and pajama pants too. Newt was scarlet red while the young girl couldn't help but laugh at the scene that had unfolded before her eyes a few minutes before.

- I'm sorry Y/N, I forgot that I was no longer alone. He admitted embarrassed.

- Oh no, it's nothing Newt. This isn't the first torso I've seen, you kn-

But she didn't finish her sentence when she realized what she was saying, she in turn turned purple. This time it was the magiczoologist who burst into hearty laughter.

- No, well what I mean is that I grew up with three brothers so I often saw them shirtless. Saw you? She said stuttering.

- I see yeah... He replied simply, a smile on his face as he scrutinized the young girl in front of him. It’s true that now that you mention it, you haven’t yet told me about your family.

- Oh there is nothing interesting to say really. To be honest, I've never had a very good relationship with them. She said as she served him the omelette.

- Thanks, that looks delicious! Exclaimed the wizard, throwing himself at the food. Is that why you came to London? To escape them?

- Run away from them no, just take a step back.. But beyond everything it was to find you Sir. She gave him an amused look as her cheeks took on a rosy tint.

- Well, I'm delighted to have served as an alibi for you to escape from the United States. He laughs.

- We can hardly make a better alibi must be said! She laughed in turn.

Once breakfast was finished, Newt took his assistant to his basement. They spent the day talking to each other, inadvertently touching their hands and so on.

The days passed and it was almost two months since Y/N worked alongside Scamander and obviously the contact between the two individuals became more familiar. They had become very accomplices. It was obvious that Norbert liked the young girl, he even felt more fascination for her than for Tina before. And conversely, Y/N was very attracted to the magiczoologist but convinced that he could never love her. And then she was too young for him and not beautiful enough.

Well, that's what she thought until the day when Newt - under Jacob's advice of course - decided to surprise him. The first night they met, after dinner once Jacob had left, she told him that she had always dreamed of having her own Niffler. But she never could because her parents hated animals and now she can't because she doesn't have enough money. However, it turns out that Newt's Nifflers have just had a litter of baby Nifleurs. So he said it would be nice to have one for her. And then he also planned to confess his feelings to her this evening. That evening Y/N was returning from a visit to Queeny - with whom she had become very friend - and had just put her coat on the rack when she felt a presence at her back. She turned around to face Newt with a big smile, her cheeks rosy.

- Y/N.

- Newt, what’s wrong? she asked puzzled by his intense gaze.

Without answering he slipped his arm around her waist and guided her to the sofa where she sat. The magical zoologist stood before her and him in front of a small wooden box with a hole in it. Inside, the girl saw something moving.

- It's for you. The wizard said softly to him. I hope you like it. He concluded with a cute little smile when she carefully took the box from his hands.

She opened the lid of the box and examined the contents. Suddenly her eyes lit up, she carefully placed the box on the coffee table and jumped on top of the man to give him a hug. The person in question returned her embrace by wrapping his arms around her and holding her close to him as if he no longer wanted her to leave. He breathed in the perfume that emanated from her hair, she smelled good of lavender. He loves lavender.

She broke away from him and kissed him on the plays while whispering a little: “thank you infinitely Norbert, I don't know how thank you". Then she turned around to look at the box when a hand clung to her wrist. He turned her towards him and with a quick step approached her, placed his hand on her cheek and placed her lips on his.

After few seconds of surprise she young girl responded to his kiss by slipping her hands into the sorcerer's hair. He then placed his other hand on her hips. The kiss lasted for several more seconds and the two lovers had to separate because of the lack of oxygen.

- Y/N I like you... I really do. He whispered to him gently.

- Oh if you knew how I waited moment. Obviously I love you Norbert.

And she kissed him again. And that's it, lrt's leave the two lovers the privacy they need. In any case, what is certain is that it was a shock for Jacob to show up at his friend's house and surprise him in bed with the young girl. But strangely, Queeny wasn't surprised at all...

[xoxostiles]

Guys I need a fanfic crossover Tmr x Bellamy blake.

NOW PLEASE SOMEONE NOWWWWW!!!

Def making this on Cai….

[cherie-luvv]

me when a fandom ignores direct queerness or queercoding to thirst over a character

ME OMG ME AGHHHHH

It literally drives me INSANE

[megs-2810]

How would yall feel about a Daryl and Negan x reader love triangle or Daryl and Rick x reader love triangle.

I’m also planning to do some the maze runner fanfics because i love the maze runner so if any of you have any preference on what to start with it would be character x reader or we can do a love triangle so let me know!!

Let me know which one or if you want a different love triangle I’m in the mood for a good spicy love triangle hehe!

