Anonymous: hihi can i have a matt fic where they get drunk
and reader crashes at his place? thanks xx
Thanks for my first ever Daredevil request! <3
Drunk!Matt Murdock x Reader
Matt is a goofy idiot when he drinks too much.
Y/N and Matt stumbled out of Josie’s bar with the grace of a
newborn giraffe. Y/N wasn’t that drunk,
but Matt on the other hand was trashed.
His cheeks were pink and he was giggling like a kid as she fawned all
over him despite knowing of his nightly activities. The big bad Daredevil was drunk as a skunk at
two in the morning and giggling like a preteen playing spin the bottle; it was
But it’s not really his fault, he can’t help that Stiles smells so good. And if Derek watches him at lacrosse practice a couple times a week and then rushes home to jerk off, well… that’s nobody’s business but his own. It’s not like he’s actually doing anything, right?
“Bim,” Dr. Iplier hung his head, a hand on Bim’s shoulder, incredulous. “Let me get this straight: You want to give both Wilford and Dark knives, put them in a room together, and encourage them to stab things?”
I always had this headcanon that Sango and Miroku found out they were pregnant because InuYasha slapped Sango’s cup of sake out of her hand when she went to drink it. When probed about why he had done such a thing, he muttered something about how Kagome once told him that alcohol was bad for babies in the womb.
In honor of ABO Appreciation day I am doing a NEW ABO Fic Rec List! You can check out the Original ABO Fic Rec List here. So if it was included in that one, it won’t be on this one.
Just a disclaimer for all my reader insert buddies: I have been having some “issues” with reader inserts as of late so this list will be ships only. (Again, Destiel is my OTP so the list is 100% that this time) Sometimes I like some pretty ‘weird’ shit and YMMV, so always heed the tags on these. But they all have happy endings as that’s what I like in a fic! (The show gives us enough unhappy endings and cliffhangers, I just want my boys to be happy! Is that too much to ask?)
Omega Dean was doing just fine. He had an apartment, a good job, and a great family. But he didn’t have an alpha. When Castiel starts as his company’s new CEO everything changes. Alpha Cas becomes family, and Dean takes care of his family.
Newton’s law of universal gravitation states that any two bodies in the universe attract each other with a force that is directly proportional to the product of their masses and inversely proportional to the square of the distance between the two bodies.
Dean swears he feels an honest-to-goodness gravity (not any scent-true-mates-bullshit) pulling him to a mysterious omega and makes the worst mistake of his career… he only has one thing to say…
Dean is a detective and Cas is part of a mob family. They get in and out of a lot of trouble together. A must read!
Dean’s a late bloomer. When he presents as an omega, everyone is surprised, and everything changes. Only a few months into omegahood, Dean decides to book it. A couple of truck rides and a state later, Dean’s in Apple Springs, Colorado at a bed & breakfast called The Snoozing Squirrel. The off-beat omega owner is just the beginning.
The hard part is the offbeat brother of the offbeat omega, an alpha named Castiel.
Gabe is the best, and I really love him in this fic.
Selected transcripts and supporting materials from Dr. Castiel Williams and Dean Winchester’s seminal study on physiological and psychological sexual response by gender designation.
This is a crossover of Supernatural and Masters of Sex, it doesn’t use any characters from Masters of Sex, just the plot and the whole set up so you don’t need to know anything about Masters of Sex to enjoy it. It is written very differently than most fanfic (it’s not lying when it says “transcripts”) but it’s totally worth a read! (And go watch Masters of Sex! It’s important sexual history!)
Dean Winchester is the omega chosen to marry Castiel’s son. The arranged marriage is as awkward and lackluster has Castiel expected it would be.
What he didn’t expect was what would develop between himself and his new son-in-law.
So I think this one qualifies as ‘weird’ but I’ve read it at least 4 times and love it. Don’t let the infidelity bother you as (*SPOILER*) Dean never has a relationship with Castiel’s son and only has a sexual relationship with Cas.
Dean Winchester never wanted to go home again. Going back to Lawrence meant people who knew what he was, who didn’t buy into the lie. But with a tragic accident, he’s back and dealing with the death of his father, the social stigma and objectification of being an out Omega, and the lingering aftermath of a long-ago crime.
This is a super long fic with lots of sexual violence against omegas. About halfway through the tone really changes and it gets super political. So if you like you ABO with a good helping of civil rights, this is the fic for you!
