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Newt Scamander X Reader – Only Friend Part 1 of 3

Description – The reader meets Newt in their first year at Hogwarts and their friendship goes through the years at school.

A/N – I was up at 5AM with this in my head and I finished it at 10AM but then I had to go to work so I couldn’t upload it till now. 8 pages long, so proud. I’m thinking of doing a part 2 with the ball itself, what do y’all think?

Warnings – None.

Rating – T

Link to Part 2 - http://writeyouin.tumblr.com/post/153880534952/newt-scamander-x-reader-only-friend-part-2

Link to Part 3 - http://writeyouin.tumblr.com/post/154508514882/newt-scamander-x-reader-only-friend-part-3-of-3


First Year

Your heavy bag weighed you down as you pelted down yet another identical hallway to your next Charms class. If you didn’t hurry, then you would most certainly be late once again and that was something that you really couldn’t afford right now. You constantly tried to be a good student but with all the moving staircases, trick doors, and such, it really didn’t take much to disorient a clumsy student such as yourself.

As time marched forward, you pressed on, struggling to keep pace as you ran out of breath. It was when you ran around a corner that you slammed into another student. Both his books and yours skidded across the stone floor.

“S-sorry.” The boy stuttered, hurrying to reach his scattered notes with shaking hands.

“No, it was my fault, I’m sorry.” You apologised, helping gather everything up, no longer caring if you were late to your lesson; you had always been raised to believe that if you created a mess then you should stop and help fix it.

The boy couldn’t find the words to respond. Nobody had ever apologised to him before, mainly because they all found him to be weird. It surely meant that you didn’t know who he was then because no one in their right mind would apologise to the “Freak of Hogwarts” Newt Scamander.

You looked down to his books, the main titles were ones such as, “The Heroism of Killing a Creature” by Vladimir Greystock, “The Only Uses of Animal Parts” by Henrietta Bagmiles, and “The Trapping of Magical Creatures” by Elie & Brunhilda Gardham.

“Jeez, that’s a lotta books about killing creatures. Why do you want to hunt them so badly?”

Newt was taken aback by the question, it meant that unlike the other students, you really didn’t know who he was or about his interest in preserving the lives of magical creatures, “I- I don’t. I-it’s just that the material on magical c-creatures is somewhat sparse and the only people who know w-where they are do so b-because they h-hunt them. I-I-I’m going to change that.”

It was only after the bold statement that Newt lost his little confidence again, he was awaiting the taunting laughter, name calling, or some other such manner of teasing; perhaps a hex or jelly-legs jinx of some form.

“Wow,” you beamed a toothy grin, “That’s really cool. I’m (Y/N).”

You stuck out your hand, Newt recoiled momentarily, wary of some new form of prank. You waited patiently and after about a minute he gently grasped your hand, you shook it heartily. For a fleeting second Newt dared to look you in the eye, he was astounded when he found your gaze to hold no malice or contempt, just genuine happiness that he had shook your hand.

“So, do you have a name or am I stuck to calling you new friend?”

“F-friend?”

“Yep, we shook on it, didn’t we?”

“R-right. I’m Newt Scamander.”

“Newt? That’s a funny name.”

“F-funny?”

“Yeah, I like it though. Muggles don’t have names like that, but I’m finding that a lot of witches and wizards have great names like that.”

“You’re muggle-born?”

You nodded, unashamed, despite some of the mean comments you had received due to your heritage; it seemed that you were one of only a small handful of muggle students, perhaps that would one day change.

“It’s okay though,” You beamed with pride, “because I’m in Hufflepuff and they haven’t had much to say about it. Hey, check out your tie, I guess you’re in Hufflepuff too. How come I haven’t seen you in the common room before?”

“Oh, I um, I usually spend time in the l-library. S-so who bullies you? Is it the S-slytherins?”

“Hmm, no, not in particular. It’s mostly Gryffindors, I guess all that bravery gives them something to hide behind. We’ll see how they hide from a good hit in the nose though, see ‘em try to magic their way out of that. Say, are we going to just sit on the floor and talk or are we going to head somewhere comfier? How about the common room?”

Newt swallowed, he had never had a friend, not even one in his own house. If you were truly his friend then surely, he could confide something, albeit something small, other things would come later, “I don’t f-find the common room to be all that c-comfortable.”

“Oh… Well how about the owlery? Since you like animals so much. I’d say the paddock but I’m not supposed to be seen right now, seeing how I’m accidentally missing class right now, never mind though. Better to ask forgiveness than permission.”

“Okay… The owlery then.”


