i know you are jealous tina

Dating Newt Scamander would include:

- Meeting at school, and becoming friends and spending all your time in library researching creatures. 

- Newt reading to you when you can’t sleep

- helping him with his book about creatures

- him calling you things like: love, darling, sweetheart & treasure 



- fighting over which Hogwarts house is better

- Niffler preferring you over Newt

- “you’re just jealous he likes me better” 

- “am not!” 

- “are too!” 

- teaching him how to cook

- helping him with Credence

- being jealous of Tina and him

- “you know I love you” 

- cuddling all the time




- “how did I get so lucky to have you?”

- dancing around in the kitchen when cooking

- jawline kisses

- holding hands in public 

- protecting each other no matter what

- “we’re in this together” 

- “its always gonna be me & you” 

This Isn’t My Home, Anymore

Newt Scamander x Reader, ft. Tina

Author: Lil Lambie

Words: 1565

Warnings: Jealousy, kissing, angst, implied smut

Request: (Anon) newt x reader where you’re jealous of tina ??? pls make it angsty !!! and maybe reader is newt’s close friend who travels with him to america and she doesnt know why newt is so into the woman who turned him in and !?!?!??!?!!?

A/N: Done with all my Newt requests for now! I loved writing all of these and I like this angsty Newt. Let me know what you guys think! Love ya!

“Newt!” you picked up your suitcase, almost an identical to Newt’s. You pushed through the crowd and threw your arms around him. He hesitated for a moment then embraced you, pulling away to greet you with a kiss on the cheek.

“(Y/N), how was London?”

“It was great.” you said, as Newt grabbed your bag from you, using his free hand to wrap around your shoulders. You smiled at him. “Yeah, I really missed my family. It was great catching up with them. My brother is going into the major of Muggle Studies. My sister is going into Dragons. They are all growing up so fast. I just wish they would come and live at Ilvermorny.”

Newt rubbed your shoulder. “I’m sorry.” he frowned. “But at least you are home with me.”

You smiled and kissed him.

Newt pulled away.

Before either of you could explain yourselves, a woman interrupted you.

She had short styled hair, she was slender, she fixed a black round soft hat over her hair. She ran her hands over her blue jacket, only a shade lighter than Newt’s peacock blue coat. She smiled tentatively at Newt. Her eyes and face soft when she looked at Newt. Until her eyes fell upon Newt’s arm around you.

The nameless woman looked up to your face is a tense smile. She stood up a little straighter.

“Newt,” the woman laughed, “I don’t believe I’ve met your friend here.” she smiled awkwardly.

“Oh!” Newt said, springing off you. He stood between you and the woman. The awkward adorable tilt returned. Newt began to get flustered. He licked his lip and played with a button on his coat. He looked like a frightened school child.

“Newt?” the woman laughed.

Newt smiled at her and quickly nodded. “Yes, sorry. (Y/N), this is Tina. Tina this is (Y/N).” he gestured his hands across the two of you.

Tina offered a hand. You reluctantly shook it. “Goldstein?” you asked.

Tina flinched and then nodded yes, recovering with a smile. “Why, yes? How do you know that? I don’t believe I have any relation with you or your relatives. (L/N), right?”

You winced too and repeated Tina’s motion. “Yeah, how did you know?”

“Newt talks about you all the time!”

Newt smiled between the two of you and flushed red.

“Really?” you said through gritted teeth throwing a sharp look at Newt. “Tina Goldstein? The Tina Goldstein? Why, Newt talks about you all the time! I’ve heard some very interesting things about you.”

The hostility was growing between the two of you, and Newt’s anxiety and nervous tendencies grew with it. He had fluffed his hair repeatedly and nearly pulled off a button. He fiddled with the string behind the button. He avoided your eyes.

“Oh, I hope they are all good things.” Tina smiled.

“Oh. Yeah.” you grimaced.

“Well, Newt!” Tina tapped Newt on the shoulder. He broke from his anxiety and smiled at Tina.

“Y-yes?” his voice cracked.

Tina smiled. “As much as I love standing in the train station, why don’t we go home? Your friend (Y/N), can come with us.”

“Home?” you said tensely. Your jaw growing sore. Lip throbbing as you bit down on it. You dug your nails into the palm of your hands in fists. “You two live together?”

Tina smiled at you. “Yeah, a lot happened while you were in London.”

“I can see that now.” you said sarcastically.

“Well, are you coming then?” Tina said.

You started walking with her, she didn’t take a step forward. Her eyes were fixed on Newt. He was struck between the two of you. He smiled and nodded. Tina reached for his hand.

You were officially the third wheel.


Newt dropped your suitcase on a bed in a room you did not recognize. It had been redone, the walls painted and decorated differently. Because it wasn’t your room. It never was. It was the guest room. You turned around to the master bedroom and shuddered.

You had been kicked to the street.

You clenched your teeth as you popped open your trunk and threw its contents with no care.

“Make yourself at home-I guess.” Tina laughed.

“No, why don’t you make yourself at home. Because it seems like you took mine.”

Tina stayed silent.

“(Y/N)?” Newt stepped forward, catching a cloak you threw at him. He smiled at you. You breathed out and felt the tension drip out from your fingertips. He stepped closer and whispered, “Can we talk?” he looked back at Tina and smiled. “Would you mind if we had a moment of privacy? Just to catch up?”

“No, course not. Take your time.” Tina smiled, and closed the door behind her.

You were left in the guest room with Newt.

“(Y/N), please,” Newt pleaded. “Listen to me, I can explain!”

You crossed your arms and stared at him. “I’m waiting.”

“Look, Tina and I-”

“I know! The Tina Goldstein? The one who arrested you and almost got you killed? I wanted to come home right away, but I guess I didn’t because it isn’t home anymore is it? Then you stopped writing me. No more owls came. No more packages. I thought you were lost to me.”

“I-I didn’t hear from you. I lost my path, (Y/N).”

“Lost your path?! Newt, you are sleeping with the woman who arrested you! I didn’t write you, because you didn’t seem to care anymore. Your notes were smeared with ink, they weren’t your neat notes anymore. You only write quickly when you are writing about your creatures. You always take the time to write it out perfectly. It got messier and messier Newt. I should’ve stayed in London.”

“(Y/N), no please! I’m sorry. It was all miscommunication. I couldn’t live without you so I guess I was open to a different path. I wouldn’t’ve met Tina if the beasts hadn’t escaped in New York. I wouldn’t’ve fought Grindelwald! I saved lives, (Y/N). I did it because Tina helped me. She is stubborn and she needs time to warm up to you,  but please, give her a chance.”

“You want me to be friends with your replacement girlfriend?” the first tear fell from your cheek.

“No, (Y/N), no.” his voice fell weak. He took a step to you and reached his soft warm hand to your cheek. You didn’t pull away. You clenched your jaw and bit your lip trying to keep the tears inside.

“Why, Newt? Why couldn’t you have just wrote me one more time and told me. Told me it was over.”

Newt wiped away a tear with his thumb. He smiled. His eyes glossed over now. A few tears slipping out from him too.

“(Y/N), Tina and I haven’t slept together. The most we have done is hold hands and kiss once. It was a mistake. I’ve been meaning to break it off. This room is Tina’s. We don’t sleep together. We just live together sometimes.

“We work on the hunt for Grindelwald together. Tina gave you her room, because it is yours. She knew you probably wouldn’t want to jump back into things again, once you found out about us. Tina isn’t as scary as she looks. She really is a great person. A great friend.

“(Y/N), I made a mistake, a big mistake. But, please, give me another chance. I’m yours. I’ve always been. Won’t you be mine?” he smiled. “Again?”

You shook your head and let him kiss you. You pulled away and tried to hide your smile. “I’m still mad at you.”

Newt laughed. “I know. How can I make it up to you?”

“You can shut up and make up for lost time.”

Newt smirked, his head tilted, pondering the missed pleasures. He kissed you again, soft and gentle at first. A force was pulling him away. But you were pulling him in. You grabbed his scarf and yanked him forward. Forcing him closer to you. You threw the scarf off. You laid your hands over Newt’s and lead them from your cheek to your waist. You held them there and the secret lustful Newt returned.

You fell back on the bed. Newt on top of you. He pulled away for a moment to smile at you. He kissed you again. Softening. Savoring. He kissed your forehead, then your nose, your chin, and your hands. You roughed up his hair.

You pulled back.

The tilt returned and he smiled nervously. “What?”

“Nothing. I’m just enjoying this moment.” you sat up and kissed him on the nose and then the lips and laid back down. You wrapped your arms around him and pulled him to sit on his side. Your back was to his chest, his heart steady against your back. He reached for your hand and kissed your head.

“(Y/N), I love you.”

“It’s good to be home.” you smiled, squeezing his hand and kissing him on the cheek once. You didn’t need to say the L word, because he already knew it. You had just said it. But Newt was old fashioned and a gentleman.

The least you could do was say, “I love you too.”

Jealous!Queenie would include

Originally posted by pallarel

So I was thinking about this and jealous Queenie would be really hot but really cute so here you go!

  • Queenie repeatedly whispering in your ear “Your mine”. 
  • Her kissing you from time to time in front of people who also like you to show who you belong to
  • her maybe putting a hex charm but she doesn’t allow you to know or does’t validate she does it
  • Her hugging you a bunch and putting her nose into your neck and giving you neck kisses.
  • knowing you sweet spots so in turn she’d be touching you all night, making you crazy for her
  • More dominant around men or women when she can hear their thoughts.
  • If she sees anyone flirting with you she’ll grab you hand and rudely smile at the person to show who’s yours.
  • Her getting really upset because sometimes she is really insecure about your relationship
  • Cuddling with her to make her feel better because you love her so much, you wouldn’t trade her for the world and stars. 
  • Her making pouting faces at you which means she wants you in bed NOW
  • She likes to show who is boss in bed especially when she is jealous, she likes to tease you a lot too because she is jealous.
  • She wants you to know how good she makes you feel and how nobody else can make you feel so great and feel like your on fire.
  • Trying to turn your attention to something else or full blown whining.
  • “I don’t like him” she’ll probably say that a lot

So thats all i can think of, I’m gonna take my gay self away now thanks

*I Only Love You* Newt x reader

◘ amandasinedahl asked:

HEY!❤ Could u mayve make something where the reader and newt are togetter but suddenly hes come home from new york whit tina and reader get jealous on tina becores the reader think she more beatyful and shr had a bette work and thats kind of stof but newt dont see irt and the reader grt worst and worst and it ends up that she thinks newt love her more than the reader? Thank u if you do it❤❤❤

Waving your wand around, you made sure everything was in place for Newt’s return home. He was currently in the process of writing his book about magical creatures, something he’s always been passionate about since your days at Hogwarts. 

