I Know It's Not Much But I Recently Passed 100 Notes On My Billy Loomis Smut... I Just Wanna Say, YALL

okay the whole time i was watching the curve i was like hm. if euphoria was made in the nineties matthew actually could've played nate amazingly 😭 and then i sat and reflected on my taste and opinions 😭😭😭

wait

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wait a minute.....

amy I think ur on to something

I honestly hate nate cause he is a dick and I dont think he's attractive but...

if matthew played him I would be all over that dick im not even gonna lie I wouldn't care if he's a bitch 😭😭

looking at ur most recent fics and a. amazing but b. i know I’ve said this before but the way I can hop on tumblr.com and see you writing for maddy, cassie, billy n stu like OH MY GOD. ALSO you should totally write for mr tim laflour I haven’t seen seneseless yet but I’ve seen enough edits and scene packs to know you should 😭 as an aside I would LOVE to know any euphoria opinions you have bc the show is so divisive and I’m SO interested in people’s takes bc everyone interprets it like so differently

I'm like so In love with you and ur writing because I didnt know I needed surfer stu until now and I can not get enough, I keep going back

also if u dont wanna pay for senseless (cause it's not on any free streaming services that I know of? like Netflix, hulu, that kinda shit)

I found this reallllly good website that has a shit ton of movies in super good quality!!! arc018.com

I didnt get into euphoria until like a week ago bc i didn't have hbo, but i recently got my friends account lmao

honestly,,, its great but it makes me mad

it's such a good show cause it's so realistic but not at all at the same time? like it mixes real life shit with stuff that would never happen, like people are like "yeah right thirteen year olds dont smoke weed" um, that's what I was doing at 13? sorry u were brought up with rich parents and weren't poor.... anyways

its honestly really good because I could relate to every character in season 1 somehow, like even the littlest details.

but some of the characters make really fucking stupid decisions but I mean, I guess I cant blame them cause they're teenagers but like??? bitch get some common sense! like who tf wrote this script?! this shit is so stupid.

I have mixed feelings, but I think that's a good thing

also, I like that they show the bad side too. like it's not all just parties and drugs with no side effects

I actually really relate to rue and her relationship with her mom cause I went thru that when I was younger cause I got into drugs really early and my mom found out pretty soon into it, but I felt like, represented?? it felt nice because when that happened I had nobody to talk to and all my friends didnt care so I was completely alone on it

but anyways, it's a great show

Do you write maddy perez x reader. Can you do from enemies to lovers with maddy where maddy was secretly in love with reader the whole time but she wanted to get reader's attention by being mean to her xoxo

oh absolutely. I love this idea sm

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒! cussing, insults, reader slaps maddy, kissing, maddy calls reader a homophobic slur >:(, kinda angsty?

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒! on mobile, format might be weird. lowercase intended, unedited, double periods intended

maddy perez x enemy!fem!reader

for as long as you could remember, you had hated maddy perez.

and as far as you knew, she hated you too.

every day, she would go out of her way to shut your locker as soon as you opened it, humiliate you in front of the whole school, and say horrible things to you. she would call you a slut, a whore, and.. a fag.

it hurt. a lot.

she made your life miserable.

and the truth is, you didnt really even hate her

since you first saw her in third grade, you've had a massive crush on the girl, even if you didnt notice it until the next year.

the thing is, she never noticed you.

until fifth grade, when your 'friend' told her that you said she was cute

she took about a day to think about it

and then she started insulting you, saying it was gross that you like girls

she was relentless

until one day when you two were arguing about how she treated you

you had enough. she told you,"you're fucking disgusting! I hope you, and all the other girls you've fucked, go to hell!"

so you slapped her, really fucking hard

you expected her to hit you back, but she didnt.

instead, you saw tears well up in her eyes as she held her cheek in amazement, and she turned around and walked away.

you thought it was weird, why was she acting like that when she was the one that said all those horrible things?

well you see, maddy never meant what she said about you.

in reality, she liked girls too, she just didnt know it yet.

she thought she was gross for thinking about you the way she did.

and when maddy went home that night, she went to her computer and opened google

yeah she definitely took an 'am I gay?' test

or like 17 of them

the results were.... well......

yeah she was gay

like really gay

like.. 'adopting a ton of cats and living in a cottage in the forest with her girlfriend' gay

so, naturally, she avoided everyone for like, three weeks.

but eventually she had to go back to school

and see you

when you saw maddy at school, your heart broke. she looked horrible, like she was two seconds away from dropping dead right in front of you. you didnt regret slapping her, but you couldn't stand seeing her like that so you walked to her locker and asked her if she was alright. she didnt answer you, but she did ask you something.