Second Year

It had taken almost an entire year but Newt finally stopped stuttering around you. Mostly. To say he had a small crush on you would be an understatement. He adored the way you listened to all his ramblings, even when they just tapered off into a comfortable silence. Then there was the way you always remained loyal to him despite what the others told you about his strange ways, although he wished you weren’t so confrontational about it. Once someone had cursed him with a spell that made him trip into the mud whenever he tried to walk. By the time you found him, there was quite a crowd gathered and you had received a detention for punching the boy who had done it as well as throwing his wand into the lake; it took the teaches quite the effort to convince the merpeople to give it back. Another thing that added to Newt’s adoration of you was the many times you’d covered for him with the other teachers; Newt would often wander into the Forbidden Forest until the late hours of the night, it was at these times that you would create some excuse of where he really was or what he was doing.

As a way of thanks, Newt had taken you to the Forbidden Forest more than once to show you some of the creatures he had met. On occasion, you would help him build nests for the various unusual creatures that inhabited it. You even sometimes helped write notes on the creatures’ behaviours and lifestyles.

Newt couldn’t tell you his feelings of course. If he did that would surely be the end of him. He expected that a hole would appear on the ground to swallow him up; after all, stranger things had been known to happen.

“Newt?” You approached him in the owlery, disrupting his many wonderings.

“(Y/N)!” He squeaked, falling off the wall he had been perched on.

You snickered, offering a hand to help your fallen comrade.

“W-what are you doing here?”

“I looked for you in the paddock but you weren’t there so I rushed over here instead.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re my friend and today’s super important.”

“It is?”

You eyed up Newt incredulously, “Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten.”

“Forgotten what?”

You shook your head in disbelief, then pulled a card out of your cloak, “Happy Birthday Newt.” You rejoiced loudly, sending a couple of the owls into a panicked frenzy.

Fresh tears hit the back of Newt’s eyes as he took the card with tentative hands. He never made much of a fuss on his birthday since nobody else did, you on the other hand had been planning the day for months, awaiting it with eager anticipation.

“Come on, open it, open it, open it.” You bounced up and down on the spot.

Newt did and found a card with a Beagle puppy in a party hat with a colourful ‘Happy Birthday’ at the top. The inside had a crudely drawn stick figure with the word ‘Bowtruckle’ written next to it, followed by lots of X’s.

“(Y/N)…” Newt was almost speechless. “It’s lovely, thank you. I-I think it’s broken though, the- the pictures aren’t moving.”

“Oh, yeah, that’s supposed to be like that. Muggle cards don’t move.”

“Oh, right.” Sometimes Newt tended to forget that you were muggle born, “Hey um, what are the X’s?”

“They’re kisses, silly.”

“K-Kisses!”

“Yep,” You continued, oblivious to the Newt’s growing panic, as well as the red spreading over his cheeks that wildly contrasted his ashy brown hair, “We put them in our cards when we’re friends or family with people. Don’t wizards do that?”

“I-I-I’m not entirely sure. I d-don’t often s-send cards.”

“Hey, you’re stuttering, are you okay? Oh, are you unwell?”

You placed your hand on Newt’s forehead. He backed up as far as he could against the wall, leaning as far as he could. “Come on Newt, stay still, you’re too tall for me to reach up there.” You pandered, “If you’re unwell it’s okay, we can go to the hospital wing.”

“I-I’m fine, I just liked the card, that’s all.” Newt’s voice was still fairly squeaky until you relented and backed off, giving him some room to breathe.

“Alright. Oh, I need to give you your gift.”

“Y-you got me a gift?”

“Of course I did, now close your eyes, I left it at the bottom of the stairs so you wouldn’t see it.”

Newt did as ordered while you hefted his gift up the spiral staircase. You set the gift down in front of him with a light thud. “I uh, couldn’t find anything to wrap it in,” You stated, “but you can open your eyes now.”

Once again, Newt followed your instruction. In front of him sat a brown suitcase. He reached out for it delicately, stroking the smooth leather in awe, “(Y/N), it’s beautiful.”

While Newt truly did find it to be the best thing he had ever received, he would have said the same thing about any item presented to him by you, even if it were just a leaf you liked; any gift from you was sure to be precious.

“That’s not the best part.” You twitched excitedly. “It’s enchanted, you can climb in it and everything. Not sure why you would, but you never know. It’s so you can travel like you wanted. I know you can’t really use it now but when you’re older you can go everywhere and have enough room to keep, like an entire house in there. There’s even a muggle mode so they won’t catch on.”

Newt looked up to you guiltily, “(Y/N)… Those kinds of enchantments don’t come cheap… How much did you-”

“Not another word Scamander, this is my gift to you – no returns or exchanges. The cost doesn’t matter.” You folded your arms to show that you meant it. It truly didn’t matter that you’d saved up for the better part of a year to buy him the gift, your logic being that you didn’t have any other friends to buy for since they avoided you because of Newt.

“Thank you (Y/N), thank you.”

