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NEWT SCAMANDER X READER

WARNINGS: none

REQUESTED BY @ameafifiust


Raindrops hit the window’s glass in a haphazard pattern as Newt Scamander glanced anxiously at the door, for the seventh time in two minutes. His stomach flipped as he heard the wretched cracking of thunder, and a flash of light flickered against the window.

She was supposed to be back an hour ago.

The clock which hung over the kitchen table ticked. Sixty-one minutes ago.

Newt let out a heavy sigh, running a shaky hand through his chestnut hair. His fingers were pale as he clutched a steaming cup of tea, perched on the wooden coffee table. His left foot tapped a frantic beat on the floor as he sipped the hot drink, slightly burning his tongue.

The minute hand on the clock traveled around twice more before he heard a set of keys fumbling on the other side of the door.

He was on his feet in an instant, rushing over to the door and prying it open to find Y/N, her key outstretched between her fingers. Her hair was sopping wet, sticking to her face. Newt looked at her, mascara slightly smudged underneath her eyes, bag strewn halfway down her arm. She gave him a small smile.

“Are you mental?” he breathed, gently wrapping a hand around her arm and pulling her inside the warm flat.

The door was slammed shut behind them, and Y/N stumbled, her boots loudly hitting the hardwood floors. “Why didn’t you apparate?” Newt asked, unwrapping the wet scarf from around her shoulders.

She attempted to explain how her wand had been in the bottom of her bag, and she hadn’t wanted to open it out in the rain, but all that came out of her mouth was incoherent mumbling, as she was still shaking from the cold.

Newt sighed. “We need to get you out of these clothes - you’re freezing,” he said, holding up a finger before hurrying down the hall towards his bedroom.

Y/N weakly shrugged her jacket off, placing it onto the back of a purple armchair. She sighed, her head slightly spinning, as Newt walked back into the room, one of his sweaters crumpled in his hands. 

He sucked in a breath as she slowly pulled her shirt over her head, leaving her skin bare except for her bra. Newt looked away, but his eyes glanced back at her almost instantly. There was a short moment when his gaze fixated on the dip of her collarbone, which was coated in tiny goosebumps. 

The two of them had been close friends for over three years, but she had never made Newt Scamander’s heart flutter faster than it had in that moment.

“Here,” he mumbled, pressing the sweater into her hands. She took it, smiling softly, and pulled it over the top of her damp head.

“Thanks,” Y/N mumbled, feeling the warm, dry fabric against her cold skin. 

“You should sit down,” he murmured, guiding her towards the couch. She kicked off her boots and curled up on the corner of the sofa, tucking her legs underneath her body. Y/N watched as Newt walked into their minuscule kitchen, opening a cabinet and reaching up to grab a blue mug from the top shelf.

She couldn’t deny that her eyes had lingered on the skin of his abdomen that had been exposed when his cotton shirt inched upwards, only for a moment.

Her eyes tore away, looking down at her fumbling hands in her lap as the sound of Newt pouring tea into the mug filled their New York City flat.

She cleared her throat. “What did you do when I was gone?” she asked, glancing back up at him.

He walked over, two cups of tea in his hands. “Nothing,” he said, sitting down about a foot away from her on the couch. He slipped the hot porcelain mug into her hands, their fingers slightly brushing against each other.

“Thanks,” she whispered, taking a slow slip of the hot tea. Y/N looked around, only to see bare countertops and tidy floors. It didn’t seem like Newt had been doing much of anything. Not even his notebook - which he scribbled in constantly - was in sight. She glanced back at him, as he stared into his tea. “So, you didn’t just sit around worrying about me?”

His head snapped up to look at her. “No, no. Of course not,” he said, shaking his head. Newt gingerly sipped his tea.

She raised an eyebrow, asking, “How many cups of tea have you had?”

He swallowed, hard, knowing that she saw right through him. “Three,” he mumbled, his blue eyes avoiding hers.

Y/N sighed, running a hand through her still damp hair. “Newt…”

“Well, what was I supposed to do?” he expressed, moving even closer to her on the couch. “You were out there, in a huge storm - and there was no way for me to get a hold of you,” he rambled, running his tongue over his bottom lip. His voice dropped suddenly as he whispered, “You freaked me out.”

She sucked in a breath as another crack of thunder sounded outside. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, meeting his eyes. 

“It’s okay,” he said softly, his eyes not leaving hers. “I’m just glad you’re alright.”

“Yeah…” she whispered, the heated mug warm against her palm. Her eyes dropped down to Newt’s cheeks, and she stared at the light brown freckles scattered across his skin. Her lips parted as she peered back up into his eyes, the shade of blue sending a chill down her spinal cord.

She leaned over, placing her mug on the coffee table. “Newt,” she said, strongly, determined.

His eyebrows slightly raised. “Yeah?” he asked, mimicking her gesture and putting his cup down as well.

Maybe it was the sound of the rain pounding on the window, or the tea burning in her throat, or the way Newt’s skin looked under the lamplight - but Y/N felt a tug in her chest that she couldn’t help but give in to.

