This Is AMAZING

This is AMAZING

Hello:))) been reading ur newt hcs and absolutely adored them YOU WRITE HIM SO SWEET. But i was wondering if you would do newt cuddling hcs with a f!reader please? (I haven’t requested for you before so if this isn't the type of thing you do just delete this lol)

thanks<3

hello anon!! i'm happy you like those!! i think that newt is the type of person that treats their s/o gentle !! i hope you like this:))))

Newt who can't keep his hands to himself when you're both cuddling. Newt who would pull you into his chest with your back against him so he can kiss your neck. Newt who would put his arm around your waist just to touch you. Newt who would be crazy and rambles whenever he sees you wear his shirts to cuddle or sleep (and when you ask him why, he says "you look hot- i mean beautiful, wait i didn't mean it like your not hot, cause you are hot, i mean- your hot- wait that's not the point- but you look bloody amazing with my shirt"). Newt who can't sleep without you in his arms. Newt who would be very clingy and glued to you when both of you are alone (he's starved for your attention and affection). Newt who doesn't have a 'favourite cuddle position' but he loves it so much when you rest your head on his chest and just lay there. Newt who runs his fingers through your hair and leave a bunch of kisses all over your face whenever he gets the chance. Newt who sometimes wander his hands underneath your shirt (with consent of course) and he just trace circles all over your skin. Newt who sometimes would just lay in your arms tiredly because he’s exhaused from doing all work, helping around the glade, and having many meetings with Alby and the runners(he's a busy man). Newt who would smell a little more earthy when you guys are cuddling before shower. Newt who prefers to cuddle after shower because he thinks you'll like him more if he smells 'sweet like a candy' when you're both cuddling (he used your soap and shampoo because he said it made him "smell like sweets and vanilla" lol ). Newt who would sleep with you with hardly any space between each other. Newt who loves it when you bury your face in his neck and when you play with his hair. Newt who will always pull you back onto the bed and back into his arms if you try to leave or stop cuddling. ("Newt we have to get up! Alby will be mad at us-" "2 more minutes, please love? i'm sure Alby will be fine without me" "Newt, you said that 20 minutes ago."). Newt who doesn't mind being a big spoon or the little spoon when you're both cuddling. Newt who likes it when his arms are securely around your waist & his face in your hair when he's being the big spoon. Newt's arms will be the place you wake up every morning. Newt who would ask if he can play with your hair every time you're both cuddling (he wants to make sure you're giving him consent even tho you've reassured him that he doesn't need to ask that). Newt who would randomly compliment you when your almost asleep ("your so beautiful. like really bloody beautiful, love"). Newt who would sometimes talk in his sleeps because he gets nightmares when he's cuddling you ("please stay, please. don't go. stay with me." "i'm not going anywhere love"). Newt who would easily get sleepy when you run your hands through his hair. Newt who would fall asleep on top of you, then wakes up only to ask if you're okay, if he made you uncomfortable, and why didn’t you wake him up in his raspy sleepy voice. Newt who would have a staring contest with you and then make stupid faces so you laugh and he wins the contest (later on he tease you about it). Newt who would stay up with you and just have deep conversations as you both cuddle when you can't sleep ("why do people has to lose the person they love first, to realize they're bloody value and worth? doesn't make sense, what do you think?").

I GOT SO CARRIED AWAY MAKING THIS, IT TURNED OUT SO LONGGGG. I'M SORRY IF THIS IS TOO LONG FOR YOU

Love this<3

Could you do “it’s you, it always has been” with tasm Peter x reader please? If you have the time of course :)

Always Been You / tasm Peter Parker x fem!reader

Summary: Being in love with your best friend was never ideal but how could you not fall for your sweet, caring, selfless Peter? But when Gwen comes into the picture, you think they are secretly dating and try to move on by going on a date.

Warnings: angst with fluff ending, jealous reader and Peter, feelings confessed, language, reader feeling threatened by Gwen being around, lmk if I missed anything!

Author's note: Of course beautiful! :D Thank you for requesting, I appreciate it! 😘 You're so sweet 🥰 Hope you like it and that it turned out how you wanted. Requests are open! Liking, reblogging, and commenting really help me out. Thank you!

Word count: 2.1k

Peter had been your best friend since you were young, you were both inseparable and still were until recently. You and Peter had always done everything together, you wouldn't often find the one without the other for long. You pair were so close that people who weren't close to your friend group often thought you were dating, and Peter didn't help the rumours when he was affectionate with you. An arm around the shoulder, holding hands, forehead kisses, he was always close to you. Even your friends believed you would end up together, convinced of the idea even.