The record player in the corner was softly playing Sidney Bechet as you added the finishing touch… lit candles and a pot of his favorite tea ready to go on the stove. 

Glancing up at the clock, you felt your heart racing as the time grew closer to his return. Fixing your hair in the mirror, you applied some lipstick and spritzed on some of Newt’s favorite perfume. 

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Sticks and Stones ~ Newt Scamander x reader

Request: i’m not sure if you’re accepting requests or not but I was wondering you could write a fix where the reader and newt are in a relationship and tina is jealous and a bit rude at first but eventually comes around when she talks it out with the reader and realizes that you and newt are perfect for each other. hopefully it makes sense xx

A/N: I just want to say that first off, I have absolutely nothing against Tina and I think that she is an incredible and wonderful character, and that she also may seem a smidge ooc, but that’s because I only had one movie to base her off of…anyways don’t hate on Tina she’s great :)

Warnings: arguing, mentions of insecurities, slight angst?, jealousy etc

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“Honey could ya give me a hand with the strudel?”

Ingredients and various kitchen utensils wavered through the air as they paired up to complete the necessary tasks to prepare a delicious dinner to be served in the Goldstein apartment. You and Newt had returned for a short visit, and as soon as you had left the boat, Queenie was excitedly bounding down the port with Jacob and Tina smiling behind her. You had only been to New York once in your life, and that time just so happened to be the one where a certain magizzoologist got himself into a bit of trouble with the law.

Now you found yourself once again in the Goldstein apartment, except it was more welcoming and less stressful as opposed to before. Jacob hurried into the kitchen to assist Queenie with the cooking as you helped Newt and Tina prepare the room and set the table. Candles became lit and utensils nestled themselves into the folded napkins. You continued walking around the nearly finished table, watching as the plates then settled neatly at each spot before bumping into Newt. With a small look of embarrassment, you glanced up at him and his proudly worn grin. He then leaned down and gently pressed a soft kiss to your already reddening cheeks.

“Better watch out love, you and I both know how clumsy you can be,” he laughed before proceeding to fill glasses with water with a wave of his wand.

You smiled before returning a kiss to his jawline, noting the slight scruffiness of his stubble, and heard a quiet yet still audible groan from Tina.

A lot had changed since that first trip to New York. When you had arrived, you and Newt were best friends and partners in crime from your early days at Hogwarts, however, shortly after you both arrived back in the docks of London, Newt confessed to having feelings towards you. You harbored the same, yet you didn’t want to destroy or impose upon the bond you two shared. A few candlelit dinners and romantic walks around the case later, it was as if the two of you had been together for years. You two hadn’t really told anyone about your relationship, so when you both walked off the boat hand in hand, a few squeals and pats on the back were expressed. However, while Jacob and Queenie were ecstatic, Tina was practically the opposite.

You could sense the bitter edge of the situation as soon as your boots scuffed upon the pavement off the ramp to the boat. Tina was smiling, but you had known that type of smile from experience. She wasn’t really happy, regardless of the hugs and smiles, but you still viewed her as a respectable and good-hearted person. This pattern continued, further raising your suspicion as she acted differently around Newt. Instead of faking her smile, it was genuine around him, and when you had exited the room to use the bathroom, she was awfully close to the awkward man that you fell in love with, touching his hands and scooting closer to him on the couch. You trusted newt to know he wouldn’t try anything, but your thoughts still echoed with a bit of insecurity.

Once the table was set and the food was finished, you each sat at the table, with your seat being directly next to Newt’s. As the five of you ate and exchanged stories, Newt’s hand would brush against yours throughout, and you often caught him with a loving gaze directed at you. Around the time in which dessert was being served, you began to tell about the time in which the two of you had discovered a nest of a Chinese Fireball before Tina replied with an uninterested and slightly critical tone.

“So you just followed him?” she questioned.

“Well, yes, I mean I was observing with him…”

“But what you’re saying is that your job was to simply follow him? As in you can’t find your own job out there.”

“No I wasn’t saying that at all, my job is to help him, and I did so that he could gather information for writing his book,” you spoke, suddenly no longer hungry for the remaining strudel on your plate, yet you still put on a smile, pretending that you didn’t feel uncomfortable.

Newt’s eyes shifted as to you, as he had noticed your discomfort and nudged you under the table before speaking, “Y/n has been a wonderful assistant with my studies, and I don’t think I could have done it without the help. Y/n’s job is as mentioned, as Y/n helps me.”

“But Newt, don’t you think that you should, I don’t know, maybe have someone in your life that actually has a job and isn’t just following you around like some lost puppy?”

You were a little taken aback at her statement, as you and Tina had gotten along well before, but now, you were confused. You sensed her hint of jealousy as she had shown some interest in Newt before, but you didn’t think she would make such a deal of it, especially during dinner.

You gathered some courage before breaking your silence, “I’m not following him like a lost puppy.”

“Right, and I’m guessing that you don’t expect him to pay for and care for everything you do am I correct?”

“I don’t, Tina.”

Queenie butted in briefly before Tina cut her off, “Teenie, I don’t think you shoul-,”

“Newt you need someone who can actually handle reality, not someone who just expects everything to be magically taken care of,” Tina paused before looking at you again, “Someone who isn’t so invested in themselves.”

“Y/n is not any-,” Newt tried to interject.

“Take a good look Newt, I mean are you sure that Y/n isn’t just using you for the money that’s going to come from dating a bestselling author? Are you sure that she even loves you?”

You felt your heart sink and crack in your chest, and you turned away from Tina’s words. They were rude and untrue, as you loved Newt for who he was inside and out, and you didn’t care if he made any money from his book. Queenie’s broken expression matched up with Jacob, who had nearly let his glass slip from his hands as a chilling silence stormed over the table. The candles flickered dimly now and Newt tried to speak to Tina before she left the table in a frantic hurry back to her room.

Newt stared at you and held your hand in his own before muttering apologies. He knew how some people’s words could hurt others, and he didn’t need to be a genius to know that you were hurt beneath the surface, he knew you better than that.

“Y/n you’re not any of those things dear. You’re incredible and amazing and hard-working and-,”

“It’s okay,” you cut him off with a quick kiss, which he melted into before you pulled away. Queenie then broke the tension once more as Jacob began to clean up some of the discarded dishes.

“Sweetheart,” she said, sadness evident on her lips, “Tina is just…she didn’t mean those things, not really. She’s just hurting…”

You glanced at Queenie, a small tear forming and preparing to fall. You were strong, but words could still break more than bones. You wanted to be upset at Tina and the situation, but you had seen the look in her eyes before she exited the last time you were here. Only, the look was in your own eyes as you sat in the bathroom and stared at the mirror, observing how well you thought Tina was for Newt. Of course, that wasn’t the case, but you figured that Tina’s temper and words were not that of being snide, but rather of slight jealousy and heartbreak. Perhaps the way that you and Newt had acted with one another had set her off, and neither of you meant it to hurt her in any way. Tina was jealous that you had what she couldn’t, and her heartbreak was being hidden under her usually collected exterior.

“I understand Queenie, no real harm done. I’ll be okay,” you said as you squeezed Newt’s hand before getting up from your own chair. Newt gave you a look of confusion as you began to retrace Tina’s pathway to her room, but you pressed a loving kiss to his curly locks, explaining that you were going to talk to her. Queenie reminded you to be gentle before calling Newt to join her and Jacob in the kitchen.

You approached Tina’s door quietly before knocking a few times upon the grainy surface. A murmur of what sounded like, ‘Go away Queenie’ came from behind the door before it swung open, revealing Tina equipped with pink cheeks and tear tracks staining her appearance.

“Tina I…” you started before the door began to close once more. Reaching out, you held it, “I just want to talk to you, please Tina, just for a minute or two.”

Tina hesitated yet complied, expecting you to scream at her and return the same bitterness that she had with you. However, she was surprised when you sat next to her on her bed without an insult slipping from your mouth.

“Look, Y/n I’m so sorry I don’t know…”

“Tina it’s alright.”

She looked up at you and her jealousy plagued expression was replaced with a more regretful and saddened one. More tears began to pool out of her eyes as you handed her a handkerchief.

“Do you want to talk about it?” you asked, not wanting to overstep you boundaries, but Tina began to speak with a small sniffle.

“I-I was…I was jealous. Looking back I know I was horrible to you and I’m s-so sorry Y/n, I really truly am.”

You could feel the honesty in-between her tears, and you simply listened. She was a strong woman, but even the strongest people fall and break from time to time.

She began again, “When I saw you and Newt holding hands off the boat and kissing before dinner I just felt, I felt…”


“Yes…I just thought that maybe I had a chance with Newt. He seemed nice enough and passionate and intelligent, and I thought maybe I would talk to him alone when the two of you returned but I see that I was wrong now. He has your heart and you have his. I didn’t want to believe it, but you two really are perfect for one another. I can see it in the way he looks at you, when his eyes sparkle or when his smile gets wider around you. You’re smart and kind, and I know you really do love him. It was so, so wrong of me to say such nonsense. You’re beautiful and caring, and you love him for who he is, not for the money in his pocket. I was out of line for saying all of that, especially during such a nice dinner. I guess I just became angry and jealous that my chance at a love or happiness with someone like that was gone. I just wanted what you had…”

Her tears began to increase and you gave a small sigh. She was hurt, both in terms of her heart and her self-esteem. You knew she felt horrible for what she did, and instead of saying ‘I told you so,’ you sat closer to her as she dabbed the cloth at her eyes. Her tough and calm exterior was beginning to melt away like snow in the spring.

