#neville

[how2loa]

HOW2LOA : ignore the 3D !

you have heard coaches tell you to ignore the 3D time and time again but you just can’t seem to be able to ignore the fact that the money isn’t in your bank account yet or that your physical appearance isn’t changing? we’ve all been there. let me help you!

be confident about your decision! say your affirmations with conviction. convince yourself that your visualization is real. if you affirm for ten minutes and then ask why is it not here yet i still see my circumstances well guess what? you’re just reaffirming that your circumstances exist.

literally pretend they’re not there. but if you choose to acknowledge them, think about it this way. why would they even bother you when you know you’re getting everything you want? the whole situation will turn out in your favor anyway so why would you bother worrying about 3D circumstances when you know how the ending will be. its like knowing a secret everyone else doesn’t know.

you don’t have to make yourself feel crazy or feel delusional like you’re lying to yourself, but if you know that you staying consistent with thinking as if and ignoring your circumstances will make them disappear then why wouldn’t you just do that? be patient and stay discipled, if you don’t have it you’re not done. keep thinking as if.

i know that sometimes we are faced with circumstances that we cannot ignore like having to pay a bill. i think what we often get mixed up when we hear the phrase “ignore the 3D” is that we think we have to ignore all circumstances and responsibilities in real life. NO! what you are affirming in your head, does not have to match what you are physically doing in real life. if you want to manifest being a millionaire, going out and shopping like one when you’re earning minimum wage and have bills to pay will get you in debt! do whatever you need to do in the 3D and while doing it, just affirm against it in your head. why would you quit your job to live as if you’re a millionaire when you’re still depending on that job for income in your 3D? that will just stress you out even more because you’re now depending on your manifestation to survive.

not to say you cannot manifest while depending on the manifestation, but there’s no need to put yourself in that position willingly. thinking as if and your actions in the 3D don’t have to match. it doesn’t matter what you’re doing in the 3D anyways since it’ll change in just a second right? so don’t mind what is happening out there and live in the 4D.

circumstances can disappear in a second, just like they appeared. and don’t even worry about the how. there’s infinite ways things can work out the way you want them to, you cannot even fathom all the possibilities. your job is to persist in your desired state, and the 3D must prove you right. it has no choice. unless you waver. so stay consistent and be stubborn until you get exactly what you want.

[fantisyoflove]

Praise Him

"Neville? Neville, sweetheart, what are you afraid of?"

He leaned back into the chair, legs wide. His hands slid down his thighs and he tossed his head back as he groaned,"I want to be good for you"

You straddle his waist and roll your hips against him creating a delicious friction.

"You are good for me." You whisper as you card your fingers through his hair. You grab a fistful of the hair on the back of his head and use it to tilt his face back to you.

"You are such a good boy, Neville." You purr resting your forehead against his.

His eyes narrow in on you. His hips bucked against you at your words and you smirked.

Neville wrapped his arms around your waist and pulls you flush against him.

"Say it again" he sounded utterly gutted.

You lazily run your fingers through his hair again.

"You want to hear what a good boy you are?" You roll your hips against his. His tongue flicks out across his lips and he nods eagerly.

"You want me to tell you you're a good boy?"

Nevilles head is hanging off the back of the chair now, his eyes closed in pure bliss.

"Look at me." You demand and his head snaps up, eyes on you.

"You are such a good boy, Neville. " His hips bucked again and he... he whimpers.

His voice high, keening for you.

You smile wider and you try to stop your hands from shaking as you undo the buttons of his shirt.

"Such a good boy, Neville. Look at you." You get the last button undone and rest your hands on his bare chest for the first time. His skin is on fire.

His hands shoot up and grasp your wrists. Eyes wide and pupils blown wide. He looks completely debauched and scared.

"Let me take care of you my perfect boy." You coo, "my big. Strong. Man." You emphasize each word as you rest your hands under his shirt and slowly push the fabric away.

"I'm so lucky to have you all to myself." You murmur against his neck as you take your time tasting his skin.

He let out a soft whine and you want to give him everything.

You climb off his lap and he huffs in disappointment. You pull him up and begin undoing his belt.

"Look at you doing such a good job."

He steps out of his bottoms and you toss them aside.

You kiss him, letting his cock brush against the soft skin of your belly. Then you drop to your knees.

He makes a choking gasp.

His cock, thick and long, stands at attention for you. You suck in a breath which makes his cock throb.

