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vvagustd · 1 year

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☼my cure - newt

[newt x reader]

synopsis - newt survives because my heart needed to be healed

warning! swearing, mention of newts accident, blood and knife use

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"You."

I could feel heavy blood running through my veins. This didn't feel like me, I felt… different. Loud thoughts clouded me like thick fog. I could feel my mind slipping away.

"Newt..?" Y/n's voice made me shiver. I had no control anymore, it took everything in me to not lunge at her. I never wanted to hurt her, I never did, but this wasn't me. I was something else, something uncontrollable.

"You're the cure. It's in your blood."

"Newt, what are you-?" I lost it.

I tackled her and her head slammed into the ground. Stop it! Stop hurting her! I knew what I was doing but I couldn't stop it. The virus took control and it knew she had the cure. It was like I was watching a horrible movie through my eyes, one where I hurt the love of my life.

She was the one good thing the creators ever sent up. I saw my fair share of slinthead greenies, but Y/n was something different. I was scared, and alone, until she came up. She was always there with me, even when I was stupid enough to try and take my own life by jumping off the Maze walls.

"newt," she tried to huff through my hands gripping her throat. That's when I realized there was a knife in my hand. I already knew what the virus was planning to do.

I fought with everything I could but I wasn't strong enough. I needed to take control, I needed to take control and get through to Y/n. It felt like I was ripping through my own mind as I pushed, and I pushed. I knew I was there, I could feel-

- "Well hello, greenie." I greeted a very timid girl, huddled in the corner of the Box. "What the fuck is a greenie?" She shot back. That received a lot of laughs and snickers from the other guys. We only had a handful of people in the glade so far, a greenie monthly and we only had about seven, now eight. "Where am I?"

"Welcome to the glade, greenie! I'm Newt, and up there is the first in command, Nick. And second in command, Alby." The two boys waved from the top as she stood on a box and looked out. "What the hell are those walls?" She asked, lifting herself out. "Why am I here? Why can't I remember anything?"

"Slow down, greenie. I know you have a lot of questions, but we only have limited answers. Your name should come back to you in a little wh-"

"Y/n."

"y/n," I whimpered out.

"It's me, Newt." She whispered, tears filling her eyes. "I'm right here." She cupped her face around my cheeks. I knew I didn't have enough time, I needed to get my point out now.

"Kill me."

"What..?"

I shoved the knife into her hands. "Kill me now!" I yelled. She flinched, the knife clutched in her shaky hands. "If you've ever loved me you'll kill me now, Y/n. You'll kill me before I turn into one of them." Tears ran down her cheeks as she sobbed. "Of course I fucking love you, Newt! I have since the glade. You're my everything.“ My tears mixed with the rain as I coughed up a heavy amount of blood. I was losing it, she needed to do it now.

"I love you so much, Y/n. That's why I need you to kill me, now. PLEASE FUCKING KILL ME."

Something snapped. The virus took over and I lost control as I jumped on her and tried to take the knife. Stumbling back on to the floor, we wrestled with the knife. The virus was trying to kill her for her blood, but I needed her to be alive. She had so much life left to live.

She screamed out in pain, the knife had gashed her in her stomach. It took everything she had to flip herself over on top, still crying out in agony. Her wound bled out everywhere as I fought for control of the knife, I kicked and screamed, grabbing the knife and her hands trying to desperately flip it around on her.

…

Suddenly the world came to a standstill. She did it, she plunged the knife into my chest. I fell back onto the ground behind me as Thomas and Minho came running over, grabbing her as she desperately kicked and punched. The last thing I heard was her screaming my name.

"I love you."

"Hey, can we talk?" I walked over to Y/n, my long time best friend. It took me a lot of courage to walk over to her, I didn't know how she was going to take this considering she's probably the most sporadic, unpredictable person I know.

But she's brave when I'm scared, she's hot-headed when I'm calm and maybe that's what I love about her. She's everything that keeps me even and she means everything to me. Today's the day I decided I'll tell her how I feel.

"Of course! Have a seat." She said, patting the ground next to her. I sat down and plopped back on the thick tree stump with a heavy exhale. "You alrighty, Newtie?“ You asked with a laugh. God, he thought you were beautiful. Everything from your laugh tho your hair, to how you yelled at the boys to keep then in line. It was like you kept the whole glade together.

"I wanted to tell you something, something I've had on my mind for a while." She turned and looked at me questioningly. "I've felt something more towards you, like there was something else I felt towards you other than friendship. I value you more than anyone in this glade but I also deeply admire you. Your beauty, how you're so eager to help out, how you always compliment Fry's mediocre cooking without fail." She let out a laugh as her cheeks flushed. "Are you trying to say you like me?"

I stumbled trying to find the right words when I suppose a yes would have done fine. She leaned in and brushed her hand across my cheek before her lips met mine. I completely froze, and she pulled away when she realized I wasn't kissing back.

"I'm so sorry, I thou-"

I wrapped my hands around the back of her neck and pulled her in for another kiss, this time deeper, more meaningful.

"Wake up!" A tall, big man in full armor shouted at me over the loud horn of a..

boat?

"Where the bloody hell am I?" I said, trying to sit up and immediately doubling over from the pain in my chest. "What the-?"

"Man, your lucky we got there when we did, you were bleeding out like crazy, can't believe that knife missed your heart." Oh no. Oh no no no no. I can't be here, I need to leave before-

I lifted up my shirtsleeve to find nothing on my arm, no virus in my veins. How is this even possible?

The events of that day flooded back to me, that one line repeating over and over again.

"You're the cure. It's in your blood."

During the fight her blood entered my bloodstream, the blood that would cure me. It's because of her, the girl I begged to kill me that night was the reason I'm still standing.

"Welcome to Paradise." I looked over from the edge of the boat to see a beautiful island. Sure it wasn't much, but there was people everywhere, some laughing and dancing, some getting food, and some making a bonfire. I prayed that Y/n had made it here, if anything she deserved to be here and not me.

"Do you know if a Y/n got here?" He thought about it for a moment. "Nah man, sorry. I don't know much about the people here. But what I do know, is that you're very lucky to be here. We found you half cranked out in the middle of the city, so if it wasn't for my crew I would have left your sorry ass."

The boat docked and the first thing on my mind was to find Y/n. If there was one thing I knew, it was that I desperately needed a shower. My tour guide took me to a disinfectant room, he gave me a change and I showered, probably the best treatment I've had in a very long time.

The sun never really showed since I got here, the island in a constant gray haze. I got led around to get a feel for the island, but everything felt unfamiliar, from the island down to the people. I passed dozens of faces, each either looked at me like there was sometimes wrong with me, or glanced and moved on. I prayed to see a familiar face. I prayed to see her face.

"Newt?"

I whipped my head around.

"Y/n?" My heart dropped. The memories from that night flooded in. Her tear covered face flashed my memory as she plunged that knife into my chest. How could she ever forgive me for what I did to her that night? I took a step forward and she staggered back.

"Is it really you?" Her voice was small, tears started filling her eyes. I nodded, tears filling my own as she ran into my arms. "I can't believe it's you!" She sobbed into my chest, being careful to avoid my injury. She pulled away and looked into my eyes. "How is this even possible?" She sniffled.

"You, love. You were my cure."

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hope you enjoyed my first newt fic! little angsty but it all works out

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freedomfireflies · 2 years

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Blurbs Masterlist!

Thought I'd add the blurbs to the main masterlist! And if you'd like to check them out (or need something to do while you pass the time in the bathroom), I've added them to this post, so they're all yours! You'll find some for Harry Styles, Dylan O'Brien, and Chris Evans!

Thank you again to everyone requesting, this is so much fun!

Main Masterlist (With full series)

~ Me? Jealous?

Best friend Harry

~ Rough and Loving It*

You tell Harry to get his anger out with you

~ How Do You Like Me Now?

Harry tells you he loves you more

~ Who Knew Olive Gardens Were Sexy?*

Makeup sex

~ Middle-Class Seats, First-Class Fun*

Meeting famous Harry on a flight

~ Soul Surfer

Scary Harry gets a scare

~ Speak Now

Best friends to lovers

~ Wet Dreams*

Harry catches you fucking yourself

~ Dangerous Games

Famous Harry is a PR nightmare

~ Harry in Subspace*

~ Showing Harry Around Hungary

~ I Don't Need You (But I Want You)*

Harry is your ex...but what's one last time?

~ Jealousy All Through the Weeknd

You and Harry run into your ex, Abel

~ Agent Dumbass

You get shot, Harry gets pissed

~ Stitch Me Up

Harry gets shot, You get pissed

~ Apple Orchards / Bon Iver Songs*

You and Harry get frisky in public

~ Sunny with a Chance of Stalking | Pt. 2

You find yourself behind bars with the very man accused of stalking you

~ I Think I'm Losing It

Pregnancy announcement on tour

~ Mirror, Mirror

Feeling a bit insecure

~ Maybe Harry's Not So Bad

You think Harry as having an affair

~ Ring, Ring! Hello? It's Horny*

You're feeling needy and call Harry while he's in a meeting

~ Lights, Camera...Angela?

Harry's director hits on him

~ And The Winner Is...*

Harry Wins a Grammy

~ Paging Dr. McHarry

You're a nurse and Harry needs help (Grey's Anatomy Crossover)

~ Harry in Your Highlight Reel | Pt. 2

Instagram concept

~ Keep Me*

Harry in subspace

~ Cruel and Unusual Punishment*

Harry keeps you strapped to a toy during his show

~ Better Not Pout*

The one where Harry isn’t leaving until he gets what he really came for.