Alpha Dean Winchester figured the closest he’d get to the apple pie life and fatherhood was a one-shot, “wham-bam-thank-you-mam” trip to a sperm bank. That is, until he comes face-to-face with the omega carrying his pup on a fateful trip to the grocery store. When the the omega runs off without a word, though, Dean learns the situation is far more complicated than he expected. Can an anonymous sperm donation and the favor of a lifetime help two complete strangers find everything their life was missing?
Super cute hijinks and happy ending. What more can you want?
On his 40th birthday, Dean Winchester suddenly begins to worry that he may have lost his chance for a real mate. He’s been so focused on his business as a 24-hour roofing and repairman, that he’s never taken the time to date properly, or even make any lasting friendships outside of his family. Beginning in their late 30’s, alphas and omegas start to lose their mating and bonding hormones, making it more difficult - and often impossible - to mate or bond with anyone past a certain age. But as a modern Alpha, Dean would be content with a companion, at least. Blood bonds aren’t the be-all, end-all. However, after a late night emergency roofing repair call from Castiel Novak, Omega, Dean starts to hope. Yearn. The only hangup is that Castiel admits to being as old-fashioned as the books he teaches. Nervous to go against his religious upbringing by being with someone who he can’t bond properly, as alphas and omegas are intended to do. But he can’t deny his attraction to Dean, and despite his sensibilities, he thinks that, just maybe, he can change for the man he’s falling in love with.
Totally LOVE this fic! Super fluffy and has a happy ending!! All the (totally necessary for plot) angst gets resolved. Its everything you (ok fine, *I*) could want in a fic. (GIVE ME ALL THE FLUFFY ABO SMUT LONG FICS!!!)
Castiel Novak is an undercover FBI agent working to take down a white collar criminal named Azazel, but Castiel finds himself way out of his depths when the case takes a dangerous turn and Azazel gets involved in an omega trafficking deal. With the help of an OPA agent named Dean, the Bureau and the Omega Protection Agency take down Azazel and his seller, Dick Roman.
As it turns out, that case wasn’t the last Castiel would see of Dean Winchester, and it isn’t long at all before Castiel finds himself falling in love with the fiery, strong-willed omega.
Dean is quite the kickass Omega. This story is really good, and it has THE BEST first “I love you”s that I have ever read in any fic. I still laugh thinking about it!
Things are going well for Dean: he’s landed the biggest design job of his architectural career and is about to get final approval on the project despite how difficult the development company, personified by Castiel Novak, has made it. It’s not bad for a moody omega…except things are also going terribly for Dean because he has to get in a plane and fly to a meeting, and course ends up in heat a few hours before. Luckily, Castiel is there to help and both men discover the good that can come when nothing goes quite as intended.
This fic is great! Dean and Cas work together but don’t meet in person until Dean has to travel for a meeting.
With an over-sensitive sense of smell, omega Dean Winchester finds the scent of most potential mates to be, frankly, nauseating. Enter alpha Castiel, who smells fracken *perfect* but has problems of his own.
As someone who in general finds most fake scents awful instead of pleasing I kinda relate to this. If my sense of smell was as good as most ABO fics I could totally see Dean being me. I love how unforth plays with sexuality and gender expectations in her fics.
Dean Winchester, Alpha, lead Hunter for the Pack, is in need of a mate. His wolf is out of control, he’s on edge, and nothing seems to be doing the trick. Dean is convinced that he’ll never find a mate, but when the Pack’s Council forces him to figure it out before he ends up going rogue, Dean doesn’t have much of a choice. Problem is, Dean isn’t interested in what the members of his pack have to offer; and that means looking elsewhere.
Dean knew his mate would have to be different. He just didn’t know what “different” would really mean, and how “different” would bring his whole world crashing down on top of him.
I love werewolves! And this has a lot of weres in it!
Dean Winchester has spent his life working towards his dream: to teach and care for omega students. But a genetic mutation from birth has kept him from his field of choice. After years of hiding under the protection of his Uncle Bobby and his younger brother Sam, Dean has finally been given a chance.
He accepts the position to care for a young orphan who needs more than just a teacher but also a fellow omega to help her traverse the changes ahead. There is always a hitch, however, and in Dean’s case it’s a hot billionaire alpha with piercing blue eyes. This remote island paradise has the opportunity to give Dean everything he’s wanted, but will he be able to rise above his own fears and the stigmas associated with his unique biological designation?