"do you really like me? like actually?". you were scared, was this just an evil ploy so she could humiliate you once again? you pushed aside your worried thoughts and nodded with your eyes glued to the ground. she let out a small 'wow' and stepped towards you. you looked up in fear, expecting her to hit you, yell at you, anything. but she didnt. instead, she smiled at you and you noticed her red face. she looked to the side and began speaking.

"I um, I'm really sorry.. the only reason I said those things is because.. well, I really like you, I guess. and, like, I guess I was just really jealous of all the other girls you've been with. I didnt even know I was... gay..". you stared at the side of her face with wide eyes, you couldn't believe what she was saying. "you're lying, maddy. I don't believe you." she looked at you and frowned, seeming to be thinking for a moment. she replaced her frown with a slight smile before placing her lips on yours, pulling you closer to her and kissing you gently.

it was hard for her to get used to dating you, a girl, and it was hard for you to get used to all the positive attention all the time

of course, some people weren't happy about your relationship (ahem ahem, nate.)

but you didnt care, maddy was finally yours.

Hey there! If your request are still open, can I ask something about König being married to a very caring and lovely civilian wife and having a one year's old little girl?

I love this big boy very much and I think he deserves having a family like this!

Thank you!

Ordinary Things Like Love

Lips against his, drowning in the trench of your spilling glory, swallowing your sounds and basking under the unfurling burn of desire.

König has fitted himself to you, curling over the bent of your back just as the black of the night weaves itself to the moon. Every night changing, every night willing.

or: König is a husband and a father.

an: i like this big boy with mommy issues, also their kid isn't one-year-old but everything else should follow the request!

i. König finds love in the shape of your hands, oozing with care and ready to cradle he who has done nothing but harm. Arms spread, prepared to catch him as he crashes back into the stratosphere of home with the trailblaze of war still shadowing his silhouette.

He finds love in your hands, the lined mosaic that time has made of your flesh. Fingers laced, your thumb brushing over the junction of his index and thumb as the warm light of morning washes its golden kiss across your skin.

Lips against his, drowning in the trench of your spilling glory, swallowing your sounds and basking under the unfurling burn of desire.

He has fitted himself to you, curling over the bent of your back just as the black of the night weaves itself to the moon. Every night changing, every night willing.

"G'morning, love," your voice cracks with a yawn, light against the expanse of your back. Your spine arches, dips like a flowing river in the garden of Eden.

Your eyes swim calmly, safe, content, and best of all, happy.

A hand reaches towards his chest, pressing it against where his heart hammers to the beat of yours. When you near him, he presses a kiss to your nose and revels in the laugh that it earns him.

Whispering, he mouths against the fragility of peace in your bedroom. "Sit up, sunflower. I have your breakfast."

—

ii. König finds traces of godhood in the mundane fancies that grace the four walls of home. In the coffee as he waits for it to cool, in the tender ache of his thighs from a night of loving, in the gentle roll of the creek— in the magic love has done to this wretched house.

These are the walls that birthed him, where his parents screamed till their throats bled hurt.

These are the floorboards that raised him, scarred brittle child bones, the very same that crumbled his boyhood and made it a story for the news.

The front page headline burnt in the back of his eyelids read: 29-year-old woman taken into custody for charges of abuse against 8-year-old son.

Now, mortality is not so much a sin as it is a fact of normalcy. He does not have to plead to every atom that composes the holy breath of god to help him when the door creaks open and his mother's footsteps sound from the entrance.

"Vati!" A voice calls, all young and warm. König looks over to see his daughter's mudded feet by the doorway, hair tousled, grin wide and spirit alive.

He feels a little guilty for the envy that aches in his chest but, most of all, he is relieved that he and his daughter do not have matching wounds.

The ones he bears are enough.

If he'd been crucified with his mother's rage to spare his own child the burden then it'd all been well and worth it.

(He'd do it all over again. A thousand times.)

"Look what I found, Vati! Look! Look!" She holds up a green cat eye marble, a speck of sun running across the jade sphere.

