Nude Meetings

Title: Nude Meetings
Author: 0ut0f_MyMind
Rating: Teen and Up Audiences
Warnings: None Apply
Completed: Yes
Word count: 1000
Summary: Bitty really loved windows. Except for when, you know, you’re bare-ass naked dancing to Beyonce fresh out of the shower, and suddenly you see another naked man staring at you from the building right across the alley.

Most memorable line: “My name is Jack, actually,”

It was written

Newt meets a fellow author at a book signing, and they hit it off

Newt x reader

Master list

Originally posted by newtspatronum


Newt wandered down the cobbled streets of diagon alley, his book tucked protectively under his arm and an innocent brown leather case in his long fingered hand. The cobbles were slick under foot, from the nights rain. The sun that now shone weakly through the light mist, cast endless rainbows, a full spectrum of colour scattering across the old cobbled streets. As Newt made his way to flourish and blotts, for a rare book signing.

Almost hopping up the stone steps, before he pushed the door open, the bells tinkling announcing his arrival.

“ah Newtown my boy.’ The elderly  gentleman gingerly made his way down from the precariously wobbling ladder that lead to the utter most shelves of the over stocked book shop, where newt had spent hours hiding on many a shopping trip in his youth.

“always good to see you, lad. Theirs someone I’d like you to meet, I think you’ll get along.’ The slightly withered manager, grasped his hand, shaking it the entire time that he had been talking.

Curious by nature, newt raised his eyebrows questioningly. As a young lady meandered into the shop, from the back room.

“ah, there she is, Newton, this is y/n y/l/n’ Newt froze, his eyes wide. It couldn’t be, surely not, y/n y/l/n, the famed herbologist, whose work with plants both magical and nonmagical, had aided him in a great many situations while he was out in the field. This was the woman who had brought medical herbology  on leaps and bounds, her research alone, had allowed newt to create a great many salves and ointments for his creatures, and here she was. Standing right in front of him, a slightly perplexed but intrigued look on her pretty face, and all newt could do was stand there gaping like an idiot, opening and closing his mouth like a fish.

Gathering what little of his sense he had left, he raised his hand for her to shake. Her hand was soft, though newt could feel a few small raised scars scattered across her skin.

“it’s not Newton Scamander, is it?’ she asked sceptically, a ray of hope in her voice. He nodded ‘please, call me newt’ a little confused, before she seemed to almost overflow with excitement.

“oh my goodness, your book, your research into magical beasts, is astounding, the work that you did with billywigs, helped me to discover the pollination methods of several plant species. I have wanted to pick your brain for years.’ She tailed off her delighted ramblings, her cheeks flushing a lovely shade of pink in embarrassment.

Newt couldn’t quite believe his ears, he was utterly flustered as butterflies fluttered about his stomach. His own cheeks undoubtedly a deep tomato red, as he sputtered out his deep thanks. 

The bell above the door tinkled, announcing the arrival of the first customers. Newt thanked Merlin for saving him anymore embarrassment, as the pair were ushered to their tables, where their books were piled high in teetering stacks.

 Newt peeped around the heap of “fantastic beasts and where to find them’ to find y/n doing the same, he held back his laughter, as the first person approached his table, only to hear a faint giggling from behind the pile of books, as he signed his well-practiced autograph, a secret smile playing at his lips.

The day went on in much the same way, stealing glances between autographs and exchanging shy smiles, before burying their flushing faces back into their books.

Newt’s heart only grew for this amazing woman, as a little girl with wild curly hair, held a puffapod tentatively in her hands, shyly approached her table. Y/n gladly crouched by her side for her father to take a picture of the plant loving pair, before embracing her tightly, as she beamed with pride. Handing the girl a small piece of parchment before she slipped her hand in her fathers, and skipped out of the door.

It was growing dark, and the crowds in the usually bustling streets were thinning, finally Newt gathered his courage, and approached y/n. “I was wondering if you would like to join me on my rounds, the beasts will be getting peckish by now.’ Her bright eyes widened, a breath taking smile on her face, ‘really?’ she whispered in awe, Newt nodded with a light chuckle, ‘yes of course, that would be wonderful.