His cheeks were flaming red. He couldn't take his eyes off of you.

"Is this all for me?" You purr and gently wrap one hand around his shaft. You hold his eyes as you wrap your lips around the tip.

One swirl of your tongue had his knees buckling. You guide him back to the chair and release him so he can sit back down.

"There you go, baby, just like that." You take him again in your hand and mouth.

You slowly ease into a steady rhythm and he is a moaning mess beneath you.

"Uh. Mhhm. Mphemmm." The sounds pour from his mouth while you suck. Your tongue flicking and rolling over more sensitive spots. When his balls start drawing up sharply you slow down and pull off.

Using your hand you lazily stroke his cock.

"Awe. Is my good boy about to cum?" You bat your eyelashes at him as his head lolls back to face you. Beads of sweat have gathered on his forehead and his chest is rising and falling quickly as he tries to catch his breath.

"That's it Neville. Let me see you fall apart on my tongue."

You take him as deep as you can as you keep sucking. His knuckles are white as he grips onto the sides of the chair. His eyes glued to yours as he gasps and bucks.

The sounds coming from him are sinful. You will hear these moans and whimpers forever. Letting this moment replay in your mind again and again and again. Watching him break down completely at your touch.

You pull off one last time making Neville cry out in frustration.

"Cum for me, Neville? Cum for me my good boy. I want to drink you down."

You don't let him respond as you take his cock again.

He is so vocal and his body sings for you. You know right before it happens and you greedily take his cock deep in your throat.

"Fuck y/n yes yes yesss" he whined one hand gripping the back of your head holding you down on his length.

[heavenangelly]

Nothings really stopping you from getting your desire except for you. You choose to not accept it as done and fight the 3d every 5 seconds instead of just enjoying it in imagination. If you are still thinking like, “well I NEED it in the 3d!! Imagination is the going to cut it!” You have no understanding of the law. You have to accept it as yours in imagination in order to get it. You have to change yourself to be what you desire to be and accept it as done/yours ALREADY. Imagination creates EVERYTHING and if u still think like what I said above, you’re destined to fail. Everything around u is imagination and yourself. You have to understand that you cannot get anything physically that you haven’t given yourself mentally.

[moon-lit-petal]

Believe Me

Neville Longbottom x Fem!Beauxbatons!Reader

Summary: 5 times Dean and Seamus don't believe Neville and the time He proved them wrong.

Warning: not proof read, possibly not so nice friends, Neville being totally in love.

Word Count: 5k

Notes: this takes place when they are much older, I'd like to think that moldy V doesn't exist and the triwizard tournament happens much later in their hogwarts career :) I tried to keep it as ambiguous

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The Gryffindor common room was a cozy haven, illuminated by the flickering flames of the fireplace that cast warm shadows on the maroon and gold walls. A rowdy bunch of Gryffindors lounged comfortably on the oversized sofas, laughter and chatter filling the air as they reminisced about their latest escapades at Hogwarts.

"Honestly," Ron said, a frown spreading across his face, "I don’t know what’s worse—having a crush or trying to figure out what to say when you actually talk to them!"

Harry chuckled, shaking his head. "Tell me about it. I thought I was doing well with Cho until I accidentally called her 'Hermione' in the middle of a conversation!"

Hermione rolled her eyes, a playful smirk on her lips. "That’s not going to help your case, Harry."

The boys erupted into laughter, the sound bouncing off the stone walls. Dean leaned back, his arms behind his head, a hint of frustration in his voice. "I can’t even get a proper conversation going. It’s like every time I try to flirt, I end up sounding like a complete idiot."

Seamus snickered. "Remember when you tried to impress that girl from Slytherin with your 'amazing' Quidditch skills? You barely made it through the first sentence!"

"That was one time!" Dean retorted, though he couldn’t suppress a sheepish grin.

Just then, Neville spoke up with hesitant confidence.

"I mean, dating isn't that hard when you're with the right person."

The room fell silent, a few eyebrows raised in curiosity. Ron snorted, breaking the stillness. "No offense, Neville, but what do you know about dating? You've never had a girlfriend before, right?"

With a half-hearted shrug and a giddy smile, he looks at his friends. “Well actually, I've been dating this girl for a little while now.”

"Wait, who is she?" Harry asked, genuinely curious.

