Since the MBTI system has been in place, there’s been the unavoidable “classifications” of the 16 types. The most widely accepted one is the temperaments (NT, NF, SJ, SP) It works, but definitely has its flaws. Like, do ISTJs and ESFJs really have THAT much in common other than being law-abiding citizens guided by stability? If so, then why aren’t INTJs and ENFJs pitted in the same category? My favorite personal way is the “Pi/Pe/Je/Ji-Dom’’ system. I find that the personality types within these groups tend to operate on a day to day basis more similarly and display more similar behavior. For those who never heard of it, it goes something like this: Perceiving dominants (IxxJ, ExxJ, IxxP, ExxP). The judgment functions then become secondary (Thinking and feeling). So I thought I would summarize them each with their own nifty little title. Disclaimer: This is just my opinion, not gospel, so go ahead and criticize.
Pi-Doms (ISTJ, ISFJ, INTJ, INFJ): The soldiers
-Pi-Doms’ name of their game is ’‘stability”. Their Dominant function absorbs information subjectively and constantly wonders what is the safest route to make it through this life. ISxJs will use their personal experience and compare it when faced with anything new, INxJs will analyze what is beneath the surface of what they are seeing and set their sails for the best path accordingly.
- Their auxiliary function becomes their tool in making their way into this world. IxFJs will tap into the social atmosphere and easily fit in society, even helping their fellow men. While IxTJs will look at the world wondering what is objectively the best course of action in making things happen.
- Their tertiary function is how they make their personal judgement of things. IxFJs will analyze what makes sense to them objectively, while IxTJ will ponder about their inner motivation and what personally matters to them.
-Their inferior function is a danger zone where they feel everything will spiral downward really fast if they tap into it. ISxJs worry that every new event will lead to disaster and have a hard time dealing with the unexpected, whereas INxJs find the real, immediate sensory world to be somewhat unreliable and dangerous.
Pe-Doms (ESFP, ESTP, ENFP, ENTP):The livewires
-Simply put, Pe-Doms are like letting a kid loose at the zoo, amusement park or toy store and telling them they have “carte blanche” for 24 hours. So of course they will try to squeeze in everything they can during that time period, metaphorically pulling on every lever in sight to see what will happen.
- Their auxiliary function serves as judgement to decide what they put priority in; emotional matters (ESFP, ENFP) or technical matters (ESTP, ENTP).
- Their tertiary function helps them not to get too carried away with things. ESFPs and ENFPs will wonder what is the best logical course of action (Te) while ESTPs and ENTPs will remind themselves that they belong to a social system and other people matter.
- Their inferior function is like a parent nagging at them, in other words, it breaks their fun. For ENTPs and ENFPs Si is like Mom reminding you to take your sweater outside because it’s cold, even if you don’t want to. While ESTPs and ESFPs, have their Ni dads reminding them to check both sides of the street before crossing it.
Je-Doms (ESTJ, ESFJ, ENTJ, ENFJ):The leaders
- Je-Doms’ first priority is organization, whether it be people or things. They thus, “attack” the world aggressively which can make them overbearing at times, but in reality they are the pillars of this society. They all evaluate what needs to be done effortlessly and make it happen.
- Their auxiliary function serves as to what route they want to make this happen with ESTJs and ESFJs preferring their personal experience and what has been known to work, whereas ENTJs and ENFJs prefer to focus on the unknown and forge a path to safety.
- Their tertiary function is better known as the “fun” function. It allows them to let loose and throw their cares away, which they desperately need after all this focus on leading. ESTJs and ESFJs will want to explore new interests in life whereas ENTJs and ENFJs will just…..give in to what they want to do now. But in both cases, they did their homework, and most likely deserve it.
-Their inferior function represents a repressed child crying for help. For ESTJs and ENTJs they have to remind themselves what they emotionally want whereas for ESFJs and ENFJs, they have to learn to take a step back and objectively analyze what’s going, disregarding how they feel about it.
Ji-Doms (ISTP, ISFP, INTP, INFP): The nomads
- Ji-Doms are all about one thing: Their personal needs and expression of said needs. They focus mostly on their individuality regardless if it fits within the social mold. IxFPs judge things on what makes sense to their inner values, and IxTPs judge things on what just……..makes sense, period.
- Their auxiliary function allows them to express themselves. ISxPs are more visceral and what to experience life first hand on their own terms. They have a tendency towards a “flashy” appearance (i.e. tattoos, latest designer clothes) INxPs however, have a penchant for a more provocative, upbeat appearance (Purple hair? Why not? It’ll get people guessing…)
- Their tertiary function is really interesting. It makes them take pause and ponder about the deeper implication of things (ISxPs) or remember what has always mattered to them (INxPs). In both cases, it serves as a “safety” zone.
- The inferior function is what all Ji-Doms seem to rebel against. IxFPs find that Te is suffocating and destroys their individuality and freedom whereas IxTPs find that Fe forces them into being someone that they are not.
Summary:You’re head over heels for your best friend Bucky and hate the nickname he gave you as it doesn’t exactly scream romance.
Word count: 2942
Warnings:Same as always
A/N: FYI on Chap. 4 I had to go back and make a minor change bc of a continuity error. Bucky’s hair is short (think TJ Hammond style) in this fic and i slipped up an put in a man-bun note (it’s my weakness). Sorry! Now, back to the story….
Wanda in your closet to hunt through the mass of new clothes you’d
unceremoniously shoved in there earlier, you raced down the floor towards Nat’s
room, ready to call the whole night off after that disaster of a dinner. You rounded the corner and attempted to stop short
but your socks had no grip and you crashed into a wall of muscle. “Sorry, Sam,” you mumbled. “You okay?”
Sam laughed and steadied you back on your feet.
heard Bucky snort from behind and winced.
Great, he’d just seen you stuff your face full of Chow Mein and apple
pie and now he caught you hurdling down the hallway like the giant boulder from
Indiana Jones. “He’s fine,” Bucky
clapped him on the back. “Not even you
could crack this thick skull.”
that he pulled Sam’s sweatshirt hood over his eyes and gave him a noogie before
guffawing like a doofus and racing past you with Sam hot on his heels.
yo! What the hell’s that mean?!” he
hollered. “And don’t touch my hair,
man!” Sam’s voice carried down the
hallway as he chased your best friend. A
loud thud and muffled ‘ooof’ confirmed that he’d caught up to him and
apparently rugby tackled him in the living room.
“Just tell me if you want me to take over.” Phil was currently sitting on the bed, an amused smirk covering his face. I shook my head determinedly.
“No,” I insisted. “I can be dominant too!” He rolled his eyes. Walking up to him, I gripped his jaw and forced him to look up. “Don’t roll your eyes at me.”
“Sorry, master. It’s just quite funny that you’d think I was submissive at all.” He chuckled. I was quickly growing tired of his lack of cooperation, anger boiling in my stomach. Lowering my voice, I leaned in close to his ear.
“Strip, or I’ll have to punish you.” His breath seemed to hitch for half a second before falling back into place. The smirk returned easily. It happened so quickly I found myself doubting if it had actually been real.
“As if you could punish me. Go ahead.”
Finally. I shoved him backwards, hurriedly undoing my belt and pulling his hands over his head. Using the belt as a restraint, I locked his wrists to the headboard. Phil bit his lip, glancing at the leather strap holding his arms up.
I brought his attention back to me by straddling his hips. Making sure that he was watching, I dragged a hand down my chest teasingly before catching hold of my t-shirt, pulling it off as slow as I could. Then I brought my fingers to the button on my pants.
Phil watched attentively as I undid my black jeans, pushing them down my hips along with my boxers. I stroked myself lightly. A barely audible whine fell from his mouth, and his eyes darkened as he stared. Parting his lips subconsciously, I watched his tongue wet them. I chuckled low.