Newt took  her hand a little nervously, before lifting the silk lined lid of his case.


Have a great day and be safe


Your first date with Newt Scamander would include

Originally posted by hardyness

Anonymous asked OMG I need more Newt fanfics in my life! Can you do what your first date with him would include?

  • Him shyly asking if you wanted to get dinner with him. And you ask if it’s a date, and he hesitates, but says (avoiding eye contact) yes.
  • You wearing a huge scarf that almost swamps you and he thinks it’s adorable.
  • Him picking you up from your apartment and the two of you walk to the restaurant.
  • The two of you talking softly about work, and Newt’s admiring how you look out of the corners of his eyes.
  • Him offering you the seat, all gentlemanly like, at the table.
  • Newt talks about his passion for animals, and you just sit there, smiling shyly at how adorable your date is.
  • Once you get your foods and are eating, you ask him if his food is good. He lifts his fork up and says “Open wide?” Blushing, you try his food and offer him some of yours.
  • Him asking you if you’d like dessert or not. As it turns out, both of you couldn’t really afford two of the fancy cakes, so you share one.
  • He lets you eat the last bite of cake, off his fork.
  • The two of you talk and take a stroll under the bright lights of New York.
  • You get a little chilly and scoot closer to Newt. He asks if you’re cold and before you can answer, swishes off his coat and gives it to you. And on top of that, he wraps his scarf around your neck, over the other one.
  • You notice his scarf smells slightly musky, like hay and dust.
  • Newt asks if he can hold your hand, and you say yes. He takes your hand and slips it into his pocket, keeping both of your hands warm.
  • Once you’re done with your walk, you make your way back to your house, still talking about animals.
  • Him sweetly asking if he can kiss you.
  • You standing on tip toes to kiss him.
  • He wraps his arms around your waist, and you gently pet his hair. His lips are warm and yours are cool.
  • The date ends with him asking if he can show you his animals tomorrow, and you say yes.
  • Newt watches you walk up to your apartment, smiling a bashful smile and rubbing his neck, thinking, “I think that first day went rather well indeed.”

“I want you to tell me about every person you’ve ever been in love with.
Tell me why you loved them,
then tell me why they loved you.

Tell me about a day in your life you didn’t think you’d live through.
Tell me what the word home means to you
and tell me in a way that I’ll know your mother’s name
just by the way you describe your bedroom
when you were eight.

See, I want to know the first time you felt the weight of hate,
and if that day still trembles beneath your bones.

Do you prefer to play in puddles of rain
or bounce in the bellies of snow?
And if you were to build a snowman,
would you rip two branches from a tree to build your snowman arms
or would leave your snowman armless
for the sake of being harmless to the tree?
And if you would,
would you notice how that tree weeps for you
because your snowman has no arms to hug you
every time you kiss him on the cheek?

Do you kiss your friends on the cheek?
Do you sleep beside them when they’re sad
even if it makes your lover mad?
Do you think that anger is a sincere emotion
or just the timid motion of a fragile heart trying to beat away its pain?

See, I wanna know what you think of your first name,
and if you often lie awake at night and imagine your mother’s joy
when she spoke it for the very first time.

I want you to tell me all the ways you’ve been unkind.
Tell me all the ways you’ve been cruel.
Tell me, knowing I often picture Gandhi at ten years old
beating up little boys at school.

If you were walking by a chemical plant
where smokestacks were filling the sky with dark black clouds
would you holler “Poison! Poison! Poison!” really loud
or would you whisper
“That cloud looks like a fish,
and that cloud looks like a fairy!”

Do you believe that Mary was really a virgin?
Do you believe that Moses really parted the sea?
And if you don’t believe in miracles, tell me —
how would you explain the miracle of my life to me?

See, I wanna know if you believe in any god
or if you believe in many gods
or better yet
what gods believe in you.
And for all the times that you’ve knelt before the temple of yourself,
have the prayers you asked come true?
And if they didn’t, did you feel denied?
And if you felt denied,
denied by who?