He covers a chuckle, pools of blue creasing as he rises from his seat with a quiet grunt. "I'll be right there, petal."

She frowns up at him, strands of hair the same shade as yours covering a portion of her soft face, a crease in her brow that König has half the thought to smooth a finger over. "Where's Mutter?"

"Mama is sleeping, darling."

"But Mama is always awake to cook me breakfast!" There's a pout in her voice, as if a fundamental part of life has been pulled from her feet without warning.

"Not when I'm home, petal." His answering smile makes the argument dwindle down, as if he's just instilled another law of physics as true as the sun rising with angel wings across the horizon.

"But I wanna show her what I found.." she mumbles as he lifts her up to sit on the wide planes of his shoulders.

"We'll show her later, darling," he says, thinking of your bare skin hidden under soft bed sheets. "Now, tell papa what you've been busying yourself with all morning."

—

iii. König finds peace at the sight of you peeling clementines, bathed in the warm slanted light of afternoon gold as it floods the house through the windows.

"Welcome back, you two." Your voice leads him like spring, pulling him in through the vines you've rooted in his heart.

Through the cracks of his ribs, flowers bloom. Rosemary, lavender, bluebells, sunflowers.

Your kisses ruin him, mortal hands coming to cup his cheeks, running your palms across his stubble to hold the curve of his jaw.

And then finally, finally, you kiss him. Molding your lips to rest against his, the taste of citrus on your tongue and the smell of clementine on your breath. His soul blooms, and König is half-convinced he had never truly lived before you.

That he had unknowingly been starving before you fed him with the ripe harvest of spring.

"Blegh!" Your daughter breaks the moment, hands slapped across her eyes and the two of you part brimming with laughter.

König thinks, holding his daughter and his wife, that this must be what love feels like.

Ordinary things that you long will never end.

—

iv. An unsent letter hidden under a drawer reads:

Hello, mother

You have not raised me with love.

But know that I have made something of your violence, of the boy you left at grandmother's doorstep.

You will not be invited to my wedding. But know that it'll be beautiful. It'll be beautiful because it is her who I will be waiting at the altar for.

It'll be beautiful because she is nothing like you.

Truly, your son.

for the smut prompt list could i request tim laflour for 6 ? i’d also love if he was the sun in this one, i think it suits him. i love your fics, thank you !!

Absolutely!

6. “I want to hear you beg.”

Tim Laflour x Reader

You shut the door angrily behind you and a hand on his shoulder is all Tim needs to know to sink to his knees in front of you.

“All you had to do was let me finish my work and I would’ve taken care of you, baby,” you tell him, a hand under his jaw to keep him looking up at you.

“But you had to be a brat,” you scold, watching his face drop.

“I’m sorry! You look so pretty today, I just want you so bad, I’ll be good, miss,” he whines, nuzzling against your stomach.

“You’re still being a brat! You know you’re not supposed to touch without permission,” you remind him, smacking his hands away from where they’d wandered up your legs and under your skirt.

“M’sorry, ma’am,” He mumbles and sits back on his haunches, still pouting. You watch him squirm as you slowly unzip your dress and let it pool on the floor. His restlessness only amplifies when you send your bra and underwear to the floor with it. Perching yourself on the edge of the bed, you spread your legs and let him see how wet you already are. He groans as you dip a hand between your legs, tucking his hands under his thighs in an effort to keep them to himself.

“Something you want, baby?” You hum.

“Let me touch you, eat you out, anything,” he rambles.

You barely nod your approval before he’s diving face first into you and making you groan. You lean back on the bed, canting your hips towards his tongue that’s already working magic. He reaches up to palm your breast, his fingers working your nipple and creating a new point of pleasure. He suctions his mouth around your clit before rapidly flicking with his tongue as you weave your fingers into his hair. Your fingers tighten in his hair as he sucks, making him groan into your cunt before slipping in his fingers. The vibrations have you crying out and clenching his hair harder between your fingers, his moans in response creating a perfect feedback loop of pleasure. He has you seeing stars in no time, pushing you over the edge just as fast as he always does, though this time he doesn’t pull away. He continues lapping at your clit, his fingers still moving inside you in an effort to make up for his earlier indiscretions. You curse as he quickly works you into another leg shaking orgasm, your body unsure of whether to pull away or push closer. You ride out your high, releasing his hair and smoothing your fingers down his cheek as you breathe heavily.

