Prompt: Part 1 of 2 for @nataliarxmanxva ‘s season writing challenge! ‘Are you…wearing a suit? At the beach?’
Summary: You’ve avoided going to New York because you don’t want to run into your old best friend, Carter Baizen, but a supposedly relaxed day at the beach proves that you can’t run from your past.
Pairing: Carter Baizen x Reader
Word Count: 1297 words
Notes: The next part will be uploaded in a few days, so if you want to be tagged in that, feel free to send me an ask! The next part, it will be basically all Carter. Nicole is based off @carriefish-er , one of my best friends and is the sweetest human being ever. I also haven’t watched Gossip Girl, so I’m going off wikipedia posts!
“Come on, Y/N! Hurry up, we have to get to the beach!”
Nicole whines through the door, and you quickly grab your bag, calling back,
Ever since your best friend left the suburbs and moved to
New York without telling you anything and never keeping in contact, you’ve
avoided going to New York, any area of it. You didn’t want to run into him, because
one, you would’ve beaten him up and two, considering how he left you, he
would’ve changed, probably for the worse. But your best friend Nicole came to
your apartment one night with two first class tickets to New York and a booking
at a fancy hotel. Who knows how she got them, but you couldn’t pass up that
opportunity, you’d be an idiot to.
urghhhhh, finally finished! Jyugo in the Wonderland V2
Sorry, Rokuriki, your face looks weird.
most the anatomy is weird too.
Second A3 sized full color art
Alice = Jyugo The Mad Hatter = Uno The Cheshire Cat = Elf The Queen of Hearts = Ruka The Duchess, baby and maid = Kiji, Honey & Trois The White Queen = Noriko The Card Soldier = Daisen Brothers The Caterpillar = Qi Red Queen’s Pet pig = Hachiman
art requested by @madarashin original art will be posted to her soon.
A/N: This is my entry for Juju’s fluffy birthday challenge! Prompt is in bold :) @jared-padaloveme
“Mmghhh, no don’t leave me here! Save me please” you murmur, a note of panic in your raspy voice.
Sam raises his head from the pillow, amused, and looks over at your sleeping body. Your cotton tee shirt is bunched up on your stomach, and your legs are splayed across the bed. The covers were discarded long ago before the speaking began.
“Sam, save me from the dragon please! You have to help me, I’m the princess, and I have to take care of my people!” You whimper, slowly reaching a louder volume. Sam is sitting up now, staring down upon you with interest and curiosity.
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one time, when bitty is visiting jack in providence and jack is in the shower, bitty steals jack’s phone and hooks it up to his computer to transfer over a playlist called ‘bootylicious: an ode to hockey butts’ as a joke
a few days later, when jack finds it, he laughs to himself but doesn’t mention it to bitty. he spends the weeks leading up to their next visit cultivating his own playlist (‘bittle on my mind’–full of some of his favorite country songs)
he manages to sneak it onto bitty’s phone by waking up a few minutes earlier than normal for his morning run, bitty still passed out and snoring softly into his sheets
after that, stealing each other’s phones just to transfer over silly playlists turns into a game, into a thing they do. neither of them acknowledge it out loud but they both know about it.
jack leaves a lot of classic rocks songs on bitty’s phone, the titles of which sometimes end up spelling out a message (bitty is impressed by the amount of effort jack puts into this tbh) and bitty usually leaves a mixture of the most lewd music he listens to intermixed with things that make him laugh (once, bitty changed the title and artist in the metadata of nineteen mp3s of ‘never gonna give you up’… in return he got a playlist full of dolly parton and patsy cline)
but one time bitty goes through his entire music library to pick out the absolute sappiest and ridiculously cheesy love songs he owns and sneaks it onto jack’s phone when jack had run down to the corner store because bitty had run out of butter. (bitty barely manages to put the phone back in time, setting it down just as the front door opens.) he laughs to himself when he thinks about the face jack will make when ‘your body is a wonderland’ starts playing over his headphones.
but, as bitty sits on the train the next day, halfway to samwell, he gets a text
jack: i get it now.
bitty: what’s that?
jack: the music you listen to.
bitty’s confused, they’ve never really addressed the game they’ve started, outside of the faux-suspicious glances here and there. he’s about to ask ‘why now?’ when he gets another text.
jack: i guess it’s easier to enjoy the songs when you finally understand what they’re singing about
bitty’s heart does a complicated flip in his chest, and he feels his face burn. the woman sitting across from him gives him a worried look.
jack zimmermann, grade-A sap and closet romantic, just made bitty swoon from over thirty miles away.
bitty wonders at his luck.
he also spends the rest of the trip trying to hide his grin, no amount of dubious looks from across the aisle able to stifle it in the slightest.