“Eager, are we? You sure slipped into your role easily.” His cheeks turned crimson, and he averted his eyes. Moving up to straddle his chest, I brought my tip to his mouth. “Go on, sweetheart.”
Still flustered, he parted his lips. I pushed in slowly, tangling my fingers in his hair. I used the black strands to pull him further, only stopping when I hit the back of his throat. Then I pulled back out before repeating the movement.
Tears formed in Phil’s eyes as I thrusted roughly, hitting the back of his throat repeatedly as he gasped for breath. He tried his best to relax and pleasure me properly, choked moans falling from his lips. I groaned as I watched him, some unknown part of me loving how he looked when he was being controlled like this.
“Look at you, taking me without complaint,” I purred, jerking my hips hard one more time before dragging his mouth off. He gasped for breath, a few tears falling from his eyes. His hair was a mess from my fingers pulling at it. Yet he looked up at me hopefully, begging to please me further. Not a submissive, hmm? I beg to differ.
Releasing his hands, I got off of him. “Strip,” I ordered again. This time he hurried to obey, practically ripping off his shirt and jeans. Then he kneeled on the bed, waiting for my next command. I raked my eyes over his exposed skin hungrily. Phil whimpered softly, running a hand over himself.
“Please, Dan… I want you..” His voice was hoarse from my rough treatment. I glared at him. Pushing him backwards, I restrained his wrists with my belt again.
“Don’t be so greedy.”
“Sorry,” He whispered meekly. I hummed in response, leaning down to attach my lips to his collarbone. He shuddered, turning his head to give me better access. I bit and bruised his pale skin, gripping his thighs as I slowly moved down his chest. Phil had crossed his legs sometime after getting undressed, hiding himself from view. I sat up and slipped my fingers in between his thighs.
“Let me see you, baby,” I purred, using my hands to pull them apart gently. He blushed, avoiding my eyes. Hmm.. submissive Phil is shy… Trying to assure him, I leaned forwards to kiss him softly. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. You’re beautiful.” I whispered against his lips.
His blush deepened, but he did kiss me back after a moment. Taking that as a cue to continue, I leaned over him to grab the bottle of lube. But as soon as he saw what I was holding, he tensed up again. I sighed.
“What’s wrong, baby? Do you want to stop?” I asked, brushing his fringe off of his sweaty forehead. Phil shook his head, murmuring meekly.
“N-no, I just… Who’s topping?” His eyes were wide and nervous. Ohhhhhhhh…. Chuckling, I kissed him again, letting him melt against me.
“I may have some dominance in me, but I’m no top.” Phil visibly relaxed. Pouring a bit of lube onto my fingers, I began to warm it up. “Now… You get to watch me prep myself.” He moaned softly, rubbing his thighs together in a bid for friction. I glared at him until he stopped.
I dragged my palm down my chest teasingly, sliding it down and under my thighs until I felt my fingertip brush over my entrance. Then I pushed it in. Shutting my eyes tightly, I quickly added another, scissoring them with a groan.
I could hear Phil panting, accompanied with whines each time I thrust my fingers in further. He sounded so desperate, so undone. I finally understood why he had always encouraged me to not hold back the noises. Once I was finally stretched enough, I pulled them out, wincing slightly. Then I opened my eyes.
He was a mess, his cheeks flushed and his eyes dark as he struggled not to lift up his hips. I chuckled, pleased to see him trying so hard to obey me. “You’ve been such an obedient little thing,” I hummed, moving up to straddle his hips again. “Can you do one more thing for me?”
Phil nodded. I positioned myself over him, looking into his eyes the whole time. “Beg.”
His cheeks flushed even darker, if possible, but he complied. “Please, Dan! P-please… Ah… Want you to claim me…” I smirked, gripping his thighs as I began to sink down. His words broke into moans, mixing with the stuttery gasps falling from my lips.
My fingers dug into his thighs as I went as far as I could go, leaving dark bruises over his skin. He strained against the tight leather strap around his wrists. “Ple-ease…” He whined, clenching and unclenching his fingers as he pulled.
I admired the sight for a few seconds before lifting my body up and dropping back down. My vision blurred with hazy pleasure, instinct causing me to pick up a fast rhythm.
“S-so good… Dan! Ah!” As much as I wanted to close my eyes and bask in the sound of Phil falling apart beneath me, I found that I was quickly becoming exhausted with my high out of my reach.
“Phil… I need..” He seemed to get the message quickly, rolling his hips up to meet me. The sudden added friction was so good it was dizzying, heat coiling in my stomach almost instantly. I probably would have lost control then, if it wasn’t for the desperate mewl that burst from Phil’s lips.
“S-so… Much… Please, close! Close..” he rambled, hands clenched into fists above his head as he fought off his orgasm. His eyes locked on mine, a pleading question clear in his eyes.
I leaned down to bite one of the marks on his throat, earning a gasp. “You can come… Want you to fill me…” I mumbled against the bruising skin. It took a few seconds for him to register my words before he was shaking, choking out jumbled words and sounds, the clearest one being my name. Then heat shot into my body.
He whimpered as I pulled off of him. I worked my hand over myself, and within a few seconds I was spilling over his stomach with a long moan, white blanketing the red and purple bruises dotting his skin. We both breathed heavily.
I trailed my fingers over his body, collecting the mess there and bringing it up to his lips. Phil, in his post-orgasmic haze, opened his mouth and sucked my fingers clean without complaint.
“You were so good,” I praised him, brushing his messy fringe out of his eyes. It finally seemed to catch up to him what had just happened, a dark crimson blush spreading over his cheeks as he stared down at what I’d done to him. “You okay, sweetheart?” I whispered softly.
He poked one of the bites, wincing, before nodding thoughtfully. Then he met my gaze. “Can… We do that again? Sometime?”
I grinned at him, leaning over to kiss his nose. “Absolutely.”
Can i please have a rough smut where one of the members get extremely jealous 🙈🙊🙊
genre: smut smut smut
a/n: it’s 6:51am as I’m posting this and idk why I’m posting this early but oh well :)
You were some fancy dinner with no other than Taehyung, it wasn’t just the company, it felt as though the whole world had been invited. These big, fancy parties were never your thing, nor Taehyung’s but the two of you had to attend for the company’s sake. You had to wear formal clothing and had assigned seats - now that wasn’t too weird, the weird part was that Taehyung was acting 103% serious which was highly unlike him, even if this was some big thing Taehyung would still joke around with you to make you feel more comfortable.
“Babe, are you alright? You seem a bit tense.”, you told him as you sat down in your assigned seats, where you found other BTS members and their partners. “I’m good, just Mr. ‘I Think I’m The Best’ over there keeps staring at my girl. I want to teach him a lesson or two but this is a really important dinner.” “You’re jealous?” “Sure, whatever you wanna call it; just don’t go near him? Please, it’s not that I don’t trust you, I just think he’s gonna do something to you if you do.” “Don’t worry, I’ll avoid him at all costs.”, you chuckled at his jealousy but knew deep down that it worried him when other guys looked at you, he was afraid of losing you to someone else.
[request: could u do one where we’re dating and we live really close so i sneak out to see him and we just cuddle and stuff? thank you! i really love ur other imagines btw !!]
The warm summer breeze floated through your open window, calming you as you laid on your bed. Midnight was nearing and you were growing restless, considering the fact that you had been home by yourself all day. Sure, you might have floated in the pool and started reading a few new books, but you could only relax for so long. The only thing you knew was that you were bored, and you really missed your boyfriend.
You and Y/C/N had only been dating for a little over a month, and as much as it scared you, you were quickly falling for him. In the short amount of time you had been together you found it hard to be away from him and he was always on your mind. But instead of being reasonable and giving yourself the distance you probably needed, you climbed out of bed, grabbed a pair of sneakers, and proceeded to walk downstairs to your front door.
