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impala-dreamer · 5 months

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Smokin' In The Green Room

A Short Story

~Settle in for a pre-show party as you relax with Jensen and Rob in the Green Room before a concert.~

Jensen Ackles x Reader. Rob Benedict x Reader, Cameos by Louden Swain

1,757 Words

Warnings: NSFW. Drug Use. Spit Roast. Smut. Comedy

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The Green Room is quiet; the rest of the band has yet to come back from dinner, and everything is still.

Squashed on the couch between Rob and Jensen, you linger in a drifting haze of lust and drugs, inhaling hit after hit off of Jensen’s fancy joints. He’d rolled them himself; a fact that he announces every five minutes lest either of you forget how talented he is.

The drugs are strong.

The room alternates pulsing and spinning in your head and things seem fuzzier and funnier the longer you sit there.

“You know what’s ridiculous?” you say, laughing to yourself as Jensen passes the dutchie over your head.

“What’s that?” he asks, nuzzling into the crook of your neck as he exhales.

The smoke swims around your face and you suck in a lingering wisp, coughing as it burns your lungs.

“Is that they didn’t have more sex. I mean- Dean- he used to have a lot of sex, ya know?” You turn to face him, concern tightening your features. “And then it just- stopped. Why’d it stop, Dean? Why?”

Jensen laughs, his head falling back against the sofa. “I wish I knew.”

Rob inhales deeply, joint pinched between two guitar-calloused fingers. “Chuck didn’t want to watch anymore. Too much porn.”

“So much porn!” you laugh. “Oh man- could you imagine you on HBO? Jesus fuck.”

“We wouldn’t have lasted.” Jensen says honestly.

“Are you kidding me?” Getting up and spinning around you sit on your knees on the couch. “Do you know what I’d give to have Dean Winchester buck naked fucking and- hell, saying fuck?”

Jensen bites back a smile and his hand lands on your knee. “You wanna see that?” he asks, tone losing all laughter and taking on an intoxicatingly delicious edge.

Your heart skips too many beats and your mouth waters. “I so do.”

Something in his face turns; his brows furrow, eyes narrow, face seems to drop into place. In an instant, he is Dean Winchester.

“You wanna see me fuck, Sweetheart?” he says, voice dark and graveled just like Dean’s.

Breathless, you stare at him, leaning in without realizing it. “I would watch that on repeat every fucking day all fucking day forever.”

His hand slides up your thigh. “And what if you couldn’t see it?”

A frown turns your lips. “Why not?”

“What if you were the one being fucked?”

Heart in your throat, your stomach flips. “Oh god. Yes. Fuck.”

Jensen’s fingers slide higher and his free hand reaches for you. You lean in and he cups the back of your head as his plump lips graze over yours. His kiss is deep and rich and made for television.

Pulling back, you laugh softly. “You kiss different than Dean,” you tease.

Jensen is back and he smiles. “Who’s better?”

Staring at his shining lips, you grab a fistful of his henley shirt. “Oh, you. For sure.”

Beside you, Rob squirms a bit, turning in his seat to see you head on. He clears his throat but your kiss doesn’t end, Jensen seemingly more enthused when he realizes you’re being watched.

“Uh, guys?”

Finally coming up for air, you turn to find Rob staring, cheeks flooded with a pink blush.

Ideas swim in your head.

“I’m sorry, Chuck. You feeling left out?”

He has no time to answer. Quickly, you lean to the side and peck his lips; Jensen’s hand on your back pushes you over, urging you on.

Rob’s beard tickles your cheeks and he sighs into your mouth, his tongue curious yet timid.

“Mmm you taste like honey,” you moan, nearly falling into his lap.

He blushes again and licks his lips. “I-I just had some tea.”

You smile and grab a handful of salt and pepper hair. “You’re cute.” A lick across his lips closes his eyes and Rob opens up for you, moaning softly as you nibble on his lips. “And so sexy…”

“Yeah?” He melts at your touch, blue eyes wide and watery.

“So much.” You readjust on the sofa, turning fully so that your Jensen has full view and access to your plump ass. “Wish you could just snap those fingers and whip off my clothes…” Rob exhales deeply against your nearing lips. “Slam me up against the wall…” Your hand slides firmly down his chest and he bucks his hips as it approaches. “Fuck me senseless…”

He swallows hard. “That’d be amazing.”