Newt wanted to hug you for the thoughtful gift, instead he reached out, unsure of what to do, pulled back his hand temporarily, then settled for patting your shoulder awkwardly. You smiled brightly, as far as you were concerned Newt had practically jumped on you in his own way; any form of contact was his very own, anxious way of showing affection.


Third Year

Newt searched the castle grounds frantically for you. He had heard about a particularly rough interaction between you and another student over your muggle heritage and although the stories of what had happened changed between each passing student, one thing was for sure, you hadn’t come out on top.

“Excuse me. Pardon me. Please let me through.” Newt rushed past the milling students, searching over the tops of their heads in the hope of finding the merest glimpse of you.

“Oy, creature lover, looking for that filthy excuse of a date you have?” A Slytherin heckled, much to the delight of several other students.

Newt froze in front of the Slytherin, wishing that he could be braver or even simply look the other student in the eye, “(S)he’s not my- Never mind… W-where i-is (s)he?”

The student sneered, proceeding to take the mick out of Newt’s stutter, “T-t-try the b-b-b-broom closet where all the l-l-losers b-b-belong.”

Newt rushed to the nearest broom closet where he could hear you whimpering from within. The throng of students had since dispersed, each heading to their own classes.

“(Y/N), is that you in there?” Newt called through the door.

“Go away.” You yelled through a muffled sob.

“(Y/N), please come out. At least tell me what happened, please? I promise there’s no one else here, it’s just me.”

“No. Go away Newt. I don’t want to talk.”

“I’m not leaving (Y/N), not until you tell me what happened.”

There was a long pause before you answered. “I lied to you.”

“About what?”

“Every time I said it didn’t hurt when I got called names. Why does it even matter what my parents are? WHY DOES EVERYONE HATE MUGGLES?”

“… I don’t hate muggles. In fact, I think muggles are wonderful. (Y/N), I’ve seen you fight your way through three years of this, whatever’s happened now can’t be too bad really can it. Now come on, come out here.”

“I’m not coming out.”

“Then let me in.” The words came out as a frantic plea.

There was no sound for what felt to Newt like an eternity, during which he feared he had lost you. Then, much to his relief, he heard the latch click open. When Newt entered, he slammed the door behind him, locking it as promised. The second he saw your face he knew the reason you were so upset. Words such as ‘freak’, ‘pathetic’, ‘worthless’, and worst of all ‘mudblood’ were scrawled over every inch of your face with a scabbing spell; the resulting scabs leaving trails of blood mixed with tears down your previously smooth skin.

“Oh (Y/N).” Newt whispered, reaching out cautiously.

The gentle tone of his voice brought on a fresh bout of tears, you collapsed into his arms. Newt held you tightly against him, slowly lowering himself and you to the floor while you wept. For once in his life, Newt never had to wonder what to do or how to do it, the time spent with his animals had taught him to gently stroke your hair and whisper soothingly.

It was after that day that you allowed yourself to be more vulnerable around Newt, so long as it was just him. In those moments, Newt was always a natural at calming you down and cheering you up with various random facts.


Fourth Year

When the fourth year rolled in, the school announced that the fourth years and above would be taking part in a Christmas Ball.

Ever since the announcement students had flocked to their sweethearts to ask them out and in truth you yourself had received a few surprising invites; each of which you’d turned down in the hopes that Newt would ask you.

Newt had spent endless nights pacing around the empty common room thinking of ways he could ask you to the ball without stuttering or messing the thing up entirely. Should he ask you as a friend even though he wanted to be so much more? If he asked you would he be too scared to dance, to touch you? Would you kiss him? Would you punch him? Could he be bold? Was it wrong to ask by owl? There were simply too many unforeseen possibilities, too many questions. As such, he left it, convincing himself that he would ask you the next time he saw you; it was always ‘next time.’

The days rolled by, turning into weeks. Most students already had their dates, outfits, and entire evenings planned out and you were still alone, hanging your hopes on Newt. You had long since caught onto his crush on you, he was hardly subtle about it, and from your long time spent with him you definitely had feelings for him in return.

One week away from the ball you were lying awake in your dormitory when you heard a crash from the common room, followed by a muffled “Bugger.” You grinned, getting up from bed to find Newt; it was honestly a miracle that he hadn’t woke any of the other students or if he had then they didn’t care enough to check out the source of the sound.

When you reached the common room, you saw that Newt had tripped over one of the many throw pillows left by the other students.

“Lumos.” You whispered, summoning a bright light from your wand.

Newt shifted backwards, tripping into a yellow beanbag with a mumbled “Oh dear.”

“Newt, calm down, it’s just me.”

“(Y/N)? Oh, thank God, I thought I was going to get in trouble for being out past curfew.”

“Yeah well… Hang on, what happened to your shirt? Jeez Newt, you’re bleeding. Give me a sec.”