Once you knew you had successfully gotten out of your house, you put on your shoes and began the 10 minute walk to Y/C/N’s house. You were thankful that he lived so close; you loved feeling the soft summer breeze in your hair and hearing the quietness of the neighborhood around you as you walked. You also couldn’t drive even if you wanted to, for your 17th birthday was still a few months away.
Getting lost in your thoughts, you soon found yourself standing in front of Y/C/N’s house. Rather than being a normal person and texting your boyfriend upon your arrival, you instead grabbed a small stone from the ground and threw it up towards his bedroom window (you may have missed the first few times but you got the hang of it eventually). Your heart fluttered when you noticed his blinds pull up, revealing the face of Y/C/N. He quickly opended his window, sticking his head out to look down at you.
“Y/N? Is that you?” You could see him squinting in the dark, and you wanted to slap yourself for immediately thinking about how cute he looked doing so.
“Surprise!” You said quietly, considering the fact that it was the middle of the night.
“Stay there, I’ll let you in.” Y/C/N quickly shut his window and pulled his blinds, disappearing from sight. You couldn’t help but think that he might be mad at you for showing up unannounced (and so late at night), and you began to regret your decision. A few moments later Y/C/N opened the front door to his house, immediately grabbing your hand and pulling you inside. You couldn’t help but notice his lack of a shirt as he led you upstairs to his bedroom.
“Don’t tell me you walked here all by yourself.” He spoke after closing the door behind you. Y/C/N stared at you expectantly as you hesitated to answer.
“I may or may not have walked here by myself.”
He sighed, shaking his head before pulling you to his chest. “It’s too late for you to be walking around by yourself, you could’ve gotten hurt. You know I would’ve come to pick you up if you called me.”
Your heart swelled at the fact that he cared so much about your safety. You wrapped your arms tighter around him, resting your head on his bare shoulder. “I’m sorry, I was just bored and I couldn’t sleep and I missed you.”
Y/C/N chuckled, pulling away slightly so he could press his lips onto yours, a feeling you didn’t think you’d ever get used to. You kissed him back slowly, standing on your tippy-toes to reach his height. He hummed into the kiss before pulling away and smiling down at you.
“You’re crazy, but I missed you too.” You giggled softly as he leaned down to pepper kisses all over your face, “Now come on, let’s go to bed.” Y/C/N let go of your waist to walk across his room to his closet. You sat on his bed while you waited for him to find you something to wear, watching his muscles flex as he sifted through his clothes.
“Stop checking me out.” He joked, pulling out a large t-shirt of his for you to sleep in.
Your face flushed a dark shade of pink at his comment.
“Sorry,” you mumbled, playing with your fingers. The amount of times Y/C/N had caught you staring was more than embarrassing.
Y/C/N laughed, padding across his room to where you were sitting. He tilted your chin up to look at him, kissing you for a few moments before pulling away. “Don’t be sorry. Stare all you want, baby; I’m yours, remember?” Your face flushed even more as he teased you, and you couldn’t help but smile as you jokingly pushed him away.
“Shut up,” you whined, and Y/C/N continued to laugh as he left the room to give you privacy to change.
You opened the door when you were finished and Y/C/N’s eyes travelled over your body, fully aware that you were watching. “How am I going to keep my hands off you?” He muttered, fully intending for you to hear. You blushed (as usual) when he left a lingering kiss on your lips before grabbing your hand and pulling you towards his bed. Once you both got under the covers Y/C/N turned off the lights, submerging the room into darkness. Your heart thudded nervously but excitedly in your chest due to the fact that you had never been this intimate with Y/C/N before.
He laid flat on his back, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you impossibly closer to him. You naturally draped one leg over his waist in order to lay comfortably on your side. His free hand fell to grip your bare thigh, and you sighed in content.
Y/C/N nudged your head with his in order to get your attention. You looked up from your spot on his chest only to be met with a pair of lips on your own. You hummed in surprise, reciprocating the kiss as butterflies danced in your stomach.
You quickly got lost in the taste of your boyfriend. You weren’t sure how long you were kissing him for, but you were sure that you never wanted this moment to end. With your body wrapped up in his and the feeling of his lips on yours,
This was paradise.
SORRY this is so short & also for being gone for so long:( but I’m excited to get back into the swing of things! thank you all for being patient & for 700 followers, it means the world :’)
the Christmas prompts: Reader running around trying to put Christmas hats on
all the X Men? (Kurt, Peter, Scott, Jean, Charles, Logan and Warren if you want
to haha) Anyone in X Men haha :) Merry Christmas!
One of the many Christmas prompts that we never wrote… lmao whoops. And because
I’m a ho, I made this Warren x reader even though it was never specified. Oops.
The power of invisibility
came with many perks. One of which, you were using right now to Santa-hat
ambush your teammates. First was Kurt. He was the easiest, despite the fact
that he was a teleporter. At the moment, he was curled up on the couch, a mug
of cocoa in-hand. He was very cozy, and as you stuck a red and white hat on his
head, he didn’t so much as flinch. In fact, he smiled, very excited to embrace
his first holiday season in America.
Next came Peter. This was
easier said than done. Even with your invisibility, every time you got close to
him, he zipped across the room to do something. But after about ten minutes of
chasing him down, he too was wearing a Santa hat.
After Peter, you pulled a
Santa Hat onto Scott’s head. He was too busy kissing Jean to notice. But when
he pulled away, he caught sight of the fuzzy white poofball attached to the red
“Watch,” Jean whispered.
Sure enough, more Santa hats began appearing on the heads of their friends
around the room from seemingly nowhere, and seeing as Peter was preoccupied and
the room wasn’t full of smoke, there was only one other person it could be.
And after you had Santa’d
Jean, Charles, Ororo, Jubilee, Hank, and Logan, there was only one person left.
Your cheeks began to burn
at the thought of it, but you pushed yourself onwards. He was leaning against
the wall, away from the others, watching with a bemused smirk. If he heard one
more comment about him being the Christmas angel or something that involved him
climbing on top of that tree, he was going to shove it so far up Peter’s ass-
He looked around the
room. Everyone except him was wearing a Santa hat. Had they been like that a minute
ago? He was sure they hadn’t. Wait a minute.
“Merry Christmas,” he
whispered softly. You froze in place, your arms poised just above his head. A
smirk tugged at your lip, and another idea struck. You leaned in very slowly
and pressed a long kiss to his cheek. He grinned and reached out for you, a
large hand settling on your shoulder. His touch shocked you into visibility,
and suddenly you were standing there in front of him, wearing your candy cane-striped
pajamas with rosy cheeks and wide eyes. He brushed the hair out of your face,
his rough fingers brushing against the soft skin of your face. You stuck the
Santa hat on top of his golden curls, a mischievous twinkle in your gaze. He
exhaled a long breath, just looking at you. And then he pulled you in for a
sweet, holiday kiss.
Crying is not a concept foreign to FN-2187: his training has
streamlined his mind into two neat lines deemed as being Productive and Unproductive.
Logic and loyalty and righteous anger at those against the First Order are
considered to be Helpful and Necessary, while misery, and guilt, and empathy
are cut out with clean scalpels and the burning sharpness of a laser drill.
Crying, it turns out, is startlingly difficult to remove.
FN-2187 is still a cadet, though his station officer has
listed his attributes on his public file, and he’s held a Stormtrooper helmet
in his hands and stood at attention when Captain Phasma inspected his platoon.
And at night, in the bunks he shares with twenty other cadets with matching
haircuts and identical uniforms, he learns how to recognise the hitching sounds
of someone burying their face in a pillow, or what it feels like when the
person sleeping above him shakes with sobs.
He also learns how to close his eyes, and shut his mouth.
This crying, however, is loud.
It’s not so much crying
as it is screaming, the same words
over and over in some foreign tongue, and with it comes a heat that tickles and
scratches his skin beneath his clothes. When he rubs his fingers together, eyes
screwed shut, it feels like sharpened dirt, and tastes of dust.