"She’s from Beauxbatons!" Neville said, his voice gaining confidence. "Her name is Y/N. She’s really nice, we met over the summer when she was visiting some family”"

Seamus squinted skeptically. "A Beauxbatons girl? Come on, Neville, that sounds a bit too good to be true."

Hermione frowned, clearly disapproving of the boys’ reactions. "Guys, come on you shouldn't just dismiss him, I'm sure she's a nice girl Neville." She gave him a small smile, Neville could tell she too, didn't believe him

Ginny crossed her arms and chimed in. "Exactly. Just because you lot can’t seem to get dates doesn’t mean you should tear him down."

Ron raised his hands in mock surrender. "I’m not tearing him down! I’m just saying it’s hard to believe. Neville and a girl from Beauxbatons?"

Neville’s face turned a shade of crimson. "I’m serious! We’ve been writing to each other, and she even sent me a few drawings, she does portraits and sent one shed done of herself"

Laughter erupted around the room, the sound mingling with Neville’s embarrassed smile.

Hermione’s expression softened. "That sounds just lovely Neville. Maybe you could show us next time?"

Neville blushed even deeper. "I’m planning to! Well, I was… but they fell in the black lake the other day and got ruined..”

Seamus grinned. "Well, that's just a bloody shame, isn't it?”

"I swear! I'm not lying!!" Neville replied, sounding both desperate for someone to believe him and annoyed they would think he'd lie about something like this, to begin with.

Ginny smirked. "It's ok Neville, we believe you really."

The boys continued their good-natured teasing, but Hermione and Ginny shot them looks that conveyed they should ease off. Gradually, the teasing softened, and Hermione quickly sought to change the subject.

"So, what about that new potion Professor Snape was on about?" she suggested, her smile brightening, and at the mention of Professor Snape everyone groaned out a whine.

The conversation shifted effortlessly as they delved into tales of misadventures in Potions class, leaving the topic of girlfriends behind, at least for the moment. Laughter filled the room once more, but Neville couldn’t help but shake his head at his friends. He knows they mean well, and as long as he knows he's telling the truth, then they'd eat their words eventually

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The greenhouses were buzzing with the sound of shovels scraping soil and the occasional screech from a particularly unruly Mandrake. Neville Longbottom, expertly handling a Venomous Tentacula with gloved hands, chatted absently with Ron as they worked together.

“I was talking to Y/N the other day,” Neville said, his tone casual as he patted down the soil around the plant. “She gave me some really good advice on how to deal with these sorts of plants. Apparently, they grow some massive ones in the Beauxbatons greenhouses.”

Ron looked up from his struggle with his own plant. “Oh yeah? Beauxbatons, right?”

Neville nodded enthusiastically. “Yeah, she said they have this whole section dedicated to magical flora that we don’t even study here. She told me about this method they use to calm them down, so they don’t snap at you when you get close.”

Hermione overheard and looked over, curiosity piqued. “Really? I’d love to read up on that. Beauxbatons must have a fantastic Herbology program. Did she mention any specific techniques?”

Neville smiled. “Yeah, something about using lavender essence mixed with dragon dung fertilizer. It keeps them relaxed but still healthy. I’m thinking about trying it on one of the plants here.”

Ron gave him a sideways glance, his expression caught between amusement and doubt. “You’ve got an answer for everything these days, don’t you, Neville? Y/N’s always helping you out, eh?”

“Well, she knows a lot about Herbology,” Neville said earnestly. “We talk about plants all the time.”

Harry, busy with his own re-potting, chuckled softly. “Sounds like you two have a lot in common, Neville. It’s nice to have someone who shares your interests.”

Hermione nodded in agreement. “Exactly. And Beauxbatons is known for their magical plants, so it’s not surprising she’d know a lot. What else has she taught you?”

Before Neville could respond, Seamus, who was struggling with his own plant a few tables away, joined the conversation. “Wait a minute, are we still talking about the mysterious Beauxbatons girlfriend? You’ve got to admit, Neville, it sounds a bit too good to be true. A French girl who’s an expert in magical plants? What are the odds?”

Dean snorted in amusement. “Yeah, Neville, no offense, but you talk about her like she’s perfect. She’s beautiful, smart, loves Herbology… I’m starting to think you’ve been reading too many romance novels.”

Neville flushed, but he shook his head. “No, it’s not like that. She’s real, I promise. She just… understands me. We have a lot in common.”

Ron patted Neville on the back, grinning. “We believe you, mate. It’s just hard to imagine someone who’s basically a Herbology goddess and happens to be your girlfriend. We’ll believe it when we see her.”

