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Requests: Omg your stories are awesome! I was wondering if I could suggest a newt x reader with the song “Where Do We Go” or “Shatter Me” by Lindsey Stirling? Where the reader feels kinda neglected and depressed for quite some time and newt fails to notice because he is in a lot harsher mood and snaps a lot as a result of working on his book? And one day she goes “missing” and worries newt? Lots of angst pls!(Idk it sounded a lot better in my head)You can come up with the rest. Thanks! AND hi !! i really love your stories, and i was wondering if i could request an v angsty one where newt is under a lot of stress and snaps at reader? ❤️❤️
Word Count: 2,701
Pairing: Newt x Reader
Requested by Anonymous
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The workshop smells about how you’d expected when you crawl into the case. A burning mixture evaporates somewhere nearby, partly covering up the odors of the various feed bags for the creatures and the plate of raw meat rotting on the table. You shake your head, disgusted, and slip past the shed. Scanning the field, hand over your eyes to block out the blinding sun, you spot Newt next to a murtlap. He’s on his knees saying something to the snarling creature. You swallow down the heart breaking in your chest. He’s exchanging more words with that beast than he has with you in the past month.
“Newt. Newt!” You shout, crossing through tall grasses and kicking stones out of your way. For God’s sake, “Newt!”
He twists enough to ensure it’s you before turning his back on you. “One minute, love.”
Hands on your hips, you wait as he chatters with the beast. It’s not that you’re against his research, it’s that he’s trying to cram chapters worth of new material into the book. You’d supported his idea when he first told you a month and a half ago. Now, though, you’re not sure you would’ve been so encouraging had you known he would spend every waking minute in the case without you.
“I don’t have all day, Newt. I have to get to the bakery with Queenie before it closes.”
He shakes his head, facing you. “I’m busy, love. Can’t it wait?”
You can feel the tension in his voice, strengthened, no doubt, by the bags under his eyes. “I just need to know if you’d prefer apple or peach pie for dessert.”
He mumbles something that sounds like ‘that’s it?’ but when you question him, he simply says, “I said it’s your choice. I’m sure you’ll make the right one.”
“Get in the car love,” you couldn’t believe what you were seeing. Harry was in an outfit you knew he must’ve gotten from a costume shop. “Why are you looking at me like tha?” You had to cover your mouth with your hand to try to hide your laughter. You knew he had just gotten done filming with James but you didn’t expect to be picked up for lunch by Harry wearing a mesh tank top and a leather vest.
“Aren’t you cold?” You knew he would roll his eyes but you couldn’t help but laugh as you climbed into the passenger seat of his car. “I mean with all those holes? Are you sure you’re even properly dressed for lunch lovey?” This just rolled his eyes again as he shook his head before watching you buckle up before putting the car in drive.
“I feel a bit overdressed actually.” You couldn’t help but full on laugh at him, he just smiled that signature Harry smile that let you see all his teeth and his dimple. “But wait, this will make it a bit more casual.” You watched him pull his sunglasses off the neck of his tank top and slide them on, he looked over at you and gestured to his now complete look and you couldn’t help but laugh even more as you shook your head.
“Harry you look like you’re about to either go perform with Magic Mike or sing the YMCA!” You choked out in between fits of laughter. Harry just let out a dramatic sigh as you tired to contain your laughter. He looked over at you when you finally managed to get your laughter under control and you just shot him a smile.
“I’m getting the sense ya don’t like my outfit love.” His tone seemed serious but you knew him better, you knew that under those dark shades his eyes were glowing a lighter shade of green and you could tell by the way he was bitting the corner of his lip that he was fighting to hold himself together. “I’m really offended, I picked this out knowing you like to get an eyeful of my chest and this is the reaction I get? A fit a laughter and giggles!” By the end of his little rant he has lost his composure and was now just smiling like an idiot and you couldn’t help but once again be caught it a fit of giggles.
“Oh I love to get an eye full of the chest Harry but you might as well just take the damn tank top off and wear the vest alone!” He put the car in park in front of the restaurant before looking down at his outfit and then he looked out his drivers side window before looking back at you. You unbuckled yourself so you could lean over the center consul and take the collar of his leather vest in between your fingers feeling how soft it was. “I mean this is really soft I’m sure it would feel good on your skin.” Your voice was low but you knew he heard you when you heard him take in a deep breath and exhale through his nose.