It’s a girl, he thinks, resisting the urge to roll over, and
he doesn’t recognise the voice. It’s too young, too pitched, and it echoes in a
way that’s unfamiliar to the dorms; expanding outwards and outwards,
uninhibited by corridors and the cold vacuum of space.
Yoongi - Roommate AU Genre: Smut Word Count: 4090ish It’s okay to fuck your roommate if it’s only a one-time thing.
A/N: There is honestly no excuse. But come on, no strings attached with Min Yoongi.
Min Yoongi was really more of an acquaintance than a friend,
all things considered. You knew his name and the fact that he was taking
classes at the college, but not much else aside from his rapping. Rather hard not to know about the rapping, what with
him being your roommate and all.
Oh, and his abhorrent
sleeping habits. For the love of god, could this kid maybe not sleep in until 2 in the afternoon and still be cranky if you
accidentally woke him up? Or at the very least, was it too much to ask that he
shut down his computer and stop messing around with his music sometime before 6am?
At least he was good-looking. Like, really good-looking. The few glimpses you had of him when he emerged
for food and left for class were enough to confirm that he was swoon-worthy. If
you were into the whole sleepy eyes/arrogant smirk/I-don’t-give-a-shit thing.
Which you definitely weren’t. For the most part. Kinda.
It took another four months for the man known as Yondu to find your ship. Every time he had gotten close to getting it back the people would disappear. During that time you had became closer to the ‘guardians of the galaxy’ although you never fully told them why you were looking for an unknown person. When Quill told all of you that you would be meeting up with Yondu on Contraxia you furrowed your brows. “The place that has all the brothels?"
"Yea, it’s the closest planet, sorry.” Quill said with a side smile.
Letting out a sigh you watched as he landed the ship on the snowy planet. Putting on your fur lined coat you followed them out onto the world. Loud music could be heard in the distance along with the bright lights of the bars and brothels. Wrapping your arms around your small frame when some of the men there began to gawk at you you tried to stay as close to Quill and Drax as possible. Coming up on one of the buildings you looked around Drax to see many men rowdy men dressed in red hanging around the front of the establishment.
“Gamora go take y/n and find a table in the Bar I’m going to go find Yondu.” Quill said walking into the brothel along with Rocket and Drax.
Sitting at one of the tables in the far corner Gamora sat in front of you with Groot sitting on the table between you. Ordering a drink you hoped it would settle your nerves. With manly males around you hoped none of these would be your mate. With less than half a year left to find your mate you knew you couldn’t be picky but all these men seemed so wild. Seeing Quill and the others walk over you straightened up. When they moved to sit down you saw a blue male behind them. As soon as your eyes landed on the male you felt something inside you flutter. His skin was a beautiful blue color that made his red eyes seem to glow. His head was bald except for the Mohawk looking thing that seemed to be made of something hard and not hair. He had a small amount of stubble on his chin and was dressed in dark red leather. He looked imposing and his whole composure yelled alpha. When his eyes landed on you you could not help but shrink inward at your omega instincts to submit.
Yondu looked over the female in shock. He wasn’t expecting her to be so beautiful. Her hair was long and h/c with e/c eyes that seemed to challenge the brightest star. She was dressed in black pants and a grey fur lined coat. She was small and hen he sat in front of her he got a big wiff of her scent and knew imminently she was an omega. It had been years since he had seen a omega and even then she had been mated to an alpha. He didn’t see another alpha around anywhere and looked to her neck to see if she had a claiming mark but saw her hair in the way.
“Y/n this is Yondu Udonta, Captain of one of the Ravager clans and a royal pain in my ass.” Quill said giving a smirk Yondu’s way and making y/n smile softly.
Hearing Quill’s words Yondu gave him a glare before looking back at the female and smiling softly. “Pleasure ta meet ya miss y/n.” he said holding out his hand for her to shake.
When Yondu held his hand out you went to shake it only for Groot to climb into your hand instead. Looking down you smiled at your friend and watched as he climbed up to sit on your shoulder. Looking at him you saw him look to Yondu.
“I am Groot.” he said looking between you two. Furrowing your brows you looked to Rocket for answers but just saw him shake his head and take the plant from your shoulder.
“Come on Groot I think you have had enough fun for one night.” Rocket said as he made his way out of the bar.
For a while you sat there as Quill and the others talked about this and that. Every so often you would feel someone looking at you and glance up to see Yondu looking at you with a questioning look. After a while when the other had had a few drinks Yondu looked to you.
“I can go show ya yer ship if ya want.” Yondu said making sure he didn’t sound too commanding.
Looking at him you bit your bottom lip but nodded your head. Your father had warned you about being alone with alphas and moving your hand to your leg under the table you made sure your knife was on your leg. Seeing him stand you hoped off your stool and stood beside him, noticing now that you only came up to his mid chest. Looking to Quill you saw him talking to Gamora, his cheeks red with the amount of alcohol he had drank. “I’ll see you back at the ship.” you said softly and saw him nod.
Yondu could sense her nervousness and tried to keep a good arms length distance between them. Walking her to his ship he kept glancing to make sure she was still beside him.
Arriving at the hanger he opened the door and you followed him inside. His ship was huge and you only imagined how many crew members he had working for him. He led you over to the large lump covered by a tarp. Standing you watched as he moved over to it and pulled the tarp away. The sight that met your eyes was not a pretty one. Your once shiny blue ship was now dented and scratched. Letting out a shaky breath you swallowed hard. “It looks like it went through a asteroid field.” you said in sad voice. Opening the door to the ship you went inside to see your things thrown about or missing. Walking around you saw a balled up piece of paper on the floor and sat on your knees as you unfolded it. Rubbing your hand over the picture to straighten it out you gave a sad smile at the picture of your parents.
When Yondu heard the sadness in her voice he felt an ache in his heart. Watching as she boarded the ship he gave her a few minutes before following. He knew the ship was empty because he had killed the punks that had taken it in the first place. Seeing her siting on her knees in the middle of the floor he moved over to look down at her. Seeing a wrinkled picture in her hands he furrowed his brows.
“ Do you know any body that would be willing to fix it for enough money?” you asked.
“Darlin’ I hate ta be the one ta tell ya this but I think yer ship is through.” he said but saw her shake her head.
“It can’t be. It was my dad’s, he gave it to me before he…” you said but your voice failed you before you could finish. Feeling a tear roll down your cheek you stood and made your way over to the pilot’s seat. Sitting in the seat you flicked switches and pressed buttoned and heard as the engines strained. Pressing them again and again you begged for it to start.
Seeing her try to start the ship Yondu sighed and went over to her. Grabbing her hand he felt a tingle in his hand and held his breath. Looking down he heard her gasp. Taking a few deep breaths to calm the strange feeling in him he met her eyes. “I’ll see what I can do.” he said before he could realize what he just accepted to do. Hearing footsteps come up the ramp he snatched his hand away from hers and straightened back up. Looking at the entry way he saw two of his crew members standing there.
The two looked at their Captain and the strange woman with questioning eyes before smiling. “Got yerself a looker this time Cap. You’ll have make sure to share her when you are done with her.” the one with a scared up face said as he looked y/n up and down.
Hearing the man’s words you curled inward and became afraid. Looking to Yondu you saw him glaring at the two but he didn’t say anything. Looking down at your feet you moved over to the door. “Just let me know how much. Thank you again Yondu.” you said softly before turning and squeezing between the two men and making your way back towards Quill’s ship.
Watching her leave Yondu glared at Taserface and marched over to shove him against the side of the ship, “You say shit like that in front of her again and I’ll kill ya.” he growled moving his coat to the side to show his glowing arrow. Seeing the man nod he pushed him away and made his way to his room. He needed time to think about the female that had caused him to feel things he had never felt before.
