#tbs fluff

Pairing: newt x reader

Warnings: self doubt 

I hope you like it . I didn’t know which artist the song was by sosorry if i got this wrong.

The sun shined through the blindes into your eyes as you slowly woke up. You rolled over pulling the blanket over your head to block out the light. You layed there sleeping until a sound from outside woke you up. You pulled the blanket off of you as the sound came again. You walked over to the window opening the window to see your boyfriend standing on the ground smiling up at you.  “Come down here” he said motioning toward you.

You ran away from the window to run outside. As you walked out the door and saw him time seemed to stop. You hadnt been togther very long and trust me when i say you had some worries but when you were with him everything was better.  You walked slowly toward him almost savoring every second you could with him. When you finally reached eachother you basically attacked him. Your arms wrapped around him pulling him toward making him be as close to you as possible. 

“Did you miss me love?”

“Only a little.”

He put his hands on the side of your face pulled you in until your lips met his soft ones. The world seemed to disapear, everything wrong become right all the doubts became distant memories. Its like you felt everything all at once and it was the best feeling. 

“You know kissing you has got to be one of my favorite things” you said.

A/N: Here’s an experimental imagine. Please play the song when the imagine calls for it.

Summary: The reader is stressed from all her schoolwork. Her boyfriend knows just what to do to change that.

Day 3/12 of my Christmas treat for you all. As if they’re worthy of being called such.

I hope you like it.

PS. If you do like it, PLEASE PLEASE give me feedback. Regardless of its form: like or anonymous message. 

I want to know what kind of stuff you guys prefer so I can make more of that stuff. Please do voice out/like. :)

MAKE A REQUEST

“Y/N, love, let’s go to bed.” Thomas tried pulling you out of your seat in your small dining table. It’s already 2AM. The soft buzzing of the vehicles running past outside was the only sound that occupied your dim apartment. Thomas was already stripped down to his sweatpants, ready for bed.

“Just one more thesis, Tommy, please.” you groaned. He rubbed your arms soothingly from behind.

“Come on, darling. I can’t let you go to school tomorrow looking like that,” he whispered.

You turned to glare at him. “What do I look like, Thomas?” you inquired challengingly.

“Lovely as ever,” he smirked, pressing his lips to your cheek. You rolled your eyes, containing your smile. He continued, “but really, Y/N. Let’s go to bed, then I’ll help you with that in the car when I drive you to school.”

You pouted.

He pouted back. “Pleaaaaase?” he dug down to your neck, devouring it.

He smelled so good.

“You smell nice.”

You felt his bare chest rumble as he chuckled.

“There’s more of that on your pillow,” he noted.

“Mmm. Is that so?” you kissed behind his earlobe.

“Mhmm.”

“How lucky must one be, to share a bed with you,” you teased, but mid-sentence you just started whispering because Thomas began to bite gently at your neck.

You could feel the vibrations of his chuckle on your neck. “If you say so,” he sighed. “But unfortunately, it seems like she doesn’t want to go to bed with me.”

“What an idiot.”

He hummed his agreement.

“All she has to do is let me carry her to my bed...” he pulled away slowly to attack you with his pleading eyes.

Freaking charm.

You gave in. You let him turn your laptop off and fix all your papers.

“Let’s go to bed,” he was about to pick you up bridal style when you stopped him.

“My head hurts,” you whined.

Thomas looked down contemplatively. Then his eyes brightened. “I know just the thing,” he smiled mischievously.

He turned to his phone. You stared at him patiently. He smiled up at you when the music began to blast from his speakers, holding his hand up for you. You took it.

“What is this?” you followed his lead as he pulled you to his chest.

“We’re going to dance, lovely, what else?” he replied huskily.

“No, Thomas, definitely not. You know I don’t dance.”

“Me neither,” he admitted. “but we’re doing it anyway.”

He lifted you up so your feet landed above his - you were technically on his feet. His large hands snaked around your waist as you clung to his torso, your ear against his calming heartbeat.

Only your lampshade lit the room and you could feel your heart beating rapidly. You despised dancing, but add Thomas to anything you hated and it becomes heaven.

He began moving his feet, carrying your weight along with it. If you listened close enough, you could hear him hum along with the song.

