self conscious


a villain who’s self-conscious about how his minion has a better evil laugh than him

Reblog if you have stretch marks

My best friend was in tears today because she has stretch marks and she doesn’t believe me that literally 99.9% of the population have them and I’m trying to show her it’s okay

Burning Passion

So, I was writing this because I’ve been having serious Moony feels. (And also Sirius/Moony feels……ignore my puns)(And because this is a Moony blog, so duh!)) This is my first smut, so please don’t judge! I also want to honor @aveeragemusings for all the shit she’s gone through! Hope you enjoy!! Also, a bit of a side note, PLEASE SEND REQUESTS!!! I HAVE SO MANY IDEAS AND CANNOT GET ONE DONE!!! GIVE ME A GOAL!!!


“Hey guys.” You said as you entered the room your boyfriend, Remus Lupin, shared with his best friends: James Potter, Sirius Black and Peter Pettigrew.

It was not an odd occurrence for you to be in the Marauders bedroom; in fact you spent the night at least twice a month despite being a (Y/H) and despite the fact that you were the opposite gender. Besides, none of them really cared; Sirius only spent the night about half the time, probably doing something with the opposite gender, and Lily spent about 3 nights a week sleeping in the room as well, and Peter, nobody ever noticed.

“Hey, (Y/N).” Was the collective response as you walked into the room and sit in the middle of the floor.

“How did everything go last night?” You ask. It seemed that last night had been one of the worst transformations, and you hadn’t been able to go because, you had just gotten over the flu.

“It was fine.” Sirius answered flatly.

You put your hands up in defeat. “I just asked a simple question.”

“Just ask your boyfriend, he won’t talk to us.” James said crankily.

You rolled your eyes. “Maybe you guys should leave.” You said.

“Yeah, let’s go.” Peter said, and left, having the two boys who were dead on their feet follow him.

You stood up, leaving your bag where you were sitting, walking over to where Remus was bunches under his cover.

“Remus?” You ask softly.

“Go away.” He said stubbornly.

You rolled your eyes, while placing your hands on your hips. “Why should I?” You challenged.

“I don’t want you to see me right now.” He said.

“Why?” You ask softly, your voice filled with worry. You step closer, before he ripped off the covers and moved to stand in front of you.

His face was littered with new cuts and a bruise was forming.

“Remus.” You whispered, your eye filled with worry. You reached out to cup his face, but he backed away and turned, so that his back was facing you.

“I’m hideous.” He whispered, his voice wavering. “I don’t know why you stay around.” He said.

“Oh Remus, you know I don’t think that.” You said, your eyes starting to water at how the man you loved viewed himself. You wrapped your arms around him, pressing your forehead to his back. “I love you.” You whispered.

He turned around to hug you back before placing a kiss on the top of your head. “I love you too.” He said placing another kiss on your forehead. “I don’t know why you love something as as disgusting as me.

“Remus, I don’t think that you’re disgusting.” You said softly, cupping his face to bring his gaze up to meet your eyes. Your (E/C) orbs, were soft, and full of love and pain. “I think you’re beautiful, Remus.” You said, your voice cracking a bit, and your eyes started to water up. “I love you.” You said a bit forcefully. “I don’t give a shit about your scars. What I mean is, I wish you didn’t have them, because they are a mark of how much pain you’ve been through, and I don’t ever want to imagine you in that type of pain.” By now, you were crying, the tears cascading down your cheeks. You sniffled once, before continuing. “I love you, and none of your scars are going to change that. I love you, you beautiful creature.” You told him. Your eyes closed, and you let the tears fall silently. You felt a pressure on your forehead, and opened your eyes to see Remus with his eyes closed, his forehead resting on yours. You placed a quick kiss on his lips. “I wish you saw yourself, the way I see you.” You whisper, your voice barely audible. You look up, into Remus’ green eyes. “Please, let me show you how special you are.” You pleaded, your (E/C) eyes, pleading with his. “Please, Remus.” You mouth.

