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jellyfishsthings · 11 months

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Ok, first of all, I would like to apologise for not posting something for almost a month, bit it was exam season so... and I know I let you my fans down *que laughing bcuz it's not true*. Secondly, I would like to say that this is a bit different, it's not smut but I think it is quite funny and represents my character a little bit... also mean!Remus cuz he rules... so enjoy ig!!!

Part 2 , Part 3

I woke up, gasping for air, sweat making my shirt cling to my body like a second skin. I must look downright crazy, with flushed cheeks, hair a wild mess, and rubbing my thighs together without a stop. My mind drifted back to the dream that caused the state of my reaction.

His hands were roaming my body like I was the only thing he had ever wanted. And finally gripping my hips and making them move backwards until they hit his, and he was balls deep inside of me. Again. And again. And again.

The dream itself wasn't the problem. Sure, a sex dream wasn't that bad, and she had several over the years, but what she moaned and who was supposedly giving her all that pleasure was. Remus.

How? How had this happened to her? Not him. Not the one boy she never got along with. Not the one person who drove her up against the wall. Not the one that-

No, it actually made perfect sense. He was the only one who made her feel something. Sure, said "something" was regularly negative feelings. Like irritation, deep-rooted hate. But it certainly was more than anyone has ever made her feel. She looked at her alarm clock. And… great, only fifteen more minutes before it was time to get ready for breakfast. How was she supposed to pull herself together after that? It was going to be a long day.

She dressed in her uniform, only leaving her blue-silver striped tie, loosely knotted around her neck, her top two buttons open, exposing her collarbones. Her trousers, replacing the usual skirt, hugged her waist and hips nicely. Thank God, if there is one, but she had single-handedly managed to convince the professors in the monthly Perfects meeting, that the female population of this school, formal and fancy vocabulary had definitely been a strong part of her remarks, should be allowed to wear trousers whenever they wanted and felt like it.

She walked towards the Ravenclaw table and quickly filled her plate with pancakes doused in chocolate because well… who doesn't love chocolate? Her eyes roamed the blurry Dining Hall. Man, she really should start using her wire-framed glasses, the ones that were an identical pair to his. They had bought them so as to match when they were still friends. Before he ruined everything.

There he was. The beautiful, arrogant blurry bastard. She would recognise his curly hair and mischievous dark green eyes paired with his scarred face glory. Damn him and his annoying good looks. And when the hell did her eyesight get that bad? Maybe it was the sleep deprivation, which was again his fault. She could proudly say, though, that she was still squinting and glaring at the world as she always did. And everything was right. Until…

"My God, you are so tight. And so perfectly marked up. Everyone should know who you belong to, don't you think?" He said as his hand travelled upwards, one of her thighs. Moving easily as all her previous orgasms slid down her legs. All courtesy of his mouth, of course. "I love seeing you like this. I never thought that fucking your brains out until you are senseless would be such an easy way to shut you up."

… she remembered that and choked on her treacherous hot chocolate.

"Well, well, the she-devil just choked on her hot chocolate? Is it because your body detests anything sweet? " his voice called out. That deep, still slightly raspy and sleepy voice that made his Welsh accent stand out more prominently. She hated that voice, she thought, yet her body betrayed her and shivered, as if it was somehow remembering all that fantastic, imaginary, things it supposedly whispered in her skin.

Oohs and aahs echoed in the room, accompanied by chuckles and whispers, praising his "sick burn."

"You know what, Lupin? I always thought you were a pretentious piece of shit, but I never thought you were so self-centered to actually call yourself indirectly sweet. Is it one of those days of the month where you need a little confidence boost?", I called back as I finished eating and stood up from my seat.

A fuming Remus was the last thing I saw as I exited the room. Now, every member of the school faculty was laughing because of my comeback.

Lost in thought I walked towards the Ravenclaw Tower, and then felt an arm grasping my wrist and pining me into the wall, despite driving my elbow into said attacker in his nose, stomach (were those abs? Who was she kidding of course her attacker would have abs) and well … dick. But they didn't react at all as if those blows, who should have winded the air out of someone. Except- right lycanthropy super strength bullshit.