Throw away what you know about alpha/ beta/ omega dynamics because this is a brand new adventure in wonderland.
So this one is really great and it has a “new” gender designation within ABO. Super original and I totally love it.
It should have been a night like any other night, but for Dean Winchester this evening was different.
Tonight was his last on Earth.
The omega finally snapped; the weight of his kills moonlighting as an assassin were too heavy to carry. So he decided to set out to numb the pain with whiskey and the white noise of whatever seedy bar he randomly ambled into. Although he’d intended to drown his sorrows alone, a bold alpha (who introduced himself as Castiel) wormed his way into his party-for-one, but more importantly: his story.
After brazenly announcing that Dean’s plan to shoot himself in the head was “unoriginal,” the alpha lured him out into the bar to prove there are much more interesting and creative ways to go.
A bizarre, deranged game turns into a night of passion, and leads Dean into introspective questions he never would’ve asked before. Maybe everything wasn’t as black and white as he thought, maybe there’s more to his own story that he, himself, didn’t even know. The stupid fucking alpha had transformed his world into shades of gray and made him doubt everything.
You need a dark sense of humor for this one, but if you have that, this is fantastic!
“Listen, you inconsequential thing, borrow my shoes again, and you’ll think back on the days you had feet very fondly! “
Camille gulped and turned to where Klaus and Kol sat, paying the spat no mind. “Klaus! A little help?”
“What?” He looked up and saw Rebekah steaming. “I can’t control her, Camille. Maybe ask Elijah?”
Elijah, of course, would not be helping her, but did she know that? No, no she didn’t.
She narrowed her eyes and fled Rebekah’s ire, stomping to her room like a child. Rebekah laughed and flopped into the seat between her brothers. “Can you the believe the nerve of her? Snooping, texting, stealing?”
“All from her gracious hosts, too,” Kol added with a snort. They thought it was funny, but Klaus was far from amused. Caroline was coming the next morning and she was so angry, he was scared for Camille’s life. Though, it would be very sexy to see his queen rip someone’s head off…. Unfortunately, she was too moral for that, so he doubted he would ever get to see something so delectable.
On the other hand, Caroline had been saying some very werewolf-like things since Camille’s little game and he wasn’t sure she wouldn’t go off the deep end.
(“You’re mine.” Gods, it sent shivers down his spine and made his wolf howl.)
When he’d told his siblings what had happened, Kol had found the thought and image as amusing as he found most things, and assured he would tape it. Rebekah had made interested noises and wondered aloud what Caroline would do if she came face to face with Tatia, or Aurora.
Freya had been more concerned about what she would do to Camille. He couldn’t imagine her being happy about the human overstepping her bounds like she was.
“Are you going to tell our Carebear?” Kol questioned.
Klaus scowled at the nickname, though Caroline insisted she didn’t mind it. “Tell her what? That our dear sister is throwing another tantrum?”
“No, he was thinking telling her about Camille acting like a leech, or worse, an in-law,” Rebekah snapped.
Hi! So my name is Hazel. I feel like ive been answering most of the asks here. But the other mods AND the followers should feel free to add to this list!! This was very broad so im giving you a few of my favorites of all ships. Most of these you can go through the writers work and read anything they have all of it is A+
edit by linda: hello! i’ve sorted the list a bit and i will update with some of my own faves ♡
Guys! I am really close on this fic. I have my fingers crossed for this week.
“That doesn’t really solve the problem, though,” Darcy pointed out.
“Not actually our problem,” Maria shot back.
“They’re international computer chip smugglers or some crap,” Darcy argued back. “I’d really like to see what computer chip is worth this much trouble. Like, for three months they’re after him? Really? Got to be military-grade. Part of a set, otherwise they should have cut their losses forever ago.” She turned a wide-eyed look back on Maria. “Oh, look! I bet that falls under ‘things that are our problem’ now.”
“Dashyenka,” Natasha called. “Don’t antagonize.”
Spinning on her heel, Darcy gestured broadly and complained, “Why’s it always me? Nobody worries about antagonizing me. I’m just pointing out the federal crime here. We should call Phil.”
“I tried already,” Maria said. “Nobody’s picking up.”