You saw him nod, and you smile up at him, feeling yourself tearing up again. “I love you.” You said softly, before closing the gap between the two of you, placing a featherlight kiss on his lips, your lips barely brushing. After sweet, agonizing moments of your lips brushing past each other, you sighed happily when there was a little bit of pressure.

To you this was heaven. Kissing Remus like this; with so much love, as if it were only you two in the world. You loved this boy with all your heart, and you just wanted to live in this moment for together.  

You pulled away, slowly, looking up into his beautiful green orbs, the love in them mirroring your own. “I love you, Remus.” You said, your eyes tearing up again while you were gazing at the beautiful boy who had snuck into your heart.

“I love you too, (Y/N).” He whispered, his hands cupping both sides of your chin, before pulling you into a sweet kiss.

The kiss was sweet and shy, and somewhat salty from your tears, but neither of you could care less. All that mattered was that you were kissing the person you had grown to love so much.

The kiss had went from sweet and bashful, to passionate and needy. Instead of the brushing past each others lips with your lips, it was a flurry of tongues and teeth.

Your hand was cupping his face and the pad of your thumb was rubbing circles on his face. Your other hand was resting on top of his head, your fingers combing through his curly brown locks, pulling him closer to you. One of his hands rested on the small of your back, the other threading through your (H/C) hair. You arched your back, forcing your chest to rub up against him, making a small moan escape his lips.  

While the kiss was amazing, and breathtaking, the position was a little more than awkward. Your neck was getting sore from leaning so far back, and Remus’ back was starting to ache from hunching down so much.

You placed your hands on his chest and slowly started pushing him back, till the back of his legs his the wooden frame of the bed. You pulled away, before pushing him forcefully onto the bed, giggling at his little “Omf.” As he hit the mattress.

You crawled on top of him, almost acting as if you were drunk. You were most certainly drunk on Remus. He was your drug, and you were addicted.

You straddled his lap giggling slightly, before leaning down to kiss him firmly on the mouth. Your tongues were moving in a shared rhythm, instead of the normal fight for dominance that took place. You were both content with the peacefulness of the kiss. You pulled back lazily, looking down at Remus below you.

“Are you sure?” You ask, with a tone of concern. “We can stop now if you’re not comfortable.” You said, softly, while holding his hands, your fingers curling around his.

“(Y/N),” He said in the same voice as you, “I want this. I want to be with you. You are the only person I could ever see myself being with. I love you.” He said before quickly kissing you. “But are you sure that you want this?” He asked.

Instead of answering, you kissed him feverishly. He kissed you back, just as hard. Your hands found their way to the top buttons and you quickly unbuttoned the top three. You quickly pulled away, giggling a little. Your laughter died as soon as you noticed a large slash and most of it was obscured by the rest of his shirt.

You half smiled and placed a kiss on his neck, right below his ear. You nibbled at his earlobe, feeling him shiver below you. “You’re beautiful, Remus.” You whispered to him, before going back to kissing his neck. You placed butterfly kisses until you heard him moan softly. You smirked to yourself, before lightly sucking on the skin there, eliciting a louder moan from your boyfriend. You pulled away, and grinned at the mark you had left him. It wasn’t very visible, but it was enough of a warning to other people.

You kissed him on the lips again, before sitting back so that your bottom was resting on his hard-on. You smiled a bit at your heavily flushed boyfriend who was hiding his face with his arms. You snickered a bit at his embarrassment.

“Stop laughing.” He whined out. “It’s all your fault, you little minx.” He said, still hiding behind his arms. “It’s not funny.” He said, before moving his arms to rest on your hips.

“I wasn’t laughing at that.” You said, laughing even more at your mortified boyfriend. “I was laughing at how cute you are.” You said, booping his nose, before peppering kisses all over his face. “I love you.” You said, smiling at him.

He returned your smile. “I love you too.”