"You think that was funny?" He said in a deathly quiet tone, as if he wanted to murder me on the spot… or fuck me against the wall? Okay, now she was just self projecting.

"I think it was hilarious."

"Sometime you are going to learn to respect me, foxy?"

"Sure, when Hell freezes over."

"You know, you remind me of those foxes and black cats. They consider themselves so smart and mean, yet they are unaware of the danger they will face because of it. "

"And you are the danger? Climb off your high horse Lupin." I whisper in his face. Our lips only mere centimeters apart.

words: 900 (should I continue this?)

#remus lupin #remus lupin x fem!reader #remus lupin x reader #remus x reader #remus x you #remus lupin smut #mean!remus

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aroaceconfessions · 2 years

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I'm just gonna rant a little bit if it's okay. I'm very frustrated with the lack of representation and therefore knowledge abt aromanticism. I know that it's also not easy to make something common knowledge if it's such a broad spectrum, but still. I can count the people who take my aromanticism seriously on one hand, even though I've explained it to probably around 15 people. Most people I explain it to, just dismiss it as soon as they know that I still want a relationship or that I had relationships in the past. Like why is it so difficult for people to not have everything black and white. Is it so difficult to understand that I just want a relationship that's not romantic? I'm so frustrated bcuz of this whole system. Bcuz of this shitty system, I was in a romantic relationship for almost a year, and no matter how much I enjoyed it and loved my partner, I always felt the need to "prove" my romantic love for her bcuz she was still stuck in this system of "romantic and platonic love are two completely different things and romantic love is so much stronger than platonic love". And so I was always scared to talk abt my aromanticism during our relationship, bcuz I knew that she would get insecure if I actually feel the same way she does. And I didn't want her to feel that way.

Or another annoying thing, people who just don't listen and put me and my feelings in a box. Like, I used to identify as demiromantic because I felt like that described me the best. And I told that to one of my friends, and he just immediately said "isn't that just normal?". Or when I explain to people what kind of relationship I want, and they just say "why don't you just have a normal romantic relationship then? It's much easier and not that different from what you want. And you and your partner can still decide everything yourself, no one forces you to do anything"

Everything is so confusing for me, because I think almost all of my feelings could still pass as romantic and stuff, but I really don't experience it the same way as allo people do, and I don't feel like the term romantic fits them. But allo people always just tell me that I'm being complicated and annoying, and that I should just accept the terms they made and live with it.

I hope this made some kind of sense, I'm tired and sleep deprived and English is not my first language, so I'm sorry if it's just a confusing mess.

I hope every aspec person has a wonderful day, you deserve it

#aro #aromantic #aspec #arospec #aphobia #invalidation #amatonormativity #dating #relationships

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couldibeanymorechaotic · 3 years

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now that I am awake and not sleep deprived and/or tired,

THANK YOU EVERYONE FOR 50 (+4) FOLLOWERS

I would like to thank everyone who I’ve liked, reblogged or interacted to/from.

All of you help tumblr become an amazing place and all of you are awesome individuals!

I have no clue why y’all put up with my craziness, but I’m glad you all do!

Thank you for being you, and thank you for getting me to 50 followers!

I started tumblr on April 13, 2021 due to an a03 post, but I’m very glad I did.

Doing so, I made loads of new friends and made a couple enemies to (mwhahahah).

So the point of this post was just to say thank you.

So Thank You

I’ve been thinking about combining my birthday ask weekend and this 50 follower ask week thing together but I think I’ll get into more of it later, as I have to do chores and stuff now.

but again thank you to all my followers and mutuals bcuz I couldn’t have done it without you all.

the other post linked here bcuz I am too lazy to tag all my mutuals and followers:

https://hufflepuffneville2.tumblr.com/post/654934731075551232/i-love-you

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harringtown · 5 years

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my heart softens to your name

this is my first robin fic so pls be kind bcuz im fragile and overly sensitive about characterization and also am sleep deprived but i hope you like it! hmu with those requests!

requested by anonymous

Robin Buckley AU in which the reader comes out and robin is pleasantly surprised to find out her crush is gay

Robin was cross-legged on the table in the employee lounge, working her way through a bag of Doritos when you came in, flustered and frustrated, plopping into one of the rickety chairs.