Jensen brings a hand down hard over your ass. “Yeah. It would.”

Your whimper pushes into Rob and he lifts a hand to your cheek, holding you softly as the kiss deepens. He’s more sure now, more excited and hums against your lips as your hand cups his growing dick.

“Fuck…” One hand slides back to tangle in your hair, the other reaches for your tits, plucking at each nipple while you rub him through his jeans. “This is- yeah. Wow.”

“Would be even better,” Jensen says; hand pressing up against your covered pussy. “If she wasn’t so… clothed.”

You lift your lips from Rob’s kiss and look back over your shoulder. “You tryin’ get me naked, Ackles?”

He grins. “You bet.”

“You can just ask,” you tease, leaving Rob and standing up from the couch. “I’ll always do whatever you ask…” Slowly, your shirt leaves your body and you toss it in Jensen’s laughing face. Your pants slide off easily and you step out of them, standing before the boys in your bra and panties.

Rob’s jaw drops and Jensen shimmies in his seat, stretching out his legs and rubbing a hand down his thick thigh.

“What about the rest?” he says, voice darkening as his desire grows.

“Oh, this?” you tease, fingers hooked in the straps of your bra. “You… want me to take it off?”

He bites his lip hard and nods. “Now.”

Two snaps later and your bra falls to the floor. Forearm baring your tits, you lick your lips and enjoy the sight of them both staring and hungry.

Rob moans and presses a hand down over his erection, trying to look cool and failing miserably.

“You boys like?”

He nods quickly, eyes like a vast ocean. “So much.”

Jensen smirks and nudges him in the arm. “You should see the rest. In fact-” Green eyes dig into yours with authority and pride. “Show him.”

Instantly, your arm falls and you peel away your panties, eyes locked on Jensen.

“Perfect…”

Rob sucks in a deep breath. “Wow.”

Your cheeks burn under their gaze. “Thank you.”

Jensen opens his arms and you rush to him, stumbling a bit over your jeans as you go. You fall into his lap and he wraps his hands around you as his tongue dips between your lips.

Locked in his kiss, you reach for Rob with your right hand, grabbing hold of his collar and dragging him over.

You leave Jensen for a split second, giving Rob a wet kiss to keep him occupied.

“Want you both,” you whisper, rolling your hips over Jensen while your fingers sneak down to tease Rob. “Want you both inside of me.”

Jensen cups your tits and pinches hard. “I think that can be arranged. What do you say, Robbie?”

Rob licks at your lips and then sits back, spreading his knees as he reaches for his belt. “Let’s go.”

His zipper slides down and you pounce, leaving Jensen’s lap and falling to your hands and knees. Immediately, you take Rob’s stout cock in your mouth, slowly dragging your tongue across the thick head.

He jerks his hips and moans, his hand landing softly on your head. He follows your rhythm with gentle pulses of his fingers against your scalp and you hum over him, lips vibrating and happy.

Behind you, Jensen makes himself ready. He knocks his jeans down to his ankles, catching them on his boots, and settles in on his knees, hands capturing your ass. He gives you a squeeze and you push back against him, gasping as the tip of his cock nudges your hole.

“Fuck, Jensen, please…”

Rob grunts and pushes your head down onto his cock again; all signs of shyness have permanently vanished. “Keep going,” he growls and you do, taking him in as deep as you can and swallowing hard. “Fuck yes.”

Jensen’s blunt nails dig into your hips as he lines up and scores, sinking his thick cock deep into your dripping cunt. He groans, tips his head back and closes his eyes, savoring the tight clamp of your muscles around him.

When you push back, he starts to move, thrusting hard. Each slam of his hips sends you further down Rob’s cock and your eyes roll back into blackness.

Jensen fits a hand around your waist and rubs hard circles on your clit. Your legs start to shake and you scream around Rob’s delicious shaft.

“Fuck yes. Fuck me hard, Jensen. Fuck.”

The drugs have taken away any care of time or space. Anyone could walk into the room right now and get the show of the century, but you can’t seem to care. Let them hear you gag as Rob spills a hot load down your throat and you scramble to drink it down. Let them see you shake and whimper as you cum on Jensen’s cock. Let them watch as he pulls out and paints your lower back and ass in creamy white.