“Kiss me.”

“What?” he stuttered, but couldn’t get out another word, as Y/N’s mouth was already on his, her warm hands clutching his cheeks.

Surprised, Newt slowly threaded his fingers through her wet hair, kissing her back with all the strength he could muster. Her face was cold, but her soft lips were warm from the tea - the taste that still lingered on their tongues as their mouths wrote a story, with each other as the main character.

He pulled away for a moment. A whisper tingled against her lips: “I guess our friendship is completely ruined.”

Y/N simply laughed, placing a hand on the back of his neck, and pulling his face back toward hers. When their lips reunited, Newt suddenly leaned forward, his hand on the skin of her left cheek. Her back to sunk into the sofa cushion, her leg swinging out and -

A shatter.

She gasped, pushing herself onto her elbows. Her eyes fell on the shattered pieces of the blue mug, the sitting room carpet slowly absorbing the tea.

“I’m so sorry-” she started.

“It can wait,” Newt mumbled, quickly pressing his lips back onto hers, which resulted in Y/N smiling against his mouth, a small chuckle escaping her mouth.

Merlin, was he glad she came home.


hope you all have a great week!! xx

anonymous asked:

I'm assuming you're talking about the cousin insta stories? but we don't know where they're going do we? so what's the matter?

I mean it’s a british airways flight, they know they are monitored by the fans and they are documenting the whole thing with snapchats, byriani is with her…anons were so kind to warn us hours ago so yeah, where else can they go behaving like this? it still makes absolute ZERO sense and i don’t know what louis did to deserve this after all this time, but it is what it is i guess. 

Altocalciphilia

Altocalciphilia: a fetish for high-heeled shoes

Synopsis: Yoongi finds out he has… a new type of kink. Seeing you prance around happily in a pair of sparkling red heels he bought you drives him absolutely nuts and all he wants to do is see you in nothing but them.

Originally posted by lethargicmin

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: pure smut

Word Count: 2593

Warnings: uh, graphic smut possibly ,’:^) sum mini high heel fetish??

A/N: okay this literally stirred up less than an hour ago and s/o to ash & abby; sorry for the mistakes #noproofreadsquadtonight


The glimmering sunlight captures the sparkle in your eyes as you turn around to your boyfriend with eyes that look like they’re full of innocence. One of your hands still rests upon the display glass of the shoe store, and he frowns because he knows exactly what you want.

“Yoongi, please?” You beg and point to a pair of red heels with silver bottoms inside the store.

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It’s 1:47 a.m. You left my house an hour ago, but I still crave your kisses. I should’ve kissed you longer before you left. I always take your company and your love for granted until you’re actually gone. I’m sorry. I love you. I really, really love you.

anonymous asked:

Their flight either landed 1 hour ago or will land in 20 minutes! Cant wait! They probably will wait for 5pm to release the pics tho

Well I’m pulling up to work so have fun

captain-erwinmerica  asked:

Loving all your ffxv posts right now, there's not enough on my feed! I'm so glad to see someone I follow post it even though it breaks my fucking heart.

YEAh man i actually just finished playing it a few hours ago so i need to get that need for it out (it was so good and i cried so much agudhdhs)

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December 2-5th

The last few days definitely haven’t gone as planned. I ended up waking up Friday morning with a really sore throat which got progressively worse and turned into a full blown fever and headache and all that fun stuff. So we missed the tree lighting Friday. Saturday I still felt awful. So we missed the lights maze. Sunday I felt pretty bad still but forced myself to go to my aunt’s Christmas get together since I haven’t seen them since my grandmas funeral years ago. We only went for an hour so it wasn’t too bad. Today I was supposed to bring Brielle to visit my mom at work and meet everyone but once again, nope. Sick. Felt like shit. Yay.

Plus it snowed a lot last night/today which was super disappointing because I’m still sick so I didn’t get to go out in it or anything. Oh well I guess. I just really hope I feel better soon. I’m sad to be missing so many things that were planned.

This week we have bri’s paediatrician appointment and an appointment at the breastfeeding centre, plus I think we’ll get santa pictures done, I have a ton of baking to do, and we’re planning on a Harry Potter marathon with matt. Plus the Stanley park Christmas train and I have some Christmas shopping to do. Let’s hope my body can get its shit together and stop being sick, because this sucks.

How many times did you watch the episode?
  • Yuri!!! on Ice Ep 1-6: About 10 times. It was THAT good.
  • Yuri!!! on Ice Ep 7: I haven't stopped watching since it aired someone send help I cannot with the content and revelation in this episode I feel like this is the reason I was born, just to watch an anime perfectly portray human flaws and a healthy queer relationship that was not overly fetishized on screen instead the characters just purely adore and accept each other. Bless this anime, bless its creators and staff, bless everyone in this universe.

Shiro was on ponytail duty and a certain Red Paladin was very very pleased.

I legit dreamt of Shiro tying Keith’s hair into a ponytail after sparring at night, and he apologized for doing such a messy job but Keith would have none of it because SHUT UP SHIRO I LOVE IT. I just really really love Keith omg orz

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