“You know,” you started, leaning back and propping your feet up on the table, a few inches from Robin’s knee, “the least those boys who fuck around for an hour flirting could do is actually rent a movie.”

Robin grinned. While she had no problem shutting down any boy who came in solely to flirt, you were particularly talented at manipulating them into renting more movies than they’d come in for. Usually.

“He didn’t take the bait?”

“Nope,” you said, popping the P, “he just kept on pointing at movies, being like, ‘how about this one?’ And if I said it was good, he tried to invite me over. This is my job, I’m getting paid to sell movies, not flirt with assholes.”

“Boys are relentless. And stupid. But mostly relentless,” she said. You let out a huff, crossing your arms against your chest.

“I fucking hate this ‘the customer is always right’ thing.”

“How’d you shake him?” She asked, holding out the chip bag. You took a handful gratefully, tossing a chip into your mouth.

“Told him I was gay,” you said, nonchalantly, “Shut him right up.”

Robin choked on the chip in her mouth, hands flying up to cover her coughs as she forced the flake down her throat. Your brows furrowed and you pushed the chair further into the table, leaning on your forearms.

“You okay? I don’t know the Heimlich, so if you’re not okay, you’re fucked,” you said. She coughed again and you cursed, jumping up from the chair and moving for the small fridge, pulling out a water bottle and handing it to her. Robin took a long swig before setting the bottle down, finally able to breathe again. You’d sat down beside her on the table, a hand moving to her lower back, features dotted with concern.

The touch sent flutters down Robin’s spine, and it took everything in her not to lean further into you.

“You good?” You asked. She nodded, tucking her hair behind her ears.

“Are you?” She asked.

“Am I okay? Yeah-”

“No, are you gay?”

It wasn’t a word Robin used often, not out loud. It spent its time hiding and cowering and hoping for the day it wouldn’t have to. But you’d said it, and she’d said it, and it didn’t feel bad. It felt….freeing.

Your ears turned pink and you slid off the table, a wall slamming down between you and her. Your brain rolled through all the touches and looks and kindness that would be turned into something dark and dangerous solely because the world didn’t understand it. It was why you were only out to close friends - not even family. Hawkins, Indiana wasn’t exactly the most accepting of anyone different.

“Oh. Yeah, I am. I’m sorry, I didn’t-”

“I am, too.”

You stopped, mouth hanging open like a fish.

“You’re…”

“I’m gay.”

You dropped back into your chair, brows furrowed,

“What?” Robin asked.

“You couldn’t have, like, told me sooner?”

“You’re the one who just came out to me!”

“Yeah, well, I’ve been into you for three years, and if I’d have known, I’d have asked you out, and we could have…skipped all this.”

“By this, you mean you having to flirt with guys to sell movies?” She asked, brows arching and lips quirking up. Despite her tone, her cheeks were pink, and her fingers trembled, indicating she was just as nervous as you. You crinkled your nose in an attempt to suppress your smile, but it failed, and then you were beaming at her like an actual idiot.

“Exactly.”

“Sorry for the inconvenience,” she teased.

“Apology accepted. On one condition.”

“A condition? You’re kidding.”

“Absolutely serious,” you said, heart beating like a kick drum.

“What is it, then?” She asked, leaning back on her palms, arching a brow in question.

“Kiss me?” It was more of a question than a condition, but that was the way it should be. You didn’t want to put Robin anywhere she didn’t want to be, didn’t want to ever be the cause of any stress or hurt.

But instead of laughing in your face, she just smiled and sat up, pushing herself to the edge of the table, putting you at eye level.

“Only if you want to,” you said softly, the proximity making the quiet seem necessary. Robin’s eyes brightened. She said, “I really, really want to,” and then she was kissing you.