A/N: Anon request for a Spencer x Reader where the reader is really flirty and hits on him a lot, so Spencer doesn’t really know how to react. One day, they get stuck somewhere, and the reader mentions her interest (the request was for teasing, but I switched it up because I wasn’t sure what to tease him about). He kisses her and some smutty smut ensues. @coveofmemories@sweetg
“You do realize she likes you, right?” Morgan said, motioning across the bullpen toward Y/N.
Spencer’s face dropped in confusion, the corners of his mouth stretching out into a grimace of sorts. “You think she likes me?”
“No, I don’t think, I know,” Morgan laughed. Y/N was constantly doing all those little things that one associated with flirting. Since she started, she’d taken any opportunity possible to get Reid to notice her advances. Nearly every morning, his coffee would be waiting on his desk, a little heart adorning the outside in marker. If he was feeling down, she’d put her hand lovingly on his arm; she didn’t do that with everyone. She always laughed at his corny jokes and she seemed genuinely interested in his ramblings, whether they be about work or Star Wars. “She is absolutely into you.”
For weeks Spencer had wondered if she was actually flirting with him or whether he was reading into something that wasn’t there. He wasn’t good with this kind of thing and he didn’t want to assume that she liked him like that - maybe she was just being nice. Just last week, they were out on assignment together and he’d been rambling about the board game Parcheesi; he couldn’t even remember how they’d gotten onto the topic, but as per usual, he’d been rambling.
“You know Parcheesi is actually the Americanized version of the Indian game Parchisi, which is the younger sibling of a game called Chaupar. That was a slightly more intricate version of Parcheesi played by Indian aristocracy, specifically Mogul Emperor Akbar, not the one from Star Wars…” He’d looked over to see her smiling from ear-to-ear, listening intently to his coffee-fueled Star Wars/Parcheesi ramblings. Spencer felt like he should’ve stopped there, but once he got started, he couldn’t stop himself. “In fact, Akbar made a life-size version of the game that he played in his palace gardens, using harem girls as the pawns.”
“Oh my god, what a tool,” she’d laughed, placing her hand on his arm. “Well, maybe you and I can play the American board game one of these days. I haven’t played it since I was a kid. I used to love it.”
A normal guy would’ve made a move at that point, actually, they probably would’ve made a move a million years ago, but Spencer couldn’t actually comprehend her interest, so he said nothing and changed the conversation back to work.
Snapping back to the present moment, Spencer sat down at his desk just as Hotch called for him. “Reid, can you and Y/N take a look down in the file room for the Beyer case file from 20 years ago? It’s one of the few we haven’t put into the digital system yet and I’d like to give it to Garcia.”
Giving him a nod, Spencer called over to Y/N, who was fixing her third cup of coffee for the day. “Hotch needs the file on Beyers. Can you help me?”
“Anything for you, Spencer,” she smiled warmly, placing the coffee on her desk and heading with him toward the elevator. They hit the button for the file room and watched as the doors closed with Y/N playfully punching Spencer’s arm. She liked doing that a lot, and Spencer didn’t want to admit he thought it was cute. Lights flickered as they moved down floor after floor, when all of a sudden the movements ground down to a halt. “What just happened?” she asked.
This had happened to Spencer once before on a case; he was with Morgan at the time, and the elevator had been much more rickety. “I’m gonna say that considering the lights also went out, the building lost power.”
“Damn snow.” It had been slightly snowy and amazingly windy since this morning and apparently the power lines couldn’t take it anymore, so they were stuck.
In reality only five minutes had passed since the power went out, but the silence that hung between, as well as something else Spencer didn’t know how to describe, made it feel so much longer. More than once, he’d heard a sharp intake of breath come from her. She seemed like she wanted to say something. “Spencer?” she asked. “Do you like me? Like, romantically? Because I like you and I’ve been dropping hints. I don’t know whether you haven’t reciprocated because you don’t feel that way or because you just weren’t aware that I’ve been flirting with you.”
“I…” he started, not knowing exactly what to say. When he looked up though, he could see the question in her eyes, the absolute need to know. Instead of saying anything more, he closed the space between them, pressing his lips to hers before realizing there was a camera in the elevator.
As he pulled away, she caught sight of what he was looking at. “The power’s down. It means the camera’s off,” she breathed, taking his face in her hands and turning him toward her again. “Kiss me.”
With a deep breath, he took another step toward her, backing her into the corner under the camera and bracing his hands on either side of her body. He swallowed hard as she snaked her hands inside his jacket, wrapping her arms around his waist. Once his tongue slipped into her mouth and they began to devour each other with no thoughts of the consequences of getting caught, she gently tugged at the shirt underneath her grasp. “I’m sorry,” she said, bringing her hands up to his face. She was going to quickly without any regard for whether he was comfortable or not. She’d wanted him for so long that hormones and need had outweighed everything else. “I shouldn’t be doing this.”
“Why not?” he asked, his heated breath floating around her neck. “Did I do something wrong?” Maybe he was a horrible kisser and she wanted nothing to do with him anymore. He tucked his hair behind his ear as she smiled at him.
“You did nothing wrong, Spencer. I’ve wanted you for a very long time, but I’m moving quickly without any regard for anything but my own need and that’s not okay. I didn’t mean to put you in an uncomfortable situation.” Looking up at the camera and around the enclosed elevator, she wondered how much longer they would have to be in here - things might be about to get awkward.
Once again, her eyes darted to his lips, but just as she was about to push away to make this a little less awkward, he rolled his body into hers, taking her mouth in another body-searing kiss. “I want you too, Y/N,” he muttered, tangling his hands in her hair. “More than I’ve ever wanted anyone. I just don’t know how to go about these types of things.”
With a smile, she lifted her right leg up, resting it on his hip. His hand drifted to her bottom, tugging her pencil skirt up just enough that he could touch her heated center. “Are you sure you don’t know how to go about these kinds of things?” she giggled into his ear, a gasp stuttering its way out of her as his digits slid against her core. “You seem like you know what you’re doing.”
His thumb grazed her cheek as their tongues danced around each other. From behind, his fingers inched ever closer to her clit, her panties dampening with need for him. “Do you think you can make me come before the elevator starts up again?”
“Is that a challenge?” he asked with a raised eyebrow. He always did love a challenge. In response, he pressed his fingers deeper into her wet heat, watching as her eyes fluttered closed at his touch. “To answer your question, yes I think I can.”
She giggled into his ear, nibbling at the tender flesh at his neck as he worked his fingers against her aching sex. Thank god there were no eyes on them right now, no other ears within distance to hear her whimper for him. “More,” she commanded, reaching underneath his jacket once more to grab at his ass and bring him closer to her. “Make me come.”
Bringing his hand toward her front, he cupped her sex with his palm, rubbing gentle circles against her clit as his fingers slid inside. “Oh fuck,” she groaned, seeing the elevator lights go on out of nowhere. “New challenge, can you make me come before we get down to the file room floor.”
With renewed determination, he hooked his two fingers inside her, pulling them forward in that ‘come hither’ motion that brought the sweet, intense pressure to her innermost core. As the beginnings of an orgasm rolled through her, she grabbed his head in both hands and bit down on his bottom lip, which caused him to increase the pressure he was torturing her with. “Fuck, Spencer, oh my god.” Even though the wall was holding her up on one side and Spencer had her in his arms, she practically collapsed from the intensity of it all. “You won.”
“I think I won too,” he chuckled, taking his fingers into his mouth to taste her sweetness much to her surprise. “Actually I think I might have won more.” Just as Y/N ironed out the wrinkles in her skirt and Spencer readjusted his shirt, the doors opened with her walking out first and Spencer close behind.
As they made their way to the file room, they overheard a conversation between two other agents they didn’t know that well. “I knew the power wouldn’t be out for long, we have backup generators,” the one man said.
“Yea, I know,” his friend said, pressing the button for the elevator. “They have the backup generator so they can turn it on immediately. That way they don’t have to be without the cameras for long.”