Darcy stopped and blinked over at her. “What? It’s an intelligence organization, and somebody can’t pick up the freaking phone?”
Maria bared her teeth in a forced grin. “I’m sure they’re just busy.”
“Are you kidding me? That is—”
“What are you going to do? Storm the base and what? Get yourself arrested or killed? God, Lewis, use your head.”
“I wasn’t about to run off all—”
Jane groaned and snapped out a terse, “Guys, really.”
Darcy and Hill gave each other dark side-eyed glances and then Darcy tipped towards the former deputy director and flicked a finger on the thin, silvery bracelet on her wrist. “I’ve got a suit.”
“Oh please. That has to be in the running for 'worst idea Stark’s ever had’.”
“Can you even fly it?”
“Of course I can.”
“You are fifty federal lawsuits waiting to happen.”
“You know what—”
Jane intervened again, grabbing Darcy and pulling her away from Maria. “Okay, that’s enough. We’re all a little tipsy here still. How about we get the nice diplomat back to his embassy safe and sound?”
Santana unapologetically nodded, continuing to unpack her suitcase. “You heard me right, Berry Short. You got yourself a new bed buddy.”
“We have a couch - ”
“Hell no.” Straightening, Santana gave Rachel a pointed look. “That thing is ratty as hell. My back is not going to be its acupuncture victim.” She crossed her arms, raising an eyebrow. “We shared a bed at Christmas. What’s changed? Didn’t think you’d suddenly be a prude. It’s not like I sleep naked.” She paused for effect. “Every night.”
Rachel closed her eyes, shaking her head. “I’m not going to touch that. And, I’m not a prude, thank you very much. That’s not the issue here. My bed is my personal space. What about Kurt?”
From where he had been drinking tea, loitering and not at all eavesdropping, Kurt looked at them. “Excuse you?”
Glancing at Kurt, Santana rolled her eyes. “While Porcelain smells amazing…”
“And no doubt has a very comfortable bed, probably being allergic to harsh fabrics…”
“I am,” Kurt agreed.
“I’m not sleeping with him. He’s too bony.” Santana smirked. “In more ways than one.”
Kurt choked into his tea, while Rachel looked confused for a few seconds. “I don’t see how being slim would be… Oh, Santana.”
“What? It’s not like he’d be able to withstand the hotness that is me.”
“I’m gay, Santana.”
“Hasn’t stopped ‘em before.”
“Santana,” Rachel raised her voice, shaking her head and waving her hands in front of her, “Who says I would be able to - “ She abruptly slapped her hands over mouth, stared at Santana, then Kurt, then back at Santana, and turned on her heel, walking out of the blankets.
Kurt and Santana watched her go.
“Did she just…?” Kurt asked.
Santana nodded, looking contemplative as she studied the area Rachel had disappeared behind. “She did.”
Request: pleaseee write more newt imagines! Your existing
ones are amazing!
Summary: Reader accompanies Newt to New York and makes new
friends along the way, while also getting caught in the middle of a dangerous
A/N: Hey everyone! Just thought I would drop in and say hi.
Also, hope you enjoy this fic!!
I do not own anything!!!
The smell of the ocean and the chill of the breeze filled
your senses as you took in the scenery before you. It was your first trip to
America and you could barely contain your excitement as Lady Liberty herself
came into view.
Huh, you thought, she’s smaller than I expected.
“Dougal,” you turned your head to find your best friend,
Newt Scamander, whispering to his suitcase, “settle down now, please. It won’t
Smiling, you skipped your way over to Newt and made yourself
comfortable next to him. Nudging him with your elbow, you leaned in and
“You know, Newt, it doesn’t exactly scream ‘I’m just a
normal Muggle’ when you whisper to your suitcase like that.” Newt avoided
looking at you, but you could see the blush creeping up on his cheeks, which
caused your stomach to do flips, and watched as a small smile appeared.
“Well, you know how impatient Dougal can be when he doesn’t
get to see you for too long, Y/N/N.”
“Of course, I would get upset if I couldn’t be able to see
my favorite person for a long period of times either,” you joked and you could
see the soft pink in his cheeks turn red.
Why is he so cute?
Before you could say anything else, there was an
announcement that said you would be arriving at the dock soon. Motioning for
Newt to stand up, the two of you walked towards the exit of the boat.
The two of you walked down the gangplank among a group of people
headed to customs, Newt listened as you rambled on about how excited you were
for this trip.