Harried and fevered at first, all frantic touches brought on by years of starving, but soon enough it softened. You both seemed to realize you had time, that this wasn’t some fleeting thing, that you could learn your way around each other rather than desperately trying to memorize a photo you’d never see again.

You wound your arms around her neck, angling your chin up, lips parting against hers. Robin pulled you closer, fingers climbing up your arms to tangle in your hair, tugging ever so gently. You leaned closer, losing your balance and half falling into her in the process, but Robin only laughed against your mouth and kept kissing you. And kept kissing you. And kept kissing you.

You really hoped she kept doing it forever.

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#will i ever stop with the long lyricy ass titles???#no i will not theyre beautiful #brooke writes fic #robin buckley #robin buckley x reader #robin buckley x you #robin buckley x y/n #robin buckley fic #robin buckley au #stranger things

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ohalemalia · 5 years

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All Alone - Teen Wolf Imagine

Pairing: Theo Raeken x Sister! Reader, Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall Warnings: ANGST, mild violence, language, loneliness, not edited lmao A\N: reuqested by @cokecola4211 Word Count: 1298 Summary: TW imagine the reader is Theo younger sister who is a banshee and she gets sad and depressed bcuz of Theo being sent to Hell and everything in between and the pack not trusting her and stuff and Stiles and Scott talks about her mainly Stiles bcuz of his hatred he has for Theo and she confronts them both and explains to them about everything and lets her anger out on them and almost breaks down and cry bcuz she has no one now and no one else cares for her or loves anymore and she hates Scott.