You're lovely, with your smile so warm And your cheeks so soft, There is nothing for me but to love you, Just the way you look tonight.

Slowly, you could feel your eyelids drooping. Your grip on Thomas loosened gradually, and he took notice. He hoisted you up, prompting your legs to wrap around his waist. His hand supported your bottom and his other arm held you. You clung to his neck as he continued humming and swaying gently.

A/N: I’ll admit, I was pumped to see you guys contact me without the anonymous feature. So, without further ado. :)

I was also pumped to find out that the first comment on my post (where I asked you guys if you’d like this kind of fic) was a guy telling me that I’d be better off doing homework in my room.

Well, sir, I am actually a straight-A student with no problems in school and at home, at all.

Hah, here you go.

MAKE A REQUEST

Your ex-husband, Thomas, insisted on watching your six-year-old daughter Hope while you go the US to attend a conference for writers. Reluctantly, you agreed, and here you were at his home.

“Daddy!” your daughter ran up to your lanky ex-husband, crawling to his neck.

“Hey, princess,” he smiled – genuinely, too.

Then he saw you.

And he gave you that same fake smile, full of unsaid words and feelings.

“Hello, Y/N.” he reached out to hug you awkwardly. It was less uncomfortable since Hope was between you both, and he patted your back friendlily.

“Hi, Thomas.” You smiled, reaching for Hope’s bag. “Here’s her bag. I packed up three extra sets of clothes and some snacks in case she gets hungry,”

Thomas took the pink backpack from you, chuckling. “Y/N, she has clothes here, and I have a kitchen.”

You widened your eyes slightly, before nodding sheepishly. “Riiight. Well, off I go, then.” You leaned in to kiss Hope on the cheek, then Thomas spoke up.

“How about you stay for dinner?” he suggested shyly, rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand.

“Yeah, mommy, stay!” Hope pouted.

“For a bit, my flight is in three hours.” You complied.

“I can drive you.” Thomas offered. “We can get food on the road.”

Thomas was acting odd. He’d always act stiff when you were around, and he was always almost evidently waiting for you to leave already.

But today, he wanted to spend time with you.

Despite yourself, you nodded, turning to Hope. “Honey, why don’t you go unpack some of your things? Freshen up before we leave?”

Hope looked at her father. At his nod of agreement, Hope hopped off to her bedroom – a room Thomas had the people build especially for her when you were still married.

“What’s up with you today?” you demanded, following Thomas to the kitchen.

He set down two glasses and a pitcher of iced tea, sighing. “I just want to see both my girls again, okay, Y/N? Just for tonight. For Hope.”

Did he just call you his girl?

If you were honest with yourself, you probably hoped he wanted you to stay because he wanted you, daughter or no daughter. But you nodded.

I mean, you wouldn’t be forced to befriend him if Hope didn’t come into the picture, right?

Handing you your glass of tea, an awkward silence followed.

“Daddy, I want one too!” your daughter stood in the hallway, eyeing you both happily, probably overjoyed at the rare sight of her two parents together.

“You won’t be able to sleep tonight, darling, how about milk?” he offered. At your daughter’s nod, he reached for a glass and the carton.

“Do you have cookies, too?” she asked.

“Hope,” you interrupted, a warning tone wavering in your voice.

“It’s alright, love, really,” he told you. And he was just as shocked as you were.

He hadn’t called you love since – well – forever.

Not since six years.

“Just a few, it’ll ruin her appetite.” You compromised. Thomas nodded.

Holding back a smile at the sweet exchange between father and daughter, you decided to clean the glasses up and put them in the sink. You began to reach for the sponge when Thomas stopped you.

“That’s unnecessary… Y/N,” he almost called you that again. “I’ll do it when I get home.”

“Nonsense, they’re just glasses, Thomas.” With that, you set to work.

More strange behavior followed. Thomas insisted on you riding next to him with Hope on your lap. The last time you rode next to him in a car was when you were on your way to sign your divorce papers.

Thomas being an actor, paparazzi followed you both around. Bitterness overtook you further then; his career was practically the reason why you decided to end things.

Somehow, Thomas never noticed when you stared at him while he was driving. So during the one-hour drive to McDonald’s, you took the time to assess what changed.

