i like daisy more than i want to

i don’t usually make things about ships on this blog, despite the fact gryles is the blood in my veins, but i decided since this blog isn’t actually a daily news blog, or an update blog for nick, it’s just a blog that is only all about nick so i can post what i want. so here’s forty-two (42) gryles fics you should read.


picked undone, and again by biggerthanthesun
words: 37,389 / side: daisy/harry

“I need you to know that I… I want you all the time. Me wanting you and us doing this,” Nick says. “We’ve been weirdly steady for two people who aren’t even dating and I still want you more than ever, you know? I’m not even tired of it, I’m not even tired of you. You’re like a constant thing for me, I’m afraid I’m a bit mad about you.”

The one where they’re not boyfriends. Where Nick’s mad for Harry. And Harry was mad for Nick. Until he wasn’t anymore. (Canon-compliant).

at the gates by ymorton
words: 33,707 / side: omc/omc

“I feel I already know you,” he says, laughing.

Harry looks at him, surprised. Nick feels it too?

(gryles, reincarnated)

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Take my whole life too

In the process, he learns a few things. First, the pup is most certainly a girl. Second, she’s a lovely golden color beneath the muck. Third, once she is clean and dry and fed and curled in front of the fire, snoring quietly, Vax can’t bring himself to leave her. Never let it be said Vex is the only twin with a soft spot for strays.

the working title for this was “vax adopts a dog” which is really all you need to know. vaxleth, 2.2K. title from “can’t help falling in love”

He finds the poor thing huddled under the eaves of the inn where he’s staying, comes back late in the dripping, seeping cold and only just notices the shifting shadows out of the corner of his eye. It’s a testament to the long hours he’s spent following his Lady’s mark that his first thought is to draw his dagger and slip towards the disturbance, silent as a wraith, until he gets close enough to make out––

Well, no dark being of undeath, anyways.

“Oh, you poor thing,” he murmurs, sheathing the dagger and paying no mind to how very much like Vex’ahlia he sounds as he crouches. “Oh, you poor poor thing. C’mere, I’m not gonna hurt you. C’mon, there’s a good boy.”

The pup shivers in the rain, caked with muck and whimpering pathetically. Vax waits patiently, hand outstretched as it slowly uncurls itself, damp nose stretching forward to bump against Vax’s hand.

“That’s a good boy,” he grins. “There you go. What d’you say we go inside, hmm?”

The pup whines as Vax carefully sets his hand beneath its midriff and lifts it up, cradling it against the damp leather of his armor (which is sure to stink to high heaven after this, but what’s new).

And so Vax and his newfound charge slip into the inn, and thunder cracks like gunfire and the pattering rain swells into the white noise of a steady downpour.

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Did anyone ask for...

…newlywed Fitzsimmons finally moving into their apartment and talking about babies? No? Well here it is anyway, with bonus discussion of Fitz’s craptastic father!

Written as a follow-up to this fic, but it’s not necessary to have read that one first. Takes place roughly a month after everyone escapes from the Framework. Enjoy!

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“Well, that’s the last box,” Mack announced, setting the cardboard box down with a grunt. Though he’d carried it with relative ease, the muted thud it made as it settled onto the hardwood floor revealed its surprising weight.

“Thank you for getting the heavier ones,” Jemma said gratefully, patting Mack’s arm as she passed him, fluttering about the apartment to make sure all of the boxes had been placed in the rooms that matched their carefully written labels.

Mack shrugged off the praise as he slid his hands into the pockets of his jeans. “No problem. Hey, I’ve got to head back to the base to finish up those repairs for Coulson. Congratulations again, you two.”

“Thanks Mack,” Fitz said with a smile and nod. “See you soon.”

With a final wave, Mack headed out the door and out of the apartment building, where Elena was no doubt waiting impatiently for him. The only one left lingering after being wrangled into helping them move the last of their things from the Playground to their new apartment was Daisy. As Jemma roped Fitz into finally beginning the long process of unpacking, Daisy meandered through the apartment, studying the various paint samples Jemma had taped up whenever she’d found a spare moment throughout the past week.

Jemma happened upon her while she was speculatively eyeing the spare bedroom, which was empty of both boxes and paint samples – she and Fitz weren’t quite decided on what to do with it yet. As Jemma came to stand beside her, Daisy threw a wry smirk at her and said mischievously, “Well, you’ve got a ring, you’ve got a cozy little apartment – I think I know what comes next.”