You and Peter always denied that you were anything more than friends, despite your totally secret and definitely not obvious crush on your best friend. It killed you to say it but you knew he would never feel the same about you as you did him. And you had come to terms with it, mostly. You loved Peter, wholly and irrevocably, your whole being was consumed by him at all times. He was your everything, no one else compared, not even by a long shot. And that terrified you, the thought of being unable to move on or have someone make you feel like Peter does. You will have to eventually. You reminded yourself sadly.

Nothing had ever come between you and Peter, you were as tight nit as anyone could possibly be but that didn't mean you hadn't ever argued, disagreed, or feel the same about everything. You both had your differences, and that's what you liked about one another, the interesting individual thought process behind ideas or opinions. You'd had a few small arguments and disagreements but you'd never gone more than two days without speaking or being mad/unhappy with each other. Neither could stay mad, especially you, Peter could do something innocent yet adorable when resolving the issue and your heart would just melt.

Things had been great between you guys, as per usual, everything was just normal. That was until Gwen came into the picture, seemingly taking an instant liking to Peter. Not that you blamed her, how could you not? Especially when he flashed his signature beautiful white-toothed smile and nervously played with the sleeves of his hoodie, it was plain adorable. Everyone who met Peter instantly liked him, he had a way with people without realising it, and he was good with them.

You noticed over the past couple of weeks that Gwen and Peter had been hanging out more and more, by themselves. Your typical everyday texts turned into every couple of days, your biweekly hangouts were cancelled, group hangouts were postponed or Gwen was always present, and it was taking a toll on you. You struggled not having your best friend around as much, but you tried your best to accept and understand that Peter would date at some point. That you would have to share his attention and time with someone else that meant as much as you did to him, if not more. Safe to say, that was a hard pill to swallow. But you had to, he wasn't yours anymore.

You felt the best way to move on from Peter and accept everything was to go on a date, figuring it would be a positive step in the right direction. You asked your other best friend Harry to help you find someone nice to go on a date with, settling on a friend of a friend, Jack. The date was arranged for the following Friday at 7 pm at a local diner, casual and familiar. Close to home if something were to go wrong or right, you supposed, the thought surfacing feelings of uncertainty.

By the time the day of the date rolled around, you were riddled with nerves. You had only ever been on four dates in your whole life, none of which had gone well enough for a second. Being in love with your best friend for most all of your teen years until now kind of ruined your love life, which was non-existent, and you hated it. Why? Why did it have to be Peter? Couldn't it have been Mark from bio or Ryan from English? Normal, typical boys who were nice enough and had always been kind to you, so why not them? Because they aren't him, he's extraordinary, amazing, devastatingly handsome Peter. You were really starting to hate that inner voice of yours.

You did another once-over of your outfit for your date, impressed by your choices. You wore a pair of your best black jeans that made your bottom look incredible, shaping you nicely in the right areas. Your shirt was a pinkish-brown cotton long-sleeved shirt that plunged slightly to show some cleavage and hugged your figure beautifully, paired with brown ankle-strapped heels and a black leather jacket. Hair was curled, make-up minimal with some glitter on your eyes for a little pop of attention, and smelled like your favourite perfume. You nodded in approval before heading out the door, keys, phone and purse in a small side bag.

You arrive at the diner five minutes early, texting Jack that you'd get a table as you headed inside. The kind waitress leads you to a four-seater booth by a window, the place was packed as expected. This was a popular hotspot for people your age to come to on weekends. Brown wood tables, red leather seats, 80s music playing, it was one of your favourites. As you get settled and order a coke while you wait for your date, you receive a reply letting you know he was just parking. Thankfully Harry had shown you a picture beforehand, so you knew who to look out for. You could feel the nerves bubble more than before, unsure of what to expect or how to feel about this whole thing.

But it all seemed to disappear as Jack walked through the door, a bouquet of flowers in hand and looking as handsome as ever. Nothing on Peter but handsome nonetheless. The same waitress pointed to you and he walked over with a smile that would make any girl or guy melt in an instant, the kind that models and famous people had. You couldn't help but return it as he handed you the flowers and kissed your cheek with a cheeky little hello, his overwhelmingly wonderful aftershave filling your senses when he leant close. He sat down across from you as you placed the beautiful flowers next to you, maybe this wouldn't be so bad.

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An hour later you were home, the date having gone amazingly. Jack had been the perfect gentleman, listened and asked all the right questions, even walking you home after. You arrive outside your apartment door, Jack stood behind you with a smile as he watches you open the door. "Well thank you for tonight, it was lovely. I enjoyed myself, and I hope you did too." you smile nervously, worried that he didn't enjoy the evening as much as you had. "I loved it, thank you for a great evening. I hope to hear from you for a second real soon beautiful, good night." Jack flashed you a panty-dropping smile as he kissed your cheek. You bit your lip as he pulled away and gave you a little wave as he walked down the stairs.