His jaw line is more pronounced, his laugh lines a little more prominent. He still ran his fingers through his hair and sighed whenever he was in deep thought. Only Hope kept the aura lively, chatting to Thomas about her friends in school.

“Mommy has a friend too, Daddy, he’s my friend’s daddy and he said he really likes Mommy,” Hope blabbered on. You sunk in your seat.

Bryce Masen was a single parent who took a liking to you, and boy, was he vocal about it. He insisted on courting you, but you gave him a firm no before he settled for friendship.

Thomas glanced at you briefly. “Really?” his eyebrows knit together in confusion.

“He’s just a friend,” you clarified. “Mommy doesn’t like anyone,” it was more towards Thomas, but Hope nodded.

“You mean like a crush, Mommy?” Hope asked innocently, and Thomas’ head snapped to her direction.

“Since when did you know what a crush is?” he demanded, occasionally looking at her to indicate he’s waiting for an answer.

“One of my friends said he crushed on me, then Mommy told me it means you want to be boyfriend and girlfriend with someone.” She explained.

“No crushes,” he stated firmly. “not until you’re thirty.”

You held back an “aww”, and Hope only laughed.

“I’m not joking,” Thomas muttered so softly only you could hear.

“Thomas,” you chastised. He only looked at you smugly.

“Here we are!” he turned to the drive-thru.

He spoke to the intercom and relayed your order, knowing it by heart.

Although it was a little thing, you found it very endearing.

--

“Say goodbye to Mummy, Hope.” Thomas put her in your arms, and she nuzzled her nose in the crook of your neck.

“Don’t go, Mommy,” she whined.

“I’ll come back in a few days, darling,” you promised, kissing her hair.

“Promise?” she pulled away, meeting your eyes. At your nod, she smiled. “Can me, you, and Daddy go to the beach?”

“I’m sure Daddy can bring you there while I’m gone, sweetie.”

“But I want you to be there, too!” she pouted.

“Of course we’ll wait for Mummy,” Thomas piped up.

What is this man high on?

“Alright then!” you said breathily. “We’ll go to the beach when I get back.”

“I’m sleepy,” Hope yawned, climbing up Thomas’ car, leaving you two standing awkwardly.

“You’re acting really weird, Thomas, you have to stop before Hope-“

“I miss you, alright?” Thomas blurted out. “I want to have an actual friendship with you. Not a friendship where you want to get out of my bloody house as soon as you can.”

You sighed. “Fine.” You forced a smile. “I’ll see you when I get back, then.”

“I’m really taking you girls to the beach,” Thomas remarked.

Your lips tightening to a thin line, you nodded. “That would be nice.”

Taking you both by surprise, he leaned in to wrap you in his embrace.

He still smelled the same. Felt the same way.

“Travel safely. Message me when you land.” He whispered in your ear.

He pulled away from the embrace, but not completely. His face lingered close to yours, eyes shut, waiting for you to react to your unusual closeness.

You didn’t react.

He exhaled through his nose, pulling away. “I’m sorry.” He muttered.

You nodded. “Goodbye, Thomas.”

He looked heartbroken that you hadn’t responded to the kiss. He tried to keep a friendly façade, but you knew him. You always will.

With that in mind, you tiptoed to peck him on the lips before hurrying away, not wanting to deal with the aftermath.

Friend- why are you always Talking about Thomas brodie sangster?

 Me-

A/N: this sweet imagine is inspired by anon and this wonderful song. cry with me as read all this fluff that’s gonna be thrown at you  it’s best of you to listen to the song as you read this story. Trust me.

Pairing: Reader x Thomas Brodie-Sangster

Warnings: feels. lots and LOTS of feels. You will cry at some point, beLIEVE me 

Word Count: 2712

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It’s your 5 year anniversary with the one and only, Thomas Sangster.

Life was pretty hectic at times, with him traveling for movie productions and you being a photographer, there would be weeks at a time where you wouldn’t see each other.

And when there’s a relationship, there’s always the haters. The minute fans found out that you and Thomas were a thing, there was backlash. You remember the one time in Comic Con a girl jumped onto stage and threw water at you. Since then, there’s been at least one security guard looking after you and Thomas.

It’s a chilly December morning and you got a call saying a client needed some pictures for their wedding photo. 