You and Newt were always close since your first day at
Hogwarts. Newt was a year older than you, but when you saw a couple of fifth
years picking on him, you couldn’t just sit by so you decided to hex them
(which landed you in detention) and the two of you became instant friends. The
two of you have always been protective over one another, you more so over him since
you developed a crush after a while, but that was a different story.
When he was expelled from Hogwarts, Newt begged you to stay
so that you could finish school after you tried to leave with him. Although you
were reluctant about it, you finally agreed to stay. For the remainder of your
school years, you sent an owl to Newt every day and spent both Christmas as
well as half of the summer break with him and his family, who claimed you as
their own since you didn’t have the best home life. When you had graduated from
Hogwarts, Newt asked you to join him on his travels and you did not hesitate in
It was Newt’s turn to get checked by the guard and you
watched from behind the customs table as he shifted nervously on his feet,
“First trip to America?” You looked up as the customs
official spoke up and looked back at Newt who simply smiled back,
“Anything edible in there?”
If only you knew,
As luck would have it, the latch on his suitcase that you
bugged him numerous times to get fixed popped off and you froze behind him.
Dougal, you shook
your head as you thought of the creature smiling smugly in the case. Newt
closed the latch as he mumbled something about getting it fixed, causing you to
roll your eyes.
Newt lifted his suitcase onto the table and flicked the
Muggle Worthy switch, a feature you knew would come in handy. You held your
breath as you silently prayed that the switch didn’t malfunction as he opened
up the suitcase and sighed in relief when it showed nothing but Newt’s clothes.
Giving an unamused look to Newt, the official finally handed
back his passport and suitcase,
“Welcome to New York.” Taking a breath of relief, you
watched as Newt hastily gathered his items and walked past the customs official
“We really need to have a talk with Dougal and his lack of
patience,” you whispered as you leaned into Newt, “he almost got us caught.”
Newt only smiled,
“He’s just excited, is all, with
being in a new country and everything. Sound like anyone we know?” Rolling your
eyes, you wrapped your arm through his as the two of you made your way out of
Both you and Newt stared up in awe at the buildings as the
two of you made your way down a street you failed to catch the name of. Newt
did have a map to the location that you guys were headed, but when you were
going to ask about it, the voice of a woman shouting caused you to turn your
A huge group of people were gathered around one woman in front
of what looked like a bank, who was dressed differently than everyone else.
Behind her was a banner with a strange symbol of two hands snapping a wand in
half and you huffed in annoyance at the sight. Leaning towards Newt, you
“I take it they aren’t the biggest fans of wizards?” Newt
didn’t reply, but instead watched the Muggle speak with a sort of interest, and
made his way into the group to get a better glance at her when he suddenly
bumped into another lady that was eating… well, you didn’t know what she was
Newt mumbled an apology, but it was so quiet and the woman seemed
to not have heard him as she glared at him. Groaning, you walked up to her and
tapped her shoulder, noticing the way her collar was turned up and how she kept
her face hidden by her hat.
“I’m so sorry; my friend here can sometimes get distracted,”
you gave a tight lipped smile and the lady nodded.
“It’s okay. No harm done,” the woman said as she lifted her
food to take a bite when suddenly a shorter man pushed his way between the two
“Excuse me, dolls, just trying to get to the bank.” You
watched the man continue pushing his way through the crowd and turned back
towards the woman, shaking your head.
“Wow, I guess it’s just ‘push the lady eating…’ I’m sorry,
but what is that?” You gestured towards her meal.
“Oh, this? It’s called a hot dog. I’m guessing they don’t
have any in England?” Laughing, you shook your head,
“No, definitely not,” you extended your hand out, “my name
is Y/F/N Y/L/N.”
She smiled, and gripped your hand to shake,
Before you could say anything, you heard the voice of Newt
and quickly turned your head to see him running quickly into the building. Confused,
you turned back to Tina and quickly spoke,
“I’m sorry, but I, uh, need to go find my friend,” before
she could respond, you pushed through the group and made your way up the stairs
into the building.
The room was crowded with men and women that were dressed in
fancier attire than yourself and you immediately began to search for Newt.
He shouldn’t be too
hard to find, you thought to yourself while looking around the bank. As you
moved through a line of people, you bumped into the guy from earlier, who was
stuffing something inside of his coat pocket,
“I’m so sorry, I was just…” he trailed off and he suddenly
seemed more nervous as he looked beyond you and you smiled.