“Tina, you’re an incredible woman, and just because Newt and I are together doesn’t mean that there isn’t someone out there for you. You’re smart, talented, gorgeous, and I’m sure that there are many men out there who are dying to find a woman like you. You will find love someday, I promise you that Tina.”

Tina had started to calm down more after a while as she looked at you with glossy eyes, “How can you be so nice to me when I was horrible to you?” she questioned.

“Let’s just put it behind us alright? Neither of us deserves to spend our night hidden away and upset.”

You stood up and lent a hand to pull Tina up from the bed. You expected her do release it and exit behind you silently, but instead, she pulled you into a warm and sister-like hug.

“You truly are perfect for him Y/n, I’m so sorry I was too idiotic to see that,” she said as she let go to be met with your smile.

“You aren’t idiotic Tina, anyone can see that. Now come on, I think your sister is probably reading our thoughts outside the door,” you joked, earning you a laugh from Tina.

You forgave her, and she was no longer cross with you, and you both still had a long night with friends ahead. You both exited the doorway of the bedroom and Queenie immediately pulled Tina into a hug and sat her down for tea (your suspicions were right of course, as she was a legillimens, of course she heard everything). You smiled to yourself and crossed your arms, feeling the previous tension in the air being replaced by Jacobs’s laughter and clinks of mugs on plates.

You paused in the hallway and turned to see your curly headed boyfriend, who was now opening his arms to invite you for a hug. You gladly accepted and took in his minty and earthy scent from his clothes. He pressed a kiss to your lips, and you could feel him smiling through it.

“You know, you really are perfect love,” smirked Newt before he wrapped you in his arms once more.

You only laughed at him, aware that he was probably outside the door with Queenie and Jacob the whole time. You simply laced your hands with his and led him back to where the rest of your friends were sitting with their tea, putting the past behind them, and you both would do the same.


Secrets [Newt x Reader]

Requested by anon:

A/N: I’m so thankful I got this done and edited before moving, hope you like it!

Warnings: None.

Words count: 1175

New York was beautiful during spring. The tree leafs were green, the flowers were beautiful and colorful.

It was your first time visiting New York during that time of the year, and you were pleased you went.

Newt was there working, MACUSA requested for his help with some beasts that were causing trouble in the city. He asked if you would like to go with him to visit the city and maybe your friends and you agreed.

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Dallas x reader-- Requested from prompt list

A/N: I had two sorta similar anon requests asking specifically for Dallas gets with/ dates another girl and the reader has loved him for a considerably long time and he doesn’t notice. So I hope you don’t mind that I combined them because they were related.

24. “I love you, you shithead!” 

(Y/L/N)= Your Last Name

You knew you liked Dallas Winston the moment you spotted him across the room at Buck’s. He seemed dangerous, and a girl like you could use something different than the same old nice guy. He caught you staring and smiled. He made his way over to the bar and sat beside you, offering you a drink. That was nearly a year and a half ago.

Now you are head over heels in love with him. You haven’t had a serious relationship since you met him. You want to be Dallas’ and his alone.

You’re sitting on the Curtis’ couch, like always, with Dallas. His arm draped over your shoulder with his fingers gently combing through your hair. You lean into his chest, smelling the cigarette smoke, and feel like you’re tucked into a cocoon.

“So Dal, how’s it goin’ with the new girl?’ Steve asks. You freeze up.

“New girl?” you ask Dallas.

Two-bit answers for him. “Yeah (Y/N)…Dally here scored him a nice blonde.” You sit up and glare at Dallas. He looks like he’s worried. He turns and gives Two-bit and Steve the evil eye before he grabs your hand. You snatch it back like his skin is acid.

You stand, collecting your jacket and purse. You dart out of the Curtis house with a slam of the metal gate. You run all the way to your house. You grab your pillow and begin to cry. 

You love Dallas, but he refuses to see it. Then he goes and gets a new girl. It’s like he’s telling you that he can do better. You haven’t been serious with a guy since you met him. Maybe it’s your fault that he doesn’t love you.

You hear knocking at the front door but you don’t get up. Instead, your dad goes and answers it.

“Uhh hey Mr. (Y/L/N). I’m looking for (Y/N). Is she here?” You hear Dallas’ strong accent bellow.

“Nope, sorry Dallas. I haven’t seen her since this morning.” Your dad says.

“Oh thanks anyways.” The door shuts quietly and your dad knocks on your door.

“Can I come in?” he asks.

“Yeah why not?”

He comes and sits on the edge of your bed. “What did he do to my baby?”

You sigh. “He got a girlfriend.”

Your dad gives you a look. “Isn’t that a good thing? I mean, at least he won’t be hanging around our house anymore.” That makes you sob harder.

You want Dallas to be around. You want to him to think of you as more than just a friend.

“Ehh (Y/N). Don’t cry. What’s so bad about it?”

“Because I love him!!” you shriek. “I’ve been in love with him since I’ve met him but he doesn’t see it. I can’t love anyone else the way I love him. Have you noticed that all the other guys I dated didn’t last long?” He nods. “That’s because I felt like I was somehow cheating on Dallas.”

“You should tell him then.”

You nod. “Yeah, but I need my space for a few days.”

Your dad stands and kisses you on the forehead. “If you need anything, I’m here for you.”

“Thanks.” you say as he closes the door.

A week later, after you’ve had time to cool off, you go to the Nightly Double with Pony, Johnny, Sodapop, and Steve. They don’t ask you any questions, which makes you happy. 

But soon none other than Dallas Tucker Winston prances to your group, his girl on his arm. She’s…uhhh…not ugly. Her hair is dyed a cheap platinum blonde color. Her skin is too tan for the hair. She wears too much makeup and her outfit shows too much–she’s practically spilling out of it.

You look the bitch up and down. Everyone else does too. She smiles at you and you keep a blank face.

Dallas swallows hard and says, “This is Tina.” (From Bob’s Burgers)

“Hey you guys!” Tina reaches out to shake your hand, but you keep both arms by your sides. She simply shakes hands with Johnny, but glares at you the whole time.

Tina and Dallas sit right in front of you. Now you regret ever coming here. 

Tina leans over and kisses Dallas’ jaw and moves her way to his neck. He doesn’t really react. He just kind of moves away from her. That doesn’t stop Tina though. She reaches over abruptly and puts her hand on Dally’s upper thigh. He pushes it off. 

She puts her lips next to his ear and whispers loudly, “What’s the deal with that girl?” 

You can’t take it anymore. “You wanna know what the hell my problem is? It’s you, bitch. You come over here and sit in front of me just to make out with Dallas. Well let me tell you something, honey. He was moving away! He doesn’t like you like that. He’s just a selfish asshole.”

Dally looks take aback, like he’s kind of hurt by what you said. You stand and stomp away from everyone. You decide to head home, what’s the point of staying anymore?

Suddenly, a hand grabs your wrist. “(Y/N).” his voice croaks. Your turn upon hearing his voice. 

“Go away, Dal.”

“Was that stuff true? You don’t like her? I’m an asshole?”


“Why? Are you jealous?”

“Do I seem jealous?” He nods. “It’s because….”


“I love you, you shithead. I love the way you act tough, but deep down you’re so sweet and caring. I love the way you laugh because it makes me laugh twice as hard. I like it when you offer me your leather jacket even when I’m not cold because I know you care about me. I love everything about you.”

Dallas is speechless. You spoke your heart out, something he’d never do. “I-I only started dating Tina to get you jealous. I like you a lot, but I thought you saw me as a friend. I wanted more.”

“Well, it worked, you asshat.” He smirks.

“Come on, this’ll be our first date since we’re already here.”

Tina being jealous would include...

Originally posted by queeniexjacob

  • Holding her anger and blowing up after a long day
  • she would cry because her heart would be broken at the thought you would pick someone else.
  • Tina kissing you furiously because one she wants to show where you stand with her and two because she feels like if she doesn’t you aren’t hers. 
  • “Y/N, who the hell are you with? Are they nice to you? Do they like you? Do I need to show them the door?”
  • Grabbing your hand out of reflex in front of the person you are jealous of. 
  • “So…Do you know that I’m Y/N’s girlfriend? Because I am, and we love each other very much.”
  • HICKIES EVERYWHERE especially the neck so when the person sees your neck, they can see who you belong to
  • Queenie personally talking to you because it was getting unbearable to listen to Tina think about you 24/7
  • “I swear to Merlin dearie, I love ya hun but if you don’t deal with Tina, I will personally kick her out of this apartment, I can’t take it anymore.”
  • “Tina, I love you and only you?”
  • “You really mean..that?”
  • “Duh.”
*Jealous* Newt x reader

◘ Anonymous asked:

Hello! Your writing is amazing! Could you do one where the reader and Tina have become super close so they start spending a lot of time together, and Newt becomes jealous of Tina because reader isn’t spending as much time with him anymore?

❤ Thanks, dearie! I hope you enjoy! ^_^

You never expected to make such a wonderful friend while your time in New York. However, Tina Goldstein quickly became someone you trusted and confided in quite a bit. 

You and Newt had returned to the city after the release of his book and you couldn’t be more excited to once again see Tina.

Clutching his case tightly, Newt walked beside you down the gangplank towards customs. He sensed your eagerness and how you kept standing on your tippy toes to see if you could catch a glimpse of Tina in the crowd. 

“Patience, Love…” he reminded you. Smiling, you looked over at him and clapped your hands together.

“I’m just so excited!” you exclaimed. 

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anonymous asked:

54. “I’m not good enough for you.” for Newt? when you get the chance

Sure thing! Sorry it’s late! ❤️

Master list

Writing prompt 54: “I’m not good enough for you.”

Newt’s love was something you constantly sought, something you so endlessly wanted to be a part of. And yet, day in and day out the more unattainable it became. You felt his affections drift further away from you, and no matter how desperately you tried to cling to it, the more he pushed back. You weren’t his, and he most certainly wasn’t yours, still….you ached every minute for him.