You willingly said yes, telling the couple that you knew a lot of beatiful places to take candid shots in Hyde Park. Even though it’s 8 AM here, the photo shoot would take up almost the whole day.

You notified the couple to bring some ice skates; that you might enter into ‘Winter Wonderland.’

You practically heard the couple scream in delight as you bid them a goodbye.

As you were packing your camera, you heard your phone ring. You picked up the phone and immediately grinned when you found out who the person was.

"Hey, Y/N" Thomas beamed through the phone, "I miss you so much."

"Hey, sweetie, how’s work cutting out for you?" you asked as put the finishing touches to your bag.

"Well, we wrapped up yesterday afternoon, and they told me I’m allowed a 1 month break," Thomas said.

"That’s amazing!" you gasped, "Are you on your way home right now?"

Although Thomas was doing interviews in the States, he knew his way around the system. 

"I’m not quite sure, there’s an airplane that leaves in 45 minutes, and I think I might head on over to you," Thomas said.

"But it’s 12 AM over there!" you exclaimed, "aren’t you going to get jet lag when I see you."

"That might be the case, but I’ll do anything to be with you," Thomas said.

You let out a heavy sigh. This would the third time this year where Thomas wouldn’t be in England the same day. Although jet lag is a problem, you haven’t told him about your job right now.

Ever since you and Thomas became a thing, people would actually look at your work in the photography industry. No longer were you the local photographer You would travel the world and see new places, wanting to have beautiful weddings like the ones you’ve seen. However, Thomas said to ‘give it some time.’

"Well, take all the time you want," you explained, "because I’ve got clients waiting for me at Hyde Park. I’m making their photoshoot a snow-centered one."

"Sounds very romantic," Thomas chuckled, "we should definitely do that sometime."

"That’s if you ever get your arse back here, moron," you teased.

"Your British is so bad," Thomas said as he imitated and SoCal accent.

"Not all Californians sound like surfers, Thomas," you chuckled as you walked to your car. 

"Based on what I’ve heard and seen, I beg to differ," Thomas laughed.

"Whatever Thomas. Hey, I gotta go do my thing. Call me when you get here alright?" you said.

"Have fun! But not too much fun," Thomas said as you heard his laugh through the phone.

"I’ll catch you later," you sighed as you hung up and headed to Hyde Park.

It’s time to get the show on the road.

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"Ok, now try to twirl in a circle and do some funny pose!" you ordered.

It’s already after midday, and you were having an absolute blast.

As snow came down, it made the scenery even more beautiful than it was.

The couple was very interacting throughout the whole shoot, and it made you swell up. It was quite funny how they met, too. Jackie, the bride-to-be, said they met when they were at a cousin’s wedding, when Jackie was 19 and Ethan was 20. Ethan, the groom, said when they first met, Jackie thought he was the most annoying person ever. Apparently Ethan was a crappy flirter, and throughout the wedding, he would try to have some conversation with her, but horribly fail. Jackie eventually came through at the very end of the wedding. And since then, they have been together for 10 years. 

"10 years is such a long time," you finally said, "I’m so proud that you guys are getting married. It’s such a wonderful thing, quite frankly."

You told that you if you can have a 15 minute break, and without hesitation they said yes.

"You’ve done so much for us," Ethan thanked, "we can never thank you enough."

As they went for a few more rounds around the rink, you took out your phone to check the time: 1:23 PM. 

You decided to ring Thomas up to see if he landed or not, but he never picked up the phone. You left him a voicemail saying how much you loved your clients and how much you missed him.

As you hung up, you stared at your surroundings. The kids laughing with joy, couples skating together, teenagers huddled around keeping warm from the snow. It all seem… distant to you. You started to remember flashbacks from your first date with Thomas, it was under a cherry blossom tree during the spring. If only he was here now…

You snapped back to reality as you had the sudden urge to got back to that tree. 

You skated up to Jackie and Ethan and said, “I have a perfect place to shoot some pictures.”

As you lead the couple to the spot, you felt your phone ring. It was Thomas.

"Hey, I miss you," you said in a hushed tone.

"I miss you too, Y/N" Thomas sighed as a long silence came ahead.

"You’re not coming home, aren’t you," you simply put it.

"I’m in New York at the moment," Thomas hesitated, "But I think my flight is going to be delayed for another 2 hours. Sorry babe."