“It’s no problem, sir. But have you seen my friend? He’s
about this tall and has this distinct suit—“
You stopped mid-sentence as you saw a grey blob from the
corner of your eye and saw the most frustrating, as well as sweetest creature,
crawl between the legs of Muggles.
Niffler, that little
Finally, your eyes landed on a frustrated Newt as he
searched hastily for the creature and you pursed your lips. Looking back
towards the tense Muggle in front of you, you awkwardly smiled,
“Actually, never mind, I found him. Thank you, sir!” Pushing
past the man, you walked up to Newt and tugged on the sleeve of his jacket. He
quickly turned to you, his hair slightly messy, and gave an exasperated sigh,
“Oh, there you are Y/N! It seems that Niffler—“
The sound of coins falling catches both yours and Newt’s
attention and you turned to find Newt making his way towards a bench and diving
underneath it and reaching his hand underneath. Niffler popped out from the
other side of the bench and you hopped over Newt’s legs in search of the
creature. Barely catching sight of him, you watched as he sat at the bottom of
a trolley that was being moved behind the bankers’ desks. Running back towards
Newt, you grabbed him by his jacket and lifted him up.
“I found him; he’s on the other side of the desks.” Newt nodded
and began to follow you. The two of you watched through the security gate as
the Niffler, sitting on a pile of gold coins, gave you a smug look and stuffed
his pouch with the coins.
Narrowing your eyes at the creature, you were about to pull
out your wand to Disapparate onto the other side of the security gate when
suddenly a familiar voice rang through your ears.
“Hey, Mr. English guy! Your egg is hatching!”
Before you could react, Newt was already pulling the man
towards you and grabbed onto your hand to Disapparate into a stairwell. Looking
at your surroundings, your eyes locked on to the moving egg in the Muggles
hand. Not bothering to ask how he got it, you watched as an Occamy finally
hatched and you smiled widely between the Muggle and Newt, whose wand was in
between his lips.
Newt held his hand out so the Muggle could carefully place
the Occamy onto it, and walked down the stairs. Instead of following Newt, you
grabbed onto the Muggle’s arm to calm him as he began to talk to himself.
“I know it’s a lot to take in Mister, but you’ll have to
come with us.” Not bothering to wait for a response, you dragged him down the
stairs with you.
At the bottom of the steps was Newt placing the Occamy into
his suitcase, mumbling something to the creatures inside. Shaking your head in
amusement, your eyes locked onto the feet of the Niffler squeezing through the
“Don’t make me come down there.”
“Newt!” You said in a more annoyed tone that caught Newt’s
attention, causing him to turn his head towards you. Nodding to the vault, you
pulled your wand out and pointed it towards the vault, but not before turning
to the Muggle standing next to you,
“Sorry, this is about to get weirder. Alohamora.” As the locks began to turn and the vault clicked open,
you grabbed ahold of the Muggle and took a step forward.
“Oh, so you were gonna steal
the money, Mr. Kowalski?” As the three of you turned around, an alarm began to
“Why do Muggles always have to make things more difficult,”
you mumbled to yourself in annoyance as you lifted your wand, “Petrificus Totalus!” The Muggle
stiffened and began to fall to the ground as you placed your wand back into
your coat pocket.
“Mr. Bingley!” You
turned to look at the man next to you and he began to panic. Grabbing onto his
arm again, you forced him to look at you,
“Hey, uh, Mr. Kowalski was it?” He nodded,
“Uh, Jacob. Y-you can call me Jacob.” Giving him a
reassuring smile, you tightly squeezed his arm,
“I’m Y/N, it’s nice to meet you despite the circumstances.
But I promise you, he will be fine. Now, my friend and I will get you out of
here. All you have to do is trust us.” Staring
at you in disbelief, Jacob nodded slowly.
As you walked into the vault, your eyes fell to the large
pile of coins, jewels, and other shiny artifacts that were falling out of the
Niffler’s pouch. The creature looked at you, as if asking for your help and you
shook your head.
“Nope. Don’t look at me like that. You got yourself into
this mess and you got caught.”
Newt smiled in admiration as you continued to scold the
creature and before he could put the creature back into the case, footsteps
filled the room and the three of you turned to find several guards pointing
guns at you all. Before the guards could take another step forward, Newt
quickly stood and grabbed ahold of you and Jacob in order to Disapperate.