[thewolffairytaler]

One sad little sheep - part 5 | Thomas Hewitt x female reader

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Summary: When the third day finally arrives, the little sheep gets out earlier for her proper behaviour, also for the reason that he knows she needs to recover from her current state, her uncle thinking that she had gotten her lessons well kept in her head for now. But in reality, she hasn't. If anything, she just got more touch starved from candid comfort and love. And all she wants to do for the day is to relax and feel free for a moment again.

Parts: Six, seven, eight, nine, ten, & eleven.

As the soft morning light filtered through the dusty windows of the small-town Texas gas station, a young woman stood at the checkout counter, her fingers gently tapping against a jar of homemade jam. She had a determined expression upon her face, but her eyes told a different story—a dullness that lingered behind her polite facade. Today, the usual sparkle in her gaze was overshadowed by a hint of melancholy, as though weighty thoughts had settled upon her shoulders and dimmed her spirit. The sweet scent of peach jam mingled with the rich aroma of brewed tea, yet even the promise of a comforting afternoon treat seemed insufficient to lift her mood.

Behind the counter, an older woman observed the scene with keen interest. The owner of the gas station, who had seen countless faces pass through her doors, immediately recognized the sorrow draped over the young woman's demeanor. With silver hair neatly tucked back and a warm smile that spoke of years lived and lessons learned, the old lady leaned closer as she counted the items. Memories of her own children flooded her mind, reminders of their struggles and triumphs, and she felt an inexplicable urge to reach out.

“You know, honey,” she remarked gently, her voice soft like the summer breeze, “sometimes a little jam and tea can help more than we realise. It's not just about the taste; it’s about the comfort they bring."

The young adult looked at Luda Mae, her gaze a mix of uncertainty and vulnerability, as she leaned slightly against the gas station counter. The fluorescent lights above flickered on and off, casting a harsh glow on her face, revealing the faint shadows beneath her eyes.

“Is it that noticeable?” she asked quietly, her voice barely rising above the hum of the refrigerator behind her. Despite having escaped the suffocating confines of her uncle's home just seven hours earlier, a lingering fog of unease still clung to her. Each second felt like a reminder of the cage from which she had just emerged, and she hoped Luda Mae wouldn’t see the turmoil swirling within her.

Luda Mae, a woman seasoned by life’s trials and imbued with a quiet strength, studied (Y/n) with a keen eye. She had seen many faces in her years behind the counter some weary, some hopeful, others haunted and she sensed the weight of the girl’s unspoken worries.

“Honey, you don’t have to pretend with me,” Luda Mae said softly, her weathered hands resting comfortably atop the countertop. “You’ve been through something tough, and it takes time to feel like yourself again.” The young woman nodded, acknowledging the truth of Luda Mae’s words, realizing that her uncle had underestimated the impact of her captivity. He had thought allowing her a brief reprieve from her confinement would be enough, but the scars ran deeper than mere moments of freedom could heal.

As they stood there, an unspoken understanding began to form between them, bridging the gap between their ages and experiences. Luda Mae had her own stories of endurance, and she sensed the young woman's journey was only just beginning. With each passing moment at the counter, the weight of her past began to lighten, if only slightly; she could feel the stirrings of a new resolve within her. Here, in the hum of the gas station, amidst the mundane exchanges and the scent of gasoline, she dared to envision a future unconfined by her uncle's oppressive grasp. Together, they shared a fleeting moment of connection, illuminating the path ahead, one step at a time.

She regarded Luda Mae with a sense of admiration, often marveling at how the elderly lady seemed to weave strength and warmth into her daily interactions. Though she didn’t know much about Luda Mae beyond her role as Thomas's mother, she had witnessed enough to appreciate the resilience that lingered behind her gentle demeanor. There were plenty of outsiders who rolled through the gas station, their rudeness like a sharp wind piercing the small-town charm, and it was refreshing to see Luda Mae stand her ground against such behavior. It wasn’t merely a matter of pride; it was the subtle defiance of a woman who’d seen her fair share of life’s storms, and who wasn’t afraid to assert herself when the situation called for it.

In contrast, the townsfolk possessed a more muted form of rudeness, a kind that oozed with passive-aggression and veiled disdain. They would flash polite smiles while harboring their judgments in hushed whispers, making it easy for the young woman to feel the weight of their unspoken words. She found solace in the presence of Luda Mae, who, regardless of the company she kept, filled the atmosphere with her grounded spirit. To see her ward off the harshness of the world with mere words or a firm stance was a reminder that kindness and assertiveness could coexist, creating an unshakeable presence amidst the unsettling currents of small-town life. In a place where the unkind often masked their intentions, Luda Mae shone like a beacon of authenticity, someone who was both pleasant and formidable. A combination that the young woman cherished deeply.