You cast your wand around the room, lighting the candles and bringing light the room once more. Upon closer inspection, you saw that Newt’s hair was dishevelled, he was covered in dried mud, and that three large gashes ran from his neck to his stomach; fortunately, they weren’t too deep.

You sighed despondently. During your years with Newt, you had become handy with medicinal magic, learning it after you’d seen his other injuries. Some had left scars where you had been too inexperienced or had done a quick patch job but more often than not you had healed him to perfection.

“Alright,” you nodded, “Take off your shirt, let me see what I’m working with here.”

Newt turned crimson, averting his gaze from you. Although you had seen it all before he still got embarrassed every time you had to treat one of his injuries; mainly because it usually involved him removing an article of clothing. Nevertheless, he did as instructed, removing his tattered shirt and getting up to sit on the desk chair where you usually treated him.

“How’d it happen this time?” you asked, stroking lightly at the edge of the first scratch with your thumb to see how deep it truly was.

“Just found out that you need to bow to a hippogriff first. Didn’t get away in time.” Newt muttered in response.

“Ah, I see. Was it Jerry?” You summoned a sponge and water from across the room to clean the wound before healing it.

“J-Jerry?” Newt stuttered, trying not to focus on the shivers your warm touch brought.

“Black one with white tips, when we were watching them I named her Jerry.”

“N-no. I-it was the g-g-grey one with s-speckles.”

“Ah, that would be Wilson. Hmm?” You grunted.

“What is it? What’s wrong?”

“I could use Terago to stop any further bleeding but healing this is tricky, maybe if I combine it with… Yes, that should do it.”

You pointed your wand to the injury, “Terago,” the remaining blood cleared away, “Episkey. Reparifors.”

As suspected, the three spells combined worked to a positive effect, leaving only sore red marks where the gashes had been.

“Alrighty then,” you grinned proudly, “you are good to go Mr Scamander.”

“(Y/N) wait,” Newt shot up off the chair, finally ready to ask you the question that had been weighing on him for weeks. “I know a few people have already a-asked you but i-if you h-haven’t answered them yet then m-maybe y-you could t-tell me, w-would you p-please… um, would y-you uh… lend me y-your potions homework.” He finished lamely, mentally cursing himself for being such a cowardly fool.

You released the breath you’d been holding, shaking your head with a weak smile; clearly you were going to have to take the upper hand. “Sure. By the way, I have something to ask you.”

“What?” he sighed dejectedly, still disappointed in his failure.

“Would you like to go to the Christmas Ball with me?”

“What?! No!”

You raised your eyebrows, “No?”

“Not no. I mean yes but… Oh God I ruined it. I was supposed to ask you and then you did and this is all my fault. I couldn’t just get the courage to ask you because then it would have been perfect and everything would have been-”

You could have watched Newt babble the night away but you decided to end his suffering quickly, “Newt, sweetie, calm down. It really doesn’t matter who asks who, does it?”

“Well… No, I suppose not.”

“So? Is it a yes?”

Newt reached out to hug you, barely hesitating at all now, “Yes.”

Posting my defence of Robert again, in response to someone calling him “evil”:

I think the important thing with soaps is they’re so long running you really need to know characters back-stories to properly understand them, and with someone like Robert who has been in the show since HIS BIRTH almost 30 years ago, that’s a lot of back story!

Robert is a lot of things but he is not evil.

Robert’s mum died when he was a baby. His dad remarried, Sarah, who raised him as her own. She was his mum in every sense. Then his parents took in another child, Andy, who basically became the favourite. Then Andy burnt down a barn with their mum inside it (he didn’t know this, but still).

So this boy, Robert’s rival in many sense, killed their mother. And still in the years that followed he was seen as the golden boy. When Andy found out about Robert’s affair with Katie, he tried to murder Robert - but shot their dad instead!!!!

And what did Jack do after nearly being murdered by his own son? Protect him. Robert was still seen as the bad guy.
And how Robert left in 2005…he was only a teenager still, but his rivalry with Andy reached a deadly climax when they played chicken - driving their cars straight at each other. And Andy had a passenger!!!! And Max was killed. So Andy played this dangerous game while somebody else was in the car with him, and what did Jack do when he arrived at the scene? Banished Robert. Told him to leave and never come back.

If that shit doesn’t screw up someone, I don’t know what will. Also, as we learnt on Rob’s return, there was obviously a battle with his sexuality on top of that too. We haven’t learnt too much about what happened in those nine years Robert was away, but I think that could be really telling too.

Robert has done some awful things and nothing excuses that. But so has basically everyone else on the show - including Aaron.

Aaron is NOT perfect. As recently as Christmas he battered someone around the head while robbing a warehouse. He beat Paddy to a pulp for questioning him about his sexuality. He has been rude and obnoxious and aggressive to basically everyone in the village at one point or another. He got involved in dodgy shit even though he had a record and could end up back in prison at any time.