Harry, who had been silent for most of the exchange, gave Neville an encouraging smile. “Well, I’m sure she’s real, Neville. It’d be great to meet her one day.”

Seamus, however, couldn’t resist another quip. “Maybe she’ll show up with a rare magical plant to prove it, eh?”

Neville forced a smile but didn’t push the subject further. He knew they didn’t mean to be harsh, but it was clear that, despite their friendly tones, his friends still had their doubts about Y/N. He returned to his work, focusing on the plants.

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It was a typical morning in the Great Hall, sunlight streaming through the tall enchanted windows, casting golden beams across the long tables filled with Hogwarts students enjoying their breakfast. The scent of fresh bread, eggs, and pumpkin juice filled the air. Chatter echoed from all sides, students murmuring about Quidditch matches, homework assignments, and weekend plans.

Neville sat at the Gryffindor table, absently pushing his scrambled eggs around his plate. His thoughts were far from breakfast. He had been waiting for weeks now—hoping for a letter or, even better, a package from Y/N.. Their relationship had been going strong, though the distance often made it difficult. But lately, he'd mentioned her so many times that his friends had begun to give him knowing looks, and their teasing, though lighthearted, always made him feel a little self-conscious.

“Oi, Neville! You alright, mate?” Seamus Finnigan asked, nudging him gently. “You’ve been staring at those eggs for ten minutes. Something on your mind?”

Neville smiled faintly, trying to shake off his nervous anticipation. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just… waiting for the post.”

At that moment, as if on cue, the familiar sound of wings fluttering through the air filled the hall. Dozens of owls soared through the enchanted ceiling, delivering letters and parcels to their waiting owners. Neville’s heart raced as he scanned the sea of wings, hoping to see something special. And then he saw it—a stunning, silvery owl with long, elegant wings gliding toward him, catching the light as it flew. It was unlike any owl he’d ever seen at Hogwarts.

The owl swooped down gracefully, landing right in front of Neville with a soft hoot. In its talons was a thick package wrapped in delicate lavender-colored paper, sealed with the distinctive wax crest of Beauxbatons. Neville’s eyes widened in surprise, and for a moment, he just stared at the package in his lap, hardly believing it.

“Blimey, Neville,” Ron said from across the table, his eyebrows raised. “That’s a fancy delivery.”

“Is that… from your girlfriend?” Hermione asked, looking at the package curiously.

Neville nodded, trying not to look too pleased. “Yeah, it’s from Y/N.”

His friends exchanged glances, but there wasn’t any teasing, just mild surprise. Neville had spoken about Y/N often, but she seemed almost like a mythical figure to them—this beautiful, mysterious girl from France whom none of them had ever met.

“That’s some owl she’s got,” Dean commented, leaning over to get a better look at the package. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen one like that.”

Neville nodded again, feeling a bit self-conscious under their gazes. “She mentioned it once. Said it’s a rare breed from France. She’s… pretty proud of it.”

Seamus grinned. “Well, go on then, mate. Open it! Let’s see what she’s sent you.”

Neville hesitated for a moment, feeling all eyes on him. He knew they weren’t trying to be skeptical or mean, but he could sense the curiosity behind their words. His friends had never outright doubted him, but it was clear that after months of hearing about Y/N and not seeing any proof, they were a bit… unsure. Still, there was no mockery in their faces—just genuine interest.

With a deep breath, Neville carefully broke the wax seal and unwrapped the package. Inside was a beautifully embroidered scarf in the deep blue and silver colors of Beauxbatons, along with a folded letter. The scarf was soft, clearly handmade, and it smelled faintly of lavender.

“Wow,” Hermione said, leaning in closer. “That’s lovely, Neville. She made this for you?”

“Yeah, I think so,” Neville said quietly, running his fingers over the delicate stitches. “She’s been learning how to embroider. I, um… mentioned I needed a new scarf for winter, and I guess she remembered.”

Ron nodded appreciatively. “That’s impressive. Not many people make things like this anymore.”

Harry smiled from beside him. “Looks like she really cares about you, Neville.”

Neville smiled, feeling a warmth spread through him that had nothing to do with the scarf. It felt good to hear that—not just because it was true, but because it seemed like, for once, his friends weren’t doubting him.