Let them see.

The Green Room is quiet as the rest of the band returns from dinner. A thick cloud of smoke lingers in the air and Billy swats it away as he walks in.

“What the hell guys, you coulda waited for us.” He breathes deeply and coughs as he takes a seat in the armchair across from Rob.

Borja follows, blinking into the fog and sniffing the air. “Why… does it smell like sex in here?”

Stephen eyes you suspiciously and you shrug, hands up, feigning innocence.

“Jensen rolled the joints! He’s very talented. Everyone tell him how talented he is.” The group watches in amused shock as you bounce up from the sofa and rush to the door, paranoid and giddy. “Have a great show, guys. I’ll be watching. Uh… break all your legs or whatever!”

The seat you leave behind is far from empty and Mike reaches down, retrieving your bra from the cushion.

“Uh, Y/N? I think this is yours.”

Busted, you catch the tossed bit of lingerie and grin as you back away. “Oops? Have fun!”

Rob laughs. “Already did.”

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football15-7fics · 4 years

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Tu M’appartiens - Chapter 5 Part 1

But still, although Tessa was cursing Mats in the most spiteful of the way, Nicole read through the lines a truth that Tessa herself wasn't aware of. Her loathing against Mats gave the impression that it seemed more of an animal attraction, that she was in need of him, that she wanted to fuck him. Yes, Nicole had the perfect eye combined with the perfect brain in terms of body language, and concerning Tessa, it was an unquestionable topic, her body was craving on Mats.

Mats' presence had a bad impact on Tessa, at the view of him, she came to the saddest reality that her relaxing holiday came to an end. His stupid smile on his stupid face rose her tantrum a little bit more. When Tessa returned to the apartment, Nicole knew something was wrong based on the look on her friend's face expression. This one was amused at Tessa's reaction, laughing uncontrollably each time Tessa was repeating over and over again how Mats raised his hand at her.

Nicole's clumsiness to this situation gave Tessa a feeling that her bestie didn't care about her, especially about the hot point that Mats saw her boobs.

July 7, 2018

The big day finally arrived, Tessa turned 29, a new age for her. Life hasn't always been kind with her, but as the strong woman she was, she always kept her head steady and proved she had enough of maturity to take care of herself. Tessa developed a fierce maturity from a very young age, probably due to the divorce of her parents when she was still a child. She forged herself a strong personality and was never afraid to raise her voice to say what had to be said. Tessa was loved by everyone, first her dad and mom with whom she had a privileged strong bond, her friends, her coworkers and of course the BVB players that absolutely loved her. Never ever a player from the team disrespected her in any way or never proposed a friends with benefits relation, she was considered as their sister. But nevertheless this didn't refrain her from having a personal opinion on them, in fact she did find Sancho and Bürki really cute and attractive.

Nicole had been very evasive about the birthday party that she organized for her best friend. Only two hints were revealed, first Tessa had to be sexy and the second one was to make the most of it. As a smart girl, Tessa knew that everything seemed fishy, she felt something was on it's way and that it would be somehow of nasty. But to please Nicole, she decided to keep that feeling for herself.

"You look fine as hell bitch!" Nicole said as both her and Tessa accessed the elevator.

🔴⚫[Tessa's Outfit]⚫🔴

"You look fine as hell bitch!" Tessa shot back sarcastically.

"So where are we going?" Tessa asked curiously as her fingers typed her phone screen answering to the many birthday wishes via her Instagram.

"You'll see!" Nicole said as she pressed the 20th floor button on the elevator control pad.

"Ehm why is the elevator going up?" Tessa frowned her eyes curiously.

"Surprise!"

"I thought we were going out!"

"Why go out when the best is right in our hand!"

"Alright!" Tessa answered but mumbled [I feel I'm having a lot of fun!] Out of earshot to Nicole.

The elevator doors opened at the 20th floor, both stepped out when Nicole grabbed a red scarf out of her bag.

"Wow wow what are you doing!" Tessa made a step back when Nicole was about to roll the red silk scarf around her eyes.

"It's a surprise baby, do you trust me?"