You stayed quiet for a minute. “It’s okay, Thomas. I know it’s not your fault. I’m still working with the couple anyways. They’re a fabulous duo, might I add.”

"Must be marvelous over there," Thomas said, "Well, I can’t keep talking to you. You’ve got your job to do."

"I know.." you mumbled, "See you soon. Love you."

"Love you too, babe," Thomas cooed, sadness in his voice as both of you hung up.

You didn’t realize that you had a tear coming down your face until Jackie came up from behind and said, “Honey, are you okay?”

"Yea, I’m fine," you sniffled, "it’s just my allergies acting up. Don’t worry about it." "Are you sure?" Ethan asked, concern in his voice, "because we can take another break, if you want."

"No, no! It’s okay," you stuttered, "I’m from Southern California, and sometimes this weather takes me by surprise."

The couple kept insisting to take another break, but you told them that the tree was up ahead.

You knew during the winter, cherry blossoms weren’t obviously in season, but this specific tree seemed to never lose it’s little petals. It was a hotspot for couples, but for those who had the guts to be here in the snowy weather. The little petals stood out in the white snow, and since the days were shorter, it made the scenery even more beautiful.

"Wow, it’s even better than I remembered," you gasped.

"Y/N, this is so beautiful!" Jackie said, "how on earth did you ever find it?"

Jackie gave a valid reason. The three of you were secluded off, tiny hills covering the tree. You would hear the occasional laugh or screech from families, but other than that, it was perfect.

"Aw, you don’t have to thank me!" you gushed, "You can thank Thom- no wait never mind."

"Go on, dear," Jackie said, "We won’t judge you."

"It’s just, it reminds me of Thomas," you simply said.

"Oh, he sounds like a wonderful person," Jackie said, "unless, of course, he’s your ex-boyfriend. Then he’s considered a bad person."

"He’s my boyfriend, we’ve been going out for five years," you chuckled.

"Things are good, life’s alright… but I never get to see him," you added, "he’s in the States right because his flight got cancelled for two more hours. It really sucks because today marks our 5 year anniversary. I actually thought he would make it…"

"I never get to see him now that has to do so many interviews, and honestly, it’s one of the reasons I do this job. It’s kind of like a ddistraction so I don’t miss him too much, but it still hurts. I have picture of him, it was taken on this exact same spot you guys are standing."

You took out your phone and showed Jackie and Ethan a picture of you and Thomas holding each other while ice skating. It was taken in January, and you remembered Thomas telling you that his current movie was a huge success.

"You guys look absolutely adorable,” Jackie said, “Remember we were like that, Ethan?”

"It was a nice time for us," Ethan added, "I know you might have heard this an annoying amount of times, but have you guys ever thought of getting married?" 

"Well, actually I’ve thought about it, but Thomas has said to give it some time,” yous sighed, realizing you had a few tears running down your face. 

Jackie handed you some Kleenex out of her purse, and you blew your nose a little too loudly.

Ethan’s phone rang and he excused himself off to the side. Jackie started rubbing your back and you lost it.

"Oh honey it’s okay, stuff like this always happen. I remember when Ethan was offered a job in New York when we were living here. It’s hard," Jackie consoled.

"I’m sorry, I’m so sorry," you blubbered, "I just messed up your guys’ photoshoot. I’m deeply sorry I’ll give you guys a refund."

"What are you talking about, you’re doing fantastic! I’ve never seen such a photographer dedicated to every client! I love how you’ll listen to our stories, because it’s what helps setting the mood for the picture! I take photos from time to time, and I know what exactly you’re trying to capture, I couldn’t thank you enough” Jackie praised.

 ”Oh it’s nothing,” you said, wiping a tear away, “when it comes to wedding shoots, I really like to capture the essence of the couple that’s getting married. Couples have actually told me that they’ve fallen all over again for each other.

"I remember an old couple that have married for 60 years, they told me that they felt young again when I did their photo shoot. I don’t know man, but I guess I have that ‘magical’ touch."

"And that’s why people love your work; because you can relate to everyone. Plus you aren’t rude and demanding like the majority of photographers. You make it fun!” Ethan said as he walked up to you and Jackie.