Both Spencer and Y/N stopped dead in their tracks. Spencer sucked in his lips and Y/N bit down on hers. “The cameras were on?” he asked.
Here’s verison 2! I’m giving you a warning, this is very dramatic, there is some drinking, and it’s very long! I hope you like it! Message me with feedback!
Kylo Ren was infamous throughout out the galaxy, known as the poster boy for The first Order. He was cruel, unwavering in the fight against the Resistance; but you got a view of him that no one else did, even from your prison cell. You could remember the pictures of a smmiling little boy that General Leia had showed you. How could any love the beast he had turned into? Either way, she had entrusted you with her secret and now you could use it against her long-lost son. While you were on a scouting mission, your ship was jumped by a First Order Star Cruiser. The memories of Stormtroopers flooding the halls of your ship were still racing through your mind when the door to your cell opened one day. In the doorway stood the dark figure of Kylo Ren. You felt your knees threaten to buckle under the fear, but you thought of the cause and from that to your family. You had joined the Resistance to protect them and the possibility of being captured was part of the deal.
“You are strong,” echoed the robotic voice, “but not as nearly as strong as me.” You held your ground, standing before the hooded creature. You didn’t reply to his pointless statement, you knew who he truly was and that was your greatest strength. “Too scared to answer me, well, I do wish that changes during our interrogation.” The heavy metal door shut behind him and as if on queue, the chair in your room shot out behind you. A force pushed you down into the chair and you realized this was by his doing.
“Now,” he started, “tell me what your gang of killers was looking for.” Your nose twitched at his order. Your crew had been looking for any sign of First Order inhabited sections of galaxy when you were attacked; when members of your squad were murdered by the enemies.
“We’re the killers?” You hissed, catching the masked creature off guard. “We are not the killers here, the Resistance are the saviors. We will bring peace to the galaxy, the very peace you stole away.” Kylo Ren cocked his head to the side, as if examining you.
“You’re Y/N L/N, according to the files we found on your ship.” You tensed at the sound of your name, flashing back to the sounds of your comrades screaming for help as they were shot down by Stormtroopers. You gazed down at the floor, trying to block out the haunting memory. “A pilot, a very skilled pilot at that.” You continued to stare at the bland grey flooring, ignoring the monster that stood above you. “But that’s not why we spared you out of all the rest,” this peaked your interest. You gazed up at the masked figure, as if telling him to continue; and as if under your spell, he did. “I spared you because of what you know.”
“So what are you going to do,” you asked with a cocky tone “hold me captive forever?” Kylo Ren remained quiet, as if calculating your suggestion. “One just doesn’t forget their enemies real name,” you paused, “Ben Solo.” The creature lunged forward at the utterance of his real true name, but no harm was inflicted upon you. You locked your gaze with the eyes of the mask, staring but seeing nothing that lead you to believe that, whatever was hidden within was in fact human. Only prior knowledge confirmed the doubts that swirled in your mind. This was in fact him, the small boy you had seen; but now he was grown and a well-known murderer of the innocent. He pulled away from you, his dark cloaks flowing as he moved.
“No, you fate is far worse than this prison cell,” he muttered, turning his back to you. He stepped forward and the door to the cell opened. “I hope you sleep well, Y/N.” With that final statement, he walked out of the small room. When his darkness disappeared behind the metal door, the force holding you against the chair lifted and you were able to move once more. That was until, the door opened again and a Stormtrooper hit you with a stun blast.
When you awoke, you found yourself covered by a heavy blanket. You sat up in the soft, large bed and looked around the large room. Dark curtains hung against the window, they were open and showing off the forest landscape outside. You crawled out from under the blanket to look outside the window. The forest outside resembled that of Endor, but the grassland to the left was unfamiliar to you. You looked down at yourself, taking in the dark clothes that adorned your body; clothes that weren’t your own. You turned around, taking in the rest of the room. A dark red, almost maroon wallpaper matched the rest of the gothic theme. A dark wood vanity, without a mirror, rest against the far right wall, nearest to the door. An open door at that.
You crept towards the door, peeking your head outside of it. Down the hall, you noticed more doors and a painting of the what you assumed was the grassland outside. You walked quietly towards the painting, admiring the piece of art. You heard footsteps fall from behind you but you waited until they grew closer to spin around. You extended an arm as you spun around, but the man behind you caught it before it could hit the side of his head.
For the lovely @tangle-of-ivy who requested: I’ve always been obsessed with soulmate AU’s and I’d love one with the Reader and Newt.However, I’m always disappointed when in most Soulmate AU’s the story ends right after they discover each other. I’d like to see one where we get at least one big scene after the initial meeting
Soulmate AU in which you can see all colors except that of your soulmate’s eyes. When you meet for the first time and look into their eyes, you’ll see this color for the first time and know you’ve found one another. <3
Rating: Soulmate fluff that will make your heart burst if you’re not careful! <3
Hope you enjoy!
You always preferred to leave the window open while you worked at your desk. You found the busy sounds of New York streets below comforting, the fresh air that drifted in would assist in concentration as you wrote or sketched, and the sunlight that dripped through always brought a smile to your face.
Though likely odd to some, you saved your biggest smiles for heavy rainstorms. You often recalled the day you were caught in a thunderstorm, walking down the pier with the intentions of getting home to a warm cup of hot chocolate and a good book. You had spared a glance to the ocean behind you, skidding to a halt with wide eyes at the sight of a sea drained of any color, replaced with dull shades of gray. Though you laughed at it now, you were terrified when you asked a passerby if the ocean was indeed gray, and had received the oddest look in response. Even to this day you found you could barely breathe at the realization you had found the color–or rather, the absent color–your soulmate must have possessed in their mysterious eyes. Ever since that fateful day you had made it mandatory to visit the beach when it stormed, hope swelling in your chest when clouds coated the normally blue skies.
Pausing in your current writing, you glanced up to the darkening sky with baited breath, a grin already tugging at your lips. You stared at the ashen clouds above, skin prickling with goosebumps at the unmistakable sensation of a spring breeze wafting through the window and blowing your H/C locks from your face. E/C eyes wide and unblinking, you waited in anticipation for a sign of rain. When the clouds continued to drift peacefully, you slouched in your chair and rested your head in your hands in defeat. A sudden flash of lightning streaked across the clouds, sending shockwaves of hope through your heart as a familiar rumbling echoed in the sky. Your desk shuddered as if in fear, the vibrations titillating your skin and prickling at your nerves as the clouds growled with thunder.
Practically jumping from your seat, you didn’t bother to grab a jacket with the excitement surging through your veins and fueling your determination, not giving any care to the puzzled looks you received as you dashed through the rain to the beach, a smile on your face the entire way.
You had never met them, yet you knew they were out there.
This fact both excited and worried you, the possibilities eating away at your thoughts as you sat atop your favorite rock that rested a safe distance from the powerful waves. You ran a hand through your damp H/C hair, thankful the heavy rain had slowed to a light sprinkling. The storm itself remained, creating a static, dry atmosphere that seemed to charge the air with energy.
As you stared, you pondered the possibility that your soulmate was just beyond the gray waters along the horizon. If you managed to cross them, perhaps they would be there, waiting on a distant shore for you to emerge from the waves like a goddess of the sea.
You did your best to imagine a stranger’s eyes that would somehow look familiar, a new color pooling into the sea and enhancing your vision along with filling the empty piece in your puzzle of a heart. Only one specific shade of color was missing from your life, and though you could see all others, the thought of your soulmate’s color being absent forever was acidic, simmering in the back of your mind and gnawing away at your skull, allowing thoughts to spill from your mind and seep into the sand below. You were meant for someone, and you and that someone were meant for something better. Though you had no idea what that was, you craved it endlessly.
