#tmr request

[friendlyneighborhoodcapricorn]

hii!! okay hi cool sO if it’s not too much trouble could i get a preferably male mcu/tasmv matchup please?<3

m'names hero:) (she/her) and my friends usually call me rosie or ro--and i'm an entp/enfj if you're in the mbti stuff

as appearances go I’m 5’1 and I’m Italian, english, and asian. i’m a bit tan, ‘ve got light brown hair with bangs and considerablyy big, brown eyes. now cough I hope m’not coming off as shallow but I’m really proud of my body? work really rather hard on it and I quite like showing it off from time to time— as should everyone, we’re all hot shit ;) i breathe sundresses, usually wear little bows in my hair, and I wear my grandmother’s pearls 25/8 they make me feel like a pRINCESS

I have the tightest core friend group of 3 including myself— they’re my soulmates, really, we met at a museum and everything. In the literal sense I have no problem with conversation in general it’s my favorite thing I could talk about absolutely anything. if I ever meet a cute boy tho.. dear god it’s over me I’m a blushing mess— moreover my love language(s) are physical touch, words of affirmation, and gift giving (I like things that reflect how proper beautiful I am sue me💅)

I write poems and short stories, and i play guitar and sing, i’ve actually won a few awards for that, and uh I’ve probably read a good couple hundred books in my life time— I like to think I have near perfect vision but my friends say I’m damn near blind— and I’ve only really read the classics.

I’m a huge movie buff too, again I’m a classics fiend *but* my current favourites are Juno and Matilda— unfortunately my parents passed their respective individuality complexes onto me it’s been quite the ride

uhhh what else- i’m the top of my class and my school’s first asian vice president!! yay!!! And oH I don’t really have a type, I just know charisma is so, so painfully attractive, and I love a good height difference but who doesn’t ;)

lots and lots of love please don’t feel any pressure in answering this quickly or at all (i'm so sorry this was so very long) I’m in no rush luv you <33

I love your name by the way, reminds me of Laurie from little women:)

You're the sweetest omg! You mentioned wanting a matchup for the mcu and tmr in a follow-up, so I'll be doing that :) Ro is an absolutely amazing nickname, btw!

This took a while, I'm so sorry for that! I hope you still enjoy it regardless!

For the MCU, I match you with...

Steve Rogers/Captain America

You’re in charge of catching him up on movies he missed while he was busy being a popsicle.

Even though you weren't from the forties, there was something about you that immediately put him at ease. Almost a sense of familiarity in this strange millenium.

The first time he ever hears you sing, his jaw quite literally drops. He goes full goldfish-mode for a few seconds, and it's as endearing as it is funny.

Dates can be anything from going to a museum, getting dinner at some fancy restaurant, or just sitting quietly on the couch together while you both read.

Steve can use the occasional words of affirmation. On a day-to-day basis, he's a pretty confident guy, but during missions he can have a tendency to second-guess himself. It helps having you around because even when he feels like he can't trust his own judgement, he knows he can trust yours.

Newt

Let's say you two met because you were both working in the "gardens". The Glade is only so big, however, so you probably saw each other around before that. But you really started talking in the gardens.

Newt is an easy-going guy, but he does know pretty much everything that's going on in the Glade. He knows how you're always up for conversation, so he tries to take that opportunity.

And then finds it incredibly endearing when you turn into a stuttering mess.

There really isn't much to do for fun around the Glade, but singing happens to be one of them. Well, if Wicked is kind enough to let you remember any songs. In case they do, Newt has definitely asked you to sing for him -and then tried to learn the song himself. He's a horrible singer though.

You can't really go on dates because again: the Glade is pretty small. But Newt will wake you up in the middle of the night to sneak off into the woods, only to reveal he's planned the most romantic moonlit picnic.

This is long overdue, but I hope you still enjoyed it! Thank you for requesting and have a lovely day/night <3

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[vvagustd]

☼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]

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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[greenfiend]

Ooo hi hi!! I’m always itching for more fantasy stuff so if armour isn’t too annoying (or he doesn’t have to be in it) then I throw in a request for paladin!mike being all romantic with will the wise, or for something a little different it could be paladin/knight!mike and royalty!will? I know I’ll love whatever you come up with ☺️🫶🏽

Is he saying farewell before a battle? Or are they just having a sweet moment in private? Up to you!

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#I was supposed to finish this tmr but I got too inspired so here it is 🤷🏼‍♀️ #ask #Art request #art requests #byler #byler art #stranger things #stranger things art #cleridan

[oceans-goddess]

I don’t know if you would be open to this idea but a tmr newt imagine where the reader hurts her knee and now has a limp like newt and she is frustrated with it and it gets him to open up and it’s all fluffy??? I have just had knee surgery so I am being very self indulgent… again if you don’t want to no worries at all!!!

Author's note: Omg of course!!! Agh, I'm so excited, this is my first time responding to a request, so I hope you enjoy! Also, I wrote this really fckin fast, so I'm sorry if it's shit.

Guys, send in more requests! This was so fun to write!!!

Pairing: TMR Newt x reader

Warnings: mentions of suicide and death, leg injury

“This bloody knee!” you hissed, tossing your gardening tool to the side and pulling at your hair in frustration.

“Did you just say bloody? I must really be rubbing off on you” Newt said from above you. You gasped in surprise.

“Newt! What are you– aren’t you supposed to be talking with Alby right now?” You asked.

“Finished early. Not much to debrief today. Aren’t you supposed to be heading to lunch?”

Your boyfriend sat down beside you and picked up the tool you’d been using, toying with it as he waited for you to respond.

“I don’t think I’m gonna make it today. I’m running way, way behind. This piece of klunk knee brace won’t let me bend down to work, and Clint and Jeff refuse to let me take it off. I have to either stand straight or sit down, neither of which are fast enough to finish all this in time.”

You finished speaking with a huff, and Newt smiled beside you.

“Hey, that’s just what a brace is meant to do. You shouldn’t bend it until you’re all healed up. It’s only been a week, love.”

A week, you thought, recalling the accident that had occurred just a few days before:

“It should be all set. Just take it easy for a few weeks, y/n,” Jeff explained, helping you to stand and placing a rudimentary wooden crutch under one arm.

“And no more messing around climbing trees,” Clint warned, opening the door that led out of the med-jacks’ building where Newt waited. You nodded, but the comment stung your pride.