But we know (especially now) why Aaron is like this. And if we’re going to get technical, Robert’s brother ANDY has done worse things that him. Besides killing his mother (although an accident), he nearly killed his dad and physically abused his wife. NOT TO MENTION making a deal with Ross to MURDER THEIR BROTHERS.

Robert didn’t mean to kill Katie. Technically he didn’t, he pushed her, she fell over, and it just so happened the floor broke underneath her. There was no investigation into her death because it was clearly an accident. Yeah, his actions afterwards weren’t cool but he panicked.

The Chas/hit man stuff was fucked up, soapy shit. I think everyone has just erased that from memory because it was so stupid. I think the show has too because there has literally been no reference to this since. The Paddy stuff turned out worse than intended, I don’t believe that Robert tried to put Paddy in any real danger, but just to give him a bit of a scare and it went wrong because Paddy is stupid LOL. But he went to save him until he realised someone else would save him instead. Robert had no intention of killing Paddy.

The lodge shit was awful but I also think it proved how fucked up and unhinged Robert is. Like proper screwed up. If anyone cared about him enough to question his mental health, they would try to get him some help/therapy, because the boy is a mess. He’d basically been made to feel second best, most of his life, to his brother who was excused every time he had a mistake (even fatal ones!) I also believe that Robert’s struggle with his sexuality was about Jack too.

But since Robert was shot he has been a different person. He has shown nothing but remorse for everything bad he has done, and he is more accepting of himself and his feelings - especially his sexuality and his feelings for Aaron. What we have seen of him over the past month, him noticing Aaron was suffering when nobody else did, and looking after him non stop since, has been precious. Sleeping on the cold hard floor just so Aaron isn’t alone. Vowing to look after Aaron’s business while he’s away. Pledging his love and support while respecting Aaron’s space. Actually listening to Aaron more so than anyone else.

Robert has done some nasty shit, but it’s all the result of the fact that deep down he’s just a messed up little boy who just wanted his dad to love him.
But basically everyone else on the show has done fucked up things. I remember when Nicola first came back into the show she had married an old man and was planning on killing him to get his inheritance! (Or something…it was a long time ago LOL) but now she’s this comedy character!!

In soaps there are some things you just have to sort of erase, and that sort of erase themselves (*cough* Chas and the hitman *cough*). Everything else should be taken into consideration with the characters history.

Touch

Multiple requests for this, hope you like!

“See, now is this so bad?” Hoseok asked, he was currently hugging Jungkook in the dorms tightly as possible.

Jungkook squirmed, he tried to tolerate the feeling but it made him feel trapped.

“Okay, let go now.” Jungkook said pulling away.

“You didn’t even stay a minute!” Hoseok protested, “C’mon you know you have to get more comfortable for our fan meeting tomorrow.”

“Sorry, hyung.” Jungkook apologized, “They should have picked someone else to be maknae.”

Maknaes were supposed to be cute and cuddly; Jungkook wasn’t. In fact he really didn’t like at all, he always got antsy and uncomfortable whenever people tried to hug him for too long.

“Jungkook, just try again,” Hoseok urged and opened his arms, “Pretty please.”

“Hyung,” Jungkook protested.

Jungkook turned around to ignore him but Hoseok rushed forward and enveloped him into a tight back hug. Jungkook felt the panic rise in his chest and he desperately tried Hoseok off. At first Hoseok only tightened his hold but he quickly let go when he realized how upset Jungkook was getting.

“We’ll try again tomorrow.” Hoseok told him patiently although he couldn’t completely hide the disappointment in his voice.

Jungkook wasn’t getting better at this at all. If he acted like that in front of the audience, they would be viewed as an incohesive group and that would make the audience less likely to become their fans. Namjoon had put Hoseok in charge of getting the maknae to ‘be more maknae like’ as their publicist put it. Jimin and Taehyung were helping as well but the ultimate responsibility was put on him and he didn’t want to disappoint.

Jungkook returned to the bedroom and sat down on his bed. It was only ten seconds before he was tackled to the floor. As he wrestled his attacker Jungkook realized there were two; Jimin and Taehyung. He put forth his energy to try to get them off but wasn’t successful.

“Alright guys, you win,” Jungkook admitted defeat, “Seriously, get off of me!”

When they didn’t Jungkook decided to resort to drastic measures and began to pinch them. Jimin and Taehyung yelped in pain and quickly rolled off of Jungkook.

“Ow, that wasn’t very nice!” Taehyung complained.

“You should have gotten off of me like I asked,” Jungkook countered.

“Okay, okay take it easy,” Jimin held up his hands, “You don’t have to be touchy about this.”

“Or not touchy.” Taehyung muttered.

Before Jungkook could retort in anger, Jimin decided to surrender.