You sigh contently as you switch on the light and close the door behind you, placing your keys on the side cabinet. Only locking it with the key, remembering your roommate mentioning that they would be out till late. You turn around and go to the kitchen, grabbing a water bottle. "Well, he seemed nice." A voice says behind you, a scream erupting from you as you spin around quickly to see Peter sitting on the sofa in your living room. He was staring at you with an unreadable expression as you tried to calm your breathing, walking to where he was sitting. "What the fuck Peter? How long have you been there?" you yell, standing near.

"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you. About 30 minutes, how was your date?" Peter asked, looking away from you with a clenched jaw. You frown feeling confused, the way he'd said 'date' was as if the word pissed him off. "Good, but why are you here?" you questioned, figuring he would be with Gwen or at home. He shook his head, still not looking at you, something was up with him. "Not important, I shouldn't have even come." Peter stood up, making his way to the door. You scoff, not believing how he was acting.

"Oh no, you don't get to ignore me for weeks with odd texts because you'd rather hang out with Gwen than me and then get annoyed for whatever reason because I went on a date!" Peter stops dead, back tense as he turns to face you. You had no idea why Peter would possibly be upset about you going on a date, he had no right to! Considering he had replaced you with Gwen. You just wanted to move on from him and he was making that really difficult. "Rather hang out with Gwen?" he asked, seeming genuinely confused. Your eyes widen in disbelief, had he really not noticed? Ouch.

"Wow, yes Peter. You've been spending all your time with Gwen as of late, me and Harry feel pushed aside. Seems she's become more important just because you have a crush on each other." you roll your eyes, arms crossed over your chest. Despite your own feelings, you would never stop Peter from being happy with someone else. He was your best friend first, crush second, so it didn't sit right with you to be cast aside for some girl. You liked Gwen, of course, because how could you not? But she had seemed to steal all of Peter's attention from his friends, not just you.

"Wow, hey, no. I don't have a crush on Gwen, we are just friends. Why would you think that?" Peter wondered, a slight tone in his voice that threw you off, he sounded nervous for some reason. "I've seen how you look at her, Peter... Like she's everything," you whisper, looking away from him. You can feel the nerves bubble in your chest and tears well in your eyes, building as if they were going to explode at any moment. It was just all too much to deal with. You'd had a wonderful date with someone you genuinely thought could maybe help you to move on from Peter, and then Peter shows up here mad at you for going on a date, what the hell was happening?

"I don't... I can't... fuck!" Peter swore, hands pulling at his hair in frustration as he turned away from you before turning back to face you once again. You were unsure what was going on, confused by his mood swings and behaviour. Peter sighed, walking toward you with intent, "why is it you're the only one who doesn't see it?" he whispers as his hands cupped both cheeks. You frown, frozen at the close proximity of Peter's face to your own. "What are you talking about?" you question, willing the tears not to fall. To be strong in that moment.

"It's you, It's always been you Y/N." he laughs, "you were always the one for me, not Gwen, not anyone. God, I've been in love with you since the first day we met. No one else could compare, not even in the slightest but I never wanted to say anything because I didn't think you would feel the same and ruin our friendship. You've got me wrapped around your finger and you don't even know it, sweetheart." Peter whispered as he placed his forehead against yours, both eyes closed as you breathe out deeply. The tears you tried to stop fell down your cheeks, a sobbed laugh escaping you.

"You're an idiot! I've been in love with you for a long time. I went on a date to try and get over you because I thought you liked Gwen." you laugh, tears not stopping. Peter pulled back, eyes staring back at you wide, "you love me too?" he whispers, hands holding your face desperately as they shake. "Yes, how could I not?" you smile, moving your hands to hold the arms that held your face. "Guess we were both idiots then, hmm?" he laughs, thumb gently stroking the damp skin of your cheek. You nodded, stroking his clothed arms.

"You know I'm going to have to take you out on a date now, don't you? Make you forget all about that other guy?" Peter laughed, leaning in until his lips touched yours. You smile as your lips move together, hands moving to hold his neck, "you better." you both chuckle, foreheads touching.

this is so cute 😍

Men and Tea

Based on this request: “a newt fic with her using the “I like my men like I like my tea” and everyone’s staring at her until she says “hot and British” and newt is just like “hey I’m British” and she’s like “yeah i know” and he’s all blushy, flustered and cute?“

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Is it a terribly dark day, or is it just you? You’re used to life in the Maze. You’re used to the constant feeling of never being able to fully relax, all because of the walls shading your back with every step you take. Sure, you can hang out with your friends, and laugh and joke all you want, but at the end of the day you’re still stuck in the Glade, with no way out. It’s wearing on you today, this knowledge. It’s wearing on everyone.