“I’ve loved you….”

It wasn’t the time or place to be confessing, but the overwhelming emotions swirling inside of you just couldn’t stay put. The wizard turned from his position in front of the mirror, his tie still undone, and vest not fully buttoned. He was still the very picture of handsome in your eyes though.

“Sorry…what?” He blurted out not quite hearing you, eyebrows raised in concern when you didn’t speak again.

You sighed, rising from your spot on the bench inside the store to go up to him. With as steady hands as you could manage, you helped him fix his tie. “There.” You patted it, and smiled at him as you both looked towards the mirror.

“Tina’s a lucky woman.”

Newt’s eyes softened at the mention of his fiancée’s name, and he glanced down at you with a glint in his eyes. “I think I’m the lucky one, Y/N.”

Whether he believed that or not, the truth was you whole heartedly knew how lucky Tina was. To have such a man love her so deeply. Newt was the whole package, and any woman would be so lucky to hold his heart in their hands.

“Yeah, well…what a beautiful thing it is.”

“What’s that?” He asked, fidgeting with the buttons of his vest.

“To love and to be loved.”

Newt was still fighting with the buttons, eyes fixated on them as he answered you without too much thought. “Is that from a book?”

With a small laugh you shook your head, and swatted his hands away. “I don’t know. Here, let me.”

Once he was all buttoned up, he looked over at his reflection, trying to assess whether he liked it or not. But, he looked amazing, and you just took your seat back on the bench, heart heavy in your chest. Even if you were mildly jealous of Tina, she was your friend too. And you couldn’t doubt the joy you felt for them both. Besides, as much as you wished for him to love you, he was a far better man than you deserved. And for all the years you’ve known Newt, only one thought ever stopped you from confessing right to his face.

I’m not good enough for you.

Because, in your heart that was just the undeniable truth.

Newt looked over his shoulder at you, holding his arms out. “Well?”

You smiled at him, trying to hide the turmoil you felt. “You look perfect.”

Originally posted by jonathanbyersh

Jealous!Newt x Reader

Originally posted by newdscamander

Anonymous requested:  Can you please do a jealous!newt x reader ?

Anonymous requested:  Can we have some jealous Newt hc please?

AUTHORS NOTE: I changed the prompts a little bit and made it jealous!reader because I was inspired ok… please don’t be mad

-you’re Tina and Queenies younger sibling

-when you first meet Newt, after Tina brings him back to the apartment, he sets you’re heart aflutter immediately

-But you see the way he looks at Tina and it makes your chest ache for a man you barely know

-Sometimes your body tries to trick your brain telling it that Newt cares for you, FEELS for you

-Like when its dark, after everyones gone to bed, and your stuck in the middle of a recurring nightmare about the death of your parents.

-Newt hears you, sits beside you in bed and listens while you talk about it, about THEM

-He always brings you a special tea that he makes down in his case.

-he tells you theres a secret ingredient in it that helps you sleep. Your too shy to tell him you know that all that is in the tea is a small drop of honey

-Your body tricks your brain, until you see Newt and Tina together again, laughing quietly to each other.

-your brain can no longer be tricked and all of a sudden tears flood your eyes and it feels like your hearts been replaced with a hollow wooden box

-you carry that wooden box inside you, until you get hurt by the obscuris

-theres jinxes and lights flashing everywhere and your on the ground, silent tears rushing down your cheeks

- Y/N! Y/N! Newt rushes to your side and kneels beside your shivering body.

-“Don’t you dare leave me Y/N, don’t you dare!” he starts healing your wounds with quick waves of his wand

-“Newt… if something happens to me, I nee-” “Nothing’s going to happen, you’re going to be fine” he interrupts you, his voice panicked.

-“Let me finish,” you croak, and he turns to listen to you, “ I know that its Tina, that its always going to be Tina” you smile and theres a little blood on your teeth but to Newt it is the most beautiful site hes ever seen. “But for me its you, your my Tina” you finish.

-Newt takes your head in his hands and whispers softly, “Your my Tina too.” he laughs.

Newt get Jealous part 2

Newt Stood in the middle of the dance floor as he watched you walk away from him. He didn’t know if he should go after you or Not.

“Newt what are you doing standing here go after her.” Tina said as she walked over to him. “ what’s the point. She hates me I ruined her date.” Newt looked down sadly. He had been in love with you since that day on the train. He was sitting alone one the train, already missing home when you walked in and asked if you could sit with him. When he asked why you wanted to sit with home and not somewhere else, you replied with there was something special about him and you had to know what. Newt knew then that you were the one for him at 11.“The point is that you love her and she loves you, so go after her.” Tina slapped his shoulder, “you both are so blind to each other feelings and now it is getting out of hand.”

Newt didn’t agree with Tina, you couldn’t possibly feel the same about him. He asked you out on dates countless times.

•Flashback last week•

Newt was sitting next to you on the ground in his case against a tree. You were sketching one of Newt’s creatures and he was reading, or trying to. You couldn’t keep his eyes off you. You were breathtaking the way you bit your lip as you sketched and the wind in you h/c hair.

“Y/n,so you know how p-people go to dinner and m-movies right? You glance up at Shy Hufflepuff. And laugh ” Yes Newt those are called dates.

“Oh Yes those, how would you feel about one, y-you know date. You didn’t go one many.”

“I’m too busy to Date Newt, and I have met the Guy worth dating.” You looked away from him never good at lying to his face. But you missed the way he deflated.

“O-oh, no one?”


•Flashback over•

Tina laughed after Newt’s story.
“Newt, it didn’t sound like you were asking her to go on a date. Maybe she was confused.” Newt shook his head. “Still she hasn’t found the right guy, until tonight and I ruined it. I’m going to find her.” With that Newt walked out, determined to find you.“

"Those two are crazy.” Tina laughed as she watched him go
“They belong together.”


It’s Easier Not to Fall in Love in the First Place

@waywardtimemachinejellyfish requested: I know you probably have a lot of requests right now, so feel no pressure to get this one done! Can you do an imagine where the reader is newts good friend, and has a crush on him, but sits back and watches him get close to Tina? And the reader feels insecure and thinks he likes Tina, when Newt actually likes the reader?

A/N: wowza guess who’s bakc after like two weeks. i was on a decently long car trip and got in the mood to write and this request stuck out to me. maybe it’s because im actually quite a jealous person so i just relate a lot to the reader?? idk. also,,, does this remind anyone else of ‘ballet shoeos’ (the movie version not the book) when mr. simpson gets advice from thea on how to ask sylvia out???? i haven’t seen that movie in a while but that was like my childhood. requests are temporarily closed but feedback and messages are always welcome

Warnings: none (i don’t think)

You hurried down the street excitedly, imagining Newt’s expression when he heard the news. He knew you had wanted this promotion for months and you were sure he would be thrilled for you. Also probably a little glad because it meant you would stop talking about it constantly. You barely noticed the cold as you broke into a run as you saw the apartment in the distance.

You were breathless by the time you arrived at the door and you took a moment to slow down and breathe. Once your heart had calmed down and your face returned to a more normal color, you tried the the door.

You spent most evenings talking to your best friend and knew he didn’t bother to lock the door until you left. The living room was empty and you looked around in confusion for Newt. You spotted his case on the sofa and knew he had to be home. He wouldn’t have left without his creatures.

You were about to call out to him when you heard voices coming from his room. You crept towards the closed door and the voices became distinguishable.

“Don’t be stupid, Newt!” A female laughed. Tina. “You’re so likeable!”

“I’m not su-” Newt began to retort but he was cut off.

“You are! What’s not to like?”

You couldn’t hear the conversation anymore. A dull ache had appeared somewhere in your chest and you felt your knees weakening. You hadn’t been foolish enough to think that Newt liked you, but you had been foolish enough to like him. Scratch that. Love him. And know it sounded like he and Tina were a thing. You felt tears prick your eyes and carefully you fled from the room and out of the apartment building in the direction of home.


“Are you feeling okay, sweetie?” Queenie asked in concern taking in your pale complexion and the bags under your eyes.

“I’m fine,” you brushed her off. “Just haven’t gotten that much sleep recently.” You tried hard to keep your mind off of Newt, aware that the woman next to you would know if he so much as flashed across your mind. She looked imploringly at you for a better answer but gave up when she knew she wasn’t going to get one.

A cheerful ring announced the opening of the front door and was closely followed by Tina calling, “QUEENIE!”

“I’m being summoned,” Queenie giggled, hopping up and give you a last squeeze on the arm before crossing the living room. Tina poked her head in followed by, you felt your heart miss a beat, Newt. He was flushed from the winter night and his hair had gotten swept up in the wind.

“Y/N!” Tina greeted happily. “If I’d known you were coming…”

“Don’t worry about it!” You put on a smiling facade. “Queenie convinced me to come only an hour ago.”

“I was just on a walk with Newt. It would have been lovely to have you with us.” She replied forlornly.

“I’m sure you still had a wonderful time?” You beckoned her to join you on the couch. Newt followed her into the room and sat in the chair next to the couch. “Tell me about it before I go help Queenie prepare some dinner.”

You tried to focus on the story, but all you could see in your head was the mental image of Newt and Tina laughing and holding hands as they strolled through the darkening park. You imagined Newt pressing himself to Tina for warmth, used to his frequent complains about being cold.

You had never been a terribly jealous person. You remembered when you were at school and all your roommates would complain about some girl or guy that had stolen the ‘future love of their life.’ You had laughed along with them, helping them come up with plots to break up the couple, none of which were ever actually put into action. You had never really felt that. Of course, you’d had crushes. Quite a lot of them, in fact. But you had never really gotten mad when someone else was dating them. You knew realistically that you didn’t have much chance with them so you weren’t that worried about them dating someone else.

It was different with Newt. You had grown close to him. Even though you had told yourself countless times that he didn’t like you, there were those times when you’d catch him staring at you and smiling. And you would blush and look away and, no matter what you did, you couldn’t stop the flicker of hope that lit up inside you. You had someone let yourself believe that there was a chance. How could you have been so stupid?

