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Young Love (Newt x Reader) [Valentines day special!]
a/n; happy valentines day! again, apologies for being a day late, my 14th was so hectic i only returned home very late.. still, hope you will like it! also based on Peculiar xx
warnings: fluff
words; 1185
prompt; given by @myrtus-amongst-the-stars ;
Hogwarts!Newt x reader having potions class….and they were brewing amortentia;
The dungeons
held a strong scent of mold and dry herbs- most likely due to the damp walls –
and you scrunched your nose displeased. You never liked the smell, and by the
looks of it neither did Kevin – his normally friendly expression was twisted
with annoyance as he stood beside you near the entrance of the class. Potions. Whilst Eveline was rejoicing
somewhere near Leroy and clapping her lashes as she awed at the array of
potions the professor was showing off, your gaze wandered to the very end of
the line where a patch of yellow decked Hufflepuff’s stood curiously watching
the presentation.
Your eyes
caught an awkward student with fiery hair that glimmered in the faint light.
Newt Scamander wore a soft frown: his brows were kitted in concentration, dew
dotting his forehead, as he grasped the leather crested tomb in his hand, just
like the rest of students watching the professor show the liquids swirling in
silver and glass containers. Suddenly, as if feeling your eyes on him, his gaze
shifted to you. You grinned. Newt smiled back shyly before shifting from foot
to foot and glancing away with a light rosy blush blooming over his cheeks.
so sorry everyone! i completely forgot today was valentines day! I have a special and everything…will post it tomorrow, again, sorry, i was just so busy today it completely slipped my mind… love you all, hope you had/will have a great day! xx
premise;an ex cop by the name of (Name) (Lastname) sets out on a journey to find her brother, Mara, her long and difficult path leading her to Rick Grimes and before she knows it straights into Negan’s arms.
An image of
a bright, grinning face flashed before your eyes as you struggled to catch your
breath.
“Fear is inevitable. You can’t out
run it. You can’t hide from it. It clings to your very skin, to your bones, to
your hair and invades your mind like rat poison or those shitty drugs you used
to use. You. Cant. Escape. Fear….But see, the trick is you don’t have to. You
don’t need to. Let it consume you. Surrender becomes power. You have nothing to
fear if you fear everything. That itself is a paradox. If everything scares you
then nothing will. Let it take over. Submit. Stare it in the eyes and don’t
look away. Don’t try to tame it. Let it take over.”
The ground
smelled of rotting flesh and dry leafs as you huffed through the humid forest
thanking whoever was listening that these tall dark trees provided a cool
enough shade. Your skin was oily and dirty, your own dried blood sticking to
your hair and face like glue. Wiping a layer of sweat off your forehead, you
stopped moving to listen if anything or anyone was loitering about. It was
deadly silent, minus a couple of chirping birds and tall rustling grass. Your
sweaty palm clenched the handle of the hatchet. Despite feeling light-headed, you
pushed forward.
warnings; none premise;
An aloof, though kind, Gryffindor Quidditch player with an attention span that of a gold fish catches the eye of one extremely shy Hufflepuff that promises her to show all of Hogwarts’s magical creatures in an attempt to show off.
Requested by
stimahagen <3 Prompt:
Could you please make a Joker imagine? Where he kind of tastes his own medicine when he falls in love with a girl (the reader) who isn’t able to love. She is very similar to the Joker in many ways, a bit crazy..😂❤
The
Joker stared into your eyes, his hand caressing your cheek as he cupped it and
pulled you closer. His emotions raged from sadness to mad love and even anger,
whilst yours staid eerily the same: a lovely plastic smile, bright (colour)
eyes without an ounce of warmth and a ticked brow that tried to mimic
innocents. Somewhere in Gotham city a police car started to whale. The wind
caressed your thighs as the two of you stood on an empty roof of a lone ten
story building. The cash, your cash, laid in bags you had carried here from the
nearest bank before running into him.
He
whispered your name, it rolling off his tongue in a fluent manner which would
have made your heart skip if you had one. He was desperate for a reaction and
near frustrated he sneered and leaned in, his hot breath fanning your lips,
“Tell me…dollface. Do you…feel, what I feel?” a smirk pulled on the corner of
his lip, “Do you…want to be mine?”
Your
fingers danced on his chest before your palm came to rest on his heart. You
grinned, “Don’t you…know that the only thing loves gonna do is make you hurt? Sorry,
Puddin’, not interested in anything you have to offer.”
The
heat of the room and his body made light sweat brake on your forehead as you
lazily inhaled the musky perfumed air and relaxed into the sheets, your head
tilted to the side to watch some old drama on TV. Sam Winchester laid atop you,
his head nestled between your nude breasts as he hummed, kissing the crease
between them. He then lifted his head just a bit, locks of messy brown hair
tickling your nipple. His golden brown irises found your and he grinned.
“Can
we just…stay like this forever?” He asked, his voice rasp with sleep. You
sighed softly, your fingers coming to tickle his dewy cheek before running
through his hair as you said nothing but admired him. Lastly, once the drama
cut to break, you cracked a shy smile and nodded.
“Don’t
have to tell me twice.” You replied, earning a chuckle from him that riddled
your whole body. Sam captured your lips in a quick kiss before his hands
clasped your sides and he rolled over, now bringing you atop.
of course! i love Newt! but i must admit, i’m a bit iffy now…i just feel like i did all i could with the character after peculiar. granted i still love him. i’m just going through a phase similar to when i quit writing for the joker since i just completely emptied by bowl of inspo on the character…still! i have a short mini series with newt i’m working on. apologies if it takes too long… xx