I wanna know what you see when you look in the mirror
on a day you’re feeling good.
I wanna know what you see when you look in the mirror
on a day you’re feeling bad.
I wanna know the first person who taught you your beauty
could ever be reflected on a lousy piece of glass.

If you ever reach enlightenment
will you remember how to laugh?

Have you ever been a song?
Would you think less of me
if I told you I’ve lived my entire life a little off-key?
And I’m not nearly as smart as my poetry
I just plagiarize the thoughts of the people around me
who have learned the wisdom of silence.

Do you believe that concrete perpetuates violence?
And if you do —
I want you to tell me of a meadow
where my skateboard will soar.

See, I wanna know more than what you do for a living.
I wanna know how much of your life you spend just giving,
and if you love yourself enough to also receive sometimes.
I wanna know if you bleed sometimes
from other people’s wounds,
and if you dream sometimes
that this life is just a balloon —
that if you wanted to, you could pop,
but you never would
‘cause you’d never want it to stop.

If a tree fell in the forest
and you were the only one there to hear —
if its fall to the ground didn’t make a sound,
would you panic in fear that you didn’t exist,
or would you bask in the bliss of your nothingness?

And lastly, let me ask you this:

If you and I went for a walk
and the entire walk, we didn’t talk —
do you think eventually, we’d… kiss?

No, wait.
That’s asking too much —
after all,
this is only our first date.”

—  Andrea Gibson
The Signs as first dates

Aries: Red-hot blushes // sweaty palms // deafening laughter

Taurus: holding hands // unexpected embraces // holding out doors for one another

Gemini: Concealing smile // going off on a tangent // Truth of Dare

Cancer: Emotionally-revealing stares // constant apologies // unexpected embraces

Leo: Cheeky smiles // Piercing Eyes // holding hands

Virgo: Inappropriate day-dreaming // intermittent “ummmms” // rushed love confessions

Libra: Purposefully cringey humor // wanted silence in between // involuntary grins

Scorpio: Awe-filled stares // dilation of the pupil // impractical dares

Sagittarius: DANK M E M E S // fiery debates // bad karaoke

Capricorn: Dropped Jaw // Inquisitive Eyes // awkward silence

Aquarius: Resting your head on their shoulder // Softly said “goodnight” // singing along to whatever’s on the radio

Pisces: Awkwardly crying on the movie date // hugs you never wished had ended // a bath of compliments

You thought that being young would be many things. Skipping school and running through fields, sitting in the sun with friends, going to parties, coming home late and not remembering it the next day, taking buses and trains, not caring where you go, as long as you were with those few special people, kissing cute boys, and dressing up to go on first dates, sitting in coffee shops, talking about everything and nothing. You expected adventures, stories that you could tell your grandchildren one day.

You didn’t expect to be stuck in the same monotonous routine, going to school, having to face people you strongly dislike on a daily basis, feeling worthless, and so used to being tired that it’s now a part of you and you can’t remember the last time you felt awake. You feel pressured, trapped, like there will never be a way out, and most of all, you feel alone.

—  Unknown

first date starters

  • “you look nice tonight.”
  • “i have to say, i was kind of nervous about tonight.”
  • “do you want to… come inside?”
  • “don’t even think about paying for dinner.”
  • “what do you have planned for us tonight?”
  • “what took you so long to ask me out?”
  • “it’s been a long time since i’ve been on one of these…”
  • “i’ve never really been on a real date before.”
  • “you’re being extra shy tonight - it’s cute.”
  • “i’m underdressed, aren’t i?”
  • “i’m overdressed, aren’t i?”
  • “i’ve never been good at first dates.”
  • “this is usually the part where you’re supposed to kiss me.”
  • “this was a disaster, wasn’t it?”
  • “i’m sorry, normally i’m better at this kinda thing.”
I like beginnings because they’re so full of promise. The first page of a book, the first day of a job, the first time you buy yourself flowers, the first date with a new man, the first touch, the first kiss, the first kick of a good liquor, the first moment you hold your own baby. I like beginnings because I know there’s always more to come.