You found yourself on the side of the bank, the alarms still
sounding and people making a commotion about what was happening. Newt bent down
and opened his case so he could place the struggling Niffler inside.
“For the last time, you pilfering pest, keep your paws off
what doesn’t belong to you!” Huffing in annoyance, you quickly turned back to
Jacob and smiled,
“I am so sorry about all of this, Jacob but—“
“Wait,” Newt interrupted, “how do you know his name, Y/N?”
“Well… I might have asked him.” Newt sighed,
“Y/N, I know you mean well, but he is only going to forget
who we are in a matter of seconds.”
“I know but, since he has already seen a lot, I figured we
could be friends and he could help us get to—“
“Out of the question,” Newt said quickly and you crossed
your arms as you began to pout.
Newt smirked at this and turned towards a confused Jacob,
“I’m so sorry about all of this, but you have seen too much
so if you could please stand there and it will all be over quickly.” As Newt
reached for his wand, Jacob quickly grabbed onto a suitcase and swung it at
Newt fell to the
ground and you ran to help him before turning to watch Jacob run into a huge
crowd. Looking back at Newt, you stifled a laugh,
“Well now look what happened, maybe if you would have
listened to me—“
“Not now, Y/N,” you helped Newt up, but turned as you heard
a set of footsteps come towards you, only to recognize it as the lady from
earlier. Newt let go of your hand as he
retrieved his suitcase, and began walking towards Tina. Following Newt, you
waved at Tina,
“Hey! You’re Tina ri—“
Before you could finish your sentence, Tina grabbed hold of
you and Newt and Disapparated you all from the bank.
Jungkook definitely has a kink with blindfolds. Like, we all know how sensible he is with smells, no? God I want a fic like that. Idk about you but for me Jungkook is def a sub.
I think he has a strong duality where he can either be a hardcore dom or a soft sub depending on what he and his partner wants, but the fact that he likes older girls makes me think he likes being babied. His aversion to being called “oppa” just makes it all the more obvious. So therefore: sub!Jungkook confirmed
Stiles just wants to know what he smells like to Derek.
Note: This fic is so lovely. I actually had to scroll up to the top when I was halfway through to check it was under 500 kudos because I was sure I must have strayed way over the limit somehow. The Derek feels will hit you in the heart and there’s such a cosy, fluffy ending. I keep going back to reread it.
re: crewt I'm new to fandom and lots of crewt I've read is v fluffy, which is great! but i just really want sth where newt gets close & personal with the wild, darker side of credence, and he's just so turned on. like, newt *loves* things that other people shit their pants at, he's nurturing but also mad as all shite - then along comes credence and newt's like 'omg my precious baby roll is also fucking terrifying this is hitting all of my kinks like wow'
GET THE BREAD AND KNIFE OUT BECAUSE THIS IS MY JAM AND I GONNA SPREAD IT EVERYWHERE. That is entirely my jam and jelly and marmalade man i GOT this. Ok so here is a drabble that only….LIGHTLY touches on that. And I may continue it. No promises. But here is a hint of “Credence has some DARKER urges going on and Newt is INTO IT”
Please note this was written mostly on the phone and is not proofread.
“You don’t have to hold back, you know.”
Credence’s hand pauses mid-grind, the pestle
stopping against the unidentifiable blue and purple leaves that are halfway to
a paste in the stone bowl. He tilts his head, frowning as he thinks the words
Newt had said them very casually, and with no
prompting on Credence’s part. They hadn’t been talking for quite some time,
both focused on the work of trying to make a cheering potion based on the
billywig venom. Or more, Newt is working on the potion while Credence grinds,
chops, and decants as he was directed to.
The pause continues with no further clues, and
Credence looks up. Newt is bent at the knees and back so his face is level with
the woodless fire, prodding at the base of it with his wand. His shirt is
untucked and stained here and there with plant material, and the sleeves are
pushed up carelessly so one is bunched around his bicep and the other is folded
at the elbow.
This is all normal, along with the fact that
Newt is behaving as if he didn’t just start a conversation in the middle. He
often forgets that it helps if everyone around knows what the topic is.
Finally, after being sure that Newt wasn’t going
to give any clues, Credence asks “I’m sorry?”