“Y/N? Are you okay?” Newt’s voice forced you out of your thoughts and you shot up quickly.

“I’m sorry, what?” You apologized, shaking your head to clear it. “I’m just tired.” You responded to the concerned looks on your friends’ faces.

“Queenie was calling you from the kitchen,” Newt explained, still studying you intently.

“I’d better go then.” You stood up hurriedly before you allowed yourself to get lost in those breathtaking eyes of his.


“We have to put it up!” Tina’s excited voice drifted in from the kitchen. You looked up from the book you had been reading curiously. You were over at the Goldsteins as they decorated for Christmas; although, you had to admit that you weren’t doing that much helping.

“Are you sure?” Queenie asked uncertainly. “I don’t want it to cause anyone uncomfortable feelings.”

“You can have Jacob over,” Tina bribed, her voice getting higher as it did when she was trying to talk Queenie into something.

“…Okay,” Queenie gave in.

You put the book down and pulled yourself off the sofa. The kitchen was the only room that had gotten decorated so far. Tinsel and lights were strung up all over the small space making it seem even cozier than it already was. You looked for the decoration that the sisters had been discussing.

You found the incriminating plant in the hands of Tina. The mistletoe was clutched in her hands, probably to make sure her sister wouldn’t grab it. You felt your heart drop into your stomach. That had been happening quite often since the conversation between Newt and Tina that oyu had overheard a fortnight ago.

“Where do you think we should put it?” Tina asked holding her the mistletoe up to the top of the doorframe and eyeing it scrutinizingly.

“It looks great there, Tina,” you encouraged. “It’ll be the quite the attraction.” Your throat closed up as you said that. Queenie gave you a queer look and you realized that your emotions must have been pretty glaringly obvious to her. “I’m gonna go back to my book,” you finished lamely desperate to avoid the conversation you were sure Queenie was about to start.

You turned around and shrieked as you nearly ran straight into Newt. You pulled back just in time to keep from actually hitting him. You grabbed onto the doorframe to right yourself.

“I-I’m sorry,” you apologized shakily. “I didn’t see you there.”

“It’s my fault,” Newt interjected. “I shouldn’t have snuck up on you. I was wondering if we could talk, though?” His tone was pleading. “Alone, maybe?”

“Say no more!” Queenie trilled, grabbing Tina by the arm and dragging her out of the room.

Newt waited until he was sure they couldn’t hear before beginning.

“These last two weeks, you’ve been a little off.” His tone was light like he was worried about setting you off.

“Just tired,” you answered. It wasn’t even a total lie. You were exhausted. That just wasn’t the only problem.

“There’s something else though,” Newt said insightfully. “Can you tell me what has been bothering you?”

“It’s nothing, really!” You promised, looking around for something to use as a distraction.

“If I tell you what’s been bothering me, will you tell me?” He asked. You were so shocked that something had been troubling him that you didn’t even think when you nodded. “Good.” He nodded encouragingly. “I’ll go first.”

You waited for him to begin but, even though his mouth was open, nothing was coming out of it. You remained that way for a few minutes before he took a deep breath and actually began. “What’s been bothering me is that… I’ve found someone who I like quite a lot.” The sinking feeling had returned. “And I-”

You couldn’t hear him go on and on about his crush on Tina. You had to interrupt. “Tina? How wonderful! I’m almost positive she shares your feelings! Shall I go get her then?”

“Not Tina, Y/N,” Newt sighed. Those words were enough to keep you from leaving.

“Not Tina?” You repeated quietly. “But then who? Maybe…” You cycled through the names of his female friends in your head.

“Oh for god’s sake! It’s you, Y/N! I’m so madly in love with you and I haven’t been brave enough to tell you.” You stood frozen at his words, shock expressed clearly across your face.

You pulled yourself out of your frozen state as you saw the crestfallen look on Newt’s face.

You couldn’t help it. You threw yourself at him. Your hands found his hair, winding themselves into it. Your lips pressed firmly against the soft warmth of his own. He took it in stride. Wrapping his arms around your waist and smashing your body into him. The desperation and tension of the last two weeks coming out in the fierce, intense, passionate moment.

You pulled away breathing heavily, adoring eyes fixed on the beautiful panting creature that was Newt Scamander. “I thought you like Tina.”

“Why’d you think that? She said I was being too obvious.”

“You were spending so much time together..” You trailed off, not wanting to sound creepy.

“She was helping me figure out how to admit my feelings.” Newt blushed at this. You felt your heart flutter in pure happiness. You closed the distance between you again, this kiss softer and more intimate. Newt was the one to pull away this time and you moaned in complaint, trying to move back towards him.

He laughed at your neediness. “I told you what’s been bothering me these past few weeks; it’s your turn.”

“Well, prepare yourself because it’s quite a story.”

Appreciation Post for Porpentina Goldstein

I really really love Tina; she’s probably tied for my favorite character in the whole HP verse, along with Hermione Jean Granger and right before Harry. Even though I admire Hermione immensely, I think it’s Tina whom I relate most to, despite just one movie of knowing anything of her character.

Like her, I also have a sister, just a few years younger than me, so close in age that it seems like we’re twins. But we are as different as night and day. Like Tina, I’d die for my younger sister, but I’m also jealous of her too because she’s shiny and vibrant, and I’m dull in comparison. And like Tina, I’m ok with that. Sure, insecurities pop up now and then, but then again that’s human. It’s never at the forefront, but you can tell that Tina has vulnerabilities, but at the same time she is proudly unapologetic to be herself.

I love how human she is, how flawed and how normal. She’s a witch, but like a grey spot in the vibrantly colourful world. You wouldn’t notice her until you got to know her personally, and became acquainted with her passion and her generosity. Who willingly lets two strangers into her home (one of whom she’ still suspicious of) just because one of them is injured?

She’s also important on a meta-level (I will forever hold on to the headcanon that the title of his book was Newt’s dedication to her). Newt in-universe is disliked and annoying, but in reality, his character is the type to be a Tumblr favorite, universally loved for his eccentricities. Meanwhile, Tina is sometimes called annoying and blamed for betraying Newt; let us not forget that she didn’t know him that well yet and that she was only protecting her city. I think some people dislike her in-universe and out for being a woman and daring to be ambitious.

She is unapologetic in that, in wanting to get her job back, and it makes so much sense because I can imagine her working her ass of, armed only with guts and ambition, because she thinks she has no special talents to speak of. Tragedy strikes in the form of her parents dying, but she has no time to feel sorry for herself. She has to raise herself and Queenie. She had to grow up early.

Despite that, she never lets the world make her become jaded. She puts on a tough front; she has to, to survive, but her caring and protective nature is still there, shining brightly at her core. She chooses to save a lonely boy over her career, and I think that moment captured who Tina truly is.  

And I love Tina and Newt’s relationship because I find it incredibly realistic and heartwarming. They are the same, really, protectors and caretakers, and I think that’s what initially draws them to each other (imo, i don’t think they’re in love yet). But also, they are really different, and in that they are complementary. Newt has his head in the clouds, but Tina grounds him. Newt doesn’t take care of himself, and so Tina will support him.

I can imagine the angst in the next movies, when Tina meets Leta. Her old insecurities will probably pop up. How can she, plain Tina, compare to someone as majestic as Leta? And yet although Newt fell for Leta because he was intrigued by her wildness, Newt falls in love over and over again with Tina because of her steadiness. For a man who’s travelled the whole wide world, Tina’s meaning becomes synonymous with home for him. He’s always thought of his suitcase as a place to live in and be himself, but he’d never thought that home would be a person.

Tina falls in love with Newt because of his compassion and the color he brings to her grey world, but also because, with him, she can be vulnerable. She doesn’t always have to be strong or carry her burdens herself. They can be vulnerable together, with each other.

I can get jealous

So um I was listening to Lana Del Rey and there was a lyric that said “Oh that face, oh that body, makes me wanna party”

So here is another Queenie x fem!reader fic where Queenie gets a little jealous on the dance floor

Originally posted by newtspatronum

You, Tina, Queenie, and some other aurors decided to head to a party being held by some people at The blind pig. It was where wizards and witches go get a drink in peace. 

It was your first time too, you just met the wonderful sisters a month ago and you’ve been friends with them ever since. Though Queenie has caught your eye a couple of times. 

You would have to admit, you would’ve never thought in a million years you would like a woman, but there was no reason to deny, she was gorgeous. She made you feel happy in every way. It was like sitting next to a fire crackling, she made you feel warm and safe. 

Queenie was something else to you. So when you three got on your dresses and walked to the dance floor, you noticed her tone changed. Her face saddened. 

“You alright Queenie?” You ask, walking up to her and putting a gentle shoulder on her hand. 

She looked like she barely noticed you but her face softened almost instantly. You saw her take a deep breath and smile.

“Yeah, I’m okay Y/N, just a lot of thinking goin’ around…” she trailed her sentence. 

You knew she was a legilimen, and you knew at least a third of these people were evil criminals, so you couldn’t blame her for feeling down. 

You got a thought in mind and turned to look at one of the house elves bar tending. 

“6 shots of giggle water please,” you tell him and with a snap of his fingers, 6 shots of giggle water were put onto a silver platter to serve. 

You both take a shot and of course bursting out in a fit of giggles. Then you both started giggling at each other. It was like being drunk but on happiness. 

After taking half of those shots, you did feel a lot lighter. You felt someone grab your hand immediately, yanking you onto the dance floor. It was one of the aurors, Rosemary Delchegate. Everyone called her Rose for short, or spice. 

Rose was always really nice to you. She would always walk with you to the trials and laugh at all your jokes. I think she really did like you. Her dress was very fitting and gorgeous on her, very nice on her curves, you noted.

You’d rather not think about it but your mind was kind of in its own litte world, and you kind of liked it. 

Usually you were appalled by such acts, but you couldn’t care less right now, and Rose looked hot. 