When he said that you both crashed your lips together for a passionate kiss. You were fighting aggressively to maintain dominance over him. Your hands slowly wandered down to where his shirt was. You slowly unbuttoned the rest of it, before pulling away from the kiss, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. He leaned up a little so that you could free him from his shirt.

You looked down at his chest and your heart filled with pain at seeing so many scars; records of how much pain he had ever been in. Without hesitating you leaned down and kissed across all of his scars. You placed feather kisses on all of them, and kissed the skin slowly.

“(Y/N).” Remus moaned out your name. You smiled up at him, before placing a kiss on his chin, and then again kissing down his chest. But this time, you were kissing every inch of available skin. You were reaching the dangerous territory of his waistband, and you could hear him take a sharp intake of breath.

You moved back, so that you were sitting on his thighs. You slowly moved both of your hands up over his crotch to the button of his jeans. You heard him breath in deeply and heard a low groan. You smirked internally before unbuttoning his pants at an agonizingly slow pace.

“(Y/N).” Remus groaned out. “Stop teasing me.” He said in a husky voice.

You responded by pulling down his pants. You stuck two fingers into the waistband of his boxers and released them hearing the elastic slap lightly against his skin. You heard his breathing pick up as you palmed him through his boxers, him grinding into your hand. His head fell back into the pillows, his eyes closed in ecstasy. You pulled away abruptly, his eyes opening, his dark irises looking slightly angry.

“(Y/N).” He growled out. “Please don’t stop, again.” He pleaded, his voice now sounding desperate.

You moved up again, so that you were sitting directly on his erection. “Patience.” You purred out, leaning down to nibble on his earlobe. You sat up, and rolled your hips a little to create some friction between the two of you, relishing in the moans you heard pass his delicious, plump lips. You slowly started to unbutton your school blouse. He was staring at you so intently, it made you bring your thighs closer together, causing you both to moan at the added friction. You had only unbuttoned half the shirt before you lost it and just pulled it off your head, very violantly, ripping off a few buttons. You threw it behind you, before leaning down to kiss Remus again.

He kissed you back just as eagerly, one of his arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you down onto him. His other hand moved up slowly up the your back, until it reached your bra. He unclipped it, and you both broke away momentarily so you could slide your bra off and throw it somewhere behind you. You went back to kissing him hungrily, a moan escaping your mouth as one of his hands cupped your right breast. You moved one of your hand to his brown hair, playing with it as you other hand slowly crept down his chest to palm him again. He moaned into your mouth, his hands going down to remove his boxers, yours removing your skirt and underwear, someone not breaking the kiss.

You ground your hips into his, slicking his hard cock up with your juices. As you pulled back from the kiss, Remus and your hand went down to guide his long member to your opening. You slowly slid down onto him, both of you moaning loudly. His hands moved to rest on your hips and your went to the middle of his chest to provide yourself support as you slowly moved up and down.

You threw your head back, your eyes closed as you moaned in pure bliss. You were surprised to feel him hitting a different angle and you opened your eyes to see Remus sitting up and his arms were wrapped around you. His mouth latched onto one of your nipples and you moaned at the heavenly feeling.

The room was filled with the sounds of moans and slapping of skin on skin. You felt your high coming on, and you brought one of your hands down to rub at your clit furiously.

“Remus, I’m close!”

“Ugh! Me too, baby!” He groaned out.

He started moving inhumanly fast. You screamed out his name as you went over the edge, and heard him come right after you. He drew out your orgasms, and when you were both completely finished you both smiled at each other before kissing each other. You both pulled away, and he took you of of his softening cock, and grabbed the covers pulling them over you two.

He pulled you into him, being the big spoon and placed a kiss on the top of your head.

“(Y/N)?” He asked.

“Hmm?” You hummed, half asleep and snuggling into him.

“I love you.” He whispered.

You smiled and mumbled incoherently, “I love you, too.”