Earlier that morning, you had been sitting up in a tall oak tree in the deadheads. The location was morbid, you knew, but it was also quiet. A place to breathe. To think. If you sat up there long enough, it sometimes felt like the trees went on forever– like there were no walls, no maze, standing just yards away, separating you from the world beyond.

You’d been up there a while, and you knew your break would soon be over. The gardens needed tending, after all. That, and Newt would begin to worry and come looking. You knew he could handle himself, but the last thing you wanted was to see him struggle through the underbrush of the deadheads with his bad knee because of you.

You swung yourself off the branch you’d been sitting on and began making your way down the tree. As you placed your foot onto a small notch in the tree bark, the branch you held onto with your right hand snapped. You gasped, clawing at what was left of the branch, but your foot slipped, and suddenly you were falling to the side.

You let out a scream and braced yourself to hit the forest floor. Your right knee was the first part of your body to land, and it connected with a rock or a tree root– you weren’t sure. Your right shoulder slammed to the ground, though thankfully, it seemed that your knee had borne most of the brunt of the fall. Chest heaving, you slowly sat up and you tried lifting yourself off the ground. Pain surged through your leg, and a cry of agony escaped your lips. You sat back against the trunk of the tree for a moment, then tried to stand again. It was in vain– your leg couldn’t support you.

Just when you’d made your mind up to crawl back to the field where someone would see you and bring you to a med-jack, you heard a crunch of leaves nearby.

“Y/n?” Newt called frantically. When he saw you, the expression on his face made you want to disappear. His eyes were wide, and he cringed as he saw the way you held your leg. Others followed behind him. How he’d gotten here on his leg first, you didn’t know. Must’ve been the little piece of runner still left in him. He dropped down onto his knees beside you, calling out, “Bring the med-jacks, now!”

And then you wound up here, with a makeshift brace around your leg and a boyfriend that wouldn’t stop looking at you with that nauseatingly concerned expression on his face. It was all you could do not to scream in anger and humiliation.

You shook yourself out of the memory and turned away from Newt.

“I know the brace is helping. It’s just– it gets in the way. I’m so much slower than I was, so much less graceful, efficient, I feel… I feel like I just don’t operate like I used to. Like I’m supposed to. It’s so embarrassing. Like, everyone else is pulling their weight but me.”

It was quiet for a moment. Newt only watched as you clenched your fists together, but when he noticed that you were beginning to hold back tears, he reached over and rubbed your back.

“Hey, it’s alright. I understand. Sometimes I feel the same way about my own knee.”

At that, your stomach dropped, and you clapped a hand over your mouth. All the complaining you’d just done must’ve sounded so horrible– so inconsiderate– to him. You’d only been struggling for a week; his knee would trouble him for the rest of his life. And even then, he was trying to make you feel better, like always. That was what made you care so much about him. He always did what he could to make things easier for you, to comfort you, to make you happy.

“I’m so sorry,” you breathed.

“It’s okay, honestly. It’s alright.” Newt scooted closer to you and draped his arm over your shoulder. You leaned into him and took in his warmth, his earthy smell. 

“Can I tell you something kind of sad?” he asked, his voice only a whisper. You didn’t know where this was going, but you nodded silently. Newt took a deep breath beside you.

“Aah, okay… you know I used to be a runner and everything, right? Before my knee?”

You nodded again, looking up at him. His brown eyes gazed down into yours with a mixture of affection and anxiety, but he continued on.

“Well, I don’t really ever talk about how I hurt my knee. It’s…” he swallowed. “it’s hard to talk about it now.” He shifted uncomfortably beside you, but you waited patiently.

“I… I really hated it here for a long time. It’s alright now, I’ve sort of made my peace with living here, in a way, but I just couldn’t take being trapped in this box. It drove me mad. One day, while I was on a run, I climbed up some of the vines and ended up on top of one of the maze walls.”

You could hear his heart beating faster now as you leaned against his chest. The next words out of his mouth were barely a whisper.

“I knew this wasn’t what I wanted. I couldn’t stand it. And I… I jumped.”

You gasped and sat up, looking into his face for more information. He only looked back at you with the most heartbreaking expression you’d ever seen on him.

“I wanted to be done. With it all. But, much to my resentment at the time, Alby found me. Dragged me back into the glade just before the doors closed. They fixed me up. I spent about a month under constant supervision from Clint and Jeff, and then I wasn’t allowed to be alone for another few weeks. Everyone thought I’d try again. I… I wanted to.

“It was even worse with my bum leg. Everything was harder, more irritating. I felt more useless every day.”

Hot tears rolled down your face. Newt brought up one hand and wiped them away with his thumb before kissing your forehead.

“I’m so sorry, Newt,” you whispered, and he pulled you in for a tight embrace.

“It’s alright, love,” he whispered back. “Things have gotten better since then. I found I was pretty good at gardening, and now, here I am. Made some new friends as well. And, of course, I met you.”

Newt pulled away and brought his hand back up to your face, resting his palm against your cheek.

“And I promise you I’m here to stay.”

You let out a quiet sob and pulled him in for a kiss. Your lips met passionately, and you ran your fingers through his dirty blond hair. He was as gentle, as loving, as always. When you pulled away, he was smiling.

“Another thing that’s changed though,” he began, “is that I’m seriously afraid of heights now. That fear extends to you. So please, love, please, I’m begging you. No more climbing trees. I almost had a heart attack when I heard you scream”

You let out a surprised laugh before responding.

“Okay, honey. Don’t worry. No more climbing trees. I promise.”

“Good,” he said with a nod. “Now– let’s go get some lunch. We’ll worry about the garden later.”

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[eclairmeow]

FINALLY NAILED HIS DESIGN he was a hard one

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[lostmyremembrall]

Thank you very much for your reply. I'll drop you my request 🤭

I was thinking of a story where Reader is a Slytherin and is part of Tom's circle of "friends" but she's the one person who's considered a bit less because of her personality so she is ...more sort of..reserved?

Tom gives them the task of researching his family and past (so all the Gaunt and Riddle thing) since he trusts her enough and she is one of the few purebloods who has an open mind and therefore wouldn't judge or use it against him.