TW imagine the reader is Theo younger sister who is a banshee and she gets sad and depressed bcuz of Theo being sent to Hell and everything in between and the pack not trusting her and stuff and Stiles and Scott talks about her mainly Stiles bcuz of his hatred he has for Theo and she confronts them both and explains to them about everything and lets her anger out on them and almost breaks down and cry bcuz she has no one now and no one else cares for her or loves anymore and she hates Scott. -- The halls seemed longer and darker now that Theo wasn't around. Y/N held her books to her chest, trying to avoid the stares of every one around her. Not everyone knew what had happened to Theo, not the truth at least. Everyone just thought he went missing, leaving his little sister all alone in a town that didn't favor either of them. No one knew that he had literally been dragged down to hell, while Y/N watched helplessly. No one knew that she could still hear his screams for help in her head. No one knew that there was multiple people screaming for help in her head at all times. No one except Scott McCall and his pack, who wanted nothing to do with her. Her body felt as heavy as lead she dragged her body to her locker. Her eyes burned with sleep deprivation and the whispers danced around her head and bounced around her skull. Help me, help me. Can you hear me? Let me out, please let me out. Y/N shut her eyes tightly together, forcing back the tears of frustration. "Please, leave me alone." She whispered back to them, "Please, go away." Y/N. One familiar voice echoed around them all. Y/N opened her eyes. "Theo," She murmured. Yeah, it's me. Just focus on me. Push them back. "I'm trying," She grit her teeth, "I'm trying but it's hard." You can do it, Theo encouraged her, You've been doing it for so long now, I know you can. "But you were always here," Y/N stressed, "I miss you, Theo." Theo was quiet for a while, Y/N panicked, thinking she had lost the connection with him. "Theo?" I miss you too, Y/N. "Please come back," Y/N leaned her head inside her locker, partially to comfort herself by hiding from the outside world and also because she didn't want people to think she was even stranger for talking to herself. I would if I could, Theo told her sadly, Trust me, it's not any better down here. Though her head was inside her locker, she could he could feel eyes on her. She peeked her head out to see Scott and Stiles abruptly look away from her. "Everyone hates me here," Y/N said, "I don't have anyone here, Theo. I'm all alone." Yeah, me too, Y/N. Me too. "Is it possible for her to be any more creepy even without Theo here, whispering in her ear?" Stiles' made a face as he opened his locker, "I mean, he practically just floats down the halls with her face covered and muttering to herself, like a ghost or something." "I mean, she did watch her brother get dragged to Hell," Scott tried to reason, "Whether we like him or not, he was all she had. The rest of their pack is dead." "Yeah, well, evil doesn't get fairy tale happy endings," Stiles shut his locker, "It not our fault that Theo got what was coming to him." Y/N could feel her body vibrating with rage, her fists clenched, her nails digging into her palms. What is it, Y/N? "I can't take this anymore," Y/N shut her locker and marched over to the two boys, ignoring Theo's calls for her to stop. When they saw her marching towards them, Scott and Stiles' eyes went wide. They turned their bodies to face the confrontation head on. "Can you two just leave me the hell alone?!" She demanded, loud enough for everyone around them to take notice of the scene. Scott and Stiles looked at each other and then back to Y/N. "Y/N," Scott started, "We haven't done anything to you." "You haven't done anything? Are you serious?" Y/N laughed bitterly, "Let's see, my brother is gone because you. All my friends, my pack, is gone because of you. All my brother ever wanted to do was be in your pack and you decided he wasn't good enough." "Is that what he told you?" Stiles stepped forward, his eyes narrowed. Scott pulled on the sleeve of his flannel, but Stiles didn't back down. "Your brother wasn't some innocent outcast who just wanted friends and you of all people should know that. Your brother manipulated and killed people, Y/N. He probably would've done the same to you eventually, like he did to your other sister. Or did he not tell you that?" Rage boiled over and she charged forward with a screech. She shoved Stiles against the locker, his body hitting the metal with a loud clang. He put his arms up to protect himself, but Y/N grabbed a hold of his shirt, getting close in his face. Scott didn't let it get too far, as soon as her fingers even touched Stiles' shirt, he was on her, pulling her back and pushing her away from them. Y/N stumbled back, her eyes burning with fury, standing her ground. "Who the hell do you think you are, huh?! What makes you think you know everything?! My brother loved me, which is more than I can say about anyone else in this sorry town. He was all I had! He tried to help you, all of you, and then, when he needed you, when he begged for you to help, Scott, what did you do?" "Raeken!" A teacher called from down the hall, making his way over to them. The crowd of gawking students parted, allowing him to maneuver down the hallway. "Nothing." Y/N's fury died down, she stood back, her jaw slack, her eyes somewhere far away, "You did nothing. You let the one person that mattered to me be taken away. And you didn't even care. He's gone. I can't get him back. You all have each other. You have your parents. I have no one. Everyone I love is gone." Y/N could feel her face getting hot, her ears were ringing and she knew she was about to start crying. She saw Scott's eyes soften with pity, but she didn't want his pity. She wanted her brother. Scott reached forward, to offer a comforting hand, but she jerked her arm away. "Don't--" Y/N held her arms up high away from him, "Don't pretend to care now, Scott. You stay away from me. All of you. I hate you." "Alright, Raeken, let's go, you're heading down to the office," The teacher grabbed her arm, gently pulling her down the hall. Y/N staggered down the hall a few feet, her eyes burning holes into Scott and Stiles. "You'll be sorry," She promised, "One day, you'll feel exactly how I feel." The boys exchanged looks as she was dragged down the hall. Once Y/N was out of sight, some of the gawking students turned to look at them, others decided to go about their business. "Well," Stiles started, "I don't like the sound of that. That worries me." Scott sighed and shook his head, "Then you're going to hate the way it looks." Scott looked at Stiles, "Come on." The two boys headed down the hall, looking over their shoulders just in case.

#teen wolf imagine #imagines #tw imagine #teen wolf #fandom imagines #imagine teen wolf #theo imagine #theo raeken x reader #theo raeken imagines #Scott McCall #scott mccall imagines #stiles stilinski #stiles stilinski imagines

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the-dark-is-my-home · 7 years

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When you get this, respond with 5 things that make you happy!! Then pass this to the first 10 people on your notifications. 💜💜💜

OMG THANKS FOR SENDING ME THIS okay so first of all, no.1 is you because you make me happy 💜💜2) FOOD i swear give me what i want and i will be happy for a long time3) SLEEP!! ive been so sleep deprived the past few days i need like a year to catch up on rest4) my kpop fandoms/groups bcuz duh5) my friends and mutuals just because, i mean do i need to explain myself thAT I LOVE YOU ALL