“We are all a little tense because we are going to perform and we want to impress the audience,” Jimin said, “I think we need to drop this for now; worry about it for the next event instead. You aren’t going to get better in less than 24 hours, Jungkook.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” Jungkook agreed/

He didn’t want to disappoint everyone and the other members hadn’t seen him not naturally achieve something and he was embarrassed; especially since nobody else seem to struggle like he did with something considered so simple. He got up and made his way to the kitchen when he heard Namjoon and one of their PR staff speaking.

“Look, as time goes on it doesn’t matter if he’s cutesy or not,” PR told Namjoon, “At that point fans will consider every action he does cute. But for now he needs to be the most adorable thing on the planet.”

“But he is actually cute, like really cute, he’s super sweet but he’s shy.” Jin explained, “It didn’t take long at all for us to realize that. The audience will too.”

“An audience who isn’t even a fan yet will not read too deeply into one person.” PR snapped, “A lot of fans believe that the maknae member, no matter the age difference, but the bigger ones especially have to have a cuteness about them that the others do not. They need to be seen as innocent and sweet; that means a lot of fan service. From what I have seen of his fan-service skills, there better be some vast improvement.”

“He is innocent and sweet though, Sir, we’ve already told you this.” Jin argued.

“We tried to help him Sir, but it is difficult, he’s just uncomfortable right now.” Namjoon defended, “He will show some improvement I’m sure but it won’t be as drastic as you want it to be.”

“If he can’t do anything else,” PR sighed, “Have him give puppy eyes at them, his big eyes will charm some people.”

Jungkook felt his stomach drop, he didn’t want to disappoint everyone and he wanted to make fans for Bangtan. He wouldn’t let them down, he would let all of his reservations go and impress everyone. He just had to.

————-

Jungkook rushed out off the stage and past the waiting staff. He flung off his microphone into the staffs’ waiting hands and took off all of the jewelry that the stylists had put on him. He preceded to walk briskly down the bright hallway. He needed to get away from all the people, the staff, the members, the fans, who were all touching him and crowding him. He rubbed his neck trying to get rid of the feeling of the arms that an audience member had put around his neck and freaking refused to let go. The loud screams of the unexpected adoration of the new fans still rang in his ears. Instead of celebrating the success, like the other members were; he was battling a panic attack. He stopped at a door that read ‘cleaning closet’ and tried the knob to see if it was locked; it was. He cursed.

“Kookie!” Hoseok shouted from down the hall the other members behind him, “You were great! Holy shit, that was so unexpected!”

Jungkook tried to regulate his breathing to a calmer pace but it wasn’t very successful.

“Jungkook, what’s wrong?” Jimin asked.

Jungkook shook his head and kept it down; he didn’t want to have to explain. But when Hoseok attempted to hug him, Jungkook pushed him off. He gripped his arms so hard that the skin broke underneath his nails.

“It’s okay guys, I’ll take care of this.” Jin told the rest and shooing them off.

Jungkook relaxed slightly when he was no longer crowded. He dropped his arms to his sides and leaned against the wall.

“Kookie, what’s wrong?” Jin asked kindly, “Sh, it’s okay.”

“I can’t handle this!” Jungkook exclaimed, “Everyone was just got too close and I couldn’t keep track of who was touching me and I-I-I”

“Aw you shouldn’t have to feel that way,” Jin sympathized, “Not everyone is a big fan of hugging and stuff.”

He took Jungkook’s hand and lead him to the waiting room where the other members and staff were. When they entered, the rest of Bangtan had been sitting on and around the couch and they looked at the duo expectantly. Jin clapped his hands to get everyone’s attention.

“Listen up, please, it has been stated on numerous occasions that Jungkook needs to be more touchy and maknae-like.” Jin stated, “First off he is maknae like because he is the maknae. Second, I will be in charge of helping Jungkook, because although the other members were trying to be helpful, they do not have a subtle bone in their bodies. Instead of making Jungkook comfortable you guys were scaring him. Third, I don’t think we have to consider helping Jungkook a project or a burden; it’s just going to happen naturally with time.”

“What are you talking about hyung, I’m subtle.” Hoseok protested loudly.

“Clearly he’s doing something right though.” Yoongi said, with a pained face, and holding his hand over his ear.

Jungkook looked around confused for a moment before he realized that he was holding Jin’s hand and not uncomfortable about it at all.

——

Months Later

“Let’s go hyung!” Jungkook exclaimed while smacking Yoongi on the rear.

“Ow not so hard!” Yoongi complained, “Watch your strength, kid.”

“But you’re so slow!” Jimin teased, “Hurry up, we’re starving.”

“You have to wait anyway for me!” Jin called holding up the bag of food.

“Please, hyung,” Jungkook leaned on him, “Please!”

Jin laughed and handed him the bag and Jungkook, Hoseok Jimin, and Taehyung raced to the dorm to eat.