(Y/n) often found herself lost in thought, contemplating the nature of motherhood through the prism of her own relationship with Luda Mae. It wasn’t that Luda Mae lacked that kindness she had mentioned earlier; she could be a warm presence, offering comfort when times were tough. Yet, there existed an invisible barrier between them. A chasm shaped by unspoken expectations and the weight of deeper emotions. (Y/n) had grown accustomed to navigating life alone, guarding her heart and thoughts with an instinctive resolve. Perhaps that was why she refrained from sharing anything too personal, opting instead for conversations that skimmed the surface of normalcy. In a world where vulnerability felt like a risk, the young woman convinced herself that Luda Mae’s role was merely a transient one, a mere guide in a life that wasn't hers to complicate.

Over the years, she observed Luda Mae’s gestures. Little acts of care hinted at an underlying yearning for something. There were moments when she could almost imagine what it felt like to call someone "Mama," to share secrets and dreams without fear of judgment. Yet, she held back, tethered by an unshakeable belief that opening up would only create burdens, and neither of them was equipped to bear. It was as if she stood on the edge of a precipice, peering into the possibility of a relationship that could fill the void left by absence but recoiling at the thought of the leap. With each encounter, she wrestled with the duality of her feelings: a longing for the closeness that a mother-daughter bond could offer, and an instinct to protect her own heart from the complexities of such a tie.

In her mind, Luda Mae remained a dichotomy, a gentle soul who could provide warmth yet never fully step into the role of motherhood that the young woman had always craved. Thus, their interactions played out like a delicate dance, wherein (Y/n) took care not to venture too far, lest she discover that relationships, much like wounds, could heal but also open up old scars. She wanted to believe that Luda Mae understood, respected her boundaries, and simply settled into the rhythm of their unconventional connection. After all, in their world of fractured families and unspoken promises, perhaps normalcy was the safest haven, even if it left her wondering what could have been, what it truly meant to have a mother.

She walked out of the gas station with a calm more aware demeanor as she began walking through the roads of the Texas heat, as she eventually stepped through the familiar doorway of her childhood home, the aroma of her freshly purchased groceries mingling with the scent of the earth that clung to her uncle's work boots by the door. She placed the bags down on the wooden table, momentarily distracted by the comforting chaos of family life that surrounded her. Taking a deep breath, she quietly approached her uncle, who stood peeling potatoes, the worn grooves of his hands speaking of a life spent in hard labor. With a respectful tone, she asked if she might spend the day outdoors, yearning for the tranquility of nature that she had always cherished.

Her uncle paused, giving her a careful once-over, assessing her sincerity. Although he had observed the subtle struggles she faced in recent times, he couldn't deny the earnestness in her eyes today. She promised it would only be until nine o'clock, and with a soft chuckle, he recalled how she often returned from her woodland escapes with dirt smudged across her cheeks but a bright light in her demeanor as a child. "Just watch your step," he advised playfully, the concern hidden beneath his gruff exterior, before he turned back to his work in the cowshed. The young woman couldn't help but to smile a bit at the outcome, feeling both liberated and understood, ready to lose herself in the wild embrace of the natural world, if only for a few hours. But also a bit of dread as she never really liked that tone of his, it always meant something bad. She left the house swiftly in a worry that he might change his mind soon if she dosen’t move fast.

(Y/n) wandered through the rugged Texas landscape, her senses alive with the vibrant details of nature surrounding her. The golden sun filtered through the sprawling branches of ancient oaks, casting playful shadows on the ground as she meandered along a dusty path. Every now and then, her gaze would be drawn to a glimmering object—a unique stone, a delicate feather, or an unusual flower—each a small treasure in the vastness of the wild. In those moments of exploration, all thoughts of her job at the slaughterhouse faded away, replaced by an exhilarating sense of freedom and connection to the earth.

She had ventured outside with no particular destination in mind, simply seeking solace in the beauty of the scenery. The air was filled with the earthy scent of wild sage, mingling with the distant calls of birds soaring high above. Each time she stopped to examine a new find, she felt a warm glow of contentment, as if the world was encouraging her to notice the little wonders often overlooked in the daily grind of life. Yet, unbeknownst to her, this leisurely stroll was leading her down a path that would intersect with the anxieties of her job, one that often weighed heavily on her spirit.

As she admired the shimmering reflections of sunlight dancing upon a nearby creek, she realised she had unknowingly taken a shortcut to her workplace. The familiar outline of the slaughterhouse loomed ahead, a stark contrast to the serene landscape she had been traversing. The beauty of the day was fleeting, tempered by the reality of the responsibilities she held. A deep breath filled her lungs, a reminder that the tranquility of nature coexisted with the harshness of her daily life. But in that moment, she chose to embrace the wonder of her surroundings, savoring the vibrant life that pulsed through the fields and trees, knowing that soon enough, she would have to confront the weight of her world once more.