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nezushion · 7 years

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i think this will be the only casual positivity ask thing im doing because i guess youre used to me dumping a shitton of asks in your inbox but anyway HI FRIEND, adoptive mom,, nez,,, nežžžžžžžžžžžžžžž and also probably my favourite human being to walk the earth,, you are??? amazing im love you so much you sleep deprived gay and i trust you with my life,,, and I would lay down mine for u bcuz youre the bestest and tumblr just started counting down my characters,, its time to end this, UR BESTEST

hwoa holy fuck thats. me!!!! half of these fucking, accusations are false. if you lay down your fucking life for me ill kill you? BUT ANYWAY i love you too youre? my fucking fav soft grunge boy, the only boy i trust

also im laughing bc as soon as the countdown started i bet your gay ass was like “oh goodie” :////

#mitch #answered #luv u bitch #i mean mithc :///

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beastsandfantasticthings · 7 years

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“Little Did I Know”

HELLO I AM BACK!!!

After a long *long* hiatus, I have finally recollected my inspiration and I am back in time to celebrate our favorite *Academy Award Winning* movie with my man Mr. Scamander!

AU: Hogwarts (bcuz I’m trash for a school AU)

Word Count: 1333 (sorry kiddos I had a lot to write)

Warnings: So sweet you might get diabetes (also contains a timeline jump)

Without fuuuuurther ado!

You stuffed your potions paperwork back into your briefcase, brushing your bangs out of your eyes and recollecting your thoughts. There was no clock in the Hufflepuff common room, but you didn’t need one to know it was late. Much later than a third year like yourself should be staying up. Yet here you were. And you know what could make you feel a hell of a lot better now? That fluffy brown hair. Those freckles and that wide goofy grin. You could listen to that boy all day. You could...

No, you willed your thoughts to halt, and clapped your hands down on the desk.

“No…” you swiftly pulled out the next set of paperwork, banishing any thoughts that weren’t related to polyjuice potions and proper cauldron cleaning.

You would often get on Newt for forgetting to clean his cauldron. He, of course, would assure you there was nothing to be worried about.

And it would blow up in his face every time. Quite literally.

You smiled fondly.

“Sporting a grin I see, may I ask why?” you hear that all too familiar voice call.

“Newt” you yelp in surprise, the papers you were holding were suddenly airborne.

“That’s me. May I ask, what are you still doing awake?” his puppy dog eyes squinted in concern. “It’s well past midnight”

“Is it? Why I haven’t even finished studying! This is all your fault anyway, for keeping me up with those fascinating drawings of yours” You giggled in an attempt to wipe the worry off his face, but somehow your hysteria seemed to frighten him even more.

What? It’s not like you were drun-

“(Y/N) we have a big potions test tomorrow, the time for cramming has come and past.”

“You see Mister Scamander, there will always be a time for cramming” His smile widened, causing your’s too as well. Damn, this boy’s charisma was infectious.

“While I find our debates quite amusing, I’m afraid your well being must come first. Now go to sleep” He began to bend over and pick the discarded potions papers off the floor, most of which were either blank or covered in red marks. He studied one of your papers closely, eyebrows furrowed and nose scrunched. You couldn’t help but stare at how his eyes always maintained its light, even at God-knows-when at night.

“Why have you never asked me for help? (Y/N), we’re in this class together, how did I not know you were struggling?” Your attention was suddenly turned to the crisp paper in his hands, dread filling every crevice in your body.

“Oh my God I’m going to fail…” the realization dawned on you.

“Oh my God oh my God I’m going to stay at Hogwarts ‘till I’m thirty” you gathered your hair in your fists, staring off into nowhere in particular. “Newt I’m going to throw myself off the Astronomy tower.”

He suddenly rushed over to you, sensing your panic, and wrapped his warm hands around your wrists, trying to whisper any words of comfort. But you refused to meet his gaze.