But then Seamus, ever the joker, raised an eyebrow and smirked. “You’ve got to admit, though, Neville—it’s almost too perfect. A hand-embroidered scarf? From a Beauxbatons girl who sends you packages by a rare French owl? It’s like something out of a storybook.”

Neville laughed, shaking his head. “I know it sounds a bit… unbelievable, but I swear it’s true. She’s real.”

Dean, who had been eyeing the letter, grinned. “Well, if she keeps sending you things like this, we’ll start believing in miracles.”

Hermione shot Dean a disapproving look, but Neville chuckled along with the others. It wasn’t mean-spirited—they were just having fun. He didn’t mind the light teasing, especially now that he had proof to show them. And even if they found it hard to believe, they weren’t questioning him outright, just amused at the unlikely situation.

“That’ll be the day,” Ron said with a grin, though he quickly added, “But hey, She sounds great.”

Neville folded the scarf carefully and slipped it into his bag, feeling a little lighter. “She is.”

As the conversation shifted back to Quidditch and schoolwork, Neville glanced down at the unopened letter in his hands. He could read it later, in private. For now, he felt content knowing that, whether his friends believed him or not, Y/N was real—and she cared about him enough to send something as special as this.

Even if they still found it hard to imagine, that was enough for Neville. And maybe, just maybe, one day soon, his friends would get to meet her and see for themselves that she wasn’t just a figment of his imagination. But until then, he’d hold on to the scarf, the letter, and the quiet certainty that she was thinking of him as much as he was thinking of her.

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The Gryffindor common room was quieter than usual, the usual hustle and bustle replaced with a mellow atmosphere as the school year drew to a close. Most of the students had already packed their things, their trunks neatly stacked and waiting by the fireplace. The chairs around the room were occupied by groups of friends chatting, playing games, or simply lounging around, savoring the last few moments before heading home for the summer.

Neville sat with Seamus, Dean, and a couple of other Gryffindors near the windows, gazing out at the grounds. The late afternoon sunlight filtered through the windows, casting a warm glow on the stone walls.

“I can't believe the year’s over already,” Dean said, leaning back in his chair. “Feels like we were just getting back from Christmas break.”

“Yeah, crazy,” Seamus agreed, his tone relaxed. “But I’m not going to miss the essays.”

Neville, absently fiddling with his wand, smiled. “I was telling Y/N about how busy it’s been. She’s had a lot going on too. The end of the year at Beauxbatons is apparently just as hectic as here.”

Seamus shot him a quick glance, his expression neutral, though Dean exchanged a brief look with him. “Y/N, huh?” Seamus said, not missing a beat. “Sounds like she’s got it rough over there.”

Neville nodded, completely unaware of Seamus’s inner skepticism. “Yeah, she’s been swamped. But we’re planning to meet up over the summer. She might even come to England for a bit.”

“That’s great, mate,” Dean chimed in, his voice casual though he raised his eyebrows slightly.

Neville stood up suddenly as if remembering something important. “Oh no! I forgot to pack my Astrronomy textbooks. I’ll be right back.”

With that, he hurried off to his dorm room, leaving the rest of them sitting there. The moment Neville was out of earshot, Seamus turned to the others with an exaggerated sigh.

“Alright,” Seamus said, leaning forward. “I like Neville, you all know that, but I’m telling you, there is no way Y/N exists.”

Dean grinned, leaning in as well. “You’re still stuck on that?”

Seamus shrugged, but the look on his face said he was convinced. “Come on, Dean. You’ve heard him talk about her for months—perfect French girlfriend from Beauxbatons who just happens to love magical plants as much as he does? I mean, sure, it could be true, but she’s never sent a picture, she’s never visited Hogwarts, and the only proof we’ve got are a few letters that could be from anyone.”

One of the younger Gryffindors, who had been listening in, piped up. “So, you think Neville’s lying? He doesn’t seem like the type to make something like that up.”

Seamus shook his head quickly. “No, I don’t think he’s lying, not really. I think he believes it. But I’m just saying—it sounds like he’s being catfished. It’s not like he’s met her in person since they started writing. For all we know, it could be some bloke from Durmstrang having a laugh.”

Dean chuckled. “You reckon someone’s really going that far to mess with Neville? That’s pretty dedicated.”

Seamus leaned back, his arms crossed. “Look, I’m not trying to be mean. I just don’t think she’s real. Or if she is, maybe she’s not exactly what Neville thinks. It’s just a bit… convenient, isn’t it? All these grand stories, but no one’s ever seen her.”