With you sitting in his lap, facing outwards, Newt finds himself digging his face into your hair and shutting his eyes to think.
Other times, he’s tilted to the side so he can read. Usually while you’re napping in his lap, or while you’re reading as well.
Newt likes to make you tea before the two of you cuddle.
He makes an amazing cup of tea, one of his many talents.
Your cuddling positions on a couch vary.
Between a “Sitting cuddle”, where both of you are sitting up, but you are sitting on him, or in his lap, and snuggled close to one another.
More often than not, if it’s a night of relaxation by the fireplace, the two of you enjoy the “couch cuddle” where he snuggles into the corner of the couch and pulls you close to him. Brushing out your your hair, he gives you smile of affection.
Snuggling up to one another while watching his creatures.
Usually starts with you sitting on the ground by yourself, watching some of his creatures intently and he comes up behind you and sits. He stretches his legs out, and you scoot backwards and lay against his chest. He kisses your hair and asks you what you were staring at. “Just admiring all the work, love and care you give for them…” “I give all of that and more to you.” He admitted and kissed your forehead once again. You smile gently, your heart beating faster and faster in your chest.
Usually happens when he’s not there, but you’ve still got his jacket and you can almost imagine him there holding you and assuring you that everything is alright.
It happens with him as well, but Newt closes his eyes and just pictures your face, and pictures the warmth of your body to get him to relax.
Winter wonderland arm around the shoulder.
It’s the middle of winter, snow is falling from the sky in a very tranquil fashion. It’s completely silent other than your feet crunching the already fallen snow in the ground. Snowflakes are getting caught on your eyelashes, making you chuckle every once and while. Newt had already stopped a few times to kiss the snowflakes away. Looking up at Newt as he walked beside you, he gives you a smile before wrapping his arm around you and pulling your body towards his. Without even saying anything, he did what you wanted and the two of you walk back to your place in silent warmth.
Talking about your day while cuddling on the couch next to the fire with a cup of tea.
He talks about his creatures and what may have happened during his day. Sometimes, he has his notebook within arms reach so he can grab it and show you some of the sketches and notes he jotted down that day.
And in return, he listens to you talk about your day and what you may have gotten done. Newt intently listens, his eyes shutting a few times to listen to the pure sound of your voice. It’s moments like this, seeing you so gentle yet so passionate about what you do, that remind him why he had fallen in love with you in the first place.
Cold night cuddles.
One big fuzzy blanket on top of the two of you when you snuggle up together. Especially in the wintertime.
You playfully put your cold feet against his.
He squeals, and the situation ends up on the floor after the two of you rolled off the couch with a loud cackle. Smiling down at you, for now he was hovering over you, he leans down and kisses you. Without the will to move, he lays himself on you gently and listens to your heart beat. Your fingers are brushing through his soft hair. Newt could fall asleep like this.
Early morning cuddles, when he’s awake enough to process things, but not awake enough to get out of bed quite yet.
You’re resting next to him, and Newt is so careful about laying on his side and rolling closer to you so he could hold you for the last few minutes of sleep the two of you have.
Some mornings you detest, but always fall submitted to his absolute warmth.
Big spoon/Little Spoon while sharing a bed.
Newt actually likes to be the little spoon, and you don’t mind being the big spoon as long as you close to him.
Nuzzling your face into the nape of his neck and breathing in his naturally musky scent. He always tells you that it tickles when you do that. Running your fingers up and down his arms, and pressing hot kisses along his back.