And maybe at a meeting after the summer holidays at hogwarts or maybe a meeting at Malfoy Manor or whatever place you decide, you can also choose the year...The Death Eaters notice a change in her, Tom as well and he points it out to her when they are alone and she says something to him about something that happened when she went to the Muggle world for a while (she had several hooks up with a Muggle even though she knew it was wrong).

You can decide Tom's reaction 🥺 and I have a half idea how to continue it but I don't want to make this request so long and specific. I apologise. And thank you very much again. ❤️

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𝓓𝓸 𝓝𝓸𝓽 𝓓𝓲𝓼𝓪𝓹𝓹𝓸𝓲𝓷𝓽 𝓜𝓮

𝑇𝑜𝑚 𝑅𝑖𝑑𝑑𝑙𝑒 𝑥 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝐺𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: 𝑅𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒, 𝑆𝑒𝑥𝑢𝑎𝑙 𝑇𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛

Y/L/N was a strange one.

One of the few that Tom couldn’t get a read on. As she stared up at you with her large eyes, unblinking, just staring, it was impossible to surmise what on earth was going on inside her head.

Even now as Lestrange, Black and Yaxley rustled, their arms around each other singing ‘Nous Noblesses Fières’, she trailed behind them closely, watching, her eyes paler in the sunlight streaming in from of a window.

“Stop gawking, Y/L/N,” Lestrange, who had noticed her usual eerie eyes, pushed her away, causing her to stumble into a few students walking past them. 

Some of his knights had questioned why she even joined. She was the least of a pureblood fanatic of them all. Tom continued to watch her as she regained her composure, her textbooks close to her chest, and resumed walking beside them again. His theory was that justice mattered very little to her – to her, it was simply loyalty. 

Blacks obeyed him.  Malfoys followed him.  Lestranges worshipped him. 

Simply thus, Y/L/N chose him.

Yaxley once suggested that Y/L/N was just slow. That, when she turned those large eyes to the meeting, the class blackboard, to Tom, there was just nothing going on inside her brain.

Yaxley couldn’t have been more oblivious.

Tom never missed the intelligence that flashed in her large eyes every so often at the meetings. When she watched through her lashes with her doe eyes, she did not just watch. No, she observed, studied, collecting every subtle information available from her environment as the cogs turned busily in her brain.

In the silence of the meeting, Tom could almost hear her cogs turn. In the dim light of the Room of Requirement, her eyes gleamed: “I could do better. I know better.”

And still, her lips remained shut.

Tom decided to clear his throat, his knights immediately growing quiet. “Y/L/N,” he murmured, enjoying the sight of his knights that turned around with his single utterance of a word. Y/L/N included.

She was mildly shocked, Tom noticed her eyes slightly widen, if it was even possible to get any larger.

“Walk with me,” his lips curled into what he knew to be an inviting, benevolent smile.

“What?” Yaxley was perhaps even more shocked. “But Tom, we’re heading to lunch–”

But Yaxley was quickly interrupted by Tom’s cool voice, “Yes, I’m well aware, thank you, Yaxley.”

From the corner of his eyes, Tom watched Yaxley shrink smaller in between the shoulders of Lestrange and Black. Tom composed himself before flashing a smile down at Y/L/N once more.

“Transfiguration, was it?” he cocked a brow, offering his arm, “I’ll walk you.” He watched with great satisfaction at the shock that crossed her face, unaware that he had her schedule memorised.

She hesitated, her sharp eyes wavering in between Tom’s before landing on the three of his knights, still flabbergasted and taken by shock at the event that was unfolding in front of them. They all knew what this was. A private word with the Dark Lord himself. It was a praise, or a prestigious, private mission. Yaxley was barely standing upright, clinging onto his two friends as Y/L/N essentially got promoted before his eyes.

In the end, without a word, she placed her hand on his arm. An acceptance.

Tom smiled contently before swerving to his left. “Behave yourselves,” he raised a cautionary brow, leaving the three defeated shoulders.

Y/L/N was barely watching where she was headed as they navigated through the corridors, her eyes glued to the side of his face.  He bit down on his lips. And here he thought he was excellent at reading people. Her eyes revealed nothing, he noticed as he stole a glance from her. There was no infatuation, admiration, intrigue or curiosity. As if she were some sort of a soulless doll capable of perfectly mimicking human behaviour. It was not the kind of attention he was used to, and most comfortable with, if he had to admit.

“What are your thoughts on my knights, Y/L/N?” he decided to break the silence.

Tom thought he saw a slight crease appear in between her brows, momentarily before it disappeared. For once, her eyes left his features and trailed down his necktie in contemplation.

“They’re reckless.”

Her voice was breezy and composed, reminiscent of a ghost, almost translucent and serene.

Tom nodded contently at the astute observation she’s made. Chanting pureblood supremacy that loudly in midday was certainly not going to cast a positive light on any that associated with them.

“Why ask me?”

Tom cast a smirk down at her, knowing full well what she was asking. She tilted her head, inquiring, why was I chosen? Not Lestrange, not Malfoy, but me?

“Quiet people have the loudest minds,” Tom recited as if singing a tune. “Have you read Hawking? A muggle astrophysicist.”

Y/L/N’s brows furrowed, perhaps not even comprehending the word ‘astrophysicist’. She regretfully shook her head. “Sorry, no. I haven’t read many muggle authors.”

He hummed, having expected the answer. “Well, you will be learning about muggles, alright,” he murmured.

“You see, Y/L/N,” noting the confusion that was evident in her eyes, he glanced down at his watch and led her away from the crowd to a more secluded corner by the window, just by the stairs.

Ignoring her eyes that wearily watched the other students heading into Transfiguration class, he placed his palms on her arms.

“This is going to be a delicate mission,” he started, choosing the words carefully.

“The time has come for me to face my roots— essential to the direction of our future.”

His voice lowered to a whisper. “I need you to use this break to search about my father. His lineage, his whereabouts, everything.” He licked his lips briefly before continuing. “You can see how sensitive this information will be.”

Y/L/N pondered for a moment before nodding.

“I cannot leave this crucial task to those buffoons,” he cast a sideway glance to the direction they came from before his eyes trained on hers once more. “You would never disappoint me, Y/L/N, will you?”

Tom saw with satisfaction the surge of pride and determination in her narrowed eyes. She muttered, “I won’t, my Lord.”

He nodded contently and stood upright. “I will be looking out for your owl then,” he beamed at her as she walked off, disappearing into the Transfiguration classroom.

