Prompt #30, "I can't compete with her/him. I won't even try. Because I shouldn't have to fight another girl/guy to win your love. I want you to want it."

This was a request from @realKrampus , hope you enjoy! It will have female pronouns, by her appeal.

Please read the author's note at the end.

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The sunlight cast rainbows over your face as you sat by the window. Warmth radiated over your body from the crisp New York air, pushing you into a place filled with easiness and gentle rays of sun. You pushed a piece of hair out of your face and lazily opened your eyes, revealing the desk you were sitting at and the cluttered journal you were writing in.

"(Y/N), honey! You've been working all day! Why don't you take a break?" A bubbly voice called out from behind you. You swiveled in your chair to see the lovely face of Queenie Goldstein, your best friend and roommate.

"I've got to finish this before the week's over, Queenie," you sighed timidly, twisting back to face your desk.

"But I've got people coming over!" She pouted, placing her hands on your shoulders. You jolted, your quill making an angry streak across the page.

You sighed. "This spell won't finish itself, Queenie."

"Of course it won't... unless you invented a spell that wrote new spells for you," she giggled. You sighed.

"Excuse me, Queenie, but I'm trying to achieve a breakthrough in magical studies!" You muttered, your cheeks burning due to your shy nature. You were highly interested in spells- namely, the production of new ones- and you were trying to make your way in the magical community with a new spell of your own invention.

"That was a lot of fancy words you just said there," Queenie remarked with an innocent grin on her face.

"Yes, it was, Queenie," you huffed, returning to your notebook. There was a sudden gasp from your friend.

Queenie squealed, "I know what will get you to come! Gosh, I can't believe I didn't tell you this! Newt's coming over!"

You slammed your quill on the desk. "Merlin's beard, when will you stop teasing me about him?" You cried.

"I'm not teasing you! He's actually coming!" Queenie looked offended.

"And what makes you think I'd stop working for him?" You said proudly.

" 'Cause you asked him out last week," Queenie replied simply. You choked on your own spit.

"How do you know that?" You gasped, horrified, and stood up from your desk to have a full conversation with your sneaky friend.

"I read his mind, silly! Don't worry, I'd never embarrass you like that-"

"Sure you wouldn't," you sighed miserably, sinking down into the chair. "Look, we went out for a meal a few times, that's it! I don't even think he likes me much now, so it's not really worth getting excited over."

Queenie looked at you pitifully, an expression that said, I'm reading your mind and I can tell you're not okay.

Glancing at your notebook, you realized that a break would do you some good. You'd been working so hard, dabbling in almost every field of magical studies to complete your spell, and you were stumped on what to do next. It was like writer's block, you decided, and as everyone knew, the best cure for writer's block was to find inspiration. Maybe you'd find it in your friends. Besides, it would take your mind off of your "relationship problems."

"Fine, I'll come," you relented. Queenie let out an ungodly high-pitched squeal, jumped up and down, and clapped her hands excitedly.

"Oh, that's perfect, (Y/N) honey! You better get dressed, they'll be here in... about a half an hour," she chirped.

"Oh, Merlin's beard!"

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You sat on the couch in a modest white blouse and black high-waisted pants, squished uncomfortably in one corner of your couch, trying to be as small as possible as Queenie and Jacob sat by themselves on the other end, lost in each other's words. You envied how easy they were with each other, how just the right words seemed to flow from their lips and create a little bubble just for them.

"Oh, Newt's here!" Queenie smiled, watching the door swing open and close. A smile clambered it's way on you face, but instantly fell into a frown as you saw he was with Tina, laughing and smiling like she was the only thing in the world.

You didn't have anything against Tina. She was a wonderful person: smart, confident, brace, and she was Queenie's sister; but you were almost positive she was interested in Newt. And, you were almost positive that if Newt were given the option between you and her, he'd choose her.

You weren't a desperate girl. You certainly weren't the jealous type. You realized how you sounded when you told people you thought she was better than you: desperate, "man-crazy," "woman hater," anti-feminist, and definitely not self-assured- but you were shy, and you couldn't help but doubt your own appeal to the people you were interested in. Your bashfulness was something you'd accepted; it was what made you, well, you, but you couldn't deny that it caused problems in areas where confidence was a necessity.

Seeing Tina with Newt, recognizing the expression on his face that could only be described as unrestrained adoration, you couldn't stop yourself from feeling your heart sink in the slightest.

"(Y/N)!" Newt called your name from across the room with a smile on his face and a gleam in his eye. His nose was red from the cold and you had the sudden urge to take his hands, kiss the tip of his nose, and hug him the way Queenie did with Jacob. You waved back conservatively and averted your eyes.

Oh, how you wished you could return to your work.

To your dismay, Newt sat across from you in one of the plush arm chairs that dotted the room.

"Hello, (Y/N)." He said cheerfully, seeming more extroverted than usual.

"Hello," you greeted back.

"It's very nice outside, isn't it?" Newt commented, rubbing his hands together. "Autumn is my favorite season,"

"Autumn? You're talking like the Brits, now, are you?" You joked tentatively, a smile peeking out from behind a curtain of apathy.

"I am British, you know," Newt bantered back.

"This is New York, Mr. Scamander," you continued quietly. "If you want to live here, I should think you'd have adapted our ways by now,"

Newt blushed and fidgeted with his pants. "Yes, er, I guess so," You laughed politely to yourself.

Gazing upon Newt's face, you sighed. You needed to confront him about Tina, and his feelings for you- or her. Your sheepishness would not win with him.

"May I," you paused, then continued, "May I speak with you in private?"

"Of course," Newt complied, standing up. You followed his example and rose from the couch, giving some lame excuse to Queenie and Jacob (who were so absorbed in each other they couldn't be bothered to care).

"Here," you gestured softly to your bedroom, closing the door once both of you had entered the room.

You smiled nervously and fiddled with your shirt. "So, Newt."

"Yes, (Y/N)," Newt filled the silence as he settled onto a chair in the corner, resting his elbows on his knees and lacing his nimble fingers together.

"I'd like to, um, talk about last week's dinner," you started, moving to the bed. Newt's face went pale.

"Did I do something wrong?" He blurted immediately. You blushed.

"No! No, of course not," you smiled. "I just, um, wondered if you were interested going out again,"

Newt's face fell. "Oh, (Y/N), you're a very close friend but I've got things all this week and I don't think I'd be able to," he replied quietly. Your cheeks burned even brighter, if possible.

"Right, of course," your heart paused for a second when he said "very close friend." Was that all he thought of you?

"You know, I just wanted to know if you were-are! Ha, -  really interested in a, um, relationship, with me," you winced at the awkwardness.

"I would like that very much," said Newt bashfully.

You let out a sigh of relief and a small laugh. "Oh, that's really good. Really. You know, for a second I thought you and Tina-"

"Tina and me?" Newt squeaked, suddenly becoming flustered.

"Yes, well, you guys just seemed so close and I didn't want to break anything up if you two were involved in anything, you know," you swallowed.

Newt laughed skittishly. "No, nothing's going on."

You paused, suddenly wary. The nervousness, the jumpy rebuttal to claims of affection- they were the tell-tale signs of something very affectionate indeed.

"I was just asking because, uh, I don't think that I really can compete with her. In fact, I won't even try. Because... I shouldn't have to fight another girl to win for love. I want you to want it." You held your chin up high and made the statement.

Then, leaving Newt to sit in the room to think about what he'd done-or felt- you left the room with your chin held high.

You liked Newt. You really did. But you wouldn't fight someone for him.

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