A girly scream woke you and Remus up. You both sat up, and then you realized you were still naked so, you pulled covers closer to you, while Remus put an arm in front of you acting as a shield.

In front of the two of you were Sirius and James staring wide-eyed and looking traumatized. Well, Sirius looked more traumatized.

“You guys did it on my bed!?!?” He yelled, terrified.

Remus and you looked around, realizing that, infact you were not on Remus’ bed and you looked shocked.

“I’m sorry, Sirius!” You yelled frantically. “We didn’t know it was your bed!”

There was no point in denying what happened, so you were just freaking out.

“We’ll just go now.” James said awkwardly, dragging Sirius who was in mourning of his bedsheets. As they were walking away from the room, James yelled, “Hope you used protection! We don’t need a Miny Moony running around!”

“Remus.” You said, frozen in place even after they left.

“Yes, Sweetheart?” He asked, also frozen.

“I hate your friends.”

Little Do You Know

Originally posted by ilvermorny

(Request: Could you do an imagine where the reader has body image issues? I love your blog by the way.)

(Request: Can you do a newt x reader in which the reader is really struggling with her body image? If you don’t I understand I would just really appreciate it right now.)

(A/N: I tried my very best with this one, especially since I had two requests for it, which is why I took a really long time to fill it out! t I completely understand how someone can feel self conscious about themselves, (I know I do all the time,) and I hope this helps, even a tiny bit. I think you’re all amazing and beautiful, please don’t ever feel this way xx )

There were at least two things you knew you loved more than your entire life: Newt and his creatures. Obviously that didn’t’ mean you didn’t love other things, it’s just that you held those two things in your heart deeply.

You had met Newt in your third year at Hogwarts in your Defense Against the Dark Arts course, and at first things couldn’t have been more awkward.

Despite being a Hufflepuff, you were quite competitive, often trying to get the best of the Gryffindor’s and Ravenclaw’s, you even tried to out sass a Slytherin at one point. Needless to say when you were paired with a shy Newt, things couldn’t have been worse for you.

It wasn’t until you had the opportunity to really understand Newt, that you realized he was quite possibly the sweetest boy on this planet.

 You came to realize that Newt was just as brave as a Gryffindor, smart as a Ravenclaw, and as witty as a Slytherin; in fact, he often came to inspire you in many ways.

Needless to say, the both of you developed one of the sweetest and most meaningful friendships in your entire life; you couldn’t imagine a life without such a great friend.

Every time you felt upset with either a grade, or a nasty comment made by another student, or even with your own appearance, Newt was always there to make everything better. 

Normally he’d do his best to remind you of the amazing things you had accomplished in school and assure you that you had so much potential to do incredible things.

This being said, each time Newt was made fun of for being himself, you were always there to defend him, and of course, assure him that there was nothing better in the world, than him being himself.

Because the two of you were such good friends, it wasn’t odd for either of you to hear rumors about a potential romance between the both of you, however, instead of denying anything, Newt and you would simply giggle amongst yourselves; finding the entire situation funny.

When word got out that Newt had been expelled, you were crushed.

Sure, you carried on for the next few years with friends at your side, but it was difficult to really have fun when your best friend was gone. The times that you needed him were the worst however, especially when it came to any school event.

Despite you being very competitive at times, unfortunately, you were also a bit hard on yourself when it came to the way you looked, even more so when it came to other people viewing you.

Even though you came from a Magical lineage your parents were very strict when it came to appearances, so at a young age, you were accustomed to look your very best; no matter the circumstance.

But once you started attending Hogwarts and started to take on a bigger role within your courses, you often found it difficult to maintain such a polished look all the time- this is precisely where Newt would come in to help; but now that he was gone, your confidence started to fade rapidly. 

Approximately, it had roughly been about three years since you last saw Newt, and it had taken you by complete surprise when you heard someone greet you with such familiarity.