"Ehm.. I guess so!" Tessa said as she felt a little tensed but nodded approving Nicole's move.

"Now relax, and keep walking, don't worry I'll guide your steps, you are not going to hit nothing!"

"Ok…" Tessa said, feeling a bit more at ease.

Girl, trust me, you'll thank me!" Nicole said as they entered a room.

"Nicole, what is going on?"

"There she is…" An unfamiliar female voice exclaimed.

As the red scarf was detached off Tessa's eyes, this one got speechless at the stunning set of red themed decorations. Masquerade masks, huge red sequins carefully wrapped around a huge table served with a delicious buffet. Fine wine and champagne, petits-fours, luxurious lobster and a wide variety of seafood, it all looked like one of these socialite private parties. Tessa examined each detail, but the gorgeous black and red birthday cake was too catchy to be unnoticeable. Everything was decorated based on Tessa's favorite red color. In the past Tessa always had amazing birthday parties, but this one was just on another level.

"My gosh, Nicole… it' s so perfect and beautiful, how… how did you do that!"

"I got some help in the name of this amazing girl, Amani!"

Tessa looked at the short woman, who looked absolutely stunning. As Tessa looked closer at the woman, her mind sent her flashbacks, enough to recall who she was the same woman with whom Mats was at the swimming pool.

"Oh gosh!" Tessa mumbled. "And who is Amani?" Tessa behaved foolishly.

"Oh, a friend… she's a sweet person!" Nicole said on a reassuring voice tone as she tapped on Tessa's shoulders.

"Happy Birthday sweetie, hope you like the decoration set, Nicole told me you were obsessed with the color red, so we based your little party on that!" Amani exclaimed excitedly.

"It's really beautiful, I can see you put a lot of devotion and of yourself, thank you, it's really perfect!" Tessa said in a sort of approval behavior.

"Don't he shock darling!" Amani said funnily..

"I'm so glad you like it, we know that you're not a big fan of big parties with a hundredth of people, private parties are way funnier and much more intimate, basically anything can happen without having to justify over certain things!" Amani spoke with a suave voice tone while she approached Nicole with a surprising behavior of her having her mouth locked with Nicole exchanging a passionate kiss. Tessa in shock had her mouth opened, in the unknown of how to react to this situation or of what to do or even what to say.

This was a new side of Nicole she found out and in the most of the explicit way.

"I'm… I…" Tessa baffled continuously with her eyes blinking several times.

"Tessa, you know me, I'm straight but sometimes crossing the line feels so good!"

"Nicole, I think I'll go back to our apartment room, you can stay here and have fun in my name!" Tessa spoke out foolishly.

"Yes, probably…" Tess was out of answers

She walked to the table where the food and drinks were displayed and served herself a glass of champagne that she gulped in one sip and filled up the empty glass immediately.

"No, you stay here, the fun hasn't even started yet, grab your glass, sit comfortably and relax!" Nicole guided Tessa to the living sofa.

"Are you girls dating or something similar to?"

"No, no, but from time to time when Nicole comes to Dubai, we get to have the best of the fun, we love to fuck!" Amani answered as she sat next to Tessa.

"Oh okay, I see, but yesterday, I saw you with Mats, at the swimming pool, you guys looked as a couple!" Tessa felt hungry to know further more about this sort of triangle couple or partner.

"Oh Mats, one of the greatest guy I know and probably the best lover ever, fuck with him for the first time and you'll get addicted to him!" Amani admitted with a sigh filled with lust.

"Gosh, why are every woman addicted to Mats!" Tessa said with an annoyed voice.

"She hates Mats, he's the enemy!" Nicole joked.

"What, you hate on him, oh girl, this is the worst mistake of your life, he's one charming man, treats women with the biggest of the respect and will make you go insane on him, and you're totally his type of girl, sexy, gorgeous and smart, and you're definitely my type as well!" Amani said as her eyes examined Tessa from head to toes.

"Oh my gosh, girls, can we just go out, I want to go dancing to a nightclub, I want to meet some handsome boys, I want to have real fun, get drunk and behave naughty." Tessa begged with puppy eyes.