She was just about to turn around, careful to shield her fragile mood from the watchful eyes of her boss. After all, she didn't want him to think for a second that she was feeling "good" today; the slightest hint of positivity could easily be misconstrued as an act of defiance against her recent bout of sickness. He had a way of jumping to conclusions, and she could already imagine the scenario in which he confronted her with accusations of faking illness, ultimately leading to an abrupt termination of her employment. Her heart raced at the thought, prompting her to consider her escape.

But just as she began to weave her way towards the door, a familiar silhouette caught her eye. Leaning against the railing outside was Thomas Hewitt, the mute odd man out whose presence often went unnoticed. Clad in his usual dark green work shirt, he seemed to carry a weight heavier than the tools of his trade. She could see he was taking his fifteen-minute break, a moment of solitude that he desperately needed to escape the judgmental whispers and superficial camaraderie of the other male workers. She had always found a strange comfort in his quietness; it was as if the world around him faded into the background, allowing him to exist without the pressures of unnecessary chatter.

Her instincts urged her to keep moving, to slip away unnoticed, but she found herself drawn to him. There was an unspoken understanding in his gaze, a reassurance that spoke louder than words ever could. Perhaps today, amidst her fear and uncertainty, she could find solace in his presence, a connection with someone who also lived on the fringes of their loud workplace world. It was a simple thought, yet it warmed her heart against the cold, anxious grip of her worries about her job and her wellbeing. In that moment, she hesitated, torn between the need to conceal her true self and the inexplicable urge to step forward, to embrace the fleeting comfort of shared solitude.

He faintly smiled at her sudden presence at the slaughterhouse, a gesture that only added to his development of letting her get close to him. In that moment, Thomas felt something stir within him. He knew the world saw him as an outcast, a man beyond fixing, but something about her seemed to recognise the pain that he carried.

His smile faded as he noticed she wasn't looking as normal as she should be, or at least what he remembered what she looked like. Without a second thought, he began to move towards her, the clank of his tools against his belt a testament to his haste. He wanted to take a closer look at her, this woman who saw something in him that the others did not.

As he drew nearer, he could see her skin being more paler than usual, a clear sign that all was not well. His instincts screamed at him to protect this lass, to keep her safe from whatever had been tormenting her. The urge to pull her close, to let her feel the warmth of a hug, was almost overwhelming. Yet, as much as he wanted to reach out, he hesitated. He couldn't risk revealing his emotions. He'd only known pain and rejection, and he couldn't bear to see that look on her face, too. So, he stood, a silent observer, a storm of emotions raging within. But because of that look she gave him, it gave him enough confidence to move a strand of her hair behind her ear. She did not flinch away from his touch, if anything, she allowed him to touch her. Thomas had noticed in the past that she dosen’t let that happen to anybody unless she touches them first. But the fact that she allowed him to touch her head like this meant that she had some trust in him.

Thomas's heart raced as he dared to touch her, the feeling of her skin beneath his calloused fingers making him want to explore further. Her lack of resistance only served to fuel his growing infatuation. The trust she placed in him was both a gift and a burden, as it exposed the depths of his desire for human connection. Unable to control his curiosity, he leaned in closer, wanting to hear the softness of her voice, the subtle sound of her breath. His fingers brushed against her jawline, sending chills down his spine as their connection deepened. This was a moment he couldn't afford to miss, a fleeting chance to show her that, despite appearances, he could be warm-hearted. He was extremly close to her, he had to lower himself enough so that his blue eyes were staring right back at hers. She chuckled weakly at his actions. "What are you doing, Hewitt?"

His heart raced as he heard the delicate sound of her laughter, the dim light glinting off her eyes. His hands trembled slightly, hesitating before he spoke, unsure of what he should say. He wanted to speak, to share the thoughts that consumed him, but his limited verbal communication skills held him back. Before Thomas could do anything further, she spoke up about his break ending soon and that he should go back in to work.

His face contorted in a mixture of confusion and frustration. The idea of going back to work, of resuming his primal existence, seemed a million miles away from the intimate moment they shared. His heart ached as he reluctantly stood, his large frame blocking out the dim light that cast its feeble glow on her face. He hesitated, his gaze flickering between her and the doorway. A low growl emanated from deep within him, a primal sound that signaled both defiance and confusion. But he eventually turned away, his heavy boots crunching on the gravel as he trudged back to the hallways of the slaughterhouse. But before he could fully leave, it was as if an idea suddenly popped into her head.

"I um- Hewitt!" Thomas paused, his large frame frozen in a half-turned position. His eyes shifted back towards her, the deep brown orbs flickering with curiosity. His body tensed, senses attuned to her next words, the butcher knife at his belt feeling slightly heavy as his hand gripped the handle more firmly. As if the idea itself was a bit ridiculous in her mind, she stuttered out a slowly in question.