When you’re the small spoon, Newt wraps both his arms around you comfortably and pulls you as close as he can. Your legs entwine together and he presses his face into the crook of your neck lovingly. He takes a deep breath in and lets it linger for a few moments before exhaling. He feels safe.
sorry there’s not a lot. There’s only so many cuddles you can do lol. Reblogs and likes are appreciated, thanks! I hope you guys liked this! Stay tuned for more Newt!
Warnings: None really! A few curse words but nothing major! Pretty much just fluff!
I apologize for any typos or grammar mistakes guys! I typed this really fast and I’m emotionally and physically drained and honestly I could reread it. I’m terribly sorry, but I hope you enjoy anyways!
“I honestly don’t remember the last time I saw snow like this,” you marveled, unable to keep your eyes from straying skyward as you walked along a lamplit path through a small park with Dean. He had one hand in his pocket, the other holding yours, and he gave you a stiff nod.
“Yeah. It’s nice,” he said before pulling in a breath through his teeth. You looked to him with a small laugh, noting the way he had his shoulders tensed up around his neck. You used your free hand to rub swiftly over his jacketed forearm a few times.
“Are you cold, you big tough hunter?” you asked, bemused. Dean looked to you, eyes searching your face for some hint that you were chilled from the night air as well, but then he shook his head.
“What? No,” he said, his brow creasing. “I’m good. Are you good? I’m good.”
“I’m fine,” you said with a smile.
“You sure? Because we can go back anytime if you want; light a fire in the fireplace, get under that big blanket, maybe put some extra socks on…” he said, trailing off as he caught your raised eyebrows.
“That all sounded really romantic up until the extra socks part,” you laughed.
“You’re really not cold?” he asked. You moved closer to him as you walked, taking your hand from his and snaking it around his waist, into his opposite pocket instead.
“I’ve got you,” you said with a shrug. You looked around the little park you were in, eyes lighting up when you spotted a gazebo near the center laden with boughs of greenery and holly.
“Come on, we can go stand under there for a minute and watch the snow,” you said, pointing to it. Dean seemed on board with the idea, walking a bit more swiftly towards it and pulling you along with him.
When you’d arrived, you sat on a bench underneath the sheltering roof of the gazebo and patted the space next to you for Dean to join you. With his hands shoved deeply in his pockets, he sat down as close to you as he could, his leg bouncing up and down as he looked around at the snowfall.
“We’re going to have a white Christmas,” you murmured. You breathed it in, that magic Christmas Eve feeling, and held it until you felt full to bursting with it and let your breath out slow. Dean was watching you now, though, more transfixed by the smile on your face than the wonderland that lay outside the gazebo. He pulled a hand from his pocket and wrapped his arm around you instead, pulling you close and placing a kiss to the top of your head.
“You look good in the snow, Y/N,” he said, and his eyes looked brighter when they looked at you, reflecting back the glow of Christmas lights around you. He brought his other fingers to your chin, tilting your head up to meet you in a soft kiss. You pulled away and shook your head softly.
“What?” Dean asked.
“You’re just really good at surprising me,” you said. “You’re a lot more romantic than you give yourself credit for.”
Dean grinned back at you a moment, pleased with himself, before standing up and rubbing his hands together.
“But seriously, let’s get back to the bunker. This Christmas walk was a crap idea, my balls are friggin’ blue,” he said, holding his hand out to you. You closed your eyes for a brief second, biting the inside of your cheek as you smiled.
“Like I said,” you told him, standing and taking his hand, “So romantic.”
My heart felt heavy as I strolled briskly down the
streets of our current location, my long legs ensuring that there was no way
they could catch up with me. I barely noticed the town passing, the one we had
explored for days when we had free time, finding the best places to eat and the
My body ached as I passed ‘La Vie!’ the boutique Y/N had
spent ages in the day before, selecting a new outfit. I remembered her coming
out of the changing room to twirl in her chosen clothes, my breath hitching as
all the waiting became worth it. It was just me and her, no boys. Just her
laughter blurring all the memories of the day, her smile the only clear thing I
My gaze was fixed firmly on the pavement after that,
only looking up once my feet stopped without me even knowing. I looked up, my throat
scratching as I saw the small bookshop café we had spent the afternoon in,
clearly my chosen destination for the rest of the afternoon. I sighed as I entered;
the small bell twinkling as my vision shifted uncontrollably from a lighter
memory for yesterday to the gray tint it currently had taken. The bare light bulbs that were tastefully
scattered in handfuls from the ceilings worn wood seemed darker as I went to
the counter. Ordering myself a coffee, I wandered to the huge wall of books to
let my fingers trail over them, feeling the worn wistfulness of the paper. I
stopped on an old favourite, pulling it out and examining it as they called my name
and I reached for the coffee, taking it to a small, comfortable looking seat in
the back corner.