"Why to go out when we have everything here!" Amani spoke with her eyes focussed at another direction, precisely behind Tessa. This one turned wanting to know what caught Amani's focus, for a second she thought she saw Mats Hummels, but it was from being a mirage, Mats was really there, standing beside Tessa.

"Tessa, so nice to see you again!" Mats had one of those charming smile, but Tessa had a different opinion about it. She had the look of a killer in her eyes, following his steps to the bar where he served himself a glass of red wine. Tessa's anger took hold of her entirely, she was literally boiling to a point that it became hard to contain herself. Inside she was yelling, spitting out her venom at Mats.

"Okay, tell me that this is a fucking joke?!" Tessa stood up from the sofa while she stared at Nicole with annoyance.

"Sweetie, calm down please!"

"How the fuck you want me to calm down when this fucker is here, smiling stupidly!" Tessa felt the tension rising so hard.

"Tessa, it's okay, it's your birthday, enjoy this moment please!" Amani tried to gain control of the situation while this one looked at Nicole for support.

"OMG, I can't believe it, you set me up, you set up all of this situation, Mats, the birthday, this place and everything, how could you do this to me!" Tears started to form in Tessa's eyes, not tears of sadness, but tears of rage.

"I didn't set you up darling, it was planned to have your birthday on a luxurious yacht but due to bad weather we had to find an alternative plan, and yes Mats is here because he is my friend and I thought that it was a perfect occasion for you guys to get to know each other!" Nicole shouted loudly enough.

"You know what, I never asked for all of this, I knew I should never have come here, wanna have fun, then just have fun, I'm out of this shit!" A flustered Tessa made her way out to the balcony, not even paying attention to Mats who did feel somehow bad for her.

"She's really mad Nicole, I think you should go and talk to her!" A concerned Mats said as he joined the two other girls.

"No, I have a better idea, she'll have a memorable birthday!" Amani said as she put a tiny white pill in Tessa's glass of champagne.

"Is that what I think it is?" Mats asked with a grin of satisfaction.

"Yes baby you got it, the most erotic natural drug that will make her change her mind radically!"

"Oh gosh, her wide side will take on her because believe me she is a savage!" Nicole laughed.

"Is she?" Mats frowned his eyes with curiosity.

"Oh Mats, you have no idea what you'll deal with!" Nicole winked an eye at him.

"Give me her glass, will bring it to her!" Nicole said.

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inkstainedfanfics · 7 years

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Have You Ever Seen a Heart Shatter

Request: can you write an imagine with newt scamander where the reader compares herself so much to tina??? angst angst angst please!! your writing is astounding btw ❤️❤️

Word Count: 2,156

Pairing: Newt x Reader

Part 2

Requested by Anonymous

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“Tina Goldstein, resident goddess.” You mutter as you storm through the front door and down the long staircase rife with splinters and creaky spots. Not to mention the unkind tenants that live on the third and fourth floors. Their shouts follow you down as your boots crash against the steps.

Tina this, Tina that, Tina the infallible. You skip three steps when you jump down onto the landing and yank open the front door. Tina can do no wrong, even when she’s unemployed and obsessive.

The wind slams into your side, trying to knock you off-balance. You shiver but stride forward, no real destination in mind other than to be far away from her. No one had even looked up when you shoved your chair back from the kitchen table, too busy hanging on every word of some story about capturing some man that used a spell in front of some muggle to care about you. They love Tina’s stories about her adventures.

It’s not like you’re exactly employed. You’d met Newt on a research trip years before. The chemistry between the two of you had been obvious to everyone and it hadn’t taken long for the two of you to pair up for the study. Soon enough, Newt asked you to help him observe some mooncalves under the starry sky and, after some laughing and held hands, a new relationship began. The two of you agreed to work together and alternate research trips. This trip to release Frank was one of Newt’s ideas, meaning that you’re really nothing more than a magizoologist’s assistant.

Still, it’s more fascinating than just running after people and bringing them into MACUSA, right? You meet some of the rarest beasts on your journeys. Tina does nothing but arrest people and memorize the ridiculous laws on magic that Americans put into place. Every auror has stories just as mesmerizing as Tina’s, though the others disagree. Even Newt seems to think they’re interesting enough to warrant ignoring you.

You scowl and wrap your arms around yourself as you continue forward. If Newt wants to spend all of his time with some other girl with perfect hair let him.