“They better save some for the rest of us.”

Shokugeki no Souma MBTI

Souma Yukihira - ENTP

Originally posted by stupid-brat

Quick, ingenious, stimulating, alert, and outspoken. Resourceful in solving new and challenging problems. Adept at generating conceptual possibilities and then analyzing them strategically. Good at reading other people. Bored by routine, will seldom do the same thing the same way, apt to turn to one new interest after another.

Megumi Tadokoro - INFP

Originally posted by maddie-neko

Idealistic, loyal to their values and to people who are important to them. Want an external life that is congruent with their values. Curious, quick to see possibilities, can be catalysts for implementing ideas. Seek to understand people and to help them fulfill their potential. Adaptable, flexible, and accepting unless a value is threatened.

Erina Nakiri - INTJ 

Originally posted by javierdanger

Have original minds and great drive for implementing their ideas and achieving their goals. Quickly see patterns in external events and develop long-range explanatory perspectives. When committed, organize a job and carry it through. Skeptical and independent, have high standards of competence and performance - for themselves and others.

Hisako Arato - ESFJ 

Originally posted by kuroijuryoku

Warmhearted, conscientious, and cooperative. Want harmony in their environment, work with determination to establish it. Like to work with others to complete tasks accurately and on time. Loyal, follow through even in small matters. Notice what others need in their day-by-day lives and try to provide it. Want to be appreciated for who they are and for what they contribute.

Alice Nakiri - ESFP 

Originally posted by kikiseiiran

Outgoing, friendly, and accepting. Exuberant lovers of life, people, and material comforts. Enjoy working with others to make things happen. Bring common sense and a realistic approach to their work, and make work fun. Flexible and spontaneous, adapt readily to new people and environments. Learn best by trying a new skill with other people.

Ryou Kurokiba - ISTP

Originally posted by tearbender

Tolerant and flexible, quiet observers until a problem appears, then act quickly to find workable solutions. Analyze what makes things work and readily get through large amounts of data to isolate the core of practical problems. Interested in cause and effect, organize facts using logical principles, value efficiency.

Ikumi Mito - ESTP 

Originally posted by seieiryu

Flexible and tolerant, they take a pragmatic approach focused on immediate results. Theories and conceptual explanations bore them - they want to act energetically to solve the problem. Focus on the here-and-now, spontaneous, enjoy each moment that they can be active with others. Enjoy material comforts and style. Learn best through doing.

Takumi Aldini - ISFJ 

Originally posted by fabelyn

Quiet, friendly, responsible, and conscientious. Committed and steady in meeting their obligations. Thorough, painstaking, and accurate. Loyal, considerate, notice and remember specifics about people who are important to them, concerned with how others feel. Strive to create an orderly and harmonious environment at work and at home.

Akira Hayama - ISTJ

Quiet, serious, earn success by thoroughness and dependability. Practical, matter-of-fact, realistic, and responsible. Decide logically what should be done and work toward it steadily, regardless of distractions. Take pleasure in making everything orderly and organized - their work, their home, their life. Value traditions and loyalty.

Jouichirou Yukihira - ENFP

Originally posted by shokugekis

Warmly enthusiastic and imaginative. See life as full of possibilities. Make connections between events and information very quickly, and confidently proceed based on the patterns they see. Want a lot of affirmation from others, and readily give appreciation and support. Spontaneous and flexible, often rely on their ability to improvise and their verbal fluency.

Hinako Inui - ISFP

Originally posted by ryou-chann

Quiet, friendly, sensitive, and kind. Enjoy the present moment, what’s going on around them. Like to have their own space and to work within their own time frame. Loyal and committed to their values and to people who are important to them. Dislike disagreements and conflicts, do not force their opinions or values on others.

Kojirou Shinomiya - ESTJ

Originally posted by shokugekis

Practical, realistic, matter-of-fact. Decisive, quickly move to implement decisions. Organize projects and people to get things done, focus on getting results in the most efficient way possible. Take care of routine details. Have a clear set of logical standards, systematically follow them and want others to also. Forceful in implementing their plans.

Gin Dōjima - ENTJ  

Frank, decisive, assume leadership readily. Quickly see illogical and inefficient procedures and policies, develop and implement comprehensive systems to solve organizational problems. Enjoy long-term planning and goal setting. Usually well informed, well read, enjoy expanding their knowledge and passing it on to others. Forceful in presenting their ideas.

Zenji Marui - INTP 

Originally posted by shokugekis

Seek to develop logical explanations for everything that interests them. Theoretical and abstract, interested more in ideas than in social interaction. Quiet, contained, flexible, and adaptable. Have unusual ability to focus in depth to solve problems in their area of interest. Skeptical, sometimes critical, always analytical.