Yes, acknowledgement went far when it came to garnering your follower’s full dedication. Y/L/N will go far trying to prove herself better than any other followers. She was going to do anything within her power and connection to finish the job and succeed.

He sighed and turned on his heels, a proud smirk playing on his lips as he hummed the tune of Nous Noblesses Fières. The lonesome steps of his shoes echoing in the hallway as he congratulated himself on a job very well done.

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As he had expected, Y/L/N did not disappoint as an owl arrived a week before the spring semester began: a promise of what he had asked for in the claws of a barn owl.

Tom briskly walked towards the secluded section of the library, near the restricted section. His hands in his pockets, he sauntered through the shelves, peeking around the corners for any sign of Y/L/N. 

Tom backtracked when he spotted her, sitting and gazing out the window at the rain droplets that were meandering down the panes.

“Y/L/N?” he called out to her.

Tom couldn’t help the slight shock that surfaced in his raise of brows as Y/L/N turned her head. She looked drastically different. Barely recognisable, as her large eyes, embellished with dark eyeliner turned towards him. A tint of garnet was smeared on her lips. Even now as he stood by her, flabbergasted, her eyes softened into a smile that he had never seen on her before.

“What happened to her?” “I don’t know her anymore.” The murmurs and whispers of his knights returned to him. The school has been buzzing since the beginning of the term. It made sense, the kind of reaction that she elicited in his knights, Tom thought. People rarely managed to surprise him, but this– it was enough to elicit an amused smirk out of him at the mere fact that she managed to do so.

He approached the desk, “You look…” 

But, his voice soon trailed off at the sight that greeted him. As he rounded the table, Y/L/N’s uniform became more visible, revealing the skirt that came down to mid-thigh, much shorter than before. Her blouse, with the top buttons now unbuttoned, revealed her cleavage. Underneath the collars, Tom caught glimpses of a lacey black bra and a necklace, shaped like a robin taking flight.

He had been standing there for a while like a fool, a man outlandishly staring at the opening of her blouse before Y/L/N’s voice brought him out of his stupor.

There was a quiet “My Lord?” Tom had to shut his mouth close and tear his eyes away from her shirt’s opening.

He sat down across from her, trying to compose himself. He cleared his throat, “Right, your findings."

In her large eyes, he thought he saw a shimmer of amusement. Without breaking the gaze, she stood up to lean over the table. His heart began to hammer against his ribs at the sight of her cleavage mere inches from his face.

 “Are you finding my blouse distracting, My Lord?” she murmured in a hushed whisper, a smirk ghosting her maroon lips.

“No, of course not,” he responded, perhaps too quickly, hoping desperately that Y/L/N was not as observant as he deemed.

The luck, however, did not seem to be on his side. “If you say so,” with a slight shrug that indicated she wasn’t buying it, she leaned further towards him. Tom couldn’t help but grip the arms of his chair as he watched Y/L/N crawl over the table towards him. Painstakingly slow, like a feline predator that was inching around its prey.

Tom swallowed hard, wanting desperately to look around them for any passerbys, who would have certainly had a full view at underneath her skirt. Yet, as much as he willed himself, his eyes continued to flicker between her challenging gaze and the curves of her hips.

Soon enough, Y/L/N reached him across the table which felt too short yet too long. She slid herself down the desk and towered over him, laying her palm against his chest. Underneath her hand, his heart hammered away loud and fast. He parted his lips to protest, but no sound came, like his voice was taken away.

She inched closer towards him, and one by one, mounted her legs on his seat. Straddling his thighs, she cast her eyes down at him. His eyes darted back and forth panicked, searching for any signs of life that may be coming towards them by happenstance. 

“What are you–,” Tom breathed out, just to be cut short as Y/L/N began grinding against him.

“Your father is a muggle, named Tom Riddle sr.,” she started, speaking in that soft translucent voice. Puffs of her hot breaths reached his left ear and down his neck, sending a tingly sensation across his body. “Old money. Living with his grandparents in his manor,” she continued. There was something about a muggle village in Yorkshire. Something about an old Slytherin family in the area.

But for the life of Tom, he was barely staying focused enough to understand her words. His grip on the arm grew tighter, his knuckles turning white. He sighed deeply at her fingers that traced his cheekbones to his temple. His head dropped back against the chair, almost pleading to the heavens at her fingers that began running through his hair. He was just about keeping himself from returning the touch.

Y/L/N watched him underneath her through her lashes as his cheeks grew flustered. Her voice trailed off, leaving only the sound of his heavy breathing as his chest fell and rose. Tom did not dare close his eyes, watching her lips inch closer to his little by little, closing their gap. His grip loosened, and with his trembling hands, he slowly wrapped around Y/L/N’s waist. Her lips had never looked more enticing. Eager to devour them, Tom reached up to meet her lips, only for her to recoil at the last moment. Her heat had left him with a cool void. 

Y/L/N giggled. She was clearly enjoying this.

“I’ll tell you the rest soon,” she whispered excitedly, her eyes giving off another shimmer. “Meet me in my room tonight.” Her fingers delicately brushed the strands of his chestnut hair out of his face.

It was as if the voicebox had suddenly been returned to him, unbound by the spell. “What happened, Y/L/N?” he managed to breathe out.

Y/L/N certainly was not expecting his kind of reaction. Her expression clouded, staring at his expression that grew sober by the second at her hesitation. “Nothing,” was all she said after recovering from the shock.

This time, it was his turn to tilt his head, seeing right through her lies. Her fingers stopped twirling with his hair, and for a moment the two sat in each other’s embrace, waiting for the other to say anything.

His brows furrowed as he tried to put the pieces together. The eyeliner, sure. The lipstick, dismissible. But, this 180 degrees of change was… alarming. If he remembered it correctly, there were only a few things that could explain it – many of them unfavourable and troublesome to the adjustment of the developing mind of their age.

His hesitation to stop this heated moment grew into a conviction at the sight of her biting her lips. There was something clearly wrong that she was afraid to admit. As the leader, he had to be aware of any life-changing problems that his knights were facing. Problems that could become a liability to the entire cause, even those of his most competent ones. 

Intuiting that there was nothing more to be said or done, he patted her left thigh with a sigh. “Come to my room when you’re ready to talk,” he looked upright into her eyes.