“No, (Y/N), you’re not going to fail. It’s only one exam, you’re going to be fine. We are going to graduate and travel the world together. You, me, and who knows what else?! Maybe we’ll find a Niffler, how cool would that be? (Y/N) Look at me” You smile fondly at your best friend’s words, and turned your head in his direction easily.

“Maybe tomorrow won’t go so brilliantly, but I promise you will get a perfect score on the next exam. We will study for hours, just you and me, how does that sound? All you need is rest. Can you do that for me?” Your eyes wander down to Newt’s hands, still entrapping your wrists in the gentlest of grips.

“You always know what to say, Newt”

“I’ll take that as a yes. Now, I would carry you to your bed but I’m afraid that involves trespassing to places with cooties.” You let out a soft ‘pffft’ and ruffle his curly hair, making his freckled cheeks blush in embarrassment.

“Alright alright, only if you get to sleep too. That reminds me...why were you up Mr. Scamander at such an ungodly hour?” He pauses.

“I was...thinking” he admits, tilting his head to the side like a dog.

“About what?”

“About things. The future, our future, really.” Your sleep deprived mind was suddenly picked with curiosity.

“Our future? Tell me Newt, what lies in our future?” There was that grin again, and he ducked his head to hide his teeth.

“All the places we would visit. I was thinking we could start with Japan. I heard Occamies are native to the land, but I doubt we’d be able to find any.”

“Nonsense” you replied, your mind in a bit of a haze.

“I bet we’ll find a whole family with your luck! I can’t wait.”

“Yes, all of that is waiting for us if you go to sleep and not fail third year potions.” He then leaned down and pressed a kiss against your forehead, making your entire face heat up.

“You’re an asshole” you tease, attempting to swipe at him, but he was already up and out of the way.

“Goodnight (Y/N)” he called once again before disappearing up the staircase, leaving you with nothing but a dreamy feeling and a blush as red as a lobster.

You did end up lugging yourself to your bed half an hour later, instantly falling asleep as your head hit the pillow.

And you dreamed…

And you dreamed about Japan.

And you dreamed about Newt.

-Four Years Later-

“Newt! Come on we’re going to miss the train!” You called to your boyfriend as he scurried down the platform, his ridiculous blue coat and Hufflepuff scarf flapping in the wind.

“I’m coming! I’m coming don’t leave without me!” He finally caught up to you and the luggage, sweat visibly forming under his curly brown bangs.

You couldn’t help the smile widening across your face.

“And he crosses the finish line with two minutes to spare!” you exclaim, lifting his arm in the air in a display of victory.

“Stop that, people are looking” he blushed as he pulled his arm back down, looking around at the many pairs of eyes resting on the two of you.

“Oh that’s probably because of your ridiculous blue coat. I begged you not to buy that, you’re going to stick out of Japan like a sore thumb” you thumb the sleeve of his new woolen garb. He then proceeded to pout and rub his arm self consciously.

“I thought it looked dashing”

You reach for his shoulders and raise yourself onto your toes, planting a small kiss on his cheek.

“Of course you look dashing, I was only teasing. Besides, you’ll match the Occamies”

He scoffed, averting his eyes from you to the newly arrived train, a blush forming around his freckles.

“I doubt we’ll find any.”

“Nonsense, I bet we’ll even find an entire family with your luck!” His eyes suddenly brightened with a sense of recognition.

“Well that sounds familiar. Didn’t you say that to me four years ago when you were cramming like mad for a portions test?” You nod, blushing like an idiot.

Oh, you remember that night.

“Yes, I recall you gave me a kiss that night and gushed about our future.”

“Something like that…” he trailed off, staring off into the distance like he was remembering something. Your placed your hand under his chin, tilting his face down to meet your gaze, and you smiled so wide your eyes crinkled at the sides.

“I remember you said we would go to Japan together. Little did you know ‘together’ meant more that you thought”

“Little did I know…” he repeated, his eyes filled with something you couldn’t describe with anything but love.

“Now come on love, we have a train to catch”

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