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AOS ALPHABET: F is for Family
  Love, you’re not alone, ‘cause I’m gonna stand by you

The End of All Things: Chapter 01

Antisepticeye X Reader

Triggers:

Swearing

Your Thougts

Anti’s (That is until I learn how to do the text thing)

((an: OKAY! So I wasn’t planning to upload or post anything until October, but you guys love it so.. Surprise!! Also I didn’t know how to do the text thing then but I DO NOW! This was the prologue so it’s not great but it is here to serve as kinda a transition so enjoy. Sorry it took so long as well… My wifi has been down and I wanted to get another part written out first. So ENJOY!!!))

Anti’s POV

Originally posted by anti-support-group

I came at night and in her dreams, at least now that she was older. After her sixteenth was when I started.

She seemed to broken to be only with her on her birthday.

When she was a child, I was her imaginary friend. She was the only one who could see me, (besides Sean, of course) for the small time when I struggled with my glitching, though she made me feel something so much more. She made me feel… Almost human… It caused me to become extremely overprotective of her, always preferring to be in her company, visible or not, than doing my work. But once she had reached age 10, I could only visit her in her sleep and watch her from a far.

But after years, I had finally had enough.

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tinypyrope  asked:

Out of your squids, which ones would want to have kids when older and who would not want to have kids at all? I think the first part has been discussed some but I'm not sure about the second part :o

Whinter would wanna have kids and get married for sure. I’m sure Clem would agree. Tanrine and Logan totally seem like a family types. Belladonna absolutely. I can also see Taloupe wanting to adopt a child with Cosmo… Cosmo might need some convincing first tho, hehe. And believe it or not, Arnick would want to have a child. I see him as a type who wants to leave “something of himself behind” and raising a kid would be perfect (and how do I have a heart to tell him that him and Tetrox aren’t more than likely gonna be able to have a kid)

As for who would not want to have a kid… Hmm…. Jonquil and Daisy? I suppose Lasiandra was not planned but a pleasant surprise. The rest… Not honestly sure. 

karasimmons  asked:

fs + #14 please, if it inspires you?

Hey there, Laur! “Can I have this dance?” coming right up!  Prompt list here.

This spiraled out of control and is brought to you by that one episode of Gilmore Girls. Small town AU.

“Carré?”

“Simmons,” said Milton, “I’m sorry, it’s just—I need a partner who’s more prepared?”

Jemma cocked her head at him, squinting.

“Carré?”

Milton looked over his shoulder to where Carré stood, glaring back at the both of them.

“Simmons, it’s just that I really have to win this thing. And she’s French.”

Jemma was about to ask what being French had to do with anything, but it was early, she hadn’t had her tea, and what kind of man ran off with someone else fifteen minutes before he was supposed to be your partner in a dance marathon?

What kind of man ran off with anyone else at all?

It was such a shocking turn of events that she stood there, staring after him, until she felt a nudge at her arm.

“Here you go. Sorry it took so long.”

Before she knew it a large, strong, steaming cup of tea was placed in her hand, and she could only watch Fitz as he sipped a cup of his own. After a few seconds, he furrowed his brow.

“What’s wrong?”

“Milton,” she said. Fitz looked confused before he followed her gaze until he almost dropped his tea.

“He dumped you for Carré?”

Her only consolation was that Fitz seemed absolutely appalled.

“No,” she said, “he just … doesn’t want to be my dance partner, because I’m not French.”

“What?” Fitz looked to his left, then to his right, and then put his tea in her hand.

“Fitz?”

“I’ll be right back,” he said. “Drink your tea.”

Having been left by two men in the span of five minutes, Jemma thought that drinking her tea seemed the only logical thing to do. She was halfway through her cup when Fitz returned, gasping for breath.

“Fitz?”

“It’s okay,” he said. “Coulson let me sign up when I explained what happened. Are you done?”

Her only thought that it was usually her and not Fitz who was this chipper at six in the morning. But Fitz must have taken her contemplation as an answer in the affirmative, because he took his cup and hers and threw them both in the nearby bin.