“Now love,” his hand was grabbing at your hand that held his vest in it, giving it a good squeeze before bringing it to his lips for a quick peck. “That wouldn’t be proper attire for lunch.” He added and you just rolled your eyes at him as you took your hand out of his.
You grabbed your purse before climbing out of the car and you smiled at the valet man who took Harry’s keys, you reached and interlocked your fingers with Harry’s as the two of you walked into the restaurant. You felt Harry’s grip on your hand tighten as he pulled you closer to him so he could place a sweet kiss to the top of your head as the two of you waited to be seated.
“Maybe you can wear my vest when we get home love.” Was all he whispered to you before dropping your hand and shooting you a wink as he slid his glasses up and into his hair. You knew your cheeks were turning red by the heat that rushed to your face. He always loved getting you riled up in public, and here you were the one red faced while Harry walked around in a ridiculous outfit in a crowded resultant.
“It’ll look better on you.” He added as he took the seat across from you, he gave you this smug look because he knew what he was doing to you. He could tell by the flush of your cheeks what you were thinking about and that just made him smirk even more.
“Cheeky today are we Styles? Is all this leather and mesh getting to you?” You teased and he just rolled his eyes and reached for your hand that was sitting on top of the table. “You gonna add this to the normal rotation?” You couldn’t help but giggle at the thought of him wearing this outside a second time. Harry just huffed as he dropped your hand and crossed his arms over him chest.
“Don’t poke fun at me, I happen to like how breezy it is” His tone was playful and you knew he wasn’t upset with you, he knew this outfit choice wouldn’t ever be considered for a second wear. You looked at him and gave him a smile as you leaned over the table and placed your left hand on his cheek.
“Maybe I will wear the vest then,” you whispered as you brushed your thumb up and down his soft cheek causing him to lean into your touch. “But just the vest.” You added before you suddenly dropped your hand from his face causing him to stumble a bit from the abrupt loss of contact. He looked at you with slightly wide eyes and you couldn’t help but smirk as he was now the one with flushed cheeks.
Happy Valentine’s Day, y’all! I hope everyone had a wonderful day, and I hope this fic makes it a little better!
This was written for @percyyoulittleshit who gave me the prompt:
“So let me get this straight. You want to hire me to be your date to a Valentine’s Party?” I hope it lives up to your standards, Mari!
“So let me get this straight. You want to hire me to be your date to a Valentine’s Day party?”
Annabeth sighed. Honestly, it sounded terrible when you said it that way. Well, she guessed that it would probably sound horrible any way you said it.
“Yes,” she snapped, tapping her foot against the sidewalk. “You just have to come to the party with me. We only have to stay for a few hours.”
Percy was silent as he considered. He was loading his band equipment into the back of his Jeep. Annabeth had seen him outside when she got home from track practice, which is when she decided to cross the street to his house and solicit his help.
Yuri knocks on the door for the third time in ten minutes
and pleads, “Please let me in.”
He can hear the soft shifting of bed sheets and the wet
gasping of quiet sniffles. Otabek never did like for Yuri to see him crying.
“Beka, baby, I can’t help you if I’m out here. I can’t do
anything if I’m out here.”
“Just leave me alone, Yura,” Otabek croaks, “There’s nothing
you can do.”
Yuri knows that he’s both correct and incorrect. He can’t
fix it – nobody can – but he can be there. He can stay by Otabek’s side and do
whatever it takes to see him smile again. Otabek hiccups, but it sounds
muffled. He must be wrapped up in the blankets.
Yuri sighs, “Alright, here’s what I’m gonna do. I’m gonna go
make us a cup of tea. Then I’m coming back and you’re drinking it with me. Then
we’re gonna talk about what you want to do from here. I’m going to let you be
sad, but that’s not all you get to be.”
Otabek sighs, which Yuri takes to be as good of a yes as he
thinks he’s going to get, so he heads into the kitchen to put on the kettle.
While the teabags steep, he thinks of the best way to put his thoughts into
words. The x-rays of Otabek’s knee were heartbreaking. They both knew what they
would see before the doctor even showed them, but having to face the cold
reality of the end of an era was so much more difficult when you couldn’t
pretend it wasn’t real anymore.
He grabs the teacups and moves back toward the bedroom,
considering the best way to approach this. Bracing himself, he knocks one more
time. Yuri loves Otabek, he really does, but he’s getting pretty tired of
looking at this door.