One of the girls nearby, who had been half-listening, frowned. “But Neville doesn’t seem like he’s making it up. He talks about her like she’s the real deal.”

“I know, that’s what makes me feel bad about doubting him,” Seamus admitted. “But you’ve got to admit it’s a bit suspicious. Every time she’s supposed to visit, something comes up. She’s ‘too busy,’ or ‘there’s something going on at Beauxbatons.’ It’s been almost a year and still no sign of her.”

Dean raised a hand to stop Seamus. “Alright, alright. But what if she is real and just… busy?”

Seamus snorted softly, though his tone was lighter. “Then she’s the busiest girlfriend in the world. Look, I’m not saying I’d tell Neville to his face that I don’t believe her. The poor bloke would be crushed. But between us… I just don’t see it.”

There was a brief lull in the conversation, and Seamus’s words hung in the air. The group seemed divided—some more skeptical, others wanting to believe in Neville’s story.

“Maybe she’ll surprise us,” one of the younger students said. “Maybe she’ll show up next year and you’ll all feel silly.”

Seamus grinned, though his expression remained doubtful. “If she shows up, I’ll buy Neville a drink. But until then… I’m betting we’re in for another year of stories about a girl we’ll never meet.”

As they laughed and talked, the door to the boys’ dormitory creaked open, and Neville came back down the stairs, his arms full of books.

“Found them,” Neville said, smiling as he returned to his spot by the window. “I almost forgot the Mooncalf studies Y/N recommended too.”

Seamus caught Dean’s eye but quickly smiled at Neville. “Glad you found everything, mate. All set for the summer, then?”

“Yeah,” Neville said, sitting down and looking a little wistful. “Just can’t wait to see her.”

Seamus nodded, his tone friendlier now. “Hope it all works out, Nev.”

As the conversation moved on to other things, the quiet skepticism lingered, but none of them had the heart to say anything to Neville directly. As much as they doubted Y/N’s existence, they couldn’t bring themselves to crush Neville’s enthusiasm. They just hoped, in their own way, that somehow, Y/N would turn out to be real after all.

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The Hogwarts Express rattled along the tracks, carrying its excited students back to school for another year. Laughter, chatter, and the occasional call of a vendor selling sweets filled the air as students reunited after the summer holiday, exchanging stories and catching up on the latest news.

In one of the compartments, Neville sat with Seamus, Dean, and a few other Gryffindors, a wide grin on his face as he animatedly recounted his summer adventures.

“… and then we went to this amazing garden in Kew! She couldn’t believe how many magical plants were hidden in plain sight. I’ve never seen her so excited,” Neville said, his eyes sparkling as he spoke about Y/N for the umpteenth time since they’d boarded the train.

Seamus leaned back in his seat, arms crossed, nodding along. “That sounds pretty great, Neville. So, you finally got to go on a proper date, huh?”

Neville beamed. “Yeah! We went on a few, actually. We had the best time. She was in London visiting her family for a couple of weeks, so we got to meet up almost every day.”

Dean raised an eyebrow, curious. “You said she was visiting family before, right? Didn’t she have plans to stay longer?”

“Yeah, she did,” Neville admitted, his tone dropping slightly, “but something came up. Her family had to leave earlier than expected, so she didn’t get to meet you guys like we’d planned.” He looked apologetic as he said it, clearly disappointed that his friends hadn’t been able to meet Y/N again.

“That’s too bad,” Dean said, sharing a glance with Seamus. “We were looking forward to it.”

“Yeah, me too,” Neville sighed, but then perked up again. “But we did take loads of pictures! I wanted to show you all, but… uh…” He scratched the back of his head sheepishly. “She took the photos with her by accident when she left. We were using her camera, and she packed it with all her stuff.”

Seamus blinked, his expression carefully neutral. “So, no pictures?”

Neville shook his head, he saw the clear skepticism beneath Seamus’s question but brushed it off. “No, but she’s going to send them by owl as soon as she can. She promised. There were some really good ones too—us in front of the Leaky Cauldron, at Kew Gardens, and a few near the Tower of London. I can’t wait to show you all.”

Seamus exchanged another glance with Dean, a small smile tugging at his lips, though he kept it from looking too patronizing. “Sounds like it was a great time, mate.”

“Oh, it was,” Neville said earnestly. “Y/N’s amazing. We even talked about coming up with ways to visit more often during the year. Maybe meet up during the Hogsmeade weekends. I’m going to send her a letter as soon as we get back to Hogwarts.”