"Are you available after work?" His brow furrowed, a mix of confusion and intrigue crossing his visage. He cocked his head slightly to the side, his disfigured features twisting in thought. The idea, so alien and yet oddly inviting, swirled within the recesses of his primitive mind. A low growl escaped his lips, the sound both a response and an affirmation. It was a sound that communicated his understanding of the unspoken question, and perhaps, a faint glimmer of hope that their connection might not have to end. But to make sure she got it, he nodded as well.

"A-Ah okay... would you... would you come back to the lake again if I asked you to?" A low, guttural moan escaped his lips, a sound that seemed to answer her question. Thomas normally goes home immediately to help the farm, his body was bound by duty and tradition after all, but a part of him yearned for the respite the lake provided. If she asked, he would come back, seeking the serenity and the fragile connection that had been formed by accident.

The sun dipped low, casting long shadows over the land as Thomas went about his work. But in his heart, he knew that there was a world beyond the cruelty and bloody work. A world where he could be more than the butcher, more than himself. A world where he could, perhaps, share a fleeting moment of peace and companionship with someone who saw past the mask and monstrosities that plagued his existence.

Author's note: This one has got to be one of the longest parts I have ever written before, doing solo I might add, because I have written longer with other people. But this part just exhausted me, I probably repeated a couple of things without even noticing it, so if that is the case, I'm sorry, I got tired.

[0multifandomweirdo0]

What is it with people shipping clearly and canonically gay characters with opposite gender?

I swear if I'll see one more, I'll actually spontaneously combust-

[bri-the-fando-meister]

A Long Time Coming

Gally X Original character female (OC IS THE POV)

TW: Assault, fight, yelling, first-time sex

Shit, I'm doing smut. Hate me later, read it now

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The backstory:

You and Gally had a relationship that many would call, a love hate relationship. You could barely say you were friends, you had a tolerance for each other, yeah, that's what it was, a tolerance.

Now being the only girl in the glade however, it kind of made you like the fact that Gally wasn't begging for you to do him, it was actually somewhat nice, having someone that hated you.

You, Paisley the rebellious Paisley hated? Never. The fact that the boys were head over heels for you was, definitely something.

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"Hey Paisley, are you actually going to build or what?"

"Oh darling, go buy a bloody brain. You, shank, should already know that I rather climbing all the things that we, I mean you, dearest Gally builds."

"Oh, fuck you Paisley."

"I mean, if you insist" you look at Gally, grinning, but you knew if you went at it much longer you would step the line.

"I'd be in the right mind to call a bloody meeting of my fellow keepers and have you thrown in the slammer. Tread lightly, shuckface."

Now, as you'd learn soon, Gally would keep his word.

"Well, Gally's point still stands. Paisley doesn't chip in, she does no work."

"Newt, c'mon. I am not meant to be a builder, I want to do something where I can get rid of my energy, roam free or something."

Newt pulled Minho to the side, it was definitely something, why the shuck would Newt involve Minho, he was a runner, not a builder or a keeper of anything even closely related, wait, he was a runner, he got rid of energy, and got to roam free. Shit, Newt didn't think, shuck did he?

Minho looked at you, then back at Newt. They continued to talk, after they talked, they nodded in agreement.

"Hey Alby, C'mere for a second."

"Yeah, Newt, Minho, what's up?"

They whispered again, this time, it was Alby who nodded.

"Everybody quiet down, we have come to a conclusion."

Each keeper in the room took to their seats without a word, waiting eagerly to see what you were in for.

"Gally, I would like you to state what has been happening, for everyone to understand the situation."

"Ok, as everyone knows, Paisley, is not a very hard worker, and of all the jobs in the glade, she has failed to do any of them. With me, she is a bit more tame, because she is seriously just climbing around, she has seriously only built one thing. A shucking climbing frame."

A few people laughed at Gally's proclamation, a few look at you in annoyance.

"Okay, okay. Newt and myself have come to an agreement with one of the other keepers. Paisley has stated that she needed to get rid of her energy and roam free. Make you think of a job anyone?"

Frypan was first to speak "Runner?"

"Right on mate, Minho has agreed to this."

Minho nodded, he always liked a challenge, but, the two most sarcastic and snarky people in the glade, being cooped up with each other for 6-8 hours at a time, that, could get interesting.

Gally rolled his eyes, "Come on, give her the title of being a runner and then she can stay in the shucking maze for as long as she wants, you won't be able to get her out of there."

"Now now Gally the superhero, keep on rolling your eyes, who knows, maybe one day you will find the brain I told you to buy. Anyways Gally, you are seriously concerned or something."

"Oh you stupid klunk, I am just saying that you will probably stay in there, hopefully getting trapped. Then we won't have to deal with your shenanigans anymore, don't you get it, you, don't, belong. You aren't normal" he said the last two sentences with spite.