“Okay,” May called out over the loudspeaker, “all participating couples must be on the dance floor by the time the starting bell is rung. The dance begins in twenty seconds.”

There was a mad dash towards the floor, but Jemma stood still, not sure why Fitz was holding his hand out to her.

“Fitz?”

He looked up at the clock, then winced. “Sorry.” He took in a deep breath. “Can I, uh, have this dance?”

Jemma looked around at the crowd, the dance officials, and the other couples. When her gaze landed on Milton and Carré, she took Fitz’s hand.

“Yes.”

They ran to the dance floor, Fitz tugging Jemma along while Jemma tried desperately not to fall.

“Ten,” May counted down, “nine, eight, seven, six …”

She almost stumbled over what looked like Hunter’s shoe, but managed to stay upright.

“Five, four, three, two …”

Fitz practically leapt onto the floor, spinning Jemma into his arms until they stopped, with her right hand in his left, and her left hand on his shoulder.

“One!”

As the starting bell was rung, Jemma was overcome by a profound and unexpected sense of victory.

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Is This Your Card? (Josh Faraday x Reader)

Originally posted by spacesong

This is a SPOILER FREE FIC!

Warning: A sexy cowboy flirts via magic card tricks. 


It was amazing how a place with all these so-called “rough and tough men” could be easily startled. Every damn time someone entered the saloon, the whole place went quiet, save for the soft rustling of hands resting themselves on gun hilts. Usually the person who came in was looking more for a drink than they were trouble, and after a minute or two of tension, the bar would go back to normal. It was almost impressive how this group of strangers had learned to unanimously stop time at will, and as annoying as the constant pauses were, you were still somewhat proud that you were part of the movement.

Today was a slower day. Only two people had interrupted your piano playing, and one was the owner of the local drug store, who was beginning to double as the town drunk. He showed up an hour after the saloon opened. The second person, however, caused a bit more of a stir.

You’d never seen him before, which was a pity. He was a good looking man. Tall, dark, and handsome with a good looking body. You kept him in the corner of your eye as you played. There were no bar stools open, which meant either he would be going upstairs with the prostitutes or sitting down at the empty table to your right. You hoped to god it was the latter. And it was—sort of.

He tossed a few dollars down for a bottle of cheap whiskey and strutted to an empty seat off in the corner. The view wasn’t the best, but at least if you strained, you could overhear what he was saying.

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i’m catching up on agents of shield and i’m on 4x01 and they said ghost riders?? what are they doing here i did not miss them at all 

anonymous asked:

Some shippers are giving up hope because S3 hasn't been shipper-y and there's only one ep left. I never expected (that much) more that what we got. And look at S2. Subtle shipper season with bigger moments (eg I could kiss you) and then the finale happened. The "alone" talk and the handshake. S3 finale will cover a lot and still have time for those two. There has to be at least one significant moment and why not a big shipper one. Or at least one open for interpretation & hope. ps. AND THE HUG!

Yessss hugs and first names must be coming. I think it’s been insanely shipper-y - more than I dared hope for, really. I was resigned to the idea that Hardy would be brought back to Broadchurch by the case, against his will, but nope. He came back because this was the only place that felt like home, and he thought it was the best place for Daisy to have a second chance, like he had. He came back to be with Ellie and because he wants to be here, they’re disgustingly domestic together, they help with parenting, they’re both ready to move on romantically… of course there was never going to be any dating and kissing, Broadchurch isn’t that kind of show and the case itself had to come first, but simmering beneath it all is some achingly sweet romantic and domestic tension between them. Maybe it’ll be left so you can read it as either platonic or romantic, maybe there’ll be nudge towards romantic in the finale… idk, apart from that weird date of Hardy’s I’m pretty happy with what’s occurred on the shipping front

to the person who literally tried to mansplain the inhumans tv series to me please just stfu because i don’t give two shits that the show could open doors for inhuman characters because you know what else can do that and has already done that? agents of shield and daisy johnson

also i don’t care that maybe daisy could make cameo appearances on that show because it looks like a shitty show and i would much rather have an inhumans based “secret warriors” tv show that is daisy johnson centric

like just look at the secret warriors in aos. there was more poc than white characters and quake, an originally white character was racebent and compare that amazingness with the shitty inhumans promo photo where there are like 2 poc in a sea of white characters and the only characters who are poc were already poc in the comic books and none of the white characters were racebent

so no, i don’t want the inhumans tv series and would much rather have a daisy johnson centric spinoff

anonymous asked:

plus jemma mentions fitz' name when she updates the team on mack and yoyo! she could've just told them they were in danger but she specifically mentions fitz' evaluation of the situation. this is a totally minute detail but idk, I was glad it was implied she was working with fitz while he was hacking the framework. kinda like 3x19 when she's essentially just keeping fitz company because she wants to, not because she's necessarily a tech expert

Hey, anon!