Seamus nodded along, though his smile faltered slightly. “Yeah, I’m sure you’ll figure it out.”

Dean shifted in his seat, glancing out the window for a moment before leaning forward. “So, Neville, you said her family comes to London often, right? Does she have a lot of family here?”

“Her dad’s English,” Neville explained. “Her mum is French, so they stay over there most of the time but they come back to visit every summer, and sometimes during the holidays. That’s how we managed to spend so much time together.”

Dean nodded slowly, while Seamus leaned forward just a little. “And you didn’t think to borrow one picture, maybe a keepsake for yourself?” he asked lightly. There was no malice in his voice, but there was an unmistakable undertone of doubt.

Neville ignored it. “I didn’t need to. We’ve been writing so much, and she’s going to send the pictures soon. Besides, I’ve got her letters, and I brought back a few things we picked up together. Look.” He pulled out a small, intricately woven bracelet from his bag. “We got these matching bracelets from a little magical shop near Diagon Alley. Hers has a charm for luck, and mine’s for protection.”

Seamus studied the bracelet for a moment before leaning back. “That’s nice, Neville.”

Dean smiled at the bracelet, genuinely trying to be supportive. “Yeah, it looks great. You two must’ve had a good time.”

“We did,” Neville replied, relaxing now that he was surrounded by his friends. “She’s just… brilliant. I really wish you could’ve met her. I know you’d all get along.”

Seamus offered a friendly smile, though his eyes flickered with doubt. “Yeah, maybe next time, Neville.”

The compartment grew quiet for a moment, and the sound of the train clacking along the tracks filled the space. Outside, the countryside whizzed by in a blur of green fields and distant hills, and the feeling of excitement for the new school year was still palpable.

Dean, always the diplomat, broke the silence. “Well, I’m glad you had a good summer, Neville. Hopefully next time, the timing will work out better.”

Neville nodded enthusiastically. “Yeah, I’m sure it will. She really wants to meet you all. She’s heard so much about you.”

Seamus shot Dean a look, and Dean just shrugged, his face carefully neutral. No one wanted to say it, but the story about Y/N was starting to sound a bit too convenient—another summer gone by, another set of plans that didn’t quite line up. And now, no photos to show for it, either.

But despite their growing doubts, Seamus and Dean weren’t about to crush Neville’s enthusiasm. Not after he had spent the entire train ride practically glowing with happiness. Still, once Neville got up to stretch his legs and grab some snacks from the trolley, Seamus leaned toward Dean with a raised eyebrow.

“So… still no Y/N, huh?”

Dean chuckled quietly. “Still no Y/N.”

“I swear, if she’s real, I’ll eat my own shoe,” Seamus muttered under his breath. “Every time he gets close to introducing her, something comes up.”

Dean glanced out the window again before replying. “I don’t know, Seamus. Maybe she’s real, but there’s just bad timing. Or maybe…”

“Maybe she’s in his head,” Seamus finished, his tone soft but resigned. “I just don’t get how one person could have this much bad luck when it comes to us meeting her.”

Dean shook his head, a small smile on his lips. “At this point, I just hope for Neville’s sake that she’s real. You can see how much he cares about her.”

“Yeah,” Seamus sighed, leaning back in his seat. “I hope so too.”

When Neville returned with a handful of Chocolate Frogs and a Butterbeer, his smile was as bright as ever, blissfully unaware of the quiet conversation that had just passed between his friends. And as the Hogwarts Express continued its journey, his thoughts were already on the letters he’d be sending to Y/N once they arrived at school.

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The atmosphere in the Great Hall was buzzing with excitement. The start of a new school year always brought surprises, but this time, there was something different in the air. The students were seated at their house tables, eagerly awaiting the feast, when Professor Dumbledore rose from his seat to address the hall.

“Welcome, students, to another year at Hogwarts!” Dumbledore’s voice echoed throughout the room, immediately capturing everyone’s attention. “I am particularly pleased to announce that this year, we will be hosting a most extraordinary event… the Triwizard Tournament!”

A murmur spread through the hall, rippling with whispers and shocked expressions. Neville, seated at the Gryffindor table with Seamus, Dean, Harry, Hermione, and Ron, exchanged confused glances with the others.

“Triwizard Tournament?” Dean muttered. “That wasn’t in the usual announcements.”