"Gally, Gally, Gally. How hard it must be for you, using all of your vocabulary in one statement. Also, define normal."

"Paisley, how about we go outside." a voice said, it was manipulated, like Gally's but also like Newt's, assuming it was Newt's you just walked outside.

Only after you got a few meters outside of council hall did you turn around. There he was, Gally, looking fuming.

"You better watch your self, you are getting so fucking close to being dead meat. I promise you, you don't want to be a runner."

"Well I don't give a fuck"

Gally, the giant he was, towered over you furious.

"You aren't my keeper anymore, that is Minho's job now, you are now a fucking nobody to me in this glade, you are just, another, person"

Gally, not being able to hold his temper, swung at you, aiming for your gut. Luckily you ducked and elbowed his crotch, causing him to fold like a deck chair. Flinging a fist to his back he collapsed completely to the ground.

Gally flung his arm out and snatched your wrist, pulling you into him.

"I tolerated you, haven't you noticed that I was nicest to you. You don't understand, now you have stepped the line."

Gally pulled himself up, and still held your wrist.

He began to walk toward the slammer, pulling you along with him.

He grabbed your other wrist and put it into his other hand, he had both of your arms in the grip of one hand.

"Gally, stop it."

You wriggled your wrists, attempting to remove them from his grip, only to being given an even tighter grip and to be dragged even harder.

You were almost at the slammer when Gally spoke,

"You know, Paisley, there is a reason I have always picked on you, been really stubborn with you."

"Why is that, Gally, because I am fun to annoy, because I bite back?"

"Ughh, shuck it. It's because I fucking like you, you dumb shank, how hadn't you noticed. It's ruined anyways, no doubt about that."

Gally yanked the door to the slammer open.

It wasn't your first time being in the slammer, you had seen in when you were on the tour.

It smelled musty and sweaty. The walls were cracked and scratched at, they had a bit of graffiti on them too, typical boys. The ground, it was just dirt. Sitting in the middle of the slammer, covered in dirt, was the chair, the one that Nick, poor, poor Nick told you had 1 leg shorter to cause discomfort.

"Gally, what are we doing here. I don't under-" Your words were stopped by Gally pushing you in, this wasn't a gentle push, it was enough to send you into the opposite wall, even though the slammer wasn't that big.

The door slammed behind you, making you shudder.

"Gally, what the fuck has gotten into you."

"Paisley, I need you to listen to me, and don't interrupt me until I am done"

"Well it's not like I have a choice, is it?"

"Nope"

"Well go on then, I don't have all night"

"I have always told myself that, you were the only girl, that must have hardships, she probably has had enough with boys and their desires, so I should treat her how I treat my men, never make any exceptions, and crack down just as hard for anything she does. And for the most part, that is what happened. But Paisley, I like you, I like how you are sarcastic, I love that you can stand up for yourself. And I am sorry for trying to punch you earlier, I needed to get you here, so you would have to listen."

"Gally, slow down, let me out."

He complied, prepared for you to be angry.

The door creaked open and he got punched in the face with the smell of sweat and mildew.

You walked out, confidence filling your body, you had the upper hand, the ball was in your court.

"Gally, I can't believe you. I fucking can't believe it."

He was confused, he expected you to hit him already.

I mean, you did hit him, but, like, with a hug.

You slammed your body into his, pushing him backwards into the door, grasping your arms around him, savoring the warmth of his body, turning your head into his chest, you listened to his heart, it beat quite fast.

Gally smelled like clean, like fresh, he had the smell of soap, but a hint of lemongrass and dill.

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Gally POV:

I thought she would have hit me, I made an outrageous statement, that I was in love with her, yet she took it so easily.

She just leapt at me, as a flash of black and blue. It all went so fast, I tried to stand firm, knowing that we were probably about to get in a fistfight.

I stood frozen for what felt like forever, and then she was on me, small little Paisley, the little fighter, but she wasn't fighting, she was embracing.

I don't know what got into me, I was paralyzed. She gripped her arms around my midriff and clawed at my back, pushing herself into me, refusing to let go.

My heart was pounding, I still don't know what got into me, the effect she was having was unrecognizable to any other emotion that I had.

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He wasn't present in that moment, he was like a statue. That was until, you felt him begin to melt, his muscles relaxing and his bending over, leaning into you.

His arms drifted slowly around you, like they were light as a feather, he took care not to put too much pressure on your body.

You released your arms from his back, moving them up to his face, pulling his face in toward yours, closing the gap between you even more.

Your lips pressed together, slowly moving, creating a gentle suction, Gally grazed your lips with his teeth, making your lips tingle.

Gally moved his up and down your hips, pushing on them, all the while pulling you in.

Before you knew it, his hands slipped under your shirt and tried pulling it off, man, this boy has got some nerve, but you allowed him, momentarily stopping kissing.