You smirked and started to dance with her and she laughed a bunch. You did stupid dances with her and tried to tap to the beat, almost falling. It was a lot of fits and giggles. You were having the time of your life! No worries just Rose in your sight but you turned your head.

You didn’t see a very happy Queenie, she wasn’t sad either. She looked more…angry. You frowned and excused yourself from Rose for a moment. A second later you saw her dancing with another guy. Guess she didn’t really like you, just looking for a dance partner.

You now noticed just how pretty Queenie was. When she sat she crossed her legs and her legs were so smooth and creamy white. She always strained her neck and bit her lip, especially when she was mad. It made you blush hard and have thoughts flood into your mind. 

You swallowed down all your pride (and your horny thoughts) to talk to her.

“Are you okay?” Your voice was shaky. Why were you scared? I mean you’ve never seen Queenie this frustrated before. 

“So…you think Rose is pretty?” You did not like that tone. She grumbled with her words and her voice was deeper than usual. 

She crossed her arms. “I saw the way you looked at her on the dance floor.” As she said that you realized something, she was jealous.

You grinned and she looked even more mad. 

“I’m not jealous,” she huffed. You chuckled at her and she got up, standing about eye level to you. 

“Well she is, but…” you grabbed her hand, intertwining your fingers together. She blushed a little, and looked down at your hands together in harmony. 

“I actually like you,” you continued. She laughed herself. 

“I know darling, your thoughts are pretty loud.” She suddenly was happy again. Which made you happier. 

“How about we dance then, jealous girl.” She frowns at you, but smiles all the same and nods. 

And for the rest of the night all you wanted to do was hold her close.

I apologize for any grammar/spelling mistakes.

Let Me Show You - Stiles *SMUT*

Song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Em7vc8NWUNY

Word count: 2,571

Request: I was wondering if you could maybe write a smut where the reader is Stiles/Dylans (I don’t really care) best friend since like forever and she’s been in love with with since him for a long time but never told him because she’s not skinny and think he’s way to good for her or something like that.

A/N: I really liked this request and it took me a while to figure out how I wanted to write this. I feel like this is a very important topic to write about, no body should feel ashamed of how they look. Everyone is beautiful inside and out no matter what size or color. We shouldn’t feel the need to change the way we look sue to society’s views or for what other people think or say about us. If we want to change it should be OUR decision to do so cuz WE want to. Anyways, I really hope you enjoy this. And thank you again anon for the request.

Originally posted by kalifornia---dreaming

“Oh my god, Skye, hurry up! We’ve been in here for ages,” Stiles groaned from outside the dressing room. I rolled my eyes at his impatience, doesn’t he understand that a girl needs to find the right dress?

“Stiles, I only have two more dresses to try on and if they’re not it I’ll come back tomorrow with Lydia. So, stop you whining.”

I heard him mumble something under his breath before I opened the door and stepped out, “Well?”

He looked at me up and down before shaking his head, “Green is not your color.”

I sighed and went back inside, “Why don’t you chose that blue one that I liked?”

“Stiles you only liked that dress because of the color, the style was horrendous.” I huffed as I struggled to put on this little black dress.

“But, it’s one of the colors of the Mets!”

I opened the door, “Hence the only reason as to why you like it. So, what about this one.”

Stiles’ eyes widened, “Uh, I don’t think so. It’s too short. No way.”

“But I actually like this one.”

“Skye. I don’t want my best friend to wear that to homecoming, all the guys will get the wrong idea.. No.” I could hear the seriousness in his voice, so I let it go.

‘If only you thought of more than just your best friend,’ I thought.

Closing the door, I looked at the last dress I had to try on, ironically Stiles was the one to chose it. After I struggled to get it on, I looked at myself in the mirror and my eyes widened. It was a beautiful ruby red, high-low dress that had silver embroidering in the chest area. The dress actually flattered my curves that I hated and made my legs look fabulous. I was in love.

Holding my breath, I opened the door. Stiles was busy playing Candy Crush on his phone, “Stupid fishes never go where I need them to go.”


Stiles looked up and his jaw dropped. “Say something,” I whispered.

“Skye, you look. Wow, um the dress is. Wow,” he scratched the back of his neck and cleared his throat. “The dress looks nice on you. That’s definitely the one.”

I frowned ‘nice’? That’s it? Clearing my thoughts, I smiled, “I’m buying it!”

“Thank God!” I rolled my eyes.

Once, I was back in my regular clothes and out of the dressing room, I told Stiles to wait for me outside while I paid. Waiting in line I saw, Tina, the evil bitch from school enter the store followed by her little groupies. When she saw me, an evil smirk graced her face and she came up to me.

“Hey, Skye.”

“What do you want, Tina?”

“Ouch. I just wanted to ask you a question,” she batted her fake eyelashes at me innocently.

“Well, with your low IQ I would understand you’d have many questions in that little brain of yours, so by all means ask away.” I grinned.

Tina glared at me, before smirking again, “Are you sure you’re in the right store?”

“Excuse me?”

“I mean, I’m pretty sure that there are a lot of plus size stores here at the mall,” her friends snickered. “Did you even try that poor dress on? If you did, I’m surprised it didn’t shred to pieces with all your rolls,” I felt tears begin to prickle my eyes at her words. “Or were you going to just buy it and make a ridicule of yourself at the homecoming? Trust me sweetie, it’ll look a thousand times better on me.”

“Skye, what’s taking so long,” Stiles came to my side and didn’t notice Tina until she spoke.

“Hey Stiles,” she purred at him.

“Uh, hey. Tracy, right?”

“Stiles, let’s just go,” I shoved the dress into Tina’s arms. “Keep it.”

Walking out the store, I could hear Stiles yelling after me. “Skye! Wait up! What happened in there?”

“Nothing Stiles, I just want to go home.”

“But what about-”

“Stiles, just let it go okay! Dammit!” His eyes widened, I don’t think I’ve ever yelled at him. But, Tina’s words kept replaying in my head and I just wanted to bury myself ten feet underground.

We made our way to his jeep in silence and the ride home was awfully awkward. I knew Stiles was worried by the glances he would make my way, but I didn’t dare look his way. Driving into my driveway, I quickly unbuckled and jumped out, “Thanks Stiles.” I walked into the house without looking back.

An hour had passed and my phone was blasting with messages and missed calls from Stiles. Why couldn’t he understand that I didn’t want to talk to anyone? At one point I had to put my phone on vibrate, but even that wasn’t enough. Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore and answered, “Stiles, I don’t want to talk about it, okay?”

“I’m sorry but do I sound like a Stiles to you?”

My eyes widened, “Oh shit, sorry Lyds, I didn’t know it was you.”

“Obviously,” she sighed. “Skye, what’s wrong? Stiles just called me ten minutes ago, freaking out cause you won’t answer his calls or texts.”

I sighed, besides Stiles, Lydia was my second closest friend and she was the only one who knew my feeling towards Stiles and how I felt about how I looked. “It was Tina.”

“What did that bitch do now?” Her voice sounded deadly quiet. If you think Lydia screaming is scary, then wait till she speaks dangerously low. Laying back on my bed and told her about my whole encounter with Tina.

“SHE SAID WHAT?!” I winced and pulled my phone away from my ear.

“Geez, Lyds. Easy with the banshee screaming, will ya?”

“I can’t believe her! The nerve, just wait till I see her tomorrow-”

“No! Lyds, please don’t, it’ll only make things worse. You know she’s always had it out for me.”

“Yeah and like I always say, it’s because of Stiles,” I groaned, not this again. “She’s always had a crush on him as long as you and Stiles have been best friends. She’s jealous of the attention he gives you and the way he looks at you.”

“Lydia, how many times do I have to tell you? Stiles doesn’t like me, he views me like a little sister and that’s it.”


“No, Lydia please just drop it. I’ve had a really long day and I just want to go to bed, okay?”

She sighed, “Alright, I’ll see you tomorrow then?”

“Maybe. I kind of snapped at Stiles earlier and don’t want to face him yet. I might skip”

“Skye, you know he’ll forgive you no matter what. But, alright. Goodnight sweetie.”

“Night Lyds. And thank you.”


The next day I skipped. I didn’t feel like running into Tina in the hallways and have her laugh at me again. Call me a coward, but she just knows all the right buttons to push and points out every single one of my flaws. And I didn’t want to Stiles to see me like this, a total mess. I was in bed watching Netflix on my laptop, when I heard the doorbell ring. Frowning, I looked at the time and saw it was only twelve.

Making my way to the door, I opened it to see it was Stiles. He was just standing there with his hands behind his back and a sheepish smile on his face, “Hey.”

I felt my lower lip tremble and I threw my arms around his neck, “I’m so sorry.”

His arms went around me and I felt like I was in my safe haven, “Shh, it’s okay. I’m not mad, Lydia told me what happened.”

“Of course she did.”

He pulled back to look at me and smiled, “It’s not her fault, I wouldn’t leave her alone until she told me.”

I laughed, “You’re such an annoying pest, Stilinski.”

Stiles shrugged, “What can I say? It’s my specialty.”

I giggled and noticed he had something in his hand, “What’s in the bag?”

He smirked, “Let’s go upstairs,” grabbing my hand he practically dragged me into my room. “Close your eyes.” Huffing, I did as he said and heard him take something out the bag.


Opening my eyes, the first thing I saw was Stiles looking more nervous than usual, but something red hanging from my closet door caught my eye. Turning my head I gasped, it was the dress.

“Put it on.”

I shook my head, “I can’t Stiles. It doesn’t look good on me.”

“Skye, I said put it on,” his voice was commanding and it was a side of him I rarely saw. It turned me on immensely.

Grabbing the dress, I slowly made my way to the bathroom and changed. Looking in the mirror, I didn’t see the same beautiful girl with this dress like yesterday, instead I saw a silly girl with hideous curves and thick legs. The door opened and Stiles came in and stood behind me.

“What do you see,” he rasped in my ear as he held onto my waist.

My throat was dry as I whispered, “Nothing.”

His grip on my waist tightened, “Do you know what I see? I see a beautiful girl who doesn’t know just how much of a goddess she is.”