Fumio Daimidō - INFJ

Seek meaning and connection in ideas, relationships, and material possessions. Want to understand what motivates people and are insightful about others. Conscientious and committed to their firm values. Develop a clear vision about how best to serve the common good. Organized and decisive in implementing their vision.

Ryōko Sakaki - ENFJ

Warm, empathetic, responsive, and responsible. Highly attuned to the emotions, needs, and motivations of others. Find potential in everyone, want to help others fulfill their potential. May act as catalysts for individual and group growth. Loyal, responsive to praise and criticism. Sociable, facilitate others in a group, and provide inspiring leadership.



Comment: Finally typing one of my favorites anime atm! (since nobody else did). It was never easy while watching the anime, so I decided to read the manga to find out about the other characters which haven´t appeared yet! I also decided to improve my way of presenting my MBTI-typing.

#RIPDUSTYRHODES

MsCharlotteWWE: “I’ve wined and dined with kings and queens… And I’ve slept in alleys and ate pork and beans!” ♥

WWE_Murphy: So saddened by the passing of the #AmericanDream @WWEDustyRhodes - He was an amazing person with an amazing mind! He made #NXT so great!

wwemarcuslouis:  Wow,such sad news today. Dusty Rhodes passed away…RIP Dream…

BaronCorbinWWE: I’m speechless hearing about the passing of @WWEDustyRhodes he has been an amazing mentor to me, and was an unbelievable person to be around.

WWEAaLLday21: @WWEDustyRhodes Im going to miss u so much. My mentor & my biggest advocate… Words can’t express how I feel. Just Thank you.

ScottDawsonWWE:  I’m speechless. RIP to a mentor, legend, & hero. There will never be another like you. #AmericanDream #DustyRhodes 

FightOwensFight: There are no words that can express the sadness in our hearts. RIP Dusty Rhodes…You will be missed, Dream…We love you 

SFulton_WWE: I’m glad I had the opportunity to learn from a great like Dusty #RIP #ThankYouDream

CarmellaWWE: Learned more than I can say from Dusty Rhodes…because of him, I am who I am. A true legend who taught me how to be myself. #ThankYouDream

JasonJordanJJ:  There is not enough good things to say about Dusty Rhodes and the positive influence he has had on my and many others lives! Thank you & RIP

WWEDrakeWuertz: Dusty told me “Be the 1st one on the bus & be ready to ride” RIP Dream. You were the heart & soul of what we do here.

BeckyLynchWWE: Can’t say enough about everything Dusty Rhodes did for me.There will never b another one like him.Absolute 1 of a kind legend #ThankYouDream

wwebalor: See you at the next ‘town’ Dream! #RIPDustyRhodes 

WWECrowe: Beyond heart broken hearing the passing of “The American Dream” Dusty Rhodes. A true mentor and legend. Thank You Dream. You will be missed.

itsBayleyWWE: Thank you for always believing in us. Love you Dreamy Weamy.

SashaBanksWWE: Without you, I wouldn’t have a voice. Simply… Thank you Dream!

HideoItami: I’m speechless. Thank you @WWEDustyRhodes for everything.#RIP #AmericanDream

BigCassWWE: A man who saw a lot in me when nobody else did. Had my back since day one. Proud to have called you teacher, mentor,& friend #RIPDustyRhodes

AlexaBliss_WWE: My heart is breaking for the Rhodes family . @WWEDustyRhodes was an amazing coach and we will all miss him so much . RIP Dream ♥

TheWWEBlake: I’m absolutely devastated to hear about the passing of Dusty Rhodes. You will be missed and I love you! #AmericanDream #RIP

BullDempseyWWE: At a loss for words. I love you Dream. One of a kind. Tonight we honor you the best way we can. Tearing the damn house down. #ThankYouDusty

DanaBrookeWWE: ♥ A man who believed in me since day 1, a father, a legend, a friend, a hero & now an 👼🏼 above!Deepest sympathy.

GotchStyleWWE: "Don’t waste your time when the red light is on" “Never let the truth get in the way of a good story” good bye, Dream.

WWEDramaKing: 140 damn characters isn’t enough…Dream was a legend who always believed in me. I will NEVER forget what he taught me. Rest in Peace.

WWENeville: I’ll forever be in debt for everything you taught me.   Thank you Dream.  RIP Dusty Rhodes.

WWERollins: I was ever so fortunate to be a friend to this man, to learn from him as a performer and as a human being. #RIPDusty 

EmmaWWE: Dusty Rhodes helped me, find me! He helped me live my dream, and for that I am forever grateful! #RIPDustyRhodes

RealPaigeWWE: Can’t believe you’re gone dusty. You were a mentor and an inspiration to me and many. Always believed in the underdog, my hero. RIP ❤️💔

XavierWoodsPhD: One of our greatest passed away today. #DustyRhodes thank you for everything you taught me. We will miss you.