~ Destiny

You see Harry for the last time

~ A Mother's Touch*

You and Harry celebrate Mother's Day

~ Always*

Harry Styles x Spencer Reid crossover

~ It Had to Be You*

Your ex-stepdad has something to tell you

~ The Walls Have Ears

Your best friend's brother, Harry, overhears something he shouldn't

~ No Tears Left To Cry

You and Harry get into an argument and he makes you cry

~ The Prism*

You, Harry, and Dylan go to a sex club

~ The First Time*

Your first time with Harry

~ Baby's First Baby

Harry tries to accept life and death

~ The Boy with Angel Wings

You and Harry roam the streets of Japan

~ Code Red

Harry is prepared to help with your period

~ Forevermore

Final show concept

Blurbs about Dylan and his different characters! (Gosh he's so pretty)

Dylan:

~ Getting Caught is Much More Fun*

Dylan wants a word...alone

~ Apple Orchards / Bon Iver Songs*

You and Dylan get frisky in public

~ Pillowtalk

You're secretly hooking up with the nerd...turns out, he's not so bad

~ Bathroom Briefing*

Secret meetings in the bathroom can be quite a bit of fun

~ The Prism*

You, Dylan, and Harry go to a sex club

Thomas:

~ Thomas the Angry Train

Thomas doesn't like your idea for the mission

~ Thomas the Angry Train pt. 2

You disobeyed his one order...and now you have to face his wrath

Mitch:

~ Alone Time Is Better With You*

You catch Mitch touching himself

~ One of Those Days*

You're having a bad day, but Mitch is there to make it better

Stiles:

~ Injured and Angsty*

Stiles hurt his wrist, but you're there to take care of him

~ Chaos, Strife, Pain...and You*

Turns out, Void feeds on more than chaos

~ Scott's a Peeping Tom

Scott catches you and Stiles making out

~ Now Let Me Hear You Cheer

Stiles can't get enough of your new cheer uniform

~ Tell Me a Secret

Stiles is rather secretive about his time at Eichen House

Richie:

~ Secrets, Sex, and Scandals pt. 1* | Pt. 2

You and Riche are sneaking around

~ Staying Out of Trouble*

Richie just can't help himself when it comes to you

Blurbs about Chris and his characters! Because everybody loves Chris!

Chris:

~ I Need You

You and Chris get into a fight, but neither of you can sleep until you've made it right

~ Have My Baby

Chris wants a future with you

~ Harry Styles Has Got Nothing On You

Chris is a little insecure about your past relationship

~ Make Me Your Future

Turns out, Chris needs a reminder on why you're his favorite

Full Masterlist

Credit for the amazing dividers to @firefly-graphics

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lostmyremembrall · 1 year

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could you do something where its Tom confessing to the reader but hes really nervous

i know that might be a little ooc but i love when big bad characters act soft

𝒯𝒽ℯ 𝒞𝓇ℴ𝓈𝓈ℯ𝒹 𝒪𝓊𝓉 ℒℴ𝓋ℯ ℒℯ𝓉𝓉ℯ𝓇

𝑇𝑜𝑚 𝑅𝑖𝑑𝑑𝑙𝑒 𝑥 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝐺𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: 𝑅𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒, 𝐹𝑙𝑢𝑓𝑓

𝐺𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑙𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑛!𝑇𝑜𝑚 𝑅𝑖𝑑𝑑𝑙𝑒, 𝐴𝑤𝑘𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑑!𝑇𝑜𝑚 𝑅𝑖𝑑𝑑𝑙𝑒

Recommended music: Riopy's Embrasse-moi from the Danish Girl

You opened the door, skimming your eyes through the list of ingredients Abraxas had given you. As you were greeted by the pungent odour of the pickled ingredients, there was a sudden screech of the chair as a student stood up from his desk.

It caught you by surprise. But, as you calmed down, you were greeted by the Head Boy who had spun around. He seemed breathless, almost, as he continued to stare at you. You wondered if you’d walked in on something you weren’t supposed to see – the Head Boy deep in his private thought, or heaven forbid, brewing a potion without permission.

“Y/L/N,” he murmured, a curt dip of his head in acknowledgement.

“Riddle,” you responded, deciding it was best to return the courtesy.

You stood nervously, biting your lips.

He always gave off an unapproachable aura, with his tall figure, his billowing school robe trailing behind him, and his stern eyes. You never realised he could be even more intimidating up close.

Tom Riddle towered over you, his furrowed eyes never leaving you. In the dim lighting of the potion’s classroom, a ghostly shadow cast over his eyes, rendering his usually unreadable expressions nearly impossible to decipher.

A moment of silence ensued. It was suffocating, this tension. Your eyes wandered away, hoping someone would walk in. It was then that you noticed that the potion classroom was brighter than usual. Yes, candles lit here and there, floating in midair or on the desks. Together, they created a warm, soft lighting that brightened up the usually-bleak dungeon.

Your eyes drifted, noticing the reds scattered across the room somewhat haphazardly like an afterthought. You crouched down to pick it up, furrowing at the texture that was silky and soft between your fingers. It took a long time, specifically the whiff of its pleasant scent that drifted your way, for you to notice that they were rose petals.

“I was brewing some veritaserum,” he cleared his throat all of a sudden. “With Slughorn’s permission, of course,” he added, as if reading your mind.

You nodded while standing up, unsure how to respond at this random fact thrown your way. “Well, I’m here to gather some things for Abraxas, so,” you mumbled, walking past him into the storage cupboard.

“Would you like some help?” he called after you, much too quickly than usual. While he usually took the time to enunciate, Riddle at the moment sounded like he was tumbling over his words to speak.

You couldn’t help but turn to look back at him. Riddle paused in his footstep towards you, swallowing hard under your scrutiny.

“I’m alright, thanks,” you replied. His shoulders fell, seemingly losing the vigour in a matter of seconds.

You turned on your heels and began heading to the storage once again.

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“Y/N,” a hand caught yours in the air.

You stopped in your tracks. You turned on your heels to face the Head Boy once again, stunted by the fact that he called you by your first name. Your name rolled off so easily and pleasantly off of his tongue, yet it concealed a hint of breathless urgency behind it.

Everything seemed to slow down, even the dust that drifted in the candlelit air held a quiet, magical shimmer to it.

His hand was large against yours. Warm. It was the most gentle touch that you would have never expected from such a tall man. His fingertips lingered against yours as they disentangled from yours, almost as if he was afraid of hurting it.

Your eyes flickered to his hand, his knuckles turning white in a fist before unfolding. You thought you saw his hands shake slightly.

Your eyes followed the arm up to the man. But, now that he had your ears, the words seemed completely lost to him. He blinked twice, his eyes flickering in between yours.

“I–,” he stammered.

In a matter of seconds, his continuing incoherent mumble evaded your ears as you came to realise the astonishing fact: that Tom Riddle jr., the Head Boy, the man that towered in front of you, was afraid. Just as, or perhaps, even more so afraid than you.

“I–, well,” at this point, the man had grown completely frigid save for his lips. “You look–” his voice faded away as his eyes grew lost in yours.

You waited to hear the next word as you began to understand what this was about. He was rendered speechless, however, and all he could do was stand still, his pleading eyes flickering back and forth between your shimmering eyes. Begging you to just read his mind.

You hesitated, biting your lips and deliberating whether this was an absurdily bad idea. But, as he stood in the potions classroom, his lips parting and closing helplessly like a fish gasping for air, you saw your reflection in the depth of his grey eyes. Smaller than him, yes. But, your reflection in his eyes looked far less afraid than the man that stood in front of you.

Hoping you were reading the air correctly, you reached out your right hand. It was as if it knew its way, reaching and searching for the warmth that was lost to it in this damp, cold dungeon. Your hand wrapped around his, and gave a slight squeeze.

All of this, Tom Riddle watched in shock. His eyes found you, smiling softly up at him in encouragement. His parted lips closed and pursed.

His eyes flickered to your left hand, still clutching the list of ingredients – some scratched off, some re-written. Finding the courage, he reached his open hand into his pants pocket, and under your curious gaze, produced a paper, crimpled and bent. As he slowly opened the paper, in the dim lighting, you made out rows of words, all scratched off and re-written.

It seemed that Riddle had now opted for letting you read the paper, instead of trying to finish his sentence. When he passed the paper, his hand was no longer shaking.

Your eyes widened, reading a very long list of unfinished sentences, encapsulating everything he wanted and did not want to say all at once.

Dear You’re beautiful You take my breath away. Your voice is like the ocean

When you raised your eyes, you found Riddle intently studying your reaction, hoping to catch a glimpse into the thoughts and emotions that went through your mind.

“Will you–,” he faltered, inhaling sharply. You waited patiently for his next word, not even realising that you no longer found his voice apathetic or menacing.

His eyes shimmered, myriads of emotions swirling in his eyes.

“Would you like to go to Hogsmeade with me this Saturday?”

You couldn’t help but beam at the endearing sight of the Head Boy as he pulled the corners of his lips into an attempt at an inviting smile.

You took a step forward and murmured, “Yes.”

His eyes shot up, perhaps not expecting the answer. He blinked rapidly, dumbfounded, as he stared down at your smile.

Yet slowly, as he began to process your response, his lips ruptured into the most genuine, perhaps the most beautiful smile you’d ever seen. In the candle lighting, you were able to make out his cheeks that turned a shade of pink. It all seemed ridiculous now, the nervousness you felt around him.

“That’s–,” he inhaled sharply, blinking rapidly as if still in disbelief. “Brilliant,” he breathed out. The flickers of orange candlelights twinkled in his soft walnut brown eyes.

“Shall we say, 11am, then?” he peered into your eyes for confirmation that he was not dreaming. “I’ll meet you at the clocktower?”

You bit your lips, trying to stifle a giggle. Rendered speechless, you couldn’t do anything but nod at the perfect weekend plan that was quickly beginning to take form. You weren’t even paying attention to the cauldron of veritaserum that was beginning to bubble and spill over.

His eyes darted between yours with sheer glee and hope at the possibilities of what their future will hold.

The places they’ll go. The things they’ll do.

As you still held his hand, you silently watched the beginning of love blossom in the small corner of a potion classroom.

Bonus:

The cleanup was messy and arduous. But, you weren’t bored for a single moment, what with his constant humming of a tune, occasionally interrupted by his exhilarated eyes that turned to you to chat with you about the most mundane things: the fine weather they were having, your favourite colour, and your voice that sounded like the most pleasant ocean breeze.