“Alright, you don’t have to let me in, but you do have to let this cup of tea in. I
made it just how you like. Lemon and honey and everything.”
Otabek doesn’t say anything, but Yuri can hear him trudge
across the room and slide down the wall next to the entry. Yuri waits patiently
and after a few minutes, the door cracks open and a tan hand just barely slides
out. Yuri smiles and presses the cup into the fingers splayed before him before
watching the door snap shut in his face.
“So,” he starts.
“So,” Otabek chokes out.
“This sucks, huh?”
“Yeah. It fucking sucks.”
“OTABEK ALTIN,” Yuri clutches his chest for dramatic effect.
He knows Otabek can’t see him, but he also knows that Otabek will know exactly
what he’s doing. “SUCH LANGUAGE! YOU KISS YOUR MOTHER WITH THAT MOUTH.”
Otabek snorts, “I do worse than that with this mouth, Yura.”
Yuri throws himself against the door, “BEKA. MY SENSITIVE
Otabek chuckles. Good, now he’s getting somewhere.
“Look,” Yuri starts, “I know this is hard. And I know it’s
sooner than you wanted it to be. But I’m here. You have me, and you have your
family and friends. You have your music. You have your education. You have the stuff to get through this. We just have to get you through it.”
A few more silent minutes slip by while Yuri taps his
fingers against his knee to keep himself focused and calm. Eventually, he hears
the soft click of the lock and the light creaking of the hinges swinging open.
Otabek pushes his hand out once more and Yuri grabs on tight, lacing their
fingers. Squeezing lightly, he tries again, “Do you know how much I admire you?
I always have. I remember when we first became friends thinking that there was no
one else on earth that had the strength you did. I thought there was nothing
you couldn’t do with just your grit alone. But you don’t have to do that, ya
know? Maybe this time let me be that for you? It’s what I’m here for. So
please, please let me in?”
His hand is getting clammy now, but he resolves to let it
happen for as long as necessary.
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Wind chimes dance and ring against one another in the slight breeze. You latch the screen door behind you and step onto the front porch, glass of iced tea slipping between your fingers, drips of condensation roll down the side of the glass and burst against the red wood beneath your feet. Songbirds chirp in the nearby bushes, passing news of some new visitor rumbling past the house in a flawless black vehicle.
You fall onto the two-person porch swing and pull your knees up as the world rambles on around you and the lazy birds. The smell of orchids and freshly turned dirt float by as another short gust of wind sends the wind chime tinkling again. The evening summer sun rains down onto you, warming your cold bones, loosening your tense shoulders.
A sigh drifts out of your mouth as you tilt your head back and close your eyes. Who knew the south could be so peaceful?
Cicadas buzz in the fields across the road as another car thunders past and spits pebbles out everywhere. The entire world is at peace here and has been since you arrived eight days before.
The only missing piece is Newt’s laugh. Which, you remind yourself before the tears can nip at your eyelids, you are perfectly okay with never hearing again.
“Can’t you see I’m busy, Rosa?”
Your little sister wraps her bony hand around your wrist and tries to jerk you forward. “I’m serious. Get up.”
You pull your arm from her grip and frown. “Are you okay?”
Summary: This a request from this drabble list by @peterandchurros. #2: “Hey, hey, calm down. They can’t hurt you anymore.” #21: “I’m bulletproof…but, please, don’t shoot me.” and #94: “I had a bad dream again.” Thanks for the request, love! I hope you like it xoxo
Warnings: No swears this time, but Peter has PTSD. He has anxiety attacks in this.
Word Count: 830
A/N: I switched the order of the prompts… I hope that’s alright. Otherwise, I don’t really have anything to say! I hope y’all enjoy it!
The wind on top of a skyscraper
Peter awoke, tied to a
chair in his spidey suit. Gathering his surroundings, he saw no one around him.
He wracked his brain, but he just couldn’t seem to remember how he’d gotten
there. For some reason, the last several hours were missing. The last thing he
remembered was kissing you goodbye before getting off the train.
He struggled against the
ropes, but his arms seemed tired from too much web-slinging. Hm, must have had
a busy day. He did his best to break his legs free instead. Once he did that,
he jumped as high as he could and landed on his back, shattering the wooden
chair beneath him. He was free, but he lied on the ground dazed for a moment;
he had knocked the breath out of his lungs with the force.