“Such a good boy for me,” you murmur as he sits back, wiping off his chin. He squirms as he watches your chest heave, shifting uncomfortably on his knees.

“I thought that was what you wanted?” You raise your eyebrow, watching him pout.

“I- I just t-thought, maybe-“ he stammers, unable to tear his eyes away from your naked form.

“You thought what? That I was going to fuck you? After how bad you’ve been today? I don’t think so,” You grab his jaw, forcing him to look at your face.

“Strip and get on the bed,” you cut him off as he starts to stutter out an answer.

“I might even let you come after that performance,” you’ve never truly denied him and you don’t really plan to today, but he doesn’t know that.

He’s off his knees and shedding clothes in seconds, your stern face cracking as he tries to kick off his pants and boxers at the same time, tripping and falling onto the bed.

He scrambles to sit against the pillows, waiting for your next move. You crawl between his legs, scratching your nails lightly up his thighs where you find his erection is deep red and leaking, and you know it won’t take much to send him over the edge.

“Looks painful, baby,” you murmur, ghosting a finger along his length, making him whimper. You suck a mark over his hipbone, pressing kisses to his stomach but avoiding where he really wants you. He’s watching you with rapt attention but he still lets out a strangled moan of surprise when you lick him from base to tip and play with his jewelry. You roll the balls of his piercing around with your tongue, making his hands clench into the bedsheets. He cries out as you take him fully in your mouth, already babbling and moaning underneath you.

“I’m already close- gonna.. ah! Can I-” He rambles out, his eyes clenched shut and eyebrows drawn together.

“Do you think you deserve to come?” You ask, your breath fanning over him teasingly as you work him with your hand, “I wanna hear you beg for it.”

“Please! Please, I’m sorry for being a brat, please let me come, miss. I need it so bad,” he whimpers, clearly trying to hold himself back from coming without permission.

“Do you, baby? I’m not sure, you haven’t been on very good behavior today..” you muse, leisurely stroking him as he whines.

“Ahhh, please! I’m so sorry, please,” he sounds absolutely pitiful, his knuckles white in the sheets as you thumb over his head.

“Okay baby, go ahead,” you barely get your mouth on him again before he’s coming, a stream of “thank you’s” falling from his lips as you work him through it. You crawl up next to him, letting him cuddle up to you while you stroke his hair out of his face.

“You did so good, such a good boy for me,” you praise as his breathing returns to normal.

“I love you,” you tell him before he falls asleep, your heart swelling as he mumbles a sleepy “I love you, too” into your skin with a kiss and snuggles closer to you.

Question do you write for male readers? I know you write gn readers just wondering because i mostly read gn or male readers, wanted to know before i send request!

ahhh I dont :( I only write for GN and fem readers cause I'm a female & I've never really experienced life as a dude ya know??? I dont wanna write something and get something completely wrong and upset people lol

I can however write masc-coded GN which is basically adding hints of masculinity in the readers description yk?

Hey I was wondering if you’d be willing to do a Billy Loomis x reader fic where reader is a writer and loves writing and reading many genres but the group’s favorites stories that reader writes are horror stories? Maybe Billy requests a few from her (or them if you wanna make it gender neutral) and maybe even reader puts clues together about Billy being connected to the murders based on his specific details or whatnot but reader still loves him bc this is fanfic lol 😂

oh my gosh I love this idea!!! it's so cute, I had so much fun writing this! may not be exactly what you asked for... my mind wandered, sorry!!

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒! mentions of death, cussing, billy loomis should be his own warning lmao, gets a little smoochy but no smut

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒! lowercase intended, unedited, still on mobile, format might be weird. this is technically a modern au! doesn't exactly go with the scream timeline, but it's okay, we'll ignore it, sid and billy were never together in this! double periods are always intended in my work!

billy loomis x writer!fem!reader

you had been friends with tatum and sidney for years, not being very close to them but still talking to them occasionally. they had known about your love for writing and they supported you. when you met billy, he told you it was stupid, that you'd never get big in the writing community.

you knew he didn't like you very much, you didn't care, but it still hurt.

billy was insanely attractive, you could admit that, but what you'd never admit is that you had feelings for the boy.

after months of knowing him, you started to realize it. soon after you realized, you decided he'd never like you back.

well, actually..

billy loved you. he had been watching you for months and he fell in love with you without even meeting you. when he finally did, he knew he couldn't make it obvious.

sidney told him about your little crush on him and told him to make a move.

so he did.