Then he pulled off his shirt, showing his smooth, layered, rippling muscles, and his tanned skin, warm and inviting.

He pulled you behind the slammer, so nobody could see the two of you, making love after you just got into a fight.

Gently tracing up your arm, over your collar bone, up your neck and chin, he spoke soft words,

"Are you sure you are fine with this Pai?"

"Yes, yes, show me how much you have always wanted me." you spoke breathy, flustered and alarmed. He wanted you, shit, that is cool.

As soon as you had finished speaking, he grabbed both your hands in one of his, in a simple sweep, then he had them up and slammed them against the wall of the slammer.

He pushed his head into your neck and sucked, leaving marks, leaving hickeys.

Your breathing and your heartrate sped up and you couldn't stop yourself from making a small noise, a moan.

Gally let go of your hands and worked at removing your jeans, undoing the button, and undoing the zipper, before he finally pulled them off.

"Seriously Pai? Pink underwear, for the way you act, I would have thought it would be black hole colored."

You winced, embarrassed, but Gally took this as a chance to dominate you even more, he yanked your underwear down, dropping himself with it.

Peppering your abdomen with kisses was annoying, why can't he just get to the good stuff.

Then he began to finger you, effortlessly finding the right bundles of nerves on your skin, leaving you a trembling mess, shuddering and shaking.

You wrapped your fingers through his hair tugging at it. "Gally, we really shouldn't be doing this. It's too much."

"Pai, calm down, you don't need to get so concerned."

"Gally. Gally listen to me."

He stopped everything, and stepped back and looked down on you.

"What Pai, what is wrong, the fact that for once I am actually being nice for once?"

"No Gally, it just feels wrong doing, this. Especially when less than an hour ago we just fought each other. Maybe we can try this another day, please Gally, just let's take a break for a bit."

"Ok Pai, sorry I made you feel like that. But Pai, just remember I love you."

Gally stepped towards you.

"If you want to stop Paisley, I am fine with that, I only want to do what you are comfortable"

He cupped his hands around your cheeks and used his thumbs to massage up and down your cheek bones. He slid his hands around your head and dropped them behind your shoulders, pulling you into a gentle hug.

"I love you Pai, I love you Pai, you are so beautiful." he whispered into your ear.

"We can try again whenever you want. If that's okay with you."

"I love you Gally, thank you."

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Ok, it is finally done, this took way too long. Hope you enjoyed!

[eriskisses]

✧.*THE LOBBY {masterlist}

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ welcome to the lobby ! ~ blue - room booked! ~ (nothing yet) purple - check-in! ~ (unfinished) pink - checked-in! ~ (complete) °˖✧˚ʚ♡ɞ˚✧˖°°˖✧˚ʚ♡ɞ˚✧˖°°˖✧˚ʚ♡ɞ˚✧˖°°˖✧˚ʚ♡ɞ˚✧˖° 🤍-fluff 🩷-smut 💞-angst 🌸-other ~~♡ɞ˚ JJ MAYBANK 𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 your room has been booked!.. we can't wait for you to stay with us! RAFE CAMERON 𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 your room has been booked!.. we can't wait for you to stay with us! THOMAS - TMR 𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 your room has been booked!.. we can't wait for you to stay with us! NEWT - TMR 𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 your room has been booked!.. we can't wait for you to stay with us! MINHO - TMR 𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 your room has been booked!.. we can't wait for you to stay with us! RODRICK HEFFLEY 𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 your room has been booked!.. we can't wait for you to stay with us! HARRY POTTER ���� ࣪₊♡𓂃 your room has been booked!.. we can't wait for you to stay with us! RON WEASLEY 𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 your room has been booked!.. we can't wait for you to stay with us! DRACO MALFOY 𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 your room has been booked!.. we can't wait for you to stay with us! ･ﾟ·:｡･ﾟﾟ･ ✩ ･ﾟ ･ﾟ·:｡･ﾟﾟ･･ﾟ·:｡･ﾟﾟ･ ✩ ･ﾟ ･ﾟ·:｡･ﾟﾟ･･ﾟ·:｡･ﾟﾟ･ ✩ ･ﾟ ･ﾟ･ﾟ

[strawberry23487]

worth it

alby x newt x female reader

wc | 156 warnings | drugged!reader, r3pe/non-c0n elements read | both on ao3 and under the read more

You‘re dizzy when you wake up—“Shhh, you're okay,” a deep voice soothes.

“You sure about this, Alby?” another voice asks, but you barely register the words. Something warm and soft is pressed against your lips—without thinking, you open your mouth and take it in.

“Shit, see, she gives head like she was born for it,” the deep voice from before says, only now it sounds roughed up and hoarse. You don’t know what it means, so you just suck harder. The pressure in your mouth is reassuring.