A/N: Thank you for the request! Sorry it took a while; I had to chuck a whole story since that was more comedy, but I got a sense that you wanted a swooning romance. But who's to say that won't be published in the future.

Fun fact: Unbeknownst to the reader, Abraxas was in cahoots with Tom. He didn't need any of those ingredients. And Tom didn't need to brew veritaserum. I just picture Abraxas and Tom crouched over the floor, scattering it with rose petals. "They could be here any second, hurry." "No, not like that, Tom! Spread them out!" "The amount of time and energy I invested into this - you better not chicken out this time, Tom."

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moumouton4 · 1 year

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could u write a blurb ab Thomas (TMR) x reader? something along the lines of them falling in love at first sight at the bonfire? - emmy

tyty, i <3 ur writing

Like Struck By A Lightning || Thomas x reader

A/n : I'm so happy of this request 🥞 Also my requests are open as always so let me know if you have any ideas 💎

Masterlist ⚜

Warning : None just fluff 😌🌺

Summary : You're falling love at first sight with our favorite brunette

I don’t give permission to repost my work, if you want to share it just reblogue it

Word count : 802

A month has passed since he arrived in the glade. And like every month, a new greenie was going to arrive. But he didn't know that, because he was on patrol with Minho and the others, because in spite of his arrival, which could not be described as flamboyant, he knew how to make a place for himself in the exploration group. To everyone's surprise he was an excellent runner

Anyway, back to you. You are cowering in the corner of the metal cage that brought you up there. As it finally opens, letting the sunlight dazzle you. A blond headed boy jumps into the cage and extends a friendly hand to you. You can take it and get out of the shadows

You didn't miss the shock in his eyes as he introduced himself to you "Hello I'm Newt- you're a girl ?!?" you shyly took his hand and walked out of the cage with him to the cheers of the boys which turned into exclamations of surprise. Some were better at hiding their surprise than others "A GIRL ! IN THE GLADE !" "Gally your alcohol is way too strong I think I'm seeing things..."

After the surprise, everyone introduced themselves - which took a long time, but it was so uncommon they had too - and finally they went back to their duties

You spent the day with Newt who turned out to be a good guide and an even better friend for you who had just arrived. He explained to you that a welcome party would be held near the bonfire and that you would meet the people who were not there when you arrived because they were in the labyrinth

The night came soon enough, the fire was lit, logs were put around to serve as seats, Frypan was busy making the best food - with the means at hand and of course Gally brought his famous mead

You were getting to know some of the other boys when someone grabbed you by the shoulders to turn you around and you recognized Newt's voice "I finally found her... let me introduce you..." he stopped and looked at you waiting for your help... in fact he didn't know your first name and neither did you...

When you looked up at the person you were being introduced to - because yes he was tall - you met two brown orbs staring at you. And suddenly it was as if you had been struck by lightning, in your head the rotors had stopped as if they had found the right combination... "Y/n. My name is Y/n" you said with your E/C eyes still in his, as a soft warmth spread over your cheeks

The same phenomenon occurred on the cheeks of the boy in front of you as he froze in place for a while, before reaching out to you and introducing himself "Well Y/n nice to meet you I'm Thomas" you grabbed his hand and squeezed it lightly before saying your name again

His hand sent an electric shock to yours which made you look into each other's eyes again and Thomas swears he didn't notice that spark in your eyes a few seconds ago. He found something bewitching about it and that it was drawing him to you

All the sounds around you died away to the background and for a moment you both felt as if time had stopped... well until Newt cleared his throat and brought you both back to reality

You almost struggled to let go of each other's hands, as if the golden thread of soulmates had just tied your two beings together. The warmth of his hand remaining in yours for a moment more brought you a sense of comfort. You grabbed your hand with the other as if to keep the warmth

Newt waved goodbye before dragging Thomas with him to drink some mead. You couldn't stop your gaze from following the silhouette of the boy you had just met "Thomas" you murmured to yourself

You turned around and went to sit down again with your other friends, this meeting having marked your memory with red iron, your heart tightened and you couldn't help saying goodbye to them few minutes later. Wanting to join Newt hoping to spend more time with Thomas. You couldn't help but feel that there was something more to explore with him

And little did you know that he was thinking the exact same, his head cocked on the side trying to pick you out of the crowd of boys while taking slow sips of mead. A smile forming on his lips as he saw you coming towards him and the others. Yes he was sure being friends with you was going to be harder than he expected

A/n : I hope you guys liked it ! 🍂🌈 Again my requests are open 💫💙

Taglist : @malfoyscamander, @cl0vr, @ilovemanypeople, @glossy1pearl, @jane57sstuff

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crazysheeplyca · 2 years

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hii!!! could i have a minho and reader fic with the classic enemies to lovers trope?? shes co keepers of the runners and theyre always competing with each other, and everyone else ships them and always try to get them together? and maybe they have to share a bed at one point and they wake up cuddling and everyone teases them?? happy ending please!! Thanks💕

Hi of course, I love your idea and it was really fun to write !!! I hope you’ll like it, enjoy ❣️!

Slinthead

Minho x femal!Reader

/!\ English is not my first language

Warning : None

Summary : Reader and Minho spend their time fighting and competing while everyone in glade ships them. But one day one of their friends decided that give them a bit of help, to make each other realise their true feelings.

A/N : I am so bad at summary, anyway I hope you guys will enjoy it. Let me know what you think.

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“I bet she isn’t even awake at this time” Said Minho with a little grin, checking his watch while waiting in front of the gates of the labyrinth.

He looked at the other runners and counted them in his head to make sure everyone was there and on time.

“You know before saying anything that would make a fool of yourself you should think, or at least verify that what you are saying is right.”

A honeyed voice raised behind the young man. Minho rolled his eyes and scoffed, then turned around and looked at the girl who spoke. She gave him a little wave with a playful smile, Minho looked at her up and down.

“You’re late, shorty” Minho stated, crossing his arms.

“You are the one who’s late slinthead. You perfectly know that I am always the first one to arrive. Is it because you can’t beat me in a race that you look so frustrated ? It’s not a big deal you know, after all I am the keeper of the runner” Said the girl with the same honeyed voice.

“Yeah right, first of all you are the Co-keeper of the runners, secondly I am faster than you Y/n, don’t take your hope for reality” Minho scoffed in disbelief.

“If it helps you to sleep at night, i’ll pretend it’s true” Y/n winked at him and turned to face the gates that are opening soon.

Minho scoffed again while going beside her, preparing for another day in the maze. Some whisper and giggle can be heard coming from the other runners mocking them as they look like a married couple. Since Y/n and Minho are the fastest runners Alby decided to make them co-keeper, a decision that they had hardly accepted. They argued with him for two hours straight, the poor Alby couldn't take it anymore and threatened to throw them off the cliff if they didn't stop. The two runners stopped arguing but still weren't enjoying this situation. Since that, their little competition grew into a great rivalry, but for the gladers it looks as if they are just flirting.

A deafening noise followed by a violent gust of wind alerted the runners that it was time to get in the maze. With a last provocative wink Y/n start running, Minho grins saying he won’t let her outrun him, he runs and rapidly catches up with the girl, returning her provocative wink. They engaged in different hallways, running in between the giant gray walls, sometimes covered by ivy. While working they couldn't stop throwing puns, challenges or insults at each other. The keepers turned every little thing into an argument from the moment they stepped in the maze till they finished working.

Today was no different, when the time came to go back to the glade, they bet they would be the first one to arrive. After counting to three they raced home, on the way Minho tried to block Y/n so she would stay behind and Y/n tried to push him aside, they pinched and nudged to get in front of the other. Running as fast as they could, their legs starting to ache, their breaths becoming short, they were finally seeing the glade. In the last hallway Minho and Y/n pushed themselves at their maximum.

Entering in the glade Y/n pushes Minho to the side while he trips her, they both fall hard on the ground. Newt, who was waiting for them like every day, sighs deeply and closes his eyes, praying his friends would be more mature one day. He took the two teenagers to the med hut, even if this was for minor injuries. After Clint and Jeff heals the shanks they left, letting Newt all the time he needed to scold them. As the second in command asked the runners what happened, they started to argue saying it was the other fault. The more the time passes the less what they were saying made sense or was simply understable.

“Enough ! I’m starting to have a headache” scolded Newt while he pinched the bridge of his nose. Why the shuck can’t the two of you get along ? You are the exact same idiots !”

“I’m not like him/her !” protested the teenagers looking disgusted at this idea.

“Finally something you two agree with” said the blond with a malicious smile “Why don’t you stop pretending you hate each other when everybody else sees that you’re just flirting ?”

“I beg your pardon ? No shucking way ! Him ? Of all the boys that are here ? Impossible.” retort Y/n crossing her arms.

“Right even if she and I were the last people on earth I’d rather die alone than be with her !” claimed Minho.

“You’re just talking” Newt observed before turning his back to them “come on it’s almost dinner time”.

The three gladers ate their dinner with the other in a friendly ambience. Y/n and Minho didn’t argue or fight once, they just decided to ignore each other. At least that was what everyone thought. During the dinner they sent little provocative signs at each other that are left unnoticed by the gladers. When Y/n finished eating she got up and cleaned her plate, before she could get out Newt asked her to wait for him outside. The girl nodded and kept going. After a minute Minho arrived and waited beside her, she glanced at him, sighs and took a step away from him. Minho looked at her raising a brow, she could feel his gaze on her but ignore it. The boy decided that it was time for payback and a bit of fun, harboring a mischievous smile, he approached her.

“Hey shorty, what’s the problem ? You can’t stand my incredible presence ? Or are you scared that I will discover that you're in love with me ?” Asked Minho.

“Leave me alone slinthead, between the two of us you are the one who's in love with me. I got away because you stink” Y/n replied with a smirk.

“Say it again, I dare you.” Challenges the boy, hovering over her.

Y/n straightens, looking at him dead in the eyes with a bright smile repeating “You. Stink. Slinthead.”