"y/n! open the window!" you heard shouting through your window and turned to look at it, gasping when you saw billy outside. you quickly moved to your window and opened it. "what the hell are you doing here?!" you stared at him with wide eyes, waiting for him to respond, but he only crawled through your window and sat on your bed, next to your open laptop. you noticed he was reading it and quickly moved in front of him, pushing it behind your lap. he frowned and reached for it, only to fail as you grabbed his hands and placed them in his lap. "hey! I was trying to read that." your face turned red at the thought of him reading your work, you couldn't let him read it. he would hate it. he would tell you it's horrible, that you're disgusting.

the piece you were working on was about a girl with a name that was 'coincidentally' very similar to your name. she was being roughly fucked by ghostface, the killer that had been terrorizing your town for the past few days. you couldn't act out your fantasies, so you wrote them out. billy grabbed the laptop and read a few lines before smirking and looking up at your red face. "damn sweetheart, I didn't know you were into this kind of shit". you turned your head but he reached his hand out and turned it towards him. he kissed you. he fucking kissed you. you couldn't believe it. he moved the laptop with your lips still attached and leaned you back on the bed. he bit your lip as he placed his hands on your waist, moving them up and down slowly. he broke away and looked you in the eyes, saying "I fucking love you" before continuing to touch you like he was deprived of sex his whole life.

before you knew it, you two were a couple. you didn't know why or how he loved you, but he did, and that's all that mattered.

every weekend, he would climb through your window to catch up on your latest story, sometimes requesting for you to write some new erotic story about that killer called ghostface. he quickly picked up on your favorite things to write about, and ghostface was the number one. he constantly told you that your ghostface stories were your best.

one night, when he crawled through your window, you noticed he had a fresh cut on his arm. you were concerned, questioning him nonstop for the two hours he was at your house. he told you he got cut jumping over a fence on his way over there, but you didn't buy it.

the next day, you saw him at school. you took his hand in yours, looking at it closely and noticing dried blood under his nails. you dropped his hand and looked at him with a questioning look on your face, and he got up, saying he had to use the bathroom. when he came back, the blood was gone.

a couple of days pass, and more people die. you start to put the pieces together, finally deciding to ask if he was ghostface the next time he came over.

"baby, I need to ask you something.." you paused, waiting for him to look at you or respond. he was looking at his lap, obviously knowing that you knew. "okay um.. well, I've noticed some things... like, over the past few weeks.. about you.. and the killer." he looked up at you, making eye contact before turning away once again. "baby I'm not mad.. I think it's kind of hot" he looked up at you, surprised that you said that. he looked confused, obviously not expecting you to be okay with it. "really? you're not mad?" you smile at him, shaking your head before speaking again. "no, I'm not mad, silly! I mean... some people are dying but.. as long as you don't kill me or anything"

he never did

every night after he killed, he would come over and tell you how it went, giving you ideas for your stories. eventually, you piled them all together and made a book. of course, you changed the names and slightly altered the ways they died, but you always stayed true to the theme.

you never published it, of course. you just let your friends read it and posted it to an online forum. it got pretty popular, getting thousands of likes. you were proud of yourself, proud of billy and stu (but mainly billy)

eventually, you did publish a book

it wasn't about the ghostface murders, but it still got popular fast.

it was heavily influenced by the murders and your relationship with billy

the book was about a girl who was unknowingly in a relationship with a serial killer, but ultimately found out and started killing with him. they would kill their enemies or people who tried to flirt with them, and then they'd go home and act like nothing happened. it brought them closer together, basically fixed their relationship. at the end, they got caught because they stayed at the scene too long. they were shot by the police, dying in each others arms.

you hated it, but billy seemed to love it.

so did your friends. well, the ones that were still alive..

sidney hated you for it, but you didn't care

you had billy, and billy had you. life was perfect.