Defeated, she slid off of him and stood up, quietly watching him pick up his satchel to leave. He gave a curt nod to her, and left the desk.

He was just about to round the corner of the shelf when she spoke up behind him.

“I hooked up.”

Tom slowly turned on his heels to face her, who was now refusing to meet his gaze. Her lips were pursed as if she had nothing more to say, staring out the corner of her eyes at the leg of the desk.

Her eyes flickered once to his to survey his reaction. “With muggles, for fun,” she murmured before growing silent once more.

Sexual liberation, then, he heaved a sigh. Things he had imagined were far worse. It was understandable, considering the repressive culture of the purebloods she grew up in. 

He approached the girl that was still squirming, ready to be scolded. Without the sexual boldness that drove her to the ecstasy of bringing men to her knees, she looked far smaller. He thought he was able to see the remnants of Y/L/N that he knew from before.

His fingers delicately tilted her chin up. Fear swirled those large doe eyes as they looked up at him. Pleading. Begging to still entrust her as one of his most trusted knights. 

“Come to my room tonight,” Tom murmured. His eyes flickered briefly to her lips, reminded by their close proximity of their heated exchange. “I’ll show you the real meaning of having fun.”

She allowed herself a sigh of relief, knowing that she was still in good standing.

Tom returned with a pat on her arm, his palm lingering. His eyes, however, gave a menacing glint one last time before leaving her with the words, “Don’t disappoint me, Y/L/N.”

A/N: So sorry this took so long! I hope you liked it :) Unlike my series dedicated to dom!Tom or sub!Tom, I wanted to try to balance both elements to illustrate the complex power dynamic between the reader and Tom. Sidenote: Apparently, most of the current British nobilities are descended from Norman-French origins (since the Duke William of Normandy defeated the Anglo-Saxon King in 1066). Which might also explain why the Black family's motto is French "Toujours Pur." So, decided to make their pureblood supremacist song French. Apologies if my French translation was inaccurate!

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[sasukeflavor]

the stone ocean fandom is dying.

repost if your a true stoner

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[toby-du-coeur]

au: they finally escape the maze and it's just....

inspiration

at the request of @dumb-bi-thomas

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[moumouton4]

When The New Greenie Helps || Newt x fem!reader

A/n : As you can see this was requested by a lovely person. Writing for people is an actual dream and I hope my work will please you all, and make other people want to send more request 💙💚

Masterlist ⚜

Warnings : So this is slightly it’s fluff, slighlty ansgty and a little bit smut not that much though as always nothing too graphic because I’m not good at writting this but with practice it’ll become easier. English isn’t my first language and this is my fourth fic

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

Words count : 2020

An elevator, a big metallic noise, a blinding light and boys screaming, we know the music. You were the first one to arrive in the glade, along with Gally, Alby, Minho and Newt. It must have been at least 3 years that you lived in this green jail surrounded by all the boys that arrived every month.

Being a girl ( if you're not a girl / woman I'm really sorry but I didn't have more details of course if I knew I'd adapt it ) in the glade wasn't supposed to be that easy, but you were Y/n, you were independent and most of all super badass. You were one of the runners before, you ran fast and unfortunately one day you were not fast enough. After your injury Minho knowing you were a great asset and one of his best friend, decided to redirect you to the gardeners. But the badass that you are is very independent so if a slicer or anyone needed help you'll gladly go and help him.

A week later, you had become quite comfortable with the gardens. You had the opportunity to get to know better the shy, but mostly second-in-command, Newt. He, like the other boys, had no memory of ever having known girls and his very reserved behavior in your presence reinforced your intuition. He knew how to be authoritative when he had to be. Sometimes you could hear his British accent ringing out from the other end of the glade and it thrilled you, you kind of wanted him to be like that with you too. Just to know what it would feel like for once to take orders instead of giving them.

You and Newt became very close over the months, he spent a lot of time in the garden saying it helped him relax and all but little did you know that it was you who brought a smile to his face every time you talked. You were the keeper of the gardeners so you spent most of your time in the gardens tending the crops. Except once a month when a new boy arrived. This was an initiative of Gally's, who was tired of having to deal with scary, whiny boys - as he put it - who ran around until they were breathless. Of course you had gladly accepted, since you were no longer a runner you had to prove your worth in other areas and welcoming new greenies was one of them. Newt's eyes would crinkle every time he heard one of the boys call you when a newcomer arrived. He thought it was because he wanted to protect you but little did he know that it was his jealousy that was speaking. The man was in love with you and you were oblivious maybe as much as him about your feelings towards him and even when you're badass you don't go spilling your feelings to your crush.

You and Newt were in the gardens that day when the sky was a clear blue when you heard Billy yell "Y/n a new greenie is coming ! Y/n !". You barely had time to look at each other sheepishly before cutting your conversation short and heading for the cage. Once in front of it, you had time to watch the boys open it and Gally jump in. You waited for him to ask you to come over as usual but a boy came running out. It wasn't Gally, the boys started laughing but to your surprise you looked at him from head to toe and "Oh boy he is fast" you though. You looked at Minho who had just returned from his rounds and he seemed to be thinking the same thing.

The moment you heard Gally swear you knew it was time for you to catch up with that human rocket and reassure him a little. You looked at Newt and told him you'd be back soon. His heart swelled with love for you and he just told you to go chuckling at the freightened boy.

You ran towards the boy, he was fast but you were experienced. Of course you couldn't risk running through the maze anymore, but you were still able to run fast, very fast indeed. You were lucky when the boy ran into one of the walls and turned around to find you right behind him. He was out of breath because of all his emotions while you were barely warmed up. "Please can you stop with already I've got work to do" you said trying to sound as much friendly as you could though living in the glade since this long wasn't helping with it.

"Where the hell am I ?!? And who are you ?!?" he was almost yelling at this point. "Oie boy calm down you're in the glade here and I'm Y/n ( almost wrote my name ) no one want you any harm here" you said slowly extending your hand towards him, which he took with a little hesitation "Thomas" he said you smiled and you took the opportunity to step forward a little more and take him in your arms gently patting his back, he was taller than you but you couldn’t care less "Everything is going to be okay Thomas"

"We are really lucky to have her she is a real magician with these boys" Gally said to Minho and Newt. The latter was clenching his knuckles turning white, yep he was definitely jealous. Gally grabbed Chuck's arm as he jumped around, excited that he was no longer the new greenie in the glade. "Let's get back to work everyone because... tonight it's bonfire night" he said smirking and all the boys cheered running back to their works... all of them except Newt who was watching from afar. He shouldn't be worrying right ?