At first you couldn’t help but furrow your eyebrows at the honey haired man with a blue trenchcoat and a briefcase, as he waved at your cheerfully.

“It’s been a while!” he said again, his cheeks flushing. “How have you been?”

If it wasn’t for the man’s familiar hazel eyes, you would’ve completely missed the fact that Newt was currently standing in front of you- well, towering over you for that matter. “I-I’ve been fine,” you replied slowly, still in shock. “What about you, how have you been?”

Chuckling and running a hand through his hair, Newt pointed at his briefcase and shrugged, “I’ve been traveling,” he said, “met lot’s and lot’s of Magical Creatures.”

In that moment you remembered all of the conversations the both of you would have in private. 

Although Newt had a passion for his Care of Magical Creatures class, he was often afraid that other students might make fun of him for enjoying such a class.

Of course you never found it strange, in fact, you often encouraged Newt to pursue that career choice, but he would shrug and blush furiously, saying that he was never going to actually be able to do such things.

“I’m so happy for you!” you replied with a large grin on your face, “I always knew you could do it.”

“Well,” continued Newt, with an almost sheepish look on his face, “after my- eh- absence from Hogwarts, things were a bit difficult. But I would always remember your encouragements, and if truth be told, that’s what really gave me the courage to do this.”

You stared at Newt, needless to say, with a shocked look on your face, your own ears tinted red. In all your years, you had never, ever, heard anyone say such thing to you, and if you were honest, the feeling felt incredible.

“I’m glad I could help.” you replied wholeheartedly.

Your meeting with Newt was certainly one to remember-until he thought it would be a good idea to invite you to a formal gathering with all sorts of Magizoologists from all over the world.

Currently, clothes were flying in all directions. One look at your room would have given even the most prestigious Drama Queen a nightmare. 

“I can’t believe that I finally see Newt again- and I have nothing to bloody wear!” you thought to yourself angrily as you grimaced at the simple blue fabric that covered your hand.

After what seemed like forever, you stared at yourself in the mirror, inspecting every single inch of your body in full detail. 

Within every passing inch you couldn’t help but feel disgusted with what you saw, there was either too much or too little flab all over, you were unproportioned, and the very image of it drove you insane. 

In fact, you were so preoccupied with judging everything in sight, you completely missed when Newt knocked on your door all three times. Even when he took out his wand and whispered “Alohamora.” under his breath, you didn’t budge.

It was only until you head Newt gasp, (Y/n)! You look incredible!” did you notice him. You jumped a bit, completely unaware Newt was standing there in a black suit with his signature briefcase at his side.

“I-I’m sorry if I startled you,” he said apologetically, raising his hands in defense, “I knocked and I couldn’t hear anything coming from inside your apartment- and I got a bit worried.”

Chuckling nervously, you shook your head in understanding. “It’s alright Newt, really, but uh- I really don’t feel like going anymore,” you explained sadly; the sinking feeling in your heart worsening when Newt’s face fell.

“Why not?”

“I just-” you started to explain, but faltered. How on earth could you potentially explain to someone as amazing as Newt that you didn’t feel like going anymore because whenever you saw a glimpse of your reflection, the mere look of it made you want to gag.

“I just don’t think I’m polished enough to go.” you concluded, hanging your head.

Furrowing his eyebrows, you noticed Newt staring at you up and down, and then circling you, almost like how an animal would. “You’re plenty polished to go.” Newt retorted.

In response, you shook your head once more, “Of course you’d say that, you’re my best friend, you’re supposed to say that.”

“That’s hardly the case,” replied Newt again as he stared at you with his big hazel eyes. “Even if I didn’t know you, it’s not about being polished. I know you’re scared of the way you look, and I know you don’t like it-” continued Newt as you looked down, not daring to meet his eyes.

“-but there’s more than one way of being beautiful, and you want to know what the best part of that is? You shine, regardless of the way you’re using. You might not think you’re polished enough- but little do you know, you’d brighten up any room you walked in.”