(this includes all and any jackass and jackass presents movies, too <3)

what in the

when she says she doesn’t send nudes

HELLO I have been stalking you page for a while and then I see this and I'm so happy because I wanted to request, what would it be like dating newt but then a greenie comes and like starts flirting with you and newt is about to step up to help you but then you just like punch the guy and he like passes out, but remember you don't have to do this if you want or you don't have to get it done right away but I even just want to say thank you for reading this have a good [day- afternoon- night] <3

newt x FEM!reader

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒! none

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒! swearing because I refuse to say shuck, catcalling, greenie doesn't get the hint, kinda short??

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒! on mobile, format might be weird. lowercase intended, unedited, double periods intended

you had arrived in the glade shortly after alby did, so you had always been used to greenies showing interest in you. as boy after boy arrived, it had almost become a game. a greenie would arrive and see you as soon as the box was opened, and they would be told off by all the others, whom had already discovered that you werent interested in any of the boys of the glade. after each boy was told that there wasn't a chance in hell that you would be with them, and after you had told them no about 50 times, they had all given up.

but that all changed the next time the box came up. the greenie that inhabited the box was newt, the only greenie that you would ever be interested in. as soon as he came up in the box, you knew he was different. his blonde hair was the first thing you noticed, but his accent followed closely after. you loved his accent, it was the most bizarre thing you had ever experienced, due to not having any memory of the outside world. well, besides your whole situation. you still played hard to get despite your growing feelings towards him. every time you had work, you asked newt to accompany you. you blamed it on the fact that he was a good worker, but really, you just wanted to be around him as much as you could.

when newt finally asked you to be his girlfriend, you were doing your work in the garden. he had already finished his work for the day so he was standing near you, giving you playful words of encouragement every time you yelled that you were tired. you two were talking about the gladers, and newt had asked if you would ever date one of them. you looked up at him and wiped the sweat off of your forehead with a dirty hand, before sighing and looking back at the ground. "well, no, but there's one guy.. I don't think he'd ever be with me though, so.." you paused and decided not to continue. he looked at you with a fake smile on his face, and raised an eyebrow. "oh yeah? well who is it?" when you stayed silent he bugged you some more, pleading with you to tell him. "oh come on, you know I won't tell anyone!" you sighed and stood up before walking away.

newt walked quickly after you and grabbed your hand, turning you back to him, before apologizing to you. "look, I never meant to upset you..". you took a deep breath while newt paused. he began speaking again, "I just, I really like you and I want you to be my girlfriend.."

your eyes went wide and lit up before you plastered kisses across his face and screamed, hugging him as tightly as you could. everyone in the glade heard you scream and raced over to you, expecting to see you being attacked by something, but when they saw you with your lips on newts and your arms around his shoulders, most of them walked away with a frown on their face. the boys still held hope that one day you just might open up to one of them and give in to their advances, but not one of them thought it would be newt. alby patted newt on the back and congratulated the two of you, and gally stood back with a smirk on his face as he chuckled. "I see the beast was finally tamed". you giggled and turned to him, rolling your eyes playfully before walking back to the garden to return to your chores.

many months and many greenies later, it was a hot day and you and newt were trying to escape the sun by laying under a tree in the forest. you had been expecting the box to come up any minute, so since you two had nothing to do, you had been tasked with waiting and watching for it. when it finally came up and the boy came to his senses a few hours later, he came up to you and asked for your name. you told him it was y/n, and thankfully, alby came up and dragged you away before he could bother you anymore.

after that, the boy would never leave you alone. even though he knew you were with newt, it didn't stop him from shouting at you as you were working. "hey, pretty thing! where's your guard dog? you get bored of him yet? ill show you a good time!" you groaned and rolled your eyes, flipping him off as you walked past him. you walk up to newt, who wasn't too far away. he was out of eyeshot but not earshot, so he had heard what the greenie said and was about to go stand up to him when you stopped him. it wasn't worth it.

however, the greenie seemed to have a different idea. "come on baby, you know newt could never make you feel as good as I could!". that was your last straw, the boy had been harassing you ever since he arrived and you thought he would stop once he met newt, but you decided you needed to take matters into your own hands. walking up to him, you cracked your knuckles and drew your fist back, before connecting it with his nose. you heard a loud crack and a few boys ran up to you to see what happened, but they understood when they saw a sick grin on your face and the knocked out greenie on the ground with a bloody, broken nose.

newt laughed and grabbed you by the waist, dragging you off to who knows where. he had never been more in love than he had just then, and even if he had, he hadn't remembered it.. so..