He shouldn't be but that was without counting on Thomas' tactile side. Of course you were okay with this and you were kind of happy that for once someone here was as touchy as you. Everything was platonic of course, a pat on the back, a hug to say hello, holding each other by the shoulders, ruffling his hair if he was worried... and it was only one day ! Newt seriously wondered what he was witnessing and little did you know that he was burning inside, burning for your love but also burning from jealousy at the sight of this burgeoning friendship.

The evening fell quickly for you when for Newt the day was bloody endless. But for all the other boys it was time to celebrate. Indeed, with each new arrival an evening around the bonfire was organized, Frypan making the fanciest food - within the means of the glade - that he could and Gally preparing his home-made alcohol the famous mead. Thomas' arrival would be no exception so bonfire night it'll be. Everyone was sitting with their circle of friends so you found yourself sitting on logs with Gally, Minho, Newt and of course the newcomer - to Newt's displeasure - Thomas. Don't get him wrong, he thought Thomas was a really nice guy and all but when he was near you, his mind was clouded by jealousy and he was afraid he would lose you to Thomas who was much more courageous than he was when it comes to you.

Gally made us taste a new version of his mead recipe and I took the glass he offered me drinking it in one go "Gally... this is really strong really good but really strong do you think they'll be able to handle it ?" I asked him as he passed a glass to Thomas which he drank just as quickly "Fucking hell this is burnin' the hell outa me !" the new greenie screamed before Gally even got a chance to answer me. We all laughed even Minho who was on the floor totally drunk. Newt, as for him looked at me, he had tasted Gally's mead but not enough to be drunk, he wanted to talk to you but he was waiting for the right moment.

But of course fucking Thomas had to lazily wrap his arm around your shoulder before leaning over and whispering something in your ear, you looked briefly at Newt and chuckled nervously at his stare. Thomas was right he was looking at you with a deep gaze. Thomas told you to talk to him to which you shook your head and faced him. He frowned everyone described you as the badass, the tough girl of the group and you couldn't go talk to Newt... unless... "Wait you love him ?" you blushed furiously ( My stupid white skin can't blush so it's weird for me to write this lmao ) "Oh no I can't believe it so this is why he was staring at me like he wanted to kill me" he barks out a laugh before getting up and lifting you by the shoulders. And just when Newt thought he couldn't see any redder, he saw him push you towards him "I think you both need to talk" Thomas said. Newt got up and blame it on the alcohol if you want, he felt brave enough to ask you to follow him. It was now or never.

So you walked away from the group behind the forest in a kind of plain that is hollow in one place. Convenient to lie down in if needed. "So what were we supposed to talk about-" you began before being cut off by Newt who sounded a bit on the edge "Do you like Thomas ?" it sounded almost accusatory.

"I beg your pardon I only know him from today and-" you tried to answer but he cut you off again and it was getting on your nerves "It's not what you were letting on-"

"Am I not allowed to have friends here ?!?" you started to sound pissed.

"Not the one you bloody touch all day !"

You took a step towards him you were smaller but you didn't care "And why's that ?" you dared to ask.

"Because you don't touch me that way" his voice died when he realized what he had just said.

Your eyes widened at this leaving you speechless, you saw him wave his hands and take a few steps back as he pulled away. Your ability to speak returned and your legs brought you back to his side "Maybe because I'd like to touch you in another way Newt" you sternly said. The badass was back hell yeah.

He gulped at that holding back a groan, he turned red in the stillness of the night and you took the initiative by getting on your tiptoes to kiss him.

He responded after realizing what was happening, his hands grabbing your hips and pulling you closer to him. At the same time you both bent your heads to deepen the kiss leading to your noses to colide. You both chuckled and he took the opportunity to slide his tongue in your mouth slowly backing you up towards the nearest tree. Once leaning against it, he put his hands under your thighs carrying you between him and the tree. You wrapped your legs around his waist, you could feel him against you and it was driving you mad. He grunted at the friction and pulled his head back slightly so he could look you in the eye. "Are you sure this is what you want Love ? We can stop here I won't love you less-"

You freed yourself from his grip and pushed him against the tree, rubbing against him as you said this "Do you think I'm here because I don't want too greenie" you smirked.

...

"After all, Thomas' arrival was not such a bad thing" thought Newt as he watched your form lying in the grass looking at the hickeys he made on your neck. Little did he know you were thinking the exact same about the ones you made on him.

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A/n : I hope you liked it and thank you for following me into my madness 😂 Feel free to request me things 💜💛

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[mystic-hyuck]

hii! if requests are open could i get a minho(tmr) and reader where she hated him and gets drunk and is really clingy with him??(just admiring his hands, sitting on his lap, whining when she doesnt get attention) and hes just confused yet smirking while everyone teases them?? the next day she doesnt remember and is confused why everyones teasing her and she asks minho why?? and its really cute and embarrassing? Thanks 💕

a/n - omg omg omg I'm so sorry this took me way longer than intended to answer but I love this request so much thank you! I hope this is what you wanted <3

requests are definitely open and I'll try to be as quick as I can when it comes to answering them! I write for a LOT of fandoms so feel free to suggest any you like and I'll let you know whether I can write it for you or not! enjoy and have a wonderful day :))

a drunk mind speaks a sober heart (minho x fem!reader)

w/c - 1933

notes - y/n's a clingy drunk and minho isn't expecting her pent up affection, good old enemies to lovers

warnings - mentions of headaches, drinking and alcohol, hangovers and acting drunk haha but nothing too bad at all

Y/N had always hated Minho. There was no real reason behind it, but whenever they were near each other there always seemed to be tension between them. He had always seemed standoffish and condescending to her, and she'd always seemed needy and selfish to him. Both of them knew that there was no real basis to form these assumptions off of, and it was perhaps jealously causing them to be in denial of their attraction to one another, but they were both too petty and stubborn to choose to see their hatred for each other in another light.