I opened the book, tracing my fingers on the dark ink as
I sighed. I liked the permanence of it, the way that it could never be taken
back even if the book was burnt. It would always be on the tiny, blackened
flecks of paper. It gave me a sense of settlement, the fact that I would always
have something permanent to return to. I never knew why I needed this durability,
maybe because touring was flying from one place to the other and the only place
I ever felt at home was the flimsy makeup chair in which she used feather light
touches to transform my insecurities. The chair that was probably about to
disappear into the deep and dark abyss of the hopeless Luke, though there was
nothing she owed me in the world.
To even encounter her, to be in her presence almost felt
like enough, despite the nights I spent angrily thinking to myself about how I deserved
more than just the view of her, I wanted her lips on mine and her gentle hands
in my hair for longer than a few seconds to fix a curl. Time flew as I became
immersed in my thoughts, the sky beginning to darken outside as the lights in
the coffee shop brightened further. The book lay, abandoned in my lap as my
fingers tapped on the empty mug from which I had furiously sipped and my gaze
was unfocused out of the window.
in Wonderland.” I heard a soft voice speak as I snapped out immediately,
watching Y/N slide onto the sofa directly opposite me, separated only by a
small coffee table as she leaned forward with her elbows on her knees. Her eyes
were tired but still warmer than I’d felt since this morning as I stared at her
like a rabbit in headlights.
How had she
“Your favourite,” She nodded with a small smile to the
paper sprawled lazily on my knee. “It ironic that we choose the books we’re
most suited to, right? I watched you for a whole half an hour as I tried to
figure out what to say, and you were definitely lost in something, though I wouldn’t
say a wonderland judging by your face. Luke, what’s wrong?” I shook my head, mumbling something that sounded like ‘itduhsentmatta’.
She came to sit next to me, picking up
the book and fiddling with its edges as we both watched her fingers.
“You know you can tell me anything, right?” I nodded,
gently squeezing my eyes shut as I wished for any different conversation,
because the thing is, I was ready to burst whenever she smiled at me, never
mind asked me why I couldn’t look at her without blushing profusely.
“Sorry about earlier.” I gulped, trying to speak
normally through my thick throat, a mix of a long time not talking and a
nervous shake. She laughed lightly.
“Don’t worry about it. You don’t have to have your
makeup done. You’re just fine without it.” I blushed deeper at her compliment.
“I could say the same to you.” I blurted out, bravely as
she tinted red too.
“Thanks Lukey. I need to ask you something though.” I didn’t
like the serious undertone that her voice had taken on. I coughed slightly,
nodding for her to go on.
“I know the whole virgin thing was a joke or whatever.
But I don’t want you to think – I mean, I don’t know if that’s why you left or
whatever, and I understand that that’s why you didn’t want to tell me in case
you offended me but its ok. I just wondered, do you think I’m like a – a slut?”
I choked at her question as she finally stuttered it out, dropping her gaze
“Y/N, no! Never!” I shifted closer to her, resting a
hand on her shoulder as her eyes met mine. “You had sex one time or whatever,
you aren’t a slut. Slut shaming isn’t cool anyway. I would never think that of
you.” Y/N smiled tentatively at me.
“I want to know what’s wrong with you.” She burst out as
she bit her lip as I shook my head, still smiling.
“It’s fine.” She furrowed her brows, looking at me
“You always help me and listen to my problems and you won’t
let me help you. I want to help you.”
“I don’t have a problem,
Y/N.” She only sat up straighter as her words widened my eyes.
“Ah, maybe you don’t have a problem then. Maybe this
thing isn’t a problem, its something amazing. And so you don’t see it as a
problem. So tell me, Luke. What amazing
thing caused you to leave almost crying this morning?”