Newt would rather be with Tina.

Your anger seeps into the gusts of wind, and a deep grief replaces it.

You and Newt had worked with women on other cases. It’s never been a problem, and you trust Newt. You know he would never willingly cheat on you or try to fall out of love with you, but you do know that feelings can change in a heartbeat. And that is what worries you: Tina is different. She’s beautiful with those big, sad eyes and her never frizzy hair. You can’t compare with such a natural loveliness.

Then there’s her job. God, you do have to admit it’s fascinating. Aurors have some of the best stories behind their scars. Yours tend to just be about waiting too long to feed a creature or upsetting it with a bath.

A long sigh trails out of your mouth. She’s smart, too, and has a sense of humor that coaxes a smile out of Newt with every joke. You used to be the only one able to do that when Newt was having a difficult day. The weight in your chest sinks lower. He would be fine without you. All this time, you’d thought both of you needed each other. Now, with Tina in the picture, you realize it’s one-sided.

Your pants and tucked-in shirt do little to protect you from the icy wind blowing off the harbor water. You rub your arms and look around, uncertain how you ended up here. A few people stand near the docks, bags stacked at their feet, watching the ships bob up and down in the high waves. One lone boat—a passenger liner—floats toward the spectators. Grey clouds climb over one another in the sky, reaching higher and higher until you realize you can’t see their tips.

A storm. Great.

You scan the area behind you, searching for some familiar shop but find none.

The grief nestles further in your chest when you realize you’re completely and utterly lost. Little as you want to see Tina right now, you decide to apparate back to her apartment. At least there you can curl up next to Newt while he’s still yours. If you can get him away from Tina for a few moments.

The wind whistles and you swear you hear your name on it. It reminds you of the stories you used to tell your little sister at night when the shrieking wind outside left her shaking in her bed.

It’s just the ocean calling for you, Rosa. She wants you to visit again. She misses your smile.

The stories would calm her crying and leave her snoring in your arms as you stared out the window at the dancing tree branches, wondering where life would lead you.

You smile despite the situation. It’s been a while since you’ve seen Rosa. She’s a journalist, so she’s constantly busy perfecting stories or traveling to cover events, and whenever she’s free, you’re busy traveling to save an injured creature or study a rare beast. Maybe when this all ends, you can ask Newt to visit her with you. If he wants to leave New York at all.

The alley is just in front of you when the first drop of rain splatters against the bricks. You rush forward and into the slight cover it offers.

You don’t even notice the woman until her hoarse voice echoes through the alley. “Who are you?” She melts from the shadows behind you, head tilted, cigarette stub drooping from the corner of her mouth.

“I’m sorry, I must be lost. I was just looking for my friend.”

She lifts an eyebrow and drops the cigarette. “I haven’t seen anyone pass by since the storm started crawling its sorry ass over here.”

“Oh.” You stare at the ground. “I must have gotten the address wrong.”

“Maybe I could help direct you. I know the backways of this shithole city better than anyone.” She slides forward, straightening. “Of course, it comes with a price.” She stands only an inch or two taller than you, but scars mar her face and she eyes you like a wolf.

“No, that’s okay. Thank you, though.” You nod your head at her, eyes wide. “I’ll just be going.”

“Awe, come on. I’m interested to meet the friend that sent you this way.”

Your entire body trembles at her approaching stalk. “Please just let me go.”

“I’m not holding you captive, sweetie.”

The final word sends you reaching for your wand.

“Do you really want to fight?” She purrs, but she reaches for her back pocket, too.

“Leave her alone.” The quiet voice interrupts whatever else the girl had opened her mouth to say.

She breaks your stare and looks at the alley’s entrance. She smiles at your savior, but you can see her sizing up the voice’s owner. “Is this the friend? Wow, sweetie, you should have told me he’s so cute.”

Newt’s face holds nothing but pure hate as he glares at the woman. You’ve never seen him look at anyone like that. There’s always been at least a speck of Newt’s kindness hidden somewhere in the hard lines of his face when you’re in danger. This time, there’s nothing. Not even when he glances at you.

“I told you to leave her alone.”