The Gladers were throwing their own version of a party this night, gathered around a roaring bonfire to celebrate the arrival of the newest Greenie. Gally had brought out his most recent batch of moonshine and Y/N was grateful as she arrived, having worked a bit later than usual in the gardens. She grabbed the nearest flask, taking a seat next to Newt, one of her close friends and the number 1 Minho and Y/N shipper.

Before she could comprehend what she was doing, Y/N had downed probably one too many drinks. Her mind was fuzzy, but she enjoyed the pleasant feeling, a welcome break from her stressful week. She found herself walking over to her sworn enemy, who watched her cautiously and confused.

"Move over Minho," she whined, gently shoving him to the side. He moved over, allowing her room to sit beside him. He had never seen someone this drunk off of Gally's concoction before, and he had never seen Y/N act so disheveled. He smirked, watching as she rubbed her eyes, before reaching for Minho's own flask of moonshine.

He was quick to pull it out of her grasp, setting it on the floor beside him. Her hand landed on his instead of the flask, and she scowled at him, not moving her hand away.

"I was going to have some of that," she pouted, and Minho ignored the flutter in his chest at her actions.

His smirk slowly spread into a grin. "I don't think you need anymore of that tonight, princess."

The heat rose to Y/N's cheeks immediately at the pet name. She bowed her head towards the ground, trying to hide her blush. Minho laughed at her antics.

"You have nice hands," he heard Y/N say quietly after a moment of silence, grasping his hand that he had forgotten was still touching hers. "They're rough, but that just shows how hard you work." She giggled softly as she turned his hand around in hers, and Minho swore his heart melted on the spot.

"God, how much of that did you actually drink? You never act like this around me, princess."

She giggled again, a little louder this time. "Stop calling me that!" She protested, although her grin contradicted her words.

He looked up at the other Gladers and noticed Newt watching the both of them, smirking. He drew his hand away from hers slowly, still a little confused and convinced Y/N was thinking he was somebody else. Her face slowly morphed into a frown.

"Minhooo," she drew out, reaching across him for his hand again.

Nope, she definitely didn't think he was someone else. So why was she acting like this?

He laughed, stretching his arm away from her as far as he could. She reached across him to grab his arm and pull it back towards her.

"That wasn't nice." Now satisfied she had his hand in hers, she interlocked her fingers with his, surprising him slightly as she scooted closer to where he was sitting.

They sat in comfortable silence for a while, Minho now choosing to ignore the confusing looks and teasing smirks from the other Gladers at the unlikely pair.

After a while Y/N began to yawn, her eyes fighting to stay open. Before long Minho felt her lean her head against his shoulder, and the butterflies had definitely made their way to his stomach as he watched her. Why was he feeling like this about her?

"I think you should go to sleep now, princess." He said to her quietly, giving her hand a gentle squeeze as he looked down at her.

"Mm, but I'm comfy here and I don't want to walk," she replied, as she swung her legs to rest on top of his, her head resting against his chest. She was basically sitting on his lap, and Minho was slightly less surprised by the random show of affection at this point, and laughed softly as he gently tapped her calf.

"Come on, you're tired and I don't want to have to carry you out of here."

She giggled. "But you're so strong."

He sighed, hooking his arms under her knees and the small of her back. "You're lucky I'm feeling nice tonight."

He carried her away from the fire into the homestead building, setting her down gently on top of her bed.

"You know, you're pretty cute," her eyes were half closed and her words were slurred slightly, but still intelligible.

He laughed, sitting down beside her on the bed as he tried to coax her under the blanket. He knew she was going to have one hell of a hangover the next morning, and the more sleep she could get the better she'd feel. "You're pretty cute too."

"I wish you didn't hate me sometimes. Because I think I like you a lot." She beamed at him, placing a hand on his cheek. The action left him frozen for a moment in shock, warmth rising to his cheeks.

She leaned towards him, and his racing heart was all he could focus on. He hadn't realised the effect she'd had on him this whole time, from the moment they'd met. He hadn't realised until this moment how much he really wanted to kiss her, wanted to close the gap between them and press his lips to hers.

But he couldn't. She was drunk, and hadn't had an outlet for her affection in a long time. He was just conveniently there in the moment, and it would be more than wrong to take advantage of her current state.

He tilted his head up to press an affectionate kiss on her forehead, standing up and pulling the blanket over her as she laid on her bed, sleep finally taking over. He smiled softly at the sight, cursing himself in his mind for not noticing just how lively she was in the past. He could've taken the time to get to know her, to be on the receiving end of her charming personality and endearment all the time rather than when just when she was drunk. He had never regretted anything more in his life, swearing to himself he would begin to act kinder towards her in hopes to salvage what could at least be a proper friendship between them.

"I think I like you a lot too."

~

Y/N woke up to an intense throbbing feeling in her forehead and a sick feeling settling in her stomach. The Homestead was fairly empty, except for a few sleepy stragglers. She figured after the big night prior everyone would take it fairly easy for the day.

And it certainly must have been a big night, as she could barely pull together any coherent memories of exactly what happened.

She squinted as she stepped outside, the sky clear and showing no mercy as the sunlight blinded her almost instantly.

She sat by the remains of the fire from the night before, nibbling at as much of her breakfast she could stomach. Newt approached her, his own breakfast in hand as he sat beside her.

"Morning, Sleeping Beauty," he greeted with a smug smirk. "Where's your Prince Charming, Princess?" He asked in a mocking tone, and the nickname sounded awfully too familiar.

"What are you going on about, Newt?"

His grin widened. "Maybe you should ask Minho."

Her heart dropped.

"You never act like this around me, Princess."

She was mortified as she began to remember snippets of the night before. Alcohol had never sat very well in her system, and it didn't take much to bring out a different side of her.

Newt just chuckled as she watched her expression turn from annoyed to terrified. "Don't worry Y/N, Minho didn't look like he minded."

She just glared at him as he stood to leave, clapping her shoulder as he spoke.

What on earth had she done? And to Minho too? Although she spent most of everyday trying to convince herself just how much she hated him, she couldn't help but feel attracted to him at the same time. She was just praying that she hadn't been too open about her hidden feelings.

~

Minho approached her as she cradled her head in her hands, trying to suppress both her headache and her anxiety about what she might've said.

"Hey."

Her heart dropped. He was the last person she wanted to see, even without the ruthless teasing of the other Gladers leaving you confused and horrified of what could possible have happened the night before.