I scoffed, “A goddess? Stiles, are you blind? I’m no goddess. I’m not petite or perfect like Lydia. I’m not flawlessly beautiful like Alisson. I’m not cute like Kira. And I’m not exotic like Malia with legs that go on for days. I have scar on my body from all the battles we’ve been through. I have awful curves.”

Stiles abruptly turned me around so I was facing him, “You’re right, you’re nothing like them.” I looked down, but he gripped my chin to make me face him again, “You’re so much more than them. Skye, you’re the most gorgeous girl I’ve ever laid eyes on. My heart stops whenever I look at you, when you smile or laugh I swear the day gets brighter. You’re scars make you a survivor - no a warrior and when you look at them you should feel proud for the battles you’ve won.” My heart began to beat faster and I felt as if I couldn’t breath. “I didn’t want you to wear that black dress, cause of how sexy you looked and I knew you’d be turning heads left and right. And I should’ve told you how flawless you looked in this dress.”

Tears welled up in my eyes as he leaned down to kiss my cheek, “I don’t know why you wear all those unflattering hoodies and hide your sexy body. You’re curves aren’t awful, god they turn me on so much.” His fingers went to the back zipper and he slowly began to pull down.


“Let me show you,” he whispered in my ear, sending shivers down my spine, the zipper stopped. “Let me show you how beautiful you really are.” His lips crashed onto mine and I groaned at the feeling. My arms went to the back of his neck and I gripped hard onto his hair.

“That’s right baby, give me everything.”

“Shut up and kiss me,” I panted.

“My pleasure,” he growled before smashing his lips back to mine. His hands slipped from my waist to my ass, groping it hard and making me gasp aloud. Stiles slipped his tongue into my mouth and began to fight with mine for dominance, I quickly gave up and moaned as he sucked my tongue into his mouth. I could feel his hard dick poking my side and my poor panties were soaked. Breaking away from his lips for air, he continued to kiss me all over my face; eyes, nose, cheeks, forehead, chin and down my neck. His hands went to the top of the dress and tugged making it pool around my feet and I was left in only my underwear. He pulled away from me and his eyes darkened even more, but I suddenly felt so exposed with my body and scars on display, I tried to cover myself.

Quickly, Stiles grabbed onto my wrists and pulled them to my sides, “Don’t you dare, Skye. Don’t you hide from me.” He reached behind me and unclasped my bra, slowly kissing and sliding the straps down my shoulders. Looking into my eyes, Stiles gently grabbed my left arm and softly kissed at a bite I got from an omega werewolf. I whimpered at how gentle he was being with me and I needed him.

As if reading my mind, Stiles lead me back to my room and laid me on my bed. Hovering over me he began to kiss every inch of my body, he stopped when he reached the stab wound I received on my right side and softly traced it with his fingers. His lips continued their descent all the way to my legs and then back up to where my soaking panties were.

“Mmmm, so wet for me baby?” I bit my lip and groaned in reply as he ripped them off.

The sight of Stiles head on between my legs, made me wetter than I already was. Suddenly his head dipped lower and his tongue was lapping up my pussy juices. “Fuck Stiles!”

“You like that baby? You like my tongue buried in your wet juicy pussy? Fuck you taste delicious.” Stiles began to eat me out like a starved man and I couldn’t get enough of it.

My eyes rolled to the back of my head at the pleasure his sinful tongue was giving me, “Oh, god!” I yelled out and gripped onto the sheets as I came on his tongue.

Breathing hard he kissed me on the lips and I moaned as I tasted myself. Stiles got up and stripped himself of all his clothes, reaching my hand out I gripped his hard dick and began to stroke. But, he stopped me and softly kissed my lips, “This is about you baby, all about you.”

“I need you Stiles, please.”

He climbed back on top of me, “You have me Skye, always have, always will,” and he slowly entered me.

Finally, we were one and the feeling was surreal. Slowly he began to move and we both groaned at the delicious friction being made. “Fuck, Stiles. I’ve wanted this for so long.”

“Me too baby, me too. God, you’re so tight. So beautiful.” He began to move faster and my legs wrapped themselves around his waist pulling him deeper into me. Stiles began to hit all the right spots and I was seeing stars.


“That’s it baby, cum for me. Fuck,” his movements became sloppy and then he became still as he came.

We laid in bed for a while, snuggled up in each other’s arms.



“Thank you.”

He looked down at me,“For what?”

“For everything. For always being there for me and making me feel special and loved. I love you so much.”

“Skye, I’ll always be here for you. And remember that I will always love you, no matter what.” Stiles leaned down and softly kissed me.

“I just realized something,” I said.


“That now I need to go shoe shopping,” I giggled as Stiles groaned and covered his face.

As Significant As A Water Droplet

Request: “Hey hun! Sorry to bug you you probably already have so many requests on your plate, but I wanted to know if maybe I could request a Newt x Reader where the reader is super jealous of Newt (maybe he likes Tina or seems to like someone or something) so reader gets hella drunk to kinda ‘drown sorrows’ but it only makes it worse, Newt finds reader, consoles, fluff, smut maybe whatever you’d like! anyways~ I love all of your writing and your blog so much, there’s no one I’d rather ask for a request💛”

Pairing: Newt Scamander x Reader

Word Count: 1348

Warnings: Blood? Idk lmao

The way he looked at her made your insides boil. You felt your entrails coming to your throat as you watched them laugh and joke around, but you couldn’t tear your gaze from the scene. You were playing a game of charades with your friends, like you always did on a Friday night, but something had changed. The state of things had always been this way, you realized. It was just that you were only now seeing things for how they were. Newt and Tina, sat on the floor side by side, clutching to each other as they tried to supress the wild giggles that were tumbling from their lips. The sight was enough to make you get up and leave the room, excusing yourself to grab a glass of water. You stood at the sink, hands clutching the sides of the basin as you watched the tap drip. You focused on the sound, letting it echo through your mind, and tried to make it overcome the sound of cheerfulness that was flooding in from the living room. The tap dripped, pattering on the veneer, reminding you of how insignificant you felt. You were just a droplet of water, falling only to be swallowed whole by the darkness of the hole in the sink.

“(Y/n), honey? Are you okay?” Queenie cooed, coming up to you.

You immediately blocked your thoughts, focusing once again on the dripping tap. But the cackling was overbearing. It was so loud that you felt it starting to tear at your soul, ripping the fresh stitching that you had just finished. The repairs that you had made the last time you were hurt by their shared glances or long hugs. Queenie’s face flashed with realisation, and she came to lay a gentle hand on your back. You hadn’t noticed until she did so that you had started crying; your tears mixing with the splattered remains of tap water, which clung desperately to the surface of the basin, only to slowly roll down to meet its fate.

“I can’t believe I never saw it before.” You croaked, dragging your feet towards the door.

“(Y/n), listen to me, I know what it looks like but I’ve heard his thoughts-“

“I’m going home.” You whispered, grabbing your coat. “Tell them I said goodnight.”

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Truth or Dare

Truth or dare always leads to confessions. Especially if you’re drunk.

Filling a prompt.

“Oh come on!”



“No! We’re not playing spin the bottle!” Kurt snapped at Santana who crossed her arms across her chest.

“You’re just being boring because you’re married.”

“You’re married, too!”

“Yes, but we’d never say no to a friendly game with friends,” Santana said with a wink.

“Fine. I am boring. I am married and I don’t have to kiss any other people if I don’t want to,” Kurt said.

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Tears of an angel

Imagine Happy helping you get revenge or your ex boyfriend that cheated on you 

Originally posted by oreilysamcro

Originally posted by indie-cinema

The bar was a bit too much crowded for your liking and to be honest the clothes you wore that day weren’t exactly the type of clothes you wore to a chill Saturday night. The tight dress rode up your legs making you look out of place and the spandex like material flattered your ass perfectly. Winning outfit? Yes. Comfortable? Not likely. 

Bon Jovi was playing of course. So much for this red neck God forgotten like town of Tacoma. Was this your 5th cigarette? Probably. Whenever you were nervous you would smoke like a prostitute and you knew it. This was something childish to do but Happy was your best friend, practically raised together and he accepted doing this as a soft form of revenge on Calvin. His other form or revenge included a nice commemorative Happy face on his stomach and you hated Calvin, you did, but you didn’t wanted any blood on his hands.

This was Calvin’s favorite bar. It had pool tables and several more games, good beer and great music almost all the time. You saw Happy get into the bar, greet Lloyd, the bar man and owner of The Lone Wolf, the place you were supposed to meet. He got stuck on the road to your table while talking to some of his old friends, some other Sons, as well. You smiled as he finally got to your table and jumped immediately on his arms. “Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!” You said as you wrapped your arms around his neck and he placed a hand on the small of your back, nodding.

“Yeah, yeah…” He said sitting down in front of you. “I still don’t know how this is a good revenge.”

“Tina told me all about it.” You said, pushing an ice cold beer in front of Happy, who nodded, thanking you. “Apparently, Calvin’s justification was that through our 7 year long relationship; I was cheating on him with you. So there’s that.” You said as you sipped from your cranberry juice and vodka. 

“You want to make him jealous with me.” You nodded as he arched an eyebrow. “Why don’t I just kill him…?” You rolled your eyes and looked at him. “It’s easier.”

“Please, Hap. I need you for this.” Happy looked at you shaking his head. You threw the puppy eyes at him and you watched him roll his eyes and sigh. He was in the bucket. “Thank you!” 

“Don’t make this super weird and it would be alright.” He said as you waited for Calvin to arrive at his usual time. You talked about people you knew and things you used to do, and you almost forgot why you were there.  You missed Happy so much it was crazy. Since has was patched over to Charming, you didn’t saw him as much as you used to and work made you turned down almost all his invitations up to California.  But some weeks ago, when you called him a crying mess due to finding Calvin balls deep with some random bimbo, he knew he had to help somehow.  The clock hitted 11:30 as the so called Calvin entered the bar, looking like a boss, suit, loose tie around his neck. You tensed up at the sight and looked away; It was time for this plan.

Except there wasn’t a plan.