Yes, Jemma clearly states that Fitz and Daisy are working on keeping Mack and Elena alive in the Framework. Which means the three of them were working together! (@agentcalliope, are your Bus Kids senses tingling?) I know that what we saw was weird and very vague, but I doubt Jemma would have actually left Fitz out of her sight any more than she absolutely had to, especially after they’ve been separated and she knows he’s in pain. 

So yes, they were working together the whole episode, we just didn’t see it. Though the part we DID see also reminds me of 2x10 when they’re trying to save Mack.

Also, Jemma continues to mention Fitz all the time when it’s not 100% necessary. Who doesn’t love that?

Kaisoo song
Gonia
Kaisoo song

i feel everyone likes this song so i try to post here and it has a special permittion from changditactor. thankyou.

please take a full credit. this song is originally by ME.

Titled : Daisies

Lyrics :

you’re stuck in the hours
while I beg for the seconds
I’m begging you to remember all of our past

I should’ve live longer
And make it all becoming true
To love you more than I have ever thought

Chorus 1:
I’ve pray everynight
and I wishing the stars
To let us see the daisies and the fireflies
Almost every midnight
I always want you to wake up
Don’t let the thoughts about me gone and dies

I’d love to see you smile
Pull me through though I’m fragile
I want you to be mine, make it fine, all the time

I’d love to hear your voice
It’s so soft, calling out my name
Oh God, please get me alive

Chorus 1

bridge:
Sometimes I gone mad
Both to fate and your lies
You said you’ll remember me
right after all of mine becoming whites

Chorus 1

Chorus 2:
I’ve pray everynight
and I wishing the stars
To let us stay up all nights and own the fines
Almost every midnight
I wish I could wake up
To see your face again, just for one more time

Don’t forget me
And see you tomorrow

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“When were you happiest?” Poppy asks.
Daisy smiles fully as she thinks about it. “The moment I started filling my time with him. I no longer did these fun things by myself. He surfed with me. He snorkeled with me. He jumped off cliffs with me. I had a friend. A real friend. I’ve learned more about myself, about my likes and dislikes and my limitations and my expectations, in the company of Ryke than I have all the years I spent alone. And I don’t want to go back.”

a [very late] happy birthday to sue ❤ @daisycalloway

insp.

Prompt 507: "Wow, you're hot."

Requested by: Anonymous
Pairing: Reader x Lafayette
Author’s Notes: I had already signed off for the night, but I ended up finishing this because I liked writing it so much. I figured I’d just post it. Hope you like it!


In More Ways Than One

You pinned the last piece of your hair into place as you gave yourself a once-over in the mirror. Tonight was your one year anniversary with Lafayette, and you wanted to look your best for the occasion.

You had chosen an olive green dress printed with a pattern of black daisies. A black belt wrapped around your waist, and you had curled your hair in loose waves that fell just below your shoulder.

It seemed you had finished getting ready right on time, because you heard a knock at the door just as you were putting the finishing touches on your makeup.

You turned the doorknob, and Lafayette was standing there, a lovely assortment of wildflowers in his hand. He held them out to you, and blinked.

“Wow, you’re hot,” he stated matter-of-factly.

You giggled. It wasn’t like Laf to be this blunt. “Why thank you,” you replied. “And you don’t look so bad yourself.”

He smiled, and brushed your cheek with his hand as he reached out to place a stray piece of hair behind your ear.

Suddenly, he raised his eyebrows. “Wow, you’re hot!” he said again, but this time his voice was filled with concern in lieu of the awe it contained moments before.

“Pardon?” you asked.

“Y/N, you’re very warm,” he said, his hand moving from your cheek to your forehead. “Mon amour, are you alright?”