You don’t mind when hands slide under your shirt and grab your tits. The hands are warm and big, and a low moan escapes you—though muffled because your mouth is full.

There’s pressure from behind you, and someone wraps their legs around you from behind. Hips jerk against your ass, and you can feel something hard poking your back.

“Told you she‘d be worth it, Newt.”

[7s3ven]

NEW MINHO FIC ON WATTPAD.

A lot of y’all seemed to like my Minho oneshot thing here. And I’m currently writing another fic on Wattpad. I promise you it’ll be worth your while, lol. I’m proud of the plot I’ve come up with.

I have like, 30 chapters written now and only 7 posted… lol.

https://www.wattpad.com/story/332714729?utm_source=ios&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details&wp_uname=riddlesbleachdrinker&wp_originator=fVPkdQF8BaNmmYBcH2i%2B178V6Q7tHZSYC8Rw%2B%2FbLrE3nThp2dZ144Tum4IuENbf7sodcjJpRsMwOyy73RIupzztrVq5yp5kRDaVb8nDFyR%2BuzIHH27nF4HJXNCYRf0vJ

[islayhawkin]

Character list

(or all the characters I ever had a crush on)

I'm taking one shot requests for all of these characters and HC requests for all the fandoms:

HP universe

Ominis gaunt Remus lupin Barty crouch jr. Newt scamander Charlie weasley

RDR2

Arthur morgan Kieran duffy

Marvel

Comic! Clint barton "hawkeye" Jack thompson Matt murdock "daredevil" Miles morales "spiderman"

The witcher 3

Cirilla riannon

Sherlock

sherlock holmes

COD

Captain John price Simon "Ghost" riley

Haikyu!!

Sawamura daichi

Peaky blinders

Finn shelby Michael grey

Stranger things

Steve harrington

Percy jackson/Riordianverse

Grover underwood Nyssa barrera Charles beckendorf Connor stoll Gemini Twain

The maze runner

Newt

Grishaverse

Nikolai lantsov Tolya yul-bataar

HTTYD

Hiccup haddock

Heartbreak high

Douglas "cash" piggot

The artful dodger

Jack dawkins

Rings of Power

Elrond peredhel

Ryan gosling

Colt seavers | the fall guy Sierra six | the gray man jacob palmer | crazy, stupid, love.

The night agent

Peter Sutherland

Lockwood & Co

Anthony Lockwood

[enderfenderdragon]

god i love this. its so good

Hi can I pls request a Newt Scamander fic with

“Are you wearing my perfume/cologne”

Thank you!!!❤️

Warnings: NONE

When you came into the room all you saw was a lump under the covers. You smiled as you watched Newt lay under the warm blankets, you were happy to be back from your trip with friends.

When you got close to him, sitting at the edge of the bed and leaning over to see his cute little face you noticed something. He shifted towards you and cracked his eyes open looking up at you smiling sleepily.

“Are you wearing my perfume darling?” You asked as you brushed the hair from his face. He was half asleep at this point and you noticed he was curled up in one of the larger sweaters that you owned and was holding your pillow.

“Is this what you do when I’m not home for multiple days lovey?” You say and you cen tell that he’s more conscious now by the way he’s looking at you.

“I like wearing your sweaters and smelling your perfume when you’re out for long, it makes me feel safe” he murmured into your pillow and you couldn’t help but smile as you watched him.

When you got ready for bed and into the arms of your lover you couldn’t help but notice the tension that was in him melt away in your embrace. The last thought you had before falling asleep was how lucky you were to have Newt in your life.

[xoxostiles]

THOMAS ~ TMR <3 🎀

D A T I N G - T H O M A S - I N C L U D E S

Nothings gonna hurt you baby [C.A.S]

🌷 High-school au 🌷

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PDA like constantly holding your hand all the time, def one of those annoying couples making out in the hallway

You end up Third wheeling whenever you guys hangout with Newt

Being jealous of Teressa then ending up as besties

Angry Sex when you guys fight but after he’d treat you like a princess

Constant sleepovers

Skinny dipping in your/his pool

He gives you the best princess treatment

After care 10/10

cuddling>>>>>

going to the beach a lot

he’d def be in track or some type of running sport so you always go to his meets/whatever and support him

Rough sex when he’s angry

Getting matching pants like hello kitty or bat man

him adoring you CONSTANLYYYY

Secret make-out sessions in an empty classroom

Calling him tommy <3

Matching hickeys

Him being close with your little siblings

Him instantly falling in love every time he sees you

long hugs <3

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I love Sti sm but Thomas has my hearttttt! I wanna do more one shots about him, also maybe some about newt lmk!!!

[cherie-luvv]

Okay I have no problem with people doing “Character x y/n”. The problem is, I saw a bunch of this with Newt as the character, and y/n is always a girl… well that’s kinda weird..