What’s a One-Sided Friendship Called?
Request: “Hello! Your writing is so beautiful! I was wondering if you could do a newt x reader to the song "Save Myself” by Ed Sheeran where the reader has always been there for newt, comforting him and one day she’s had enough of him swooning over Leta and Tina?“
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You fiddle with your quill, trying to remember what word you’re thinking of and only half listening to Newt’s swooning.
“She doesn’t fear them. Not one. She asks me about them.”
“That’s nice, Newt.” You mumble, still focused on your essay.
He laughs to himself. “Even after her hair caught fire once.”
“Mmm.” It’s on the tip of your tongue. You close your eyes and try to picture it.
“Are you listening?” Newt asks, hand drifting to tug on your sleeve.
The word disappears. You let out a long sigh, opening your eyes to look at Newt. His hair hangs in his face, messy from a day of field work. Dirt streaks over the freckles on his left cheek, and an inch-long cut runs along his jawline. Still, his eyes are bright and animated, waiting for you to respond.
Looks like you won’t be finishing your essay tonight after all.
You lean back against the couch in your common room. “Of course. You were talking about how Leta’s the best person you’ve ever known and you would do anything for her because no one else could ever compare.”
Newt winces. “Is something wrong?”
“No, Newt. By all means, continue swooning.”
“I’m not swooning.”
“All you do is swoon, Scamander.” You say as you lean your head back to rest your eyes.
“I have other cares.”
“It’s creatures and Leta. I don’t even fit into that mix anymore.” The words are bitter and twist your mouth into a frown as they come out, but they’re true. Newt talks about his creatures or talks about Leta with you. You can’t recall the last time he asked how your day went or what you were working on. Still, he’s your best friend and when you open your eyes to glance at Newt, regret fills you. He’s staring at his hands, voice quiet when he responds.