Truthfully, you had been feeling slightly under the weather all day, but you assumed it was nothing to fuss over. Besides, you didn’t want anything to get in the way of your anniversary.

You nodded. “I’m okay, you don’t have to worry.”

Laf would not give in. “You look pale, Y/N. Perhaps we should postpone our evening until you’re well again?”

“No! Laf, we’ve been looking forward to this for such a long time, and I don’t want to ruin it.”

He placed a gentle hand on your trembling shoulder. “I don’t think it’s wise to go out tonight. You’d only become more ill. We could stay in, we could talk for a little while, and you could get some rest.”

You were about to protest once more, but a wave of nausea passed through your body and you had to sit down. The feeling of faintness only worsened as the seconds ticked by. Lafayette knelt beside you. Well, at least you thought he did. The room was spinning in and out of focus, and you could only make out his anxious expression before you blacked out completely.

It must have been hours later when you woke up, because the sun was no longer in the sky. You were in your bed, and it took you a moment to recall why. It was only when you saw Lafayette dozing off in a chair by your side that you remembered.

You felt terrible for not being able to celebrate your anniversary with Laf. You knew how much it meant to him, and it meant a lot to you as well.

Sitting up quietly, you reached for the glass of water that had been thoughtfully placed on your bedside table. Though you made little noise, Lafayette sat up with a start.

“Y/N,” he whispered.

“Laf, I’m okay,” you interrupted before he could start to worry again. “And…I’m really sorry we couldn’t celebrate tonight.” You felt tears pricking at your eyes. “I know how much it meant to you- the flowers were beautiful, and you look so nice. I can’t believe I messed it all up. Laf, I’m so-”

Your voice broke before you could choke out a second apology. Lafayette stood and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his shoulder. “Shh, Y/N, it’s alright. I promise. You don’t need to blame yourself. It could have happened to either of us.”

He pulled away, looking you right in the eye. His gaze was soft, and he said, “You know, the only thing that really mattered to me tonight was getting to spend time with you. I love you so much, Y/N, and all I wanted was to tell you that. I swear to you, everything is okay.”

You pulled him in for another embrace. “I love you too, Laf. More than you can even imagine.”

When you pulled away, you realized how late it must be. “Hey, Laf, what time is it?”

He squinted at his wristwatch. “It’s 12:37.”

“Laf! You could have slept while I was asleep! It’s so late; you must be exhausted!”

“I needed to make sure you were alright, mon amour. It’s our anniversary, after all, and I do love you, you know.”

You grinned. “I love you too. Now please, get some sleep. Normally, I’d love it if you slept here, but I really don’t want to get you sick. I’m-”

He cut you off before you could apologize. “Y/N, don’t worry. The couch is more than suitable.”

Lafayette brushed the hair out of your eyes as he laid a hand on your forehead once again. His touch was cool and calming. You closed your eyes.

“You get some rest too, cheríe. You’re still hot.”

He turned to leave, but paused. “And in more ways than one,” he added with a wink.

anonymous asked:

so I read your quakerider-being-parents rant and it's amazing xD Gabe would be the cool uncle, for sure, but Fitz and Mack would constantly try to steal the title from him. I feel like, with her upbringing, Daisy just wants to be there for her kid, make sure he knows he has a family that loves and supports him no matter what. Robbie would be maybe kinda low-key panicky, nervous dad about the whole thing? Like constantly watching the baby, fretting over him, watching over him (...)

(…) also I think May would be the most awesome godmother / babysitter ever. Like, their kid *never* cries whenever he’s with May. He just kinda stares at her in wonder all the time, as if he can already sense her badassery. May’s more than happy to help (never call her out on this, but the kid has her wrapped around little finger), but Phil gets this weird look on his face whenever he sees her holding Daisy’s kid 😂            

Haha, thanks! :D

Ohmygosh, I love all of your additions! Especially the one about May! She just shows up to their house and Daisy is like, “He’s been crying non-stop for three days!” Then, May just takes him and he settles down immediately! Daisy would be a little upset how well-behaved little Philly is with May, but she’d be too relieved that she could finally sleep to care.