“Another wizard, huh?” Her laugh turns into a snarl as Newt raises his wand. “I’ve seen too many of you around here. You know how many people want us kind dead? You’re going to get us caught and killed.”

“Leave her alone.” His quiet voice punctuates every word. The threat lingers in the cool air. Newt stands straight, not even flinching as a clap of thunder roars through the air around him.

The stranger glares at you but turns and dashes away without another word, disappearing into the maze of buildings further within the city.

You swallow when you face Newt. He strides forward and yanks you against his chest. You hear his rushing heartbeat for only a moment before he pushes you away and glances over you.

“Are you hurt?” The kindness still hasn’t returned.

“No.” You trip on the word, though, terror still choking you.

Despite your answer, he looks you over, taking in every old scar and cut, searching for any new ones. Once he’s positive that you weren’t injured in the confrontation, he steps back, shaking his head.

“What are you doing here?”

“I was trying to get back to Tina’s.”

“By cutting through streets you don’t know?”

His tone stings. “I was going to apparate.”

“Why did you leave without so much as a word earlier? I tried to follow you through the streets, but you were going too fast. You’re lucky I saw you just before you walked in here.”

So he was the one that called your name.

You drop his gaze. “I needed some air.”

“You should have told me where you were going.” His wand still hangs at his side, ready to be raised if any more threats appear.

“You were busy.”

“I was just speaking with Tina.”

“Exactly.” You bristle at his tone, his anger with you. He goes out all the time without you.

“What’s that mean?”

“It means what it means.”

“What is your problem?”

Your lower lip quakes. “My problem is that you’re out there traveling the city every day falling love with some other woman that isn’t me.”

The hard lines in Newt’s face soften some but not enough. “I’m not falling in love with anyone. I have work to do. You understand that.”

“You always have work to do. So do I. The difference is that I make time for you. I don’t give up and fall in love with some auror that’s funnier and more handsome than you.” Rain sneaks through the gap between the two rooftops of the buildings that form the alleyway and soaks through your shirt and shoes.

Newt frowns, frustrated. “There’s nothing between her and I. Our relationship is strictly platonic.”

“Really? Because that’s not what I heard her saying to Jacob last night. In fact, she thinks she has a shot with you, Newt. She thinks something may happen between the two of you once I’m out of the picture.”

An odd expression crosses Newt’s face, replacing the hard lines with something close to curiosity. Your heart shatters.

The wind nearly sweeps away your three whispered words. “I knew it.”

Newt focuses on your face again. “There is nothing going on between Tina and I, nor will there ever be anything. I love you. Not her.” He reaches for your hands but you pull them away.

You shake your head as the tears in your eyes streak down your already wet face. “You paused. You paused when I told you what she said.”

“Not because I’m interested in her.” He reaches for you again.

“No, Newt, don’t. Just admit you want her and not me.”

Newt runs a hand through his drenched hair, pulling apart the curls you loved oh so much, frustration returning. “Stop being ridiculous for a second and listen to me.”

“Maybe I should go.”

The two of you are soaked to the bone in rain and tired. That still doesn’t lessen the pain of Newt’s next words.

“If you don’t trust me, you may as well.”

You know the pain shows on your face, and on the way you curl inward, and on the way you turn from Newt. You know he sees it as easily as you see the instant regret painted in every plane of his face as soon as his sentence leaves his mouth. You two know each other too well to hide anything.

You know he didn’t mean what he said. That he only said it because of a rush of adrenaline and a lack of sleep, having been up all night working on his manuscript. You know that you should take those facts into account, that they should matter.

But this is it. You can feel it in your bones.

It’s time to go.

Newt notices the shift in your demeanor. “I didn’t mean that.”

“I’m sorry, Newt.”

“I promise, there’s nothing there.”

“I love you so much.” You take a step back.

“Listen to me. I’ll speak with her, okay? I’ll tell her she’s wrong. I’ll tell her I’m never leaving you. Please come back with me. I’ll make you a cup of tea, and we’ll talk about this. I’ll listen.”

“Please.” Your voice breaks. You curse your shaking hands, curse New York, curse Tina for making you walk away from the one person you never expected to leave. “Please don’t follow me.”

Without waiting for Newt’s reply, you apparate, leaving Newt’s shout behind.

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