Happy noticed of course, and watched how Calvin walked past the table you were in and sat down with a bunch of equally idiotic friends he had for bunches.  “You don’t have a plan, do you?” He asked you on the low as you nodded and sighed, defeated.

“Just take me home, Hap. He won.” You said picking up your things from the table. Happy placed his hand on top of you and shook his head. “What?” you asked.

“I’ll take care of it. Go to the pool table near that table and wait for me.” He said getting up and walking way from you. The only available table was the one right in front of Calvin’s table and it didn’t seemed like a good idea. You grabbed the pool sticks and waited for Happy, as he told you to; but you could still feel Calvin’s eyes burning into your back. You heard someone coming next to you and a low wolf whistle. 

“(Y/N).” Calvin greeted as you turned around and smiled bitterly at him. “I can’t believe I’l l found you  here.” 

“Yeah…” you said sarcastically. “Because It’s not like I introduced you to this bar at all, Calvin.” You rolled your eyes and gave him your back. He eyed you up and down and smirked.

“No hard feeling, right? I already told you what happened…” You blood was boiling at this point. Calvin was the biggest asshole ever. You turned around and were ready to speak your mind when you felt the softest pair of lips even kiss the side of your neck, sending electricity down your spine and then a hard, calloused hand spank your ass right there making you gasp. Calvin face was priceless. 

“Calvin, man!” Happy greeted, leaning on the pool table behind you guys and pulling you to lean on him. You were taken back but also loving Calvin’s expression. “Long time no see…” 

“H-Happy…” Calvin greeted through his teeth. “What’s this?” You were blushed and taken back by Calvin’s question. You opened your mouth to speak but Happy came to be your salvation once again. 

“Just chilling man…” His tattooed arm was now around your waist. “Turn around…” He whispered in your ear making you arch your eyebrow but you obliged. “Nice night to get drinks with (Y/N), you know…” You wrapped your arms around Happy’s neck and he smirked. “I didn’t think you would mind…” He said. “Since you cheated on her, like a dog. Like a pussy, actually. It’s…whatever. I mean, you saw it coming, right?” You smirked and leaned your head on Happy’s chest as you felt him massage your ass cheek while still in front of Calvin.

“Wha…It’s…personal, Happy.” Calvin said, blushing. His hand went straight to Happy’s hand on your body as you turned around slightly, enough to watch his face. It was gold. “Honey Bunny?” He asked, thin voice as he stared into your eyes.

“Honey bunny? Funny.” Happy’s sarcastic raspy voice was in again. “That’s how I usually call her when she rides my…”

“Hap!” You said, pushing your finger to his mouth. “Stop…” you whispered. Calvin frowned and grabbed his jacket, fuming out of the small bar. You laughed, satisfied as you hugged Happy.

“Thank you, Hap!” You said as he hugged back. “Did you saw him?”

“Got what he deserved, right?” Happy said smirking at you. “C’mon, let’s play pool…”

He was indeed your best friend. 

Infatuation (Stages of NewTina drabble #3)

3- infatuation (الكلف) kalaf: the love begins to intensify and has a physical effect on its lover.

During the week he had stayed in New York after Grindlewald’s arrest, Newt Scamander resided in a hotel not far from MACUSA headquarters as an apology gift for all the arrests and attempted executions and whatnot from Madame Picquery (or, he suspected, a way for her to keep an eye on him and his beasts). He appreciated the gesture and tried to politely decline the offer only to trail off at the formidable president’s withering glare.

“What was that, Mr Scamander?”

“Erm- I said th-thank you very much, Madame Picquery, I appreciate your gift very much,” he stammered, trying to avoid being yelled at in front of the mysterious fedora-wearing aurors.  He couldn’t see much under said fedoras but he guessed they were trying not to crack up with laughter at his timidity.

“That’s what I thought.” Madame Picquery nodded, seemingly satisfied.

The room in itself wasn’t very bad. Sure, it was comfortable and had all the basics needed for typical survival, but he couldn’t help but feel a slight pang every time he looked out of the window into the busy lit streets at night and saw Tina and Queenie’s apartment complex.

He still saw them a couple of times since their adventure across the Big Apple, often across MACUSA meeting rooms, a knowing look passing between him and Queenie, or a lingering handshake that feels so wrongly formal between him and Tina.


Three days had already passed since that day, and every night, the same events rolled back like the wheels of a hot dog cart in his head.

The Cruciatus, his creatures, letting go of Jacob, Tina…

His conscience always seemed to dance around the thought of Tina, didn’t it? And was he to blame? How was he, when he fell for her so?

Newt shook his head and drank from the minute Gillywater bottle in his hotel room’s mini-fridge.  It wasn’t healthy for him to think about her so often and not do anything to mirror his thoughts into action. He saw her nearly every day, running around MACUSA with her determined look, laughing at her coworker’s jokes by the water dispenser, dreamily casting small charms with her wand when she thought no-one was looking… why wasn’t he following the feeling he had in his gut and speaking to her? She would have, no doubt. She did do a lot of things he wouldn’t.

But what was there to say? he thought as he unlocked his case.

Tina, nice spellwork you’ve got there. Do you mind teaching me that charm? I’m quite terrible at charms, you know. Barely passed my OWL because of it.

Oh, AHAHAHA! Tina, you’re hilarious! No joke, you’re so funny!

Slow down there, Tina. I don’t want you slipping on the wet floor and getting hurt, because if you do then I’ll most likely go insane because I cannot handle seeing you in pain after all we’ve been through. Also, if I see Abernathy trying to do so much as come near you then so help me I will hex him into the hospital because although it may not look like it I am a very protective, jealous human being.

Yeah, maybe it was for the better that he didn’t speak to her honestly.

Even his beasts sensed something different around him, how he carried himself like a ghost. It was almost as though he was drifting away with his thoughts. There was just something about her that anchored him to reality; without it he was levitating with no particular destination in mind. He knew that if they could speak then they would’ve given him advice that can only be described as… raw.

The slap that woke him from his constant dreaming state was the during the last few minutes of his presence in New York.

“Does Leta Lestrange like to read?”

Newt blinked. It all came rushing back.

The sea wind washed through his unbrushed hair, the cold nipped at his nose. The sound of people in boots walking the wooden dock snapped at him.

They were finally through with the small talk, done with the meaningless chatter that they went through because it served as a worthy time-filler.

It was a shame he had less than a minute to leave her behind.

And oh, oh did he regret his beasts’ would-be advice.

Of course he should’ve told her a long time ago. What was he thinking? It was suddenly so real, so raw, so Tina.

Tears pooled at her lower eyelids, and Newt could’ve drowned in them.

“Wh-who?” he wanted to believe that she didn’t know her. He wanted to believe that he had forgotten her.

Tina looked at him in disbelief. “The girl whose picture you carry.”

Newt bit his lip at the ground. “I don’t really know what Leta likes these days.”

I don’t know anything about her these days, he wanted to scream. Leta Lestrange, WHO?

“Oh,” she gasped, almost relieved.

“As people change.”

Tina blinked, her expression one of awe. “Yes.”

“I’ve changed,” he announced, only to wince, realizing how outright he sounded. “I think… I-I'm… maybe a little?”

Newt wished to hide in a whole as Tina hid her tears by looking at the ground. Now, instead of small talk filling the gaps between them, there was only silence.

Her innocent query only opened the door to questions he wanted to answer but didn’t have time nor the emotional capacity to.

His boat roared in the distance, roared for him to hurry up and get it over with.

Nonetheless, he persisted. How could he dare leave her behind after all they’ve done together, all they clearly felt for each other?

He glanced desperately at the impatient beast of a boat, trying to seize every moment he had with Tina.

His Tina.

He tried to ignore the soft sound of her swallowing back her tears. If he were to acknowledge it then the boat would’ve left without him as he would’ve held her to him and never let her go.

He forced himself to stay civil, for her sake.

“I’ll send you a copy of my book, if I may,” he said, almost aggressively.

Tina gave him a watery grin. “I’d like that,” she consented.

Newt gazed upon her in a way that can only be described as the gaze of an infatuated schoolboy. He was besotted, awestruck, choking in her, in her realness.

And my, did he love every goddamned second of it.

Suddenly, he felt as though all feeling of his left arm went cold. To his internal horror/joy, it were moving of its own accord. He awkwardly tried to tuck a strand of Tina’s black coffee hair behind her ear but failed, letting the strand loose, all the while caressing her soft cheek with his callused fingertips.

Tina’s face betrayed her.

She was just the same as him: speechless yet bursting with millions of conflicting emotions that can be solved if he just came a bit closer, a bit nearer-

She gave another breathless gasp, as if she had nothing else to say.

Her face broke into a contended smile, her simple way of saying a sweet goodbye.

But… he couldn’t leave. Not now, when he had so much to say to her before he went on with his miserable life.

No. It was too late.

He wrenched himself away from her before he had the chance to do something stupider. He walked a few steps away before having an epiphany.

What if-?

He turned around, breathless, smiling as widely as he ever had before at the sight of Tina tenderly touching the place where his hand was.

“I-I’m so sorry- how would you feel if I- if I gave you your copy in person?”

The surprised glint in her soulful black eyes, the giggle that escaped her was music that danced into his ears and made itself a home in his happiest memories.

To Newt, she shone. She was a beacon of hope amongst the dreary people on the dock in this grey city.

She was a promise he made, and a promise he intended to keep.

Her beam was what motivated him to finish his job once and for all.

“I’d like that, very much!” Tina declared happily.

She gave him another breathless laugh .

Oh, he was so deeply entrenched in her affection that he nodded like a fool to her sacred words. She gave him one last happy sound before he turned around to leave again.

His mind was so blank with want of return that he stopped in his tracks right in the middle of the boat’s platform.

He wanted to look back.

He wanted to return.

He wanted to tackle her, to spin her around like a trophy, to kiss her until their lips were numb and watch the boat leave without him together with her.

He shook his head sadly to himself, knowing that if he so much as lingered for another second, then there would be no return.

But she was his return.

Love now begins to intensify and have a physical affect on the lover.