It was now 8:30, and it got pretty dark. You were about to tell the couple to pack it up and maybe go back to your studio, when suddenly a bright white light blinded your eyes. 

"What in the…" you groaned as you tried to see what was the bight light.

Turns out the cherry tree you were taking pictures at was lit up with sparkly white lights, and it look gorgeous.

"What a view!" Ethan said, sarcasm in his voice, "did you plan this?"

"No I didn’t…:" you whispered, "but it gives it a nice touch. How about a few more pictures under this?"

"Wonderful!" the couple sang.

You composed yourself and started to get your groove again, satisfied at the work you’re doing.

Just as you were taking the final shots of the couple, you started to hear the strums of a guitar.

"Oh, Y/N, can I see your camera for a bit?" Jackie asked, "I just wanna see the pictures."

"Sure, sure!" you said in a rush as you handed her the camera, frantically trying to find the search of the sound. 

You probably looked stupid, but you had no clue where the sound was coming from.

As you turned away from the tree, you heard 6 more guitars playing, and now you were real confused.

Then, you heard someone singing, softly but you could decipher few of the lyrics:

        I wish I could do better by you

        ‘Cause that’s what you deserve

        You sacrifice so much of your life 

        in order for this to work

It was Thomas. He’s singing the song that he serenaded to you.

Soon, a hoard of about 40 people came behind Thomas, all singing along to the song. It was all your closest friends and a couple of family members. They all came and that just creeped you out. It’s not even Christmas, so what’s the damn rush.

Everyone was so into the song, and they all surrounded you and the tree, realizing Ethan and Jackie joined into the circle and sang along. Turns out Jackie was taking some candid photos of you.

"You go, Y/N! Pose for me, darling!" Jackie cheered as you did some funny poses.

        But you don’t ask for no diamond rings

        No delicate string of pearls

        That’s why I wrote this song to sing

        My beautiful girl 

As the last verse played, all you heard were cheers and claps, but no signs of Thomas.

"Looking for someone?" a voice said behind you.

"You came!" you screeched as you tightly hugged Thomas, "I thought you wouldn’t make it!"

"Like I said, I’ll do anything to be with you," Thomas whispered as he leaned in for a kiss.

Everyone ‘awed’ and started clapping and cheering for the two of you. It felt since forever being with Thomas. 

Then out of nowhere, Thomas let go of your embrace, giving a subtle nod to a friend. 

"Y/N, these past 5 years have been ridiculously ridiculous," Thomas announced, earning chuckles from the crowd.

"This past year has been especially rough with all the shooting and interviews and touring. Heck, I thought I wasn’t living!" Thomas added, "And while I was away, it made me realize something: it made me realize that I need you. Not all that one more year crap. I mean stay with you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you.

"Which is why, Y/N Y/L/N, I want to take your hand in marriage." Thomas said, as he bent down in one knee. 

"Holy crap, holy crap!" you screamed out as you started to cry. 

"Y/N, will you marry me?" Thomas asked as he opened a small blue box with the diamond ring shining.

"Yes, yes Thomas, yes!" you yelled as he picked you up and spun you around. 

Jackie quickly got to work as she took pictures of the two of you, a roar of cheering heard throughout.

"I’m so glad you said yes, Y/N," Jackie gushed, "You have to give major props to Thomas though, he was the one who planned it out!"

"Really?" you gasped, "How? When!"

"Well," Thomas explained, "When I was in the States, I ran into Jackie, she was my photographer for a magazine photoshoot. When I heard she need someone to take her photos, I said you were the perfect one. We were gonna do it Christmas day, but this could be a present, right?"

"Oh Thomas, this is so wonderful!" you cried, "how did you ever pull this off?"

"Remember the phone call that Ethan got? That was me." Thomas beamed.

"Congrats on the engagement, man," Ethan said as he patted Thomas on the back.

The 6 guitar players then got their instrument and started to play, making everyone cheer and start dancing.

"Care for a dance, Mrs. Brodie- Sangster," Thomas proposed as you giggled.

"Don’t mind if I do, Mr. Thomas," you replied as the two of you slow danced.

Snow started to fall, and it was the perfect way to end the wonderful day.

"I love you, Y/N, with all my heart," Thomas said as you held onto him. 

You were truly now in a winter wonderland.