“Yeah, didn’t see that coming,” Seamus added, leaning in to hear more.

Dumbledore continued, explaining the rich history of the tournament, how it had been revived, and the prestigious honor of being chosen as a champion. Then, with a wave of his hand, he motioned to the entrance of the hall.

“And now, may I introduce our esteemed guests from Beauxbatons Academy of Magic and Durmstrang Institute.”

The heavy doors at the end of the hall swung open, and the students of Beauxbatons Academy entered. They moved with grace and poise that captivated everyone, wearing their sky-blue silk robes as they marched in perfect unison. Neville’s heart raced as he scanned the group, but he couldn’t spot Y/N among them.

“Who are they?” Harry asked, squinting to get a better look.

“I don’t know,” Hermione replied, intrigued. “But they look amazing.”

“They’re all so… elegant,” Ron said, trying to take it all in. “Do you think they’re all that good-looking?”

“Probably,” Hermione said, rolling her eyes playfully.

As the Beauxbatons students completed their entrance, Neville’s heart dropped when he didn’t see Y/N. Just when he thought he might be imagining things, she stepped forward, performing acrobatic flips and graceful spins, her hair flowing behind her like a cascade of river waves. She looked more stunning than Neville could ever have described.

“Bloody hell, who is that?” Dean whispered, eyes wide in disbelief.

Seamus was staring, frozen in place. “No way…”

When the introductions were done, Neville leaned closer to his friends. “That’s her! That’s Y/N!”

Harry raised an eyebrow, glancing between Neville and the group. “Wait, who’s Y/N? Which one?”

Neville pointed toward Y/N, who was beaming with joy alongside her classmates. “The one in the front! I didn’t know she was coming!”

The others turned to look, their expressions shifting from curiosity to disbelief. “No way!” Ron exclaimed, glancing at Neville. “You weren’t joking about her being real?”

Hermione clapped a hand over her mouth, eyes wide. “She’s absolutely brilliant!”

Before anyone could say another word, a voice called out from across the hall.

“Neville!”

Neville’s head snapped up, and there she was, weaving through the crowd, her face lighting up when she spotted him. “Y/N!” he breathed.

The next thing he knew, Y/N was rushing toward him, a wide smile on her face. “Neville!” she called again, and in an instant, she was there, throwing her arms around him.

Without hesitation, she began planting kisses all over his face—on his cheeks, forehead, and nose—her laughter bubbling up as she clung to him. “I’ve missed you so much!” she said between kisses.

The entire Gryffindor table stared in stunned silence. Seamus’s mouth was hanging open, while Dean could only blink in disbelief. All around the hall, students who had been casually talking or laughing stopped to watch the unexpected display. Whispers started spreading like wildfire, but Neville didn’t care—he was too overjoyed, too caught up in the moment.

“Y/N!” Neville finally managed to say, his face flushed from the attention. “I—I missed you too! I didn’t know you were coming! Why didn’t you tell me?”

Y/N giggled and pulled back just enough to look into his eyes, her hands still resting on his shoulders. “I wanted to surprise you, silly. You should’ve seen your face when I came in!” Her eyes sparkled with mischief.

Neville was too overwhelmed to respond properly. His heart felt like it was about to burst from happiness. “I can’t believe you’re here,” he said, grinning ear to ear.

“I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere,” Y/N said softly, wrapping her arms around him again in a tight hug.

The Gryffindor table was still frozen in place, watching the entire scene unfold with wide eyes. Seamus finally found his voice and leaned toward Dean, whispering, “Well… that is not what I expected at all...”

Dean shook his head in disbelief. “You’re not the only one, mate.”

Y/N finally pulled away from Neville, her smile never fading. She glanced around at his friends, who were still recovering from the shock. “You must be Neville’s friends,” she said brightly, offering them a cheerful wave. “It’s so nice to finally meet you all!”

“Y-Yeah, we’ve heard… a lot about you,” Dean stammered, offering a friendly, albeit awkward smile.

Y/N laughed, completely oblivious to the lingering disbelief. “I hope all good things!”

“Definitely,” Seamus managed to say, shooting Neville a look that was a mixture of awe and apology. “Welcome to Hogwarts, Y/N.”

As the rest of the Great Hall resumed their chatter, Neville stood there with Y/N by his side, his face glowing with pride. After a year of doubt, teasing, and skepticism, here she was—real, vibrant, and wonderful.

For