Normally, during a clear day, the ocean boasted a deep blue that resembled melted sapphires, deep and profound. During a turbulent storm, high winds and heavy rain, the water instead shimmered a dull gray that tugged at your curiosity and dampened your soul with unfulfillment.
How tragic it was to you to see such a marvelous being deprived of color. The waves churned with passion and power before softly stroking at the sands, subtle in the grand scheme of a dangerous rainstorm, chaotic yet comforting. You liked to think your soulmate resembled such a hauntingly beautiful sight, pulling at your imagination to concoct a color to resemble a mix of passion and softness. In some storms, when the waves licked at the sandy shore hungrily, you felt similar yearning, and found it pleasant to think perhaps the longing waves resembled your soulmate who felt the same way. Though bittersweet, you never missed a storm on the shores, to remind yourself your one and only was indeed out there, and possessed eyes of the hauntingly beautiful waves you deeply desired to see.
In the midst of your thoughts, you detected a flicker of movement out of the corner of your vision, smooth and gliding just out of your sight and into the rumbling clouds.
Your curiosity got the better of you, your H/C gaze searching the sky for a glimpse of what you swore was a tail of some sort as you walked down the beach.
It didn’t take long to spot the shimmering, stark white against the ashen clouds, though you almost couldn’t believe your eyes at the sight before you. Billowing with glistening feathers of deep amber, you watched in wonderment as the enormous bird seemingly stared back at you with golden eyes, screeching over the thunder as it circled the clouds. You didn’t dare blink, in case you should lose sight of the magnificent creature, though you tore your gaze when you heard a recognizably British voice yell from a few yards down the shore.
“Now Frank, I do believe it would be best to come back now.” the voice belonged to a navy coat-clad man with a mop of honey hair that ruffled in the winds, and as you approached, you couldn’t resist admiring the layers of freckles you spotted dotting his cheeks and hands as he nodded to gesture to the open suitcase in his hands. “In you go, please.”
The enormous creature gave a squawk of resistance, to which you couldn’t stifle a giggle at the stranger’s adorable pout in response. At your laugh, he turned to you with surprise, opening his mouth to say something, though he was cut off as the golden bird dove to the beach, landing in the sand between the two of you with a thud. The beast towered over you as you stared with wide eyes and trembling knees.
“That’s just Frank! Thunderbird’s look quite intimidating at first, I’m sure,” the stranger licked his lips apprehensively as he observed Frank crane his neck toward your stiffened form. “He won’t hurt you I promise, he’s just curious…” he trailed off, watching in wonderment as Frank lowered his head and nudged against your open hand.
“H-hi there…” you greeted breathlessly, cautiously raising your hand and accepting the Thunderbird’s invitation to stroke its massive head. Newt carefully approached from behind with the case, setting it down in the sand and watching in fascination as Frank practically cooed at your touch. “I think it’s time for you to go home now.” you suggested, feeling the air rush from your lungs in awe as the bird met your eyes once more, sharp and intelligent as he nudged your hand gently off of his skull. You opened your mouth to speak again, but instead gave a light squeak of surprise as the Thunderbird gave a loud screech and leaped into the air, his powerful wings creating gusts of wind that knocked you off your feet. The beast hovered for a moment before soaring into a circle and diving into the open case in a matter of seconds.
Your chest heaved in shock, mind racing as you processed the events that just transpired, though feeling exhilarated as you clenched fistfulls of sand tightly to be sure you weren’t dreaming. Meanwhile, the handsome stranger quickly shut the lid to the case, snapping the locks and puffing out his cheeks in relief before hastily rushing to your side.
“Newt Scamander, at your service, though I suppose you were at mine today.” he gave a brief grin that scrunched up his now visible freckles as he shyly offered a hand. “And whom do I have the pleasure of thanking?”
The wind continued to billow at your skirts and ruffle at Newt’s honey-curls that you realized you already found endearing as you gratefully took his hand and allowed him to help you up. “Y/n L/n, a pleasure to…to…” you trailed off, swallowing thickly as you met Newt’s eyes that widened at the sight of yours. You felt your hand shake in his as you observed his eyes, a deep gray as your stormy ocean, suddenly flood with vibrant color, of that you had never seen before, though it sparked a flame of possibility in your mind as you turned to the shore with eagerness.
The water no longer reflected a murky, drained, tired gray, but a shimmering green unlike any you had ever seen before. Paler, like watered down emeralds that stewed in salty pastel blue, concocting a gentle, almost tender green so soft it made the waves appear to caress the shore rather than crash upon it. The color sent shivers down your spine in fascination, your surroundings all the brighter with its involvement.
Realization washed over you, your breath catching in your throat in marvel as you quickly turned back to the man whose eyes mirrored that of the water. You sighed in wonderment, practically intoxicated with the seafoam green, saturated and deep like the ocean itself.
“That’s you,” the words began spilling from your mouth before you could even think to compose yourself and speak reasonably. “I came out–I always come out here when it storms, I come sit on the docks, or the–the beach, and I watch…”
Newt’s brow furrowed in perplexity as he followed your gaze out into the watery horizon, staring at the waves that licked at the sand, leaving bubbling foam in their wake. Looking to your E/C gaze that were glossed over with unshed tears, he felt his heart skip a beat at such a shade of E/C he had never had the pleasure of knowing. Newt released a breath he hadn’t noticed he had been holding at the realization that you too, had discovered a new color, and thus meant…
“I come out and watch, and I just wait for…for…” you trailed off, looking again to the ocean in disbelief.
“For me.” Newt finished breathlessly as you faced him once more, his voice airy yet composed, like the fluttering of butterfly wings.
“For you,” you echoed, cautiously bringing your hand to cup his cheek in wonderment as your thumb traced his freckles, already memorizing their compelling constellations. “Newt Scamander.”
The way you said his name, soft like a breath of spring, drove him deliciously mad, as it was the sweetest sound Newt swore he ever heard. His heart thundered in his ribcage as he mirrored your actions and caressed your jawline with a trembling freckled hand. “Words cannot fully express…what a joy it is to meet you,” he sighed, giving you a watery smile as he blinked back tears that formed at the mere sight of your elated expression.
In a state of awe, you felt your thoughts float away in the wind, forgetting whatever you had planned to say since the day the sea became colorless to you. Instead you felt an intense allure to the wizard before you, instincts taking over rational thought as you inched closer. You tugged at the lapels of Newt’s navy coat, pulling him tantalizingly close, his lips barely hovering above yours as you brushed your nose against his freckled one lovingly, the contact causing his cheeks to flush a slight pink, though you noticed his shy smile tugging at his lips.
A salty mist swept up in the wind from the waves, tickling at your exposed skin, the chilling stimulation combined with the breathtaking sight of Newt’s eyes that frothed with just as much passion as the waves sent shudders of haunted delight through your form. Your shivers quickly dissipated, however, with the pleasing sensation of Newt’s arms snaking around your waist and neck, pulling you into a heated kiss that took your breath away with it’s combined fervor and delicateness.
You practically melted into his embrace, his lips melding perfectly against yours with a subtle hint of spiced vanilla as his freckled fingers trailed up your spine and tangled in your H/C locks. He then pressed a trail of soft kisses along your cheek as he gingerly kissed up to the shell of your ear with a soft purr, “I don’t deserve such perfection…”
The compassion behind the intimate contact and confession poured into your core, sparking an inextinguishable blaze in your chest that warmed your entire being with rich warmth and fed the flames of devotion to the man who so naturally filled the space in your heart. You turned your head ever-so-slightly to nuzzle into Newt’s exposed neck, appreciating the scent of damp wood, fresh rainwater and a smidge of citrus that somehow smelled like home.
So timid yet passionate, tender yet potent with eyes of raging waters that ran deep, he was a perfect storm. Your perfect storm.
The two of you fit snugly together in one another’s embrace, your relief and contentment manifesting in deep exhales. A soft breeze swirled around you, brief and light, as if the universe sighed in unison, satisfied with the fated outcome on the ocean shore.