Minho was about to speak when Newt clears his throat to make his presence noticed, they both looked at him and Y/n ran to the glader giving him a big hug. She took a false sad face and told Newt that Minho was mean with her, the boy in question rolled his eyes and called her a crybaby. The second in command holds Y/n to prevent her from attacking her co-keeper.

"Okay stop it you two, no fight or there will be consequences." Informed Newt

Minho grunted and Y/n mumbled, crossing their arms and turning their back at the other. Looking like two pouting children, Newt giggles giving them a tap on the back.

"Anyway, why did you ask me to wait for you ?" Asked the girl

"You asked her to wait too ?" asked Minho

Newt noded with a small smile, and gestured to them to follow him. As he walked away the keepers asked him where they were going or what he needed them for. But the blond remains silent. Arriving in front of a small shack, Newt pulled out a key from his pocket and unlocked the door.

"I need your help to search for something in there, it'll be faster to find if we do it together." Decided the second in command to finally explain as he motioned for the two rivals to enter.

"Alright and what are we searching for ?" Demand Y/n as she entered the shack followed by Minho.

"Good question, I hope you'll find it on your own."

Minho gave a wandering look at his friend, while Newt wink at him and closed the door, not forgetting to lock it. The co-keepers rushed to the door and tried desperately to open it, trying to push it, hit it, kick it. But nothing worked.

"Newt let me get out of here or I swear I will make you regret this !" Screamed Y/n banging on the door

"Silly me, I dropped the key and I can't find it now ! How clumsy can I be ?" Newt took a false apologetic voice while playing with the supposedly lost key.

"I'll ask Gally if he got another one but I doubt it, and since it's starting to get dark I won't be able to find it before tomorrow morning. Guess you two will have to spend the night here, I am sooo sorry guys. Goodnight." And with these last words Newt walked away giggling to himself.

Y/n and Minho cursed him, they tried to open the door for another twenty minutes before giving up. Y/n took a deep breath and looked around the room but there was no other way out, and nothing could help break or open the door. Actually there wasn't much in this shack, just two beds, another one in construction and some other furniture not totally done. This shack is probably used as a storage for the builders. She took another deep breath and walked to the bed at the other side of the room and sat on it. Minho stood against the wall, hands in his pocket, thinking about how he will take his revenge on Newt, then he looked at the teenage girl. He thought about bothering her, if he has to spend the night with Y/n he could have at least a bit of fun.

"Guess you're stuck with me shorty." Smiled Minho as he approach her

"Yeah, I couldn't be more happy, I suggest you leave me alone. You stay on your side of the room, I'll stay on mine, everyone's happy and nobody gets killed." Y/n rolled her eyes at him, knowing what he wanted.

Minho grins, he is going to annoy her as much as he possibly can and the better part is that she can't escape. The young man sits on the opposite bed, but as he does so a crack can be heard and before he knows it Minho finishes on the floor, not really understanding what happened. The bed was probably not finished. Y/n burst out laughing, after a moment tears started to form in her eyes, her stomach aching as she couldn't stop laughing. Minho stood up, jaw clenched, and asked her to stop, which the young woman didn't. The runner stood in front of Y/n, he then placed his hand on each side of her frame, leaned in and whispered in her ear.

"If you don't stop laughing in three seconds, I'll make you shorty."

Y/n slowly stopped and looked at him wondering what he could possibly do. But didn't push it, knowing nothing good would happen. She shrugged and told him that she doesn't fear him. The boy scoffed, and layed down on the bed, Y/n furrowed her brows and nudged him. The runner grunted but didn't move.

"It's my bed slinthead, go sleep somewhere else."

"Where am I supposed to sleep ? There's no other bed shorty."

Retorted Minho his eyes closed

"Then sleep on the floor, I don't care as long as it's away from me." Y/n pushed him off the bed and got under the covers almost ready to sleep. "If you wanted a bed you shouldn't have broken the other one, goodnight loser." She winked and blew him a kiss with an arrogant smile.

Minho got up, took a deep breath and repeat a few times to himself that murder was not the solution. Suddenly an idea popped in his head, one that would bother his co-keeper and get him a bed. The boy goes quietly behind Y/n and gets in the bed with her. The girl slightly jumped in surprise and looked at her co-keeper in disbelief.

"What the shuck are you doing, go away !"

"I won't move a finger shorty, get used to it." Minho replied with a provocative wink.

Y/n tried to push him off the bed again but Minho grabbed her wrist and pinned them to the mattress, hovering over her and looking at her eyes he winked again saying it was a nice try. The girl bit her lips and tried to get rid of his hold unsuccessfully, which made the runner laugh. After a few minutes she gave up knowing that Minho is physically stronger than her.

"You're finished ? You are gonna let me sleep on the bed or you're gonna make me hold you all night ?"

Y/n huff and mumbled with a light blush "fine but don't get too close to me". The boy let go of her wrist and lay down next to his rival, savoring his victory. About an hour passed and Y/n couldn't fall asleep, she kept moving and fidgeting, not finding a comfortable position. Minho, having had enough, snakes his arms around the girl and pulls her against his firm chest. She was about to protest but he hushed her.

"You are moving too much, I can't sleep. Now stop moving and let me cuddle with you so my incredibly reassuring presence will calm you down and lull you to sleep, is that alright Y/n ?" Asked Minho with a sleepy voice

Against all odds she agreed and buried her face in the crook of his neck. Minho blushed at the sudden action and placed one hand on her back to hold her close while the other went in her hair. He started to absentmindedly play with Y/n's hair until they both fell asleep.

The next morning they wake up because of whispers and giggles. After adjusting to the light of the sun they notice Newt and some other glader looking at them cuddling. Y/n blushes and hides under the covers while Minho throws them his shoes to chase them away. Newt wink at the runner, laughs and closes the door without locking it this time. The young woman got out of bed and took her head in her hand in order to hide her blushing face. Minho gets up, straightens up a bit and approaches her.

"Come on Y/n, it's not because you hide your blush that I can't see it." Chuckled Minho

"You know it's quite nice to hear you calling me by my name, it's the second time you do it. Be careful, or I might start thinking that you love me Minho." She said, looking at him briefly while biting her lips.

The runner stood in front of the girl with an affectionate smile and murmured yet again in her ears "I can say it as much as you want Y/n. And by the way I love the sound of my name on your tongue."

Minho took a step backwards to look at her face turning red again. He chuckled and gave Y/n a kiss on the cheek and said "I knew you loved me" before taking her hand to get out of the shack.

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tenaciousduckpoetry · 1 year

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Requests

I would love to get some requests while I'm currently away from school. I will be updating my blog a lot more frequently throughout these next couple of weeks.

If you have already looked at my masterlist, you will know the characters that I write for at the moment. I am always open to writing for other characters that aren't listed, as long as I know the fandom <3 I will write for any gendered audience, although I tend to lean towards more fem presenting and gender neutral language.

Genres I'll write

Fluff

Suggestive content (lime)

Angst (I love angst)

Friends to lovers

Enemies to lovers

Platonic relationships

Literally any trope or au!

When requesting, please make sure to mention the character, the genre you want, any tropes/ideas you have, etc and if you would like to be tagged.

#request #gender neutral fanfic #tmr fanfiction #astv peter #hobie brown #astv hobie #astv pavitr #astv headcannons #astv x reader #astv spoilers #harry potter #ron weasly imagine #weasley twins #dewdropwrites

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glass-dahlia · 2 years

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Misc. info for requests

Requests: CLOSED

✰You can call me Dahlia✰

Masterlist

Feel free to send me an ask or message me with any requests or ideas! Always feel free to ask for a character if they aren't listed or you're unsure. I promise I won't judge you for any request! I really only write x reader clearly, so there’s that. My only limit is that I don't wrote descriptive smut, I will however write something spicy but non-descriptive of any acts.

Some characters I'll write for (off the top of my head and likely missing some)

Marvel

Peter Parker/Spider-Man

Loki

Matt Murdock/Daredevil

Zemo

Steven/Mark/Jake/Moonknight

Steve Rogers/ Captain America

Yelena Belenova

Druig

Harry Potter/FBAWTFT

Hermione Granger

Luna Lovegood

Neville Longbottom

Cedric Diggory

Ginny Weasley

Harry Potter

Draco Malfoy

Any Maurauder (pls not Peter tho, I can’t😭)

Newt Scamander

Stranger Things

Steve Harrington

Robin Buckley

Eddie Munson

Nancy Wheeler

Supernatural

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester

Charlie Bradbury

Sherlock

Sherlock Holmes

Jim Moriarty

Star Wars

Poe Dameron

Ben Solo/Kylo Ren

Rey

Din Djarin/Mando

Cassian Andor

Jyn Erso

Misc

Newt (TMR)

Dallas Winston (The Outsiders)

Darry Curtis (The Outsiders)

Sodapop Curtis (The Outsiders)

Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw (Top Gun)

Ransom Drysdale (Knives Out)

Lloyd Hansen (The Grey Man)

Santiago “Pope” Garcia (Triple Frontier)

Francisco “Catfish” Morales (Triple Frontier)

Javi Gutierrez (The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent)

Joel Miller (The Last of Us)

Cheers!💕

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its-avalon-08 · 1 month

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hi and i love ur writing. my ask is a bit specific so bear with me angel! if u could, make it social media style? if not thats okay! can you write an imagine where the reader is lando's sister and she is one of the mclaren engineers. she is the similar age as logan sargeant. they are secretly dating. herself and logan start soft lanuching. include driver reactions. thanks alot!!!

american boy and his sassy norris

{social media files}

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y/nnorris just posted!

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y/nnorris funny day (tagged : logansargeant)

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landonorris who tf is that.

→ lestappenismyfav omg fight fight fight

→ oscarpiastri @y/nnorris pls make this stop, he's searching for hitmans

danielricciardo @y/nnorris hope u enjoyed

→ y/nnorris @danielricciardo you totally acting as if you didn't keep asking for my location 2000 times?

→ landonorris why did danny know? DANNY WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME?

logansargeant looks fun

→ y/nnorris it was

→ maxieboy ariana what are u doing here?

alexandrasaintmleux sweetums <3

→ y/nnorris ily alex <3

landonorris pick up ur phone

→ y/nnorris no

→ maxverstappen1 lando is coming towards u with a knife run pls..

→ charles_leclerc y/n who is the guy im so lost

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logansargeant just posted a story!

{ caption : prettiest i know }

story replies :

oscarpiastri double date, me lily and you y/n, tmr night dinner

landonorris why does that look like y/n OH BOY YOU MOTHERFUCKING EAGLE BOY U BETTER NOT BE DATING MY LITTLE SISTER

y/nnorris aw bubs ily, lando is having a heart attack isn't he?

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y/nnorris just posted !

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y/nnorris pledging my allegiance to the flag of mclaren (and yes i am making fun of the american boy <3)

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landonorris im not angry pls pick up the phone

→ y/nnorris ok fine don't beg you look desperate

→ carlossainz @y/nnorris he's been whining for three hours

logansargeant why must u be the bully

→ y/nnorris @logansargeant pookie ily

→ loganpookielover GOALS I LOVE

maxverstappen1 P misses u <3 come over soon

→ y/nnorris coming over nowwww

→ kellypiquet ❤️❤️❤️

alexandrasaintmleux smartest girl i know <333

→ y/nnorris marry me

→ charles_leclerc y/nnorris get out now. she's mine

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logansargeant and y/nnorris posted a story!

{caption - hard launch <3} {caption - met my forever}

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i hope you enjoyed! happy reading <3 do send in more requests! as for pre existing requests- im working on it! lots of love ava

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honeybunniesoobin · 3 months

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imagine,

you meet felix catton for the first time at oliver’s birthday party. the fact that you’re wearing close to nothing intrigues him, enough to strike up a conversation with you, as you share a cigarette together. you end the night in felix’s bed, the first of your many late and eventful nights at saltburn — oliver lays on the other side of the door, wide awake, jealous.

(a/n: will be writing so many more of these and longer! another one (and a request at that coming tmr)) 💌

#felix catton #felix catton x reader #jacob elordi #saltburn #felix catton x y/n #felix catton x you #jacob elordi x reader #jacob elordi x you #jacob elordi x y/n #fem reader

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itscherrylipsforme · 4 months

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Paper cuts and cheek kisses: Minho tmr x Med jack!fem!reader

Summary: Minho was never one to go the med jacks' cabin often. On the contrary actually, you had to drag him into it whenever he got hurt in order to patch him up. Oh girl, but things changed when you two started dating, and now he comes up with the silliest excuses just to see your face. At least being his fave med jack means some special treatment

Warnings: None, except that Minho is madly in love and reader is slightly sarcastic (got it from her mother, aka me)

Requested: yes

Words: Around 1300

Author's rambles: As someone who had the biggest crush on Minho growing up (Who I want to fool with this? I still do) and who imagined her role in the Maze would be med jack this request was so cute to write. Hope you like it!

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I do not authorize any of my works to be copied, translated or plagiarized ✗

Everyone needed to prove their worth in the maze, from the youngest and oldest boys to you, the only girl. And being honest, your passed that test with excellent marks. Living in a place full of the most stubborn and reckless shanks you have ever known (not that you remembered meeting anyone before them, but that was not the point) proving that you were strong enough wasn’t a choice, but a need. However, most of them shown them a new kind of strength they hadn’t seem until then. The strength you used to calm Chuck down when he was crying during his first night in the glazeThe strength which was necessary to always be the one who introduced first to new greenies, to do it with a sincere smile as saying “Yeah, this place is a clunk, but it’s our clunk. Our place”. The same one that helped you become a med-jack.

You loved your role, somehow you were really good at it as the girl you were before being trapped there had some knowledge about it. But you would be lying if you said it didn’t have its downsides, one of them being… Well, him.

“Minho, slinthead, go to the med-jack's cabin right now. That cut doesn’t look good” you demanded as soon as you saw him on the gardens talking with Newt after he came back from the maze.

“Nice to see you too, princess” That condescending pet names he used on you, you swear one day your eyes would fall from your face just because of the times you had rolled them. Since your first day you had to deal with his teasing (not flirting, as you had corrected Newt when he asked about it once) “And don’t worry, Clint and Jeff already saw it and told me it was fine as long as I cleaned today in the shower”

“Clint and Jeff only let you get away with no treating any of your wound properly because they are scared you will fight them if they said otherwise” You crossed your arms “Unfortunately for you, you don’t have the same effect on me. To the cabin, now. I will be the one who binds it”

“You are lucky I can’t say no to you, darling” He started following you towards the med-jack’s, not without smiling sheepishly first.

Sitting in the hammock, Minho looked at your face as you gently rubbed a cotton soaked in iodine. So focused on your work and yet so beautiful, he thought to himself. He was enjoying the view, but your words snapped him from his thoughts.

“Can I ask why the hell you never want us to see your injuries?”

“Pretty girl, you are smart, way more than me, but you don’t get me. It’s not that I don’t want you to do your job, I have my reasons for it” He smirked, if he wasn’t so stupid sometimes you would admit he looked handsome right now.

“Please, enlighten me” You turned around to look for the necessary equipment to patch him up.

“Do you know that before you arrived, I never protested when it came to the med-jacks? That Clint or Jeff would treat me, and I wouldn’t utter a word?”

“If that is your way of saying that I am bad at my job, you should be more careful. Do I have to remind you that I am the one here who has a scalpel nearby?”

You were so done with his shit, if you remembered right there was a phrase that said something like “Don’t bite the hand that feeds you” and same way he shouldn’t annoy the person who was responsible for his health. The scalpel thing was a joke, more or less, but you were starting to rethink it.

“Not really darling” He chuckled, and you found yourself liking the sound of it “Maybe I just convinced Clint and Jeff to wait to heal this because I knew you wouldn’t want me to be injured. So, you would take me then and I would get to spend some time with my favourite med-jack”

“You are unbearable” And you were completely sure you mean what you said, but you couldn’t bring yourself not to smile at his silly plan “Please, tell me you didn’t get the cut just to see me” You asked while wrapping his strong (Were you thinking about that right now? Really?) arm with the bandage.

“You shouldn’t think too low of me, y/n” He shook his head “The injury was an accident, Newt came up with the plan when he saw it on the Garden”

“I knew that you couldn’t come up with all of that on your own” You smirked and stared at him. Had his eyes always been that deep or was the light that passed through the windows what made them look like that? “By the way, the patch up is done, just be sure you don’t drench it and come her to change it every two days until it scars. I would also recommend that you take a day off running, but you would ignore me anyway, and I won’t waste my saliva”

“You look really good when you are mad at someone, has anyone ever told you that?” He blurted out, not even thinking it twice, and he was surprised when instead of telling him to fuck off you blushed. Neither of you had expected it. You needed a few seconds to recover your mind and your ability to speak.

“Whatever, you can go now” You hadn’t realized how close you had been to him until then “Come on, what are you expecting? A good job sticker or something?”

“I have a better plan in mind” Another smirk, his hands guiding yours to rest on his shoulders, his comfortably around your waist. His face coming closer to yours, threatening to close the gasp… Woah, you had to admit that this bastard was handsome. And finally, his lips on yours. Slightly nervous at first, as he was afraid you would pull away at any given moment. Then sweet turning more and more passionate by seconds.

News always flied in the glaze, you two being “a thing” now was not. an exception. By the time the next bonfire arrived, no one, not even the greenie, wasn’t aware of it. Newt was glad, Minho had been rambling about you way too long and he couldn’t stand it anymore. Alby was a little bit angry, his rules had been broken again after all, but that was something you could deal with later. Minho was over the moon. You finally assumed that the line between annoyance and love is really thin. But there were two people who weren’t so happy about it…

“Here he comes again” Clint claimed as he saw a familiar tall and dark-haired boy entering the cabin.

“What happened this time?” Jeff asked as he placed some liquids on the shelves “Did he touch some poison ivy? Or did he catch a cold?” Being honest, they were growing tired of your Minho coming over with some stupid excuse to see you.

“A paper cut thanks to the map’s room, actually” He answered as he came closer to the desk where you were writing down the inventory before the next box arrived. “Afternoon, princess”

“Afternoon you too, my lovely clumsy bastard” You joked, placing a soft kiss on his lips

“Y/n, we will be running off band-aids if you keep putting one on your boyfriend every time he wants to see you” Clint protested as Jeff faked to be throwing up because of your small gestures of affection.

“Fine, a get-well kiss will be enough I guess” Minho accepted, and you wasted no time and kissed his cheek.

The rest of the med-jacks were more than annoyed with him, but he didn’t seem to care. After all, you were his favorite med-jack, the only one whose opinion mattered to him.

#minho tmr x reader #miho x reader #the maze runner #minho x y/n #minho tmr x y/n

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takecareluv · 1 year

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omg meg baby imagine giving steve a haircut <3 he’s like so anxious at first n then he gets so so relaxed n he’s lowkey nappijg by the end and u wake him up and he’s like. hm? with the softest voice ever <3 <3

— @inkluvs (ivy)

mr. perfect hair | steve harrington x reader

word count : 777

author's note : omg it’s so funny you sent this in because i’m literally getting a hair cut tmr !! anyway. . . this is my first stevie request :3 eeek im a little nervous. i hope it's okay! <3

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although you adored your boyfriend's infamous hair more than anyone, even you could admit he was in dire need of a trim. getting steve to agree, however, would take some serious convincing on your part. especially considering his last trip to the barber shop was, in steve's words, "scarring for life". he didn't leave the house for almost a month after the disastrous haircut without any sort of hat atop his head.

luckily for you, you had that boy wrapped around your finger — knowing exactly what it would take to get your stevie to do just about anything you asked, including giving his precious hair a little trim.

. . .

adorned in your boyfriend's favorite dress, and shoes to match, you pulled a fresh batch of your homemade chocolate chip cookies out of the oven — baked to perfection — and placed them next to a bottle of steve's preferred beer, waiting for his arrival.

as if on queue, steve walked through the doorway, smiling at the sight of you before abruptly pausing due to the sweetness that filled not only the air, but now his senses. "i know that smell. those are your bribery cookies... what are you up to?" he questioned with a suspicious but ever so loving look, preparing himself to inevitably say yes to whatever it is you were about to ask of him.

"well... you see i just made an appointment for a haircut and i was thinking maybe it's time you get one too," you smiled hesitantly, attempting to gauge his reaction.

"i don't know, baby. i don't think i can go back to that salon. they messed up big time. practically ruined me. i can't be steve 'the hair' harrington with no hair."

you rolled your eyes at his dramatics before cutting off the rest of his rant, "i'll do it for you, stevie." noticing him soften at your plea, you continued, "please let me do it for you? can't see those beautiful eyes of yours with all that hair in the way." you spoke calmly while looking up at him with your award-winning puppy dog eyes, hoping it would do the trick.

after a brief moment of silent contemplating, steve let out a loud sigh, "fine." you began to jump up and down in celebration. "but," he emphasized, "only a little bit, baby. no more than an inch, okay?"

you nodded excitedly in response.

"you promise?" steve gave a pointed look, holding his pinkie finger up towards you, waiting for your own to intertwine with his. "i promise, stevie! i'll do just enough to get off all the dead ends, that's it!"

"hey! I don't have dead ends. my hair is perfect!"

"keep telling yourself that pretty boy," you teased while ruffling his truly perfect hair.

. . .

after a few minutes of anxiousness, steve remembered it was only you doing his hair, not some stranger who didn't know the first thing about him, but you. you who probably saw his hair more than he did. you who knew exactly how he liked it styled. he knew he could trust you, he could always trust you.

as you began to gently brush through his ends, you felt him relax and even lean into your touch, letting out a long, content sigh.

knowing he was finally calm enough, you grabbed the scissors you had prepared next to you and slowly started to snip away at his hair, small pieces descending to the floor after every cut.

soon after, you were making one last snip before placing the scissors down and brushing your fingers through steve's soft strands, noticing the way your boyfriend's eyes began to flutter closed.

"feel good, stevie?"

goosebumps cover his body from your whispered words and soft touches. "yes," he hummed in response. "can you play with my hair forever, sweetheart?"

"i'm not sure about forever, but i'll try my best. do you wanna see how it looks?"

he shakes his head. "if you did it, i'm sure it's perfect." pressing a quick kiss to your temple while guiding you towards the couch. "right now i just want you to keep playing with my hair. please?" practically begging at this point, how could you say no to your sweet boy.

. . .

you remain on the couch for the rest of the night, steve's head resting on your lap while you give him all the head scratches he wants and deserves, almost lulling him right to sleep.

"i hope you know you're the only one who's allowed to cut my hair from now on, sweetheart."

you giggle. "are you sure you can afford me? i'm pretty expensive. and those head scratches are extra you know."

#stevie <3 #steve harrington #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington imagine

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that-tmr-girl · 4 months

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TMR Smut Imagines

Imagine being Thomas's Keeper and teasing him while teaching him

Imagine giving Thomas hints that you want bedroom time, but he doesn't pick up on them

Imagine Minho randomly requests to be a bottom one day

Imagine Minho's hair actually getting ruined during sex

Imagine Newt's second-in-command showing up during sex

Imagine Newt being scared to pull your hair during head so you have to tell him it's okay

Imagine Gally builds a secret room just so he rail you without getting caught

Imagine getting jealous when finding out the WICKED workers have "partners" so either Thomas, Teresa, or Aris prove they only want you

Imagine Teresa steals WCKD bounds to tie you down when she rails you

Imagine getting in an argument with Aris and he ends up showing you how rough he can be

Imagine Aris ends up getting a pain kink after being rescued from WCKD

Imagine Newt almost catches you and Sonya so you tease her under a blanket while he talks

Imagine getting bored at a Keeper's meeting so Sonya fingers you

Imagine Harriet getting stressed as the leader of the Spring so you give her head to help

#thomas x reader #minho x reader #newt x reader #gally x reader #teresa x reader #aris x reader #sonya x reader #harriet x reader #smut imagines #tmr smut #smut

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freedomfireflies · 2 years

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okay so what happened with Thomas 👀

“Where the fuck…have you been?”

Newt, Brenda, and Gally collectively take a generous step back, leaving you to face the wrath of Thomas alone.

You shoot them a disappointed look, to which they only offer a thumbs up as consolation, with Brenda murmuring a quick, “You got this.”

Amused, but not surprised, you return forward only to see that Thomas has bridged the gap between your bodies and now stands about a foot away.

“Where…were you?” he repeats, lower this time. Low enough to encourage a chill down your spine as you swallow the odd lump in your throat.

You don’t want to argue with him. Not here. Not in front of everyone.

But you certainly don’t want to succumb to his rather pathetic display of dominance.

So, you straighten up. Square your shoulders. Meet his eye. “We were out. Doing Gally’s plan.”

He’d already anticipated this, brow quirking upward as he looks you over. “Is that right?”

“It is.”

His eyes flick just over your shoulder, finding the faces of the other three. “And?”

You hear Newt clear his throat. “We didn’t find him, Tommy. But he’s there. He’s close.”

Thomas seems to tense, the frown deepening as his focus switches between them. “You don’t think you’re going back, do you?”

“We have to.” It’s Gally now, a bit firmer, but still cautious. You don’t miss the careful way he speaks to Thomas now. Always deliberate. But reverent. As if he knows what he’s done. “And now we have an in—”

“No.”

You knew he’d reject the proposition, but you’re outraged, nonetheless. “Seriously?”

His gaze moves back down to you. “Seriously. You know the risk—”

“Yeah, we knew the risks and it was still fine. Minho’s in there, and now we have our own way in—”

“Don’t fucking care,” he grits between clenched teeth, stepping back with a fervent shake of his head. “No, I don’t fucking care. We don’t do shit like that. We don’t put the entire team at risk because of someone’s ego—”

“Don’t we?” Your arms cross as you thrust your chin toward him. “I suppose you’d be the authority on ego, wouldn’t you?”

You can feel the air thicken as the scattered group of your friends watch on, but you don’t pay them any mind.

And neither does Thomas if the rigid tense of his muscles is any indication. “The fuck is that supposed to mean?”

“It means your god complex has gotten more of your friends killed than the Grievers, the Cranks, and WCKD combined.”

Your tone is livid. Full of disdain and disappointment and you can hear the murmurs and chuckles behind you.

And Thomas?

Truthfully, you’re not quite sure what he’s thinking. His expression hard and unforgiving, yet he offers no physical reaction to your accusation.

Then, he grabs your arm.

Grabs your arm and drags you out of the circle, heading toward one of the tents as you stumble to find your balance and rip yourself free.

But this proves futile as his determined grip keeps you planted to his side and the group behind you offers nothing but laughs and cheers, followed by, “Ooo, show her, Tommy!” and “Fucking in for it now.”

You’re shoved through the tattered cloth as you stagger your way to the middle, quickly brushing yourself off as you whirl around to face the exasperating man. “The hell was that for—”

But he’s stepping up to you so quick, your head begins to spin, the accusation dying in your throat as he brings himself about an inch away.

“You think I don’t know what we’ve lost?” His tone is malicious. Filled with contempt and bitter disdain. “Think I don’t know the fucking shit we had to go through to get here?”

You suppose it’s a rhetorical question, although you can’t deny the way your pulse races beneath your skin.

“That I don’t think about them every fucking day?” His eyes flick between yours, almost desperately. “Huh? That I don’t remember what it felt like to hold Chuck as he died in my fucking arms? And Alby? Winston? Mary? Think I don’t hear their fucking screams every time I close my eyes? Don’t see their bodies strung up or left somewhere?”

Your breath becomes caught in your throat as you blink up at him, the images in your own head harrowing as you’re forced to recall each memory. Each face.

“Think I don’t know how fucking hard it’s been to make it this far? What people have sacrificed? For me?” His head cocks to the side. “No, I fucking know. I know exactly what we’ve had to lose, and I know I’m not doing it anymore.”

You suppose this is your time to speak, although you’re not sure what to say.

And when your lips part but you stay silent, he uses this as an excuse to barrel on.

“I won’t do it anymore,” he repeats. “M’not losing anyone else because of them. All right? No fucking missions, no sneaking, no putting your life in danger. I won’t fucking watch you die.”

You’re tempted to allow yourself the luxury of imagining he’s worried about you specifically, but reality is louder than wishful thinking. “Thomas…”

You struggle to find just the right phrase to comfort him with, but you can sense from the irritated expression on his face that he doesn’t want comfort. He wants obedience.

“We’ve chosen to follow you this far because we know that what you’re fighting for is worth it,” you finally begin, and you notice his eyes narrow with disbelief. “You’ve…you’ve created more than a team. You’ve created a family. And we look out for each other, no matter what.”

You see the realization begin to settle behind his eyes.

“Even Gally—” He snorts, but you barrel on, undeterred. “—yes, Gally. He’s not who was in the Maze. Neither am I. Neither are you. We all want the same thing. To save Minho. Which is what we have to do, no matter the consequences.”

It’s as if he’s fighting his own indifference. You can see the acceptance weaving into his features, but his stature remains rigid.

Suddenly overcome with sentiment, you reach out to rest the palm of your hand on his cheek as you watch—and feel—him tense beneath your touch.

“You’re not alone, Thomas,” you murmur, hoping the gentle lilt of your voice will comfort him. Hope the honesty in your eyes reaches the darkest parts of his subconscious. “You don’t have to take care of everyone all by yourself anymore. Let us help you. Let us take care of you. We’d never…I’d never let anything happen to you. Or to Minho.”

You surprise yourself with how easily this truth slips free, but you can’t exactly argue its accuracy. You would do anything for these people you’ve grown to love. Do anything for Thomas, who—despite your best efforts—you find yourself thinking about more times in a day than you care to admit.

After a moment of comfortable silence, you realize you’re still caressing his face, now a bit flustered as you move to lower your hand.

But just before it can drop, his fingers reach out to capture your wrist and keep your arm suspended midair between you both.

It’s quick. Urgent. His touch punitive yet desperate.

You still, eyes widening with curiosity as you look over his face.

“Don’t,” he whispers after a moment of heavy silence, lashes fluttering as if attempting to restrain himself.

However, you’re not quite sure what he’s asking, heart hammering in your chest as you tentatively ask, “Don’t what?”

Now, his eyes shut, almost regretfully. He seems to be resisting something. Perhaps himself.

“Don’t make me need you.”

You’re fairly certain your pulse stutters to a stop, the distressed plea enough to knock your confidence off kilter.

Still, you can’t be certain what he truly means. It’s not like Thomas to make such an emotional declaration and you could be fooled into thinking it doesn’t mean as much as you’re beginning to hope it does.

Because hope is a dangerous thing.

Love is a dangerous thing.

It’s an indulgence you can’t afford.

He won’t look at you, almost as if he’s too ashamed to face the consequences of such a statement, and suddenly…you truly understand.

You slip your arm free so you can move both to his neck, wrapping yourself around his body as you tug him into your embrace.

He seems to go rigid in your touch for just a moment before he slowly begins to unwind, hands slipping around your hips to cement himself against your body.

You imagine he doesn’t get a lot of hugs. Doesn’t have the time for such tender moments.

But right now, you’re more than grateful for his company. For his touch. His honesty.

You’re grateful for him.

God complex and all.

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lostmyremembrall · 1 year

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I love Tom Riddle and I was hoping you could write a one shot where someone (you can choose who) breaks y/n's heart and Tom comforts her? If not, that's fine

𝓣𝓮𝓪𝓻-𝓢𝓽𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓭 𝓟𝓱𝓸𝓽𝓸𝓼

𝑇𝑜𝑚 𝑅𝑖𝑑𝑑𝑙𝑒 𝑥 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝐺𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: 𝑅𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒, 𝐹𝑙𝑢𝑓𝑓

𝐺𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑙𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑛!𝑇𝑜𝑚 𝑅𝑖𝑑𝑑𝑙𝑒, 𝐶𝑜𝑙𝑑𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑑𝑒𝑑!𝑇𝑜𝑚 𝑅𝑖𝑑𝑑𝑙𝑒

“Y/N,” Tom leaned against the heavy door and knocked.

He glanced down at his tattered watch, noting the time 20:57. He huffed out a sigh of irritation. Of course, Y/N was late. It was precisely why he came to their door at 8:55pm instead of the agreed-upon time of 8:30pm. But, apparently, 30 minutes was still not big enough of a leeway for Y/N.

“Y/N,” he spoke louder, ready to slam his palm repeatedly against the door once again, when the door swung open inside.

He lost his balance with the abruptness, though he would never admit it. But, Y/N was nowhere to be found in front of him. He further lowered his gaze to find the concerned eyes of Christina Greengrass, a few inches shorter than Y/N.

“Y/N’s…,” she bit her lip. Tom raised his brows to urge her on. He would love to hear an excuse good enough to keep him waiting this long.

“Y/N’s not feeling well,” she chose her words carefully, casting a meaningful glance towards where he assumed Y/N was. She tiptoed towards Tom, who bent his head in response, and whispered. “McLaggen’s cheated on them, you see.”

Tom had to suppress his temptation to groan. Love. When was it ever not about love in this hormonal, teenager-filled castle?

Greengrass somehow seemed to interpret his weary nods as pity, and nudged him into the room. Without giving much notice to his protesting eyes, she closed the door behind him with a quiet thud.

He sighed deeply and looked around himself. Though he had never been in the girl’s dormitory before, it was easy to spot Y/N’s bed.

The curtains of the far-right four-poster bed were closed. On the floor was a torn photo of Y/N with McLaggen, smiling at the camera. Perhaps the most evident was the constant sobbing that came from the withdrawn curtains.

“Y/N,” Tom stepped further into the room, careful as to not step on the used tissues that scattered around the bed. “Do you want to meet up another time?” he breathed out over the curtain.

“That– that might be best,” the voice came from behind in between the sobs. Tom was certain the curtain shook with the sharp inhale.

“Feel better,” Tom murmured in a voice so quiet he wasn’t sure they heard it over the sobbing.

“I’m, I’m so–, sorry, Tom.”

It was the shaky voice overridden with guilt that caused him to stop in his track. He turned around, watching a hand appear from in between the curtains, blindly searching for the tissue box.

The 6 feet essay for potions. The Transfiguration tutoring he was going to give Abraxas at 9:30. The patrol following that.

To put it simply, Y/N being an emotional wreck was the last thing he needed tonight.

Still, he found his feet carrying him back to their bed. He grabbed the tissue box on the bedside table, and held it within Y/N’s reach. Soon enough, their fingers found the soft texture of the tissue paper and snatched it from the box.

“Thanks,” a pitiful sob came as the hand disappeared behind the curtain once again.

“Don’t mention it,” Tom’s strained voice managed to say. He stood for awhile, unsure of what he was supposed to do next.

When he perched at the end of the bed, causing the mattress to creek underneath his weight, there was an abrupt silence as the sobbing stopped. The only sound that echoed in the empty room was the sudden bursts of their heaving breaths.

“You’re hyperventilating, Y/N,” he pointed out, observing the tissue box still in his hands. His limbs frigid against the shaking tremor coming from Y/N’s way. “Take a deep breath.”

He turned his head towards them when only silence responded. But, soon enough, there was the whoosh of a long, quiet exhale. It seemed to have calmed them down immensely, as the sobbing quieted down.

Tom’s eyes landed on McLaggen, staring up at him smugly as Y/N gave a peck on his cheek.

“He was always a git,” he mumbled, glaring at the man. He never interacted with him; with him being a Gryffindor keeper, there was little opportunity for Tom to get to know him. But, he knew enough that the way McCLaggen carried himself got on his nerves. That was enough of a reason for Tom to never approach him.

Y/N, however, seemed less fortunate in that circumstance.

“My friends said the same thing about my ex.” Tom could hear them forcing out laughter in between the sniffle, “apparently I have a pattern.”

He couldn’t argue against that. Y/N had an incredible track record of dating pricks, as far as he was aware.

“Sometimes, I wonder, Tom,” Tom perked up his ears, brought out of his stupor counting the list of Y/N’s exes. “I wonder if I had tried harder... That this keeps happening because there’s–, there’s…”

“Something wrong with me,” Their voice broke, and a hand reached out of the curtains again, blindly searching for the tissue.

As Tom opted for sticking the tissue box in between the curtain opening, Y/N was continuing to stare at the smiling face of McLaggen in the torn-up photo through teary eyes.

No matter how much you cried, McLaggen did not reveal the answer why, but continued to stare back at you with that same old smile.

“You didn’t do anything wrong,” a quiet voice sounded from the other side of the curtain.

You raised your head at the calm voice of Tom, your eyes blinking rapidly in disbelief that he, the cold-blooded recluse who never showed interest in anything close to relationship drama, was listening.

“But,” he continued. “The problem may lie in your subconscious preference for people who don’t appreciate you enough.”

Tears welled in the corner of your eyes again at his words. It was true.

“I never learn. I always end up here, alone. Crying,” your voice croaked out before it was submerged under the tidal wave of sobs again.

There was a quiet thud on the mattress. You lowered your eyes to find a large hand, placed subtly in between the opening of the curtain. In the golden light that streamed in through the opening, his hand looked paler than usual.

Worried that Tom was planning on opening the curtain, Y/N hastily wiped away the tears.

For a brief second, his long fingers straightened, just to curl again into the elegant curves of a relaxed hand. Gesturing in a silent invitation.

Y/N’s eyes followed the hand to the wrist, a tattered leathered watch wrapped around it signifying well past 9:20. But, the arm clad in the Slytherin blazer disappeared behind the thick cloth, rendering the hand’s owner invisible. It was impossible to tell what was going through Tom’s mind.

Still, the hand waited patiently, placed within the reach of your hand.

You hesitated, before placing your hand in his. Slowly, but surely, his fingers curled again, pulling your hand further into his.

It was nice, you noticed, as tears started pouring uncontrollably again. It was nice to have someone with you, to just sit next to you and hold your hand.

You squeezed the hand in return. Needless to say, Tom sat with you for a very long time that night. He just sat there, holding your hand as tears continued to stream down your cheeks. He didn’t say much, save for occasionally asking if you wanted McLaggen gone, hexed, or his reputation tarnished.

It took a few weeks, by which point, you’d mostly moved on from McLaggen, for a rumour to spread that McLaggen had apparently been expelled on the grounds of illegal tradings in sanctioned magical creatures from the preserve.

You never dated a cheater after that. It was as if any man or woman with an ill reputation had disappeared from your world, never to approach you in the first place. Sometimes, on your daily stroll with Olivia, in a classroom, or in the library, your gaze wandered towards Tom Riddle, a recluse as ever with his head buried in books, wondering if he had any part in it.

But, you never mustered the courage to ask.

A/N: I know there's a weird perspective change... but I really wanted to show Tom's heartfelt gesture as a surprise. Hope you enjoyed!

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moumouton4 · 1 year

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thomas x reader are dating n thomas takes them on a /stargazing date in the glade <3

A Stargazing Date In The Glade || Thomas x reader

A/n : Finally the third part is out 🎨 Also my requests are open as always so let me know if you have any ideas 🔑

Masterlist ⚜

Warning : None just fluff 😌🌺

Summary : Your boyfriend Thomas takes you on a stargazing date

I don’t give permission to repost my work, if you want to share it just reblogue it

Word count : 809

He had spent the whole day working on what he has prepared for you. And what a task it was to prepare a date, here in the glade. You, on the other hand, had spent the day working with Newt in the plantations

"Do you know where Thomas is ? Is he back from his outing in the maze ?" you said with a slightly worried look

Newt who knew about his friend's intentions tried to play it cool so as not to spoil the surprise for you "I know he came back from the maze early this afternoon but no I don't know where the bloody hell he is" he said sweat dropping but you were to focus on his well being to notice

"Okay..." you answered and went back to your task. Soon the day was coming to an end. But you still hadn't seen your boyfriend

However, as night fell and you were about to join Gally and the others for dinner, a voice called out to you "Noooooo wait !" everyone turned their heads to the boy - the one you had been looking for all day

"Thomas !" you screamed before walking towards him "I'll borrow her for a while" he said before taking you by the arm and dragging you with him into the forest, as everyone resume to where heading to

As you walked he spoke "So how are you ? How was your day ?" "Other than the fact that I haven't seen you all day, it's fine. And-" you were about to ask him the same but he cut you off

"Here we are !" the brown haired man pointed to the ground

You looked down to see what he was talking about and when you saw it you squeezed his hand a little harder "Oooooh you did this for me !" you squeaked observing the blanket he had placed on the ground. On it were two plates, one with roasted corn on the cob and the other with pieces of pear and raspberries

He motioned for you to sit down, and you made yourself comfortable on the soft blanket before sitting cross-legged. He sat down across from you and did the same. He picked up one of the ears of corn and handed it to you "Here" you blushed as you took it "Thank you. For all of this"

"Don't worry, it's nothing crazy" he said, rubbing the back of his neck. You uncrossed your legs and leaned in to kiss his cheek "Still" as you pulled back you saw his cheek - even in the moonlight - take on a slight pinkish hue

You then turned your attention to the corncob in front of you, munching on it happily. Once finished you ate the juicy pears and tart raspberries

Once you finished your nightly picnic you saw that Thomas looked a little stressed so you called him once but he was too engrossed in his thoughts to hear you. You called a second time "Thomas ? Are you okay ?"

He looked up at you fumbling with his fingers "Y-yeah I was just wondering if you'd want to stay here a bit" "Of course you idiot" you shuffled closer to him and wrapped an arm around his middle. He stiffened a bit before wrapping his arm around your shoulders

After some time, you yawned and he took it as his cue to ask you if you wanted to lay down. To which you answered yes to his surprise. You lay down a little awkwardly at first, not necessarily finding the right position to adopt. But finally you manage to find a comfortable position for you both. Him lying on his back, you with your head on his chest, one of his arms wrapped around your body and your own hand grabbing his

After a time of silence you began to discuss lighter topics, laughing and giggling at each other's jokes and then finally calm returned and your eyes naturally focused on the sky and more particularly on the thousands of stars that shone in the skies

The night in the ice was dark, really dark, allowing you to see the thousands of small suns that appeared once the big sun disappeared. Without realizing it Thomas squeezed your hand a little tighter than before which made you raise your head towards him. The glow of the moon allowed you to see a slight smile on his warm face, which you quickly returned

"Next time I'm the one to organize" you said, a smile appearing on your lips as you felt his hand start to caress yours calmly

"I'm sure it'll be great" he yawned, obviously exhausted after a long day "Love you Y/n/n" he mumbled making a red tint came to rest on your cheeks "Love you too Thomas"

A/n : I hope you guys liked it ! 🎀✨ Again my requests are open 🎪🎭

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snowberrycherry · 1 year

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Your fic about sucking könig off? EXCUSE ME??? HES SO FUCKING HOT AND BIG AND SHY I WANT TO CORRUPT HIM please could you write something for that? Like a reader who’s a dominant badass and he just wants her to fuck him up?

Up to equal

parings: könig x fem!reader

warnings: smut, hes a virgin, facesitting, edging, unprotected sex, everything is consensual, mdni

[a/n] we r editing this tmr morning and to the angel that requested rhis im so eo soso sorry this took so long lovvve u best frienf💋🐵

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He had no idea how he had gotten himself into this .

Over the most pathetic mistake too.

The constant staring had been enough to push you over the edge, so you decided to say something. You had practically dragged him back to your room. As he kept up with your fast pace, he knew what you were going to say. Even he knew it was obvious, blatantly looking at you, only daring to look away when you met his longing gaze. demanding an explanation as to why. how was he going to admit how he truly felt? Not even 24 hours ago, not a full day had passed where he was perfectly fine gazing at you whenever the chance was presented. He was okay with using just his hand to get himself off every once in a while, not minding he hadn't been with anyone. Sometimes he would even imagine it was you whom he was with late at night teaching him everything and anything. Taking his virginity in the best way viable, however you wanted him, König couldn’t care less.

But never in a million years could he have imagined this. The slam of the door shook him back to reality, “Do you have a problem with me?” Your eyes narrowed as he paused, scrambling to find the right words. “No I don’t …can I ask why?” The warmth on his neck worsened with guilt by the second. “Your always fucking staring it me and it’s getting really creepy”.

König looked down at his shoes, ashamed, but something felt different. This was the longest conversation he had ever had with you and it was so dangerously thrilling. He could feel his pants to become tighter, blood rushing right down to his crotch. He awkwardly placed his hands right in front of himself, figuring it wouldn’t be too noticeable yet.

Never was he more wrong, his heart dropped when he heard your next words, “No way”. His eyes shot wide open as you pushed his hands away, revealing his noticeable aching cock. Words weren’t even able to come out as he hastily turned to leave, on the verge of crying from the humiliation. His finger tips just barley grazed the handle, ready to run and hide when you spoke up, “You should stay”.

He froze in place, not even sure if he had heard your correctly. “What?” his voice was weaker than he intended it to be. “Stay.” He spun back around to face you, rather bewildered, “Why?” He watched in dismay as you confidently walked over to him, standing right in front of him. “Because you have the prettiest lips and I want to feel them on me”.

He had never eaten someone out, but he knew he would try his hardest to make you feel good. “Please god yes” he frantically whined. You took his one of his rough hands and led him over to your bed. Cautiously, he laid back and watched incredulity as you peeled off your pants along with your soaked panties, and gradually started to crawl up his body, hovering right over his lips. His breath got stuck in his throat when he finally realized how close you truly were, your pussy so close to his mouth that if he really desired to, he could lean up and finally taste you, something he had fantasized about for so long.

“Be good for me?” you whispered feeling his hot breath all over you as he eagerly waited for you to sit down right on his face. He moaned a shallow ‘yes’ moving his hands towards his dick, impatiently waiting to relieve the tension in his pants. “Good” you plainly said, pressing your cunt right onto his mouth. A noise escaped from him in shock at your sudden movement but quickly came to reality when he cautiously stuck his tongue out to take his first lick. In another universe he was definitely crying with how sweet you tasted, it took every bit of energy to not do so in this dimension. His laps were a bit inexperienced and timid at first, not fully firm enough to emit any sort of pleasure, but he quickly got the memo when you pushed down even further onto his wet mouth. He greedily hummed into you circling messy patterns all over your cunt. He looked up to see your face hazed with lust that told him he was doing a good job. He shook his face faster into you, juices smearing all over his chin, his nose hitting your clit at a delicious speed. He couldn't control his hands anymore as they traveled down to his cock, palming at it so desperately that he started to softly moan. He could tell you were close by your hips grinding faster onto his tongue and the grip you had on his hair, guiding his mouth right at your hole was a definite sign. He had never made someone cum before let alone just with his tongue… he wanted it so bad. Just when he envisioned what you would taste like you pulled your hips away from his impatient face.

He sobbed at the missing sensation,but he could feel his lower stomach muscles tense, seeing bright stars as he reached his climax in pure ecstasy. His cum flowed out, making the fabric a deep blue color. His cheeks went immediately bright red when he fully comprehended what he had done.

He came just by eating pussy and his now stained jeans were authentic proof. He covered his face with his hands, dreading to face the consequences. Was he a virgin? you thought, it was that or he hadn’t been laid in quite some time. “Is this your first time?”. He hummed a swift yes, still strung off of mortification. However, it faded away fast when he felt your body mover off of his upper half, down towards his lower section. He quickly uncovered his eyes and watched as you slid down so your sopping cunt was right on his clothed leaking cock. “Can I?” you asked trailing your fingers over the band of his pants, batting your eyelashes at him so innocently for such a filthy act. And it only turned him on more.

He shook his head up and down once, internally fulfilled that you would be the first person ever to truly ruin him. You smiled practically tearing his pants off along with his underwear revealing his throbbing cock. König watched as your mouth gaped open in shock when you saw how big he was. It only made him more elated. His hips stuttered when your hand came in contact with him gently jerking him up and down. “Aw, you gonna come again?” the fake pout on your lips drove him crazy. No, he promised to himself, but the precum that glistened on his tip refuted his vow. You swiftly straddled his hips lining him up at your dripping entrance, causing him to cry out while gripping at the blankets so tight his knuckles turned white. He felt your hand slap down over his mouth followed by a faint ‘Shh’. Your voice seems deeper, covered in lust and arousal. He let out a shaky groan as you slowly sunk down on him, filling you up to the fullest you had ever been. Biting your lip the pain slowly ebbed into bliss and you began to rock back and forth on him.

He was in paradise. As much as he tried to cry out, your hand muffled the sounds causing you to try not to giggle. “You’ll be quiet?” you lightly questioned . He shook his head again, eyes widened with exhilaration. You removed your hand and his voice trembled, “I promise just keep f-fucking me”. The sinful and dirty saying only edged you on. You grinding faster on him while you watched the man crumble beneath you brought a never-ending satisfaction. “I think I’m going to cum again i’m so sorry” he whined, attempting to thrust into you at a faster speed, touching wherever his hands could reach, memorizing your body at this moment. He was so close to the edge, so close to falling apart underneath you when all movement froze, entirely ceasing, cutting off his source of euphoria. He let out a wail, hot tears streaming down his face, “What?” You leaned forward closer to his face, “Do you think you earned it?” So many thoughts raced through his head, it was a yes or no question but which one? Unsure and hesitant, he decided to answer with what his selfish soul was persuading him to do. “Yes”. he whispered, hoping to his lucky stars he made the correct choice. He watched intently at your facial expression change into a sweet grin.

“Good boy” and you sat back down on him. He moaned at your warm cunt enveloping him once more. His entire body was sensitive, his skin beaded with sweat, eyes puffy and red, but König never felt more alive.

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