"Uh, hi." She gave him a small smile as he sat down beside her. He looked at her almost cautiously, wondering how much of the last night she actually remembered.

She noticed his lingering stare, the stress of everything becoming too much. She just needed to get the embarrassing part out of the way as soon as she could.

"Ok, I can't stand this anymore, how bad was it?"

Minho directed his gaze at the ground, a small smile appearing on his face. "Um, I wasn't expecting it?"

She felt her cheeks heat up from shame and guilt at his reply. "I don't remember exactly what happened, but I'm so sorry for whatever I did Minho."

"No, no! Please don't apologise, you did nothing wrong. If anything, I like the clingy side of you."

"Clingy?!" she exclaimed, and Minho chuckled. She covered her face with her hands and groaned. Minho moved a bit closer, turning to face her as he gently pried her hands from her face, taking them in his. His affection confused her, but she can't say the contact disappointed her.

"You know, they say drunken words are sober thoughts," he spoke, and she laughed.

"Well, I have absolutely no idea what I said so you're going to have to elaborate a bit."

He smiled. "Y/N, I- uh, I really like you. I don't know why I've acted so coldly towards you this whole time but please trust me when I say it's one of my biggest regrets. You're so smart and funny and hard-working, and I wish I hadn't just kept telling myself the only thing I felt for you was hate. I hope you'll give me a second chance to make it up to you."

She smiled up at him, touched and surprised by his sudden confession, all embarrassment from before having disappeared. With a spur of confidence she leaned towards him, pressing her lips against his for a moment. He was shocked for a second, before collecting himself and moving his hand to cradle the back of her head and the other moving to her cheek, leaning deeper into the kiss. They pulled away after a few moments, short of breath as she leant her forehead against his.

"I'll give you all the chances you need. But you're going to need to tell me exactly what I did last night so the embarrassment doesn't eat me alive."

a/n - thank you so much for requesting! requests are open as always and thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed!!

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[friendlyneighborhoodcapricorn]

Hi, could you please do a match up with OBX, TMR, Arcane, and MCU

Pronouns are she/her, I’m bisexual and I’m a Virgo with an INFP-T

I’m white and have freckles on my nose that are very much clear in the summer, my eyes are a sky type of blue and I have wavy hair that I cut to below my jaw and dyed strawberry blonde (originally a sandy blonde) and I have a normal body that has some stretch marks, scars, and birthmarks, I have three big birthmarks, one on my hip two on my back. I switch between a girlie style, a lazy style, or a bohemian style, I wear my keys on a necklace that I normally never take off, I wear bracelets that I make (normally out of string) and I wear a metal ring on my middle finger

I tend to not talk to people unless either I’m comfortable, I’m with someone who I know, the person seems nice, or I get approached first. When I’m around people I’m used to I’m very wild and tend to do really random and sometimes stupid things, I tend to befriend people who are either very quiet, or very loud. I sometimes try to make jokes and they either are funny or really bad, I suck at comforting with words but I’m good at physical comfort, I’m not one to get angry but I do get annoyed, I rarely yell, and I get insecure about whether or not people actually want to be my friend

I enjoy writing and drawing, playing volleyball, I am a good baker, and I enjoy thinking about scenarios to write

Thank you

Hi! Thanks for the request :)

For TMR, I match you with...

Thomas

Thomas is very much like you, a little quiet and maybe even awkward at first, but an absolute goofball when you get to know him

He laughs at all your jokes, even the bad ones

You get into all sorts of trouble together

For OBX, I match you with...

John B

You two are the undefeated beach volleyball couple

Getting into stupid things together

Having competitions about who can make the worst joke

For the MCU, I match you with...

Peter Parker

He loves reading anything you wrote. Literally, you could write a grocery list, and he'd still love it

It took a while before the two of you started talking, and it probably took someone else entirely to introduce the two of you

You were totally the first person to figure out he was Spider-Man. You didn't discover it, you actually figured it out. Mostly because Peter isn't as subtle as he thinks he is

And finally, for Arcane, I match you with...

Vi

She loves your baking, first of all, but aslo: she will call you every baking-related nickname under the sun to the point of ridiculousness (for example, one minute she's calling you cupcake or muffing, and then it starts escalating until she just straight-up calls you "flour")

Your jokes are just about the only thing that can actually startle a laugh out of her

If you ever give her one of your string bracelets, you can bet she never takes it off

There you go! I hope you enjoyed it, and have a lovely day/night :)

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[neptunesailing]

m-may I request a madara in celebration of my new (temporary) theme and the new double face mv?? hope you get better from being sick, btw!!! 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏💖💖💖💖💖💖💖🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶 don't rush on this,,, and take all the time you need!!!! rest well!!!!! :333

(cw: eyestrain)

bye bye buddy~

#cw: eyestrain #nep draws things #enstars #ensemble stars #sketch #madara mikejima #nep does requests #nep answers #inbox: silvers-numberonefan #AURGHARH mama is kinda hard to draw but hes so fuuuuuun hrhrh this was very fun to draw esp since im working with more yellows #which i dont do often! its a bit difficult to work with since it usually doesnt make other colors that flattering but i got thru it!!! #i hope i did mama justice btw kjsdhfskhfjkshdfkjhkjshdf #oaurhjg i just hope that my motivation stays throughout this week.. i wont be able to do anything tmr sadly. and school is coming soon.dies #also TYTYTYT im feelign much better now :D!!

[freedomfireflies]

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.

~ Other Dylan Blurbs

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[islayhawkin]

Masterlist

Last updated: 6.02.24

fluff = 💕 hurt/comfort = 🫂 angst = 😔

Sherlock Holmes | BBC

Denial 💕😔

Remus Lupin | Harry Potter

coming soon

Ominis Gaunt | Hogwarts legacy

Capable of love 🫂😔

Sleep 🫂

Newt | Maze Runner

Let me help you 🫂💕

Let me take care of you 🫂😔

Jack Dawkins | The artful dodger

Rescue 😔

Could that be enough? - asexual 🫂

Compliment 💕

Savior 🫂😔

Nikolai Lantsov | Grishaverse

Coming soon

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[sososcareds]

2 month redraw ^-^ [original under cut]

#theta--art #ms paint #megaman #megaman classic #elecman #OKAY that will be the last sketch for today. i drew soso much. #requests r still open but if i get any more ill do them tmr ^-^ #okay. goodnight