Your chest blossomed with bliss when Newt clasped your hand as you walked down the streets, his seafoam eyes casting shy glances at you when he thought you wouldn’t notice, a constant shy smile plastered on his face as he led you to your destination. He became very animated when discussing his friends, whom he claimed would simply adore you the moment you walked in the door.
Though encouraging, Newt’s words couldn’t sedate the rising apprehension as you stood outside the door to the apartment, gnawing at your lower lip when he knocked.
Newt instantly took notice of your nervous state, squeezing your hand comfortingly and leaning over to place a light kiss on the crown of your head, murmuring lovingly, “They’ll love you,” you felt him smile against your H/C locks, “Almost as much as I do.”
His words sparked fireworks in your stomach, your anxiety dissipating as the door opened to reveal whom you assumed was Tina, based on the description Newt had given you. “You’re late for dinner Newt,” She wore an expression of playful annoyance that quickly turned to one of curiosity and excitement when she saw you, noticing the lovestruck look Newt wore when he looked to you. Tina’s eyes widened hopefully.
“Is…is she…?” she trailed off, raising a brow and biting at her bottom lip to suppress a hopeful grin as her gaze darted between the two of you.
Newt gave a genuine smile as he nodded excitedly, “This is Y/n L/n, and she has the most ravishing E/C eyes, doesn’t she?”
You blushed at Newt’s words, practically beaming as Tina gave a small cry of joy, shouting into the apartment behind her shoulder, “Pull up another chair to the table!”
Tina dragged the two of you into the apartment, cozily lit by candlelight with a crackling fire in the living room. The man you noticed in the kitchen paused in his baking task to flash the two of you a warm smile. “What’s with the grin there Mister English?” he chuckled, looking to you with a welcoming nod. It only took a small glance at Newt’s enamored expression for him to put the pieces together, though Tina made sure to make it clear as she gestured to you mouthing “Soulmate!”
“Ooh!” he chuckled happily, removing his oven gloves to properly shake your hand as he introduced himself, “Jacob Kowalski, nice to meet ya miss…?”
“L/n, Y/n L/n.” You bit back a grin as Jacob sent Newt a knowing look.
“She’s adorable, I’d keep her around Newt.” he winked.
“That is indeed the plan,” Newt replied with a shy smile, pride swelling in his chest at his friend’s approval.
Jacob chuckled at the wizard’s smitten appearance, opening his arms and shrugging at you, “I’m more of a hugger anyway,” he admitted, and you couldn’t help but laugh jubilantly as you reciprocated Jacob’s hug, already feeling a part of a family you just met.
Over Jacob’s shoulder, you noticed the the strawberry-blonde Goldstein sister rush into the room with a charming smile that grew into a grin as she looked to you and Newt, undoubtedly reading your thoughts with excitement. Jacob stepped to the side and gestured to you with a smile. “Hey hun, this is Y/n,” he introduced, smirking as Queenie gave a small jump of joy.
“Oh honey, you found her!” Queenie squealed, looking to Newt excitedly before turning to you and taking your hands in hers gleefully. “She found you! Oh sweetie, it’s wonderful to meet you!”
“The pleasure’s mine,” you grinned back, unable to suppress a giggle as Queenie bubbled with genuine laughter of delight. Her smile reminded you of how grateful you were to have such an opportunity to meet such lovely individuals, let alone your soulmate whom you already wanted to give the whole world to.
Queenie’s expression melted into one of admiration at your thoughts as she gave you a motherly peck on the cheek, turning to Newt with praise dripping from her voice. “Oh Newt, honey, she’s just perf–”
“Perfect.” Newt finished with her, his voice barely above a whisper of enchantment, though audible to you all the same, making your heart flutter in response as he looked at you with complete adoration under his cinnamon-dusted curls.
After dinner, the rest of evening consisted of lovely conversation and the sharing of personal stories. You all played few card games, during which you found yourself bursting into laughter when Tina would playfully scold her sister for reading her mind to see what cards she held.
You all had retired to the living room, enjoying the warmth of company as well as the fireplace that crackled and popped in the quiet of night. Jacob had fallen asleep in the midst of a card game with Queenie, which she whispered was the “cutest thing”, though it didn’t take long for her to follow when she relaxed next to him and drifted off herself.
Tina was currently nose-deep in a book, glancing up from time to time with a smile as she observed you and Newt cuddled on the sofa, transfixed by the dancing flames as well as the mere presence of one another. You nuzzled into Newt’s chest, the rhythm of his heartbeat soothing as your eyes fluttered closed.
As you allowed yourself give in to the pull of sleep, you felt Newt press his lips to your temple lovingly, murmuring sweet nothings that lulled you a blissful slumber in the arms of your one and only.
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Request: hey can you please do something where the reader dates jerome even tho she’s a few years younger? thx ☺️ -Anon A/N: Thanks for the idea! Many writers have done something similiar, but well, I can try to ”throw my own spoon to the soup”, as we say in Finland :D Words: 493 Warnings/rating: mention of murder, mentions of violence. Nothing graphic though!
You were thirteen, when you first saw him. Circus boy, older than you, looking pissed off when he stood outside of the trailer. As you passed him, you saw bruises on his face. You got your protective mood on and opened your mouth, for asking who hit him. He answered before you even had a voice coming out. ”My mom”, he said. And from that moment, you started hating his mom. You didn’t even know her, but you still hated her. What kind of mom beats her own, dear son? You talked for a while, you told about your own, precious and even perfect life compared to his. He listened to you in awe and finally you had become friends. You were fourteen, when you was allowed to bring your new best friend to your home, visiting. His mom didn’t like it, not one bit. And so she beat Jerome, when he got back home. She was constantly drunk or then she was banging men in their trailer. And you were fifteen, when you started dating. Jerome was eighteen. Not a big age gap, but everyone assumed that Jerome would be treating you like a baby and you would get bored of it eventually.
But you didn’t. Jerome was very protective, but he didn’t treat you like you were a baby. If his mom saw you together, he only started pulling you away from her sight. But one day was different. He was getting you a candy bar, and his mom came to you. She started calling you names. She was drunk and she smoked a cigarette. You didn’t care, but when she stub her cigarette on your arm, you screamed in pain. Lila only laughed and started walking away to her trailer. Jerome came back with your candy bar and saw the red burn mark on your arm. ”Who did that to you?!”, he asked furiously. ”It’s nothing, it doesn’t hurt… ow!”, you winced in pain when Jerome touched it. ”Oh, it’s nothing? Please, Y/N, tell me who did that to you”, Jerome said and took your hand to his own. ”It was no one, I got that yesterday”, you tried to lie, but Jerome didn’t believe you. ”Y/N”, he demanded and you sighed. ”It was your… mother”, you squeezed your eyes shut and Jerome hugged you. ”I’m going to make that bitch pay”, he said and started walking towards the trailer. ”Jerome! Please don’t go there!”, you shouted but he didn’t listen.
He killed Lila. And he had been in Arkham for four months now. It was your 16th birthday today, but you didn’t care. You only wanted Jerome beside you and him making you your favorite hot drink. He would buy you presents and you would open them together. Suddenly you felt a cold wind on your back. You turned around and… saw him. He was standing in front of the window.
Summary: After dismissing class early, Natalie walks outside only to get into a heated argument with her ex. Joe, after settling himself down, stumbles upon the mess and inserts himself into the altercation. POV: Okay, I really fucked with the POV here, but it’s supposed to be Natalie’s Characters: Joe Merriweather, Natalie, Landon Word Count: 2600ish?? Author’s Note: This chapter literally picks up right after the last one, so, if you haven’t read part three, go ahead and read that sucker now. I don’t know why, but I struggled a bit with this chapter because having to control more than one person is a bitch. Quote:“The moment people run out of ways to socially express themselves, they resort to physical violence.”