Everyone can sense it, too. Eventually Alby has had enough of seeing everyone moping around and announces that there’s going to be a Bonfire Night later in the day, which makes the Gladers perk up a little. Bonfire Nights are usually reserved for Greenie Days or particularly thrilling celebrations, so the fact that Alby’s given in and let one happen tonight should say enough about the overall atmosphere of the Glade.

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Cutest thing ever

Percy: Hey, Nico. Can you watch the baby for a second while I run to pick up Annabeth from work?

Nico: You want me to watch your kid?

Percy: Yeah. It’ll take like 20 minutes.

Nico: But what if she cries or something.

Percy: If you need anything just call me.

Nico: Do I talk to her or…

Percy: She’s a year old, Nico. Just hang out with her, maybe read to her. She loves books.

Nico: Okay.

Percy: Thanks, Nico. You’re a life saver!

*Percy kisses his daughter’s head and leaves.*

Nico: *coming to sit by the baby* So… you like books? My boyfriend likes books too. Medical books, but still.

Percabeth baby: Boo!

Nico: I’m guessing that’s book. *grabs book of ocean animals* Book?

Baby: Boo!

Nico: Cool. Fish book it is then.

Baby:*showing Nico her fish stuffy* Fish.

Nico: *nodding* That is a fish.

Baby: *claps*

Nico: *fighting a smile* You are your parents daughter, kid.

Baby: *gives Nico the fish and claps*

Nico: *now genuinely smiling* Yep. Your parents daughter.

UGHHHHHHHHHHH YESSSSS

Pls can you do a Jason Grace x Athena daughter? Like when he meets Annabeth in the book he says her eyes are scary (I read the book in other language, so forgive if it’s not in all books) and he find the reader eyes comforting, just a suggestion!! I would love any Jason content

scary? my god, you're divine

jason grace x athena!reader who has grey eyes

cw: a little bit of hurt/comfort? not proofread, wrote this with fem reader in mind but i dont think theres any specific pronouns (self projecting my singleness)

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It'd been a pleasant evening for both you and your boyfriend, who you loved more than anything else. You'd had a walk along the lake, followed by a nice rooftop picnic where you exchanged food, cuddles, and kisses.

Now, the both of you were in Jason's cabin, snuggled up in your matching pajamas, underneath the warm blankets. As the both of you whispered sweet nothings to each other, you couldn't squash the small, nagging thought at the back of your mind.

Earlier during the day, a few of the Aphrodite girls who were jealous of you and Jason's relationship had teased you about your grey eyes, comparing them to the blood-thirsty likeness of wolves. They'd gone on to question how anyone could ever see, let alone love, the "monster hiding behind those scary steel fortresses". You knew it was stupid but some part of you couldn't hold yourself back.

"Do you think my eyes are scary?" You asked timidly, facing Jason, fingers absentmindedly playing with his golden locks. Your sweet, sweet, adoring boyfriend half-opened his eyes sleepily and frowned.

"What do you mean? Who said that?"

"No- no one. Forget I asked," you sighed, reaching a hand up to touch his cheek. Just as you were about to pull away, Jason's hand captured yours, resting it against his cheek.

"Baby."

"Yeah?"

"You want to know what I think of your eyes?"

"Jason, it's fine. Forget it." You rolled over, back facing him. "Goodnight."

"Nuh-uh." He gently rolled you over so you were facing him once again and tucked a finger under you chin to tilt your head slightly. His eyes found yours before gently pressing a kiss to your nose.

"I think that your eyes are the prettiest, most gorgeous, most lovable eyes in the world. They make you look strong and powerful and beautiful and so, so smart. They're like the beginning and the end of thunderstorms, just like how you'll be my beginning and end. Whenever I feel like the world's going to end, all I have to do is look into your eyes and know that you'll always be there for me. They're not scary; they're the embodiment of you. And I love you, my wise, adorable, smart, caring, kind, funny -aww, wait don't cry."

Jason brought his face closer to yours, kissing away the silver tear tracks that were beginning to make their way down your face.

Sniffling, you asked, "So, my eyes aren't scary?"

"Scary?" Jason scoffed, tucking a stray hair behind your ear. "Scary? My gods, your divine."

List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who liked or reblogged something from you! Get to know your mutuals and followers!

Okay :)

○ My celebrity crush, Finn Wolfhard, makes me happy because he's helped me through hard stuff even if he doesn't know it and I'll always be his No. 1 fan since 6 years ago, now and forever.

• Friends, they distract me from my life problems and make me laugh and I always have a good time with them

° I know it's basic but sleeping because who doesn't like sleeping?

• When an author whose book I'm reading releases a new book or when I generally get a new book I want

° Going out is nice because I like getting ready and picking an outfit and hair style and hanging out with people and doing my make-up is fun too