Also, Jemma would so spoil him rotten. Daisy and Robbie have never had to buy him clothes or toys or anything because Jemma already has xD

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“There was something about the confident way in which he held himself, and something about him she couldn’t seem to place, but… well, damn. She liked the way he held himself. She liked his intense green stare and his thick lips, and though he was rather thin, Hux still had this way about him to appear larger than he actually was” 

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more reyux for the people out there ♡ 

Deleted scene from the next AOS episode (part two):
  • Gabe: *rolls into the area*
  • Gabe (obviously acting): Hey Daisy.
  • Daisy: Yeah?
  • Gabe: Remember that milk that you and Robbie told me to buy today?
  • Daisy: Uh...yes?
  • Gabe: Well...mwa ha ha, I didn't buy any milk. Looks like I BETRAYED you and Robbie.
  • Daisy: Wut.
  • Robbie (emerging onto the scene): Oh no, how could you Gabe, my brother who I trusted so much. I guess this means I have to SACRIFICE my remaining change to get us that milk.
  • Daisy: ...wut?
  • Robbie: Daisy, I want you to know that I'm doing this for you because...um...the milk is more than you.
  • Daisy: Wait, what now?
  • Gabe: *facepalms*
  • Gabe (real tone): FITZ SAID "YOU'RE MORE THAN THAT". Holy crap, I thought we rehearsed this!
  • Robbie: For like five minutes, cut me some slack!
  • Daisy: WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?
  • Robbie: Oh geez. Okay, screw this. Me and the guys asked Fitz for some advice on asking our respective crushes out and he said that in order for me to do so, my brother and/or brother-figure needs to betray us. This would lead to me sacrificing myself for you and while sacrificing myself, I confess my feelings to you. I asked WHY I have to do all of that and he told me that it's how it happened for him and Simmons.
  • Daisy: Oh...really? Oh...OH! Oh, I mean...(bad acting) "no, why are you doing this, Robbie? The milk's not worth it! You're like my only friend in the world"!
  • Robbie: ...wut?
  • Daisy: Wait...was it 'only friend'? 'Best friend in the world'? 'My friend with benefits in the world'? Dammit Jemma!
  • Robbie: Daisy, what are you talking about?
  • Daisy: Uh...so I may have, sorta, kinda, possibly asked Jemma for advice on asking you out. And she told me that if I ever get into a situation where you have to sacrifice yourself for me, I have to say that you're my...something friend in the world and sob intensely as you do your sacrifice. She was VERY specific about that part.
  • Gabe: ...
  • Robbie: ...
  • --------------------------------------------------------------
  • (sequel to this post: http://hotel-isiah2.tumblr.com/post/151908497080/deleted-scene-from-the-next-aos-episode)
At Last

Originally posted by wandamaixmoff


Request: Hi. Can you do one where reader and Newt are BFFs and they travel together. She loves him but don’t want to destroy their friendship so she keeps quiet and when they meet Tina she is jealous? Newt is too blind to see that something’s wrong. Thank you

(A/N: The amount of support I’ve been getting on “Let This Be A Sign” is astounding! Thank you so much~ On top of that, the follower count on this blog has doubled and I honestly couldn’t be happier! Thank you so much on all of your requests and asks, they really do make the writing process easier! Thank you for the prompt, I had a tough time with this one, but I hope it’s to your liking! Also: minor spoiler alerts if you haven’t seen the movie yet! xx


There was nothing that you loved more than being with your creatures- except, maybe Newt himself.

For the past three years you and Newt have traveled to great lengths, all over the world, and the affection that you had for him wasn’t sudden, in fact, it blossomed as time progressed.

When you first met Newt, you thought he was silly- but sweet. The way he would walk was absolutely endearing to you, sort of pigeon toed like, and the way he would listen to you about your hopes and aspirations was everything, really- but what really doomed you in the end was probably his heart. You absolutely adored the way he would act with his creatures, in fact, he wasn’t Newt whenever he was around them. He was Mummy.

Of course you would never say anything regarding your feelings for him, in fact, you two were so close- he easily called you his best friend on numerous occasions. (Which really wasn’t something you wanted to hear, but whatever.)

Your feelings might have been a bit obvious to everyone else when you encouraged him on practically everything he wanted to do, but you would’ve done that regardless.

The night that he nervously explained to you that he wanted the two of you to go to America, you found yourself agreeing off the bat. “I think we should go,” you said, “let’s take Frank home.”

Newt’s response was a simple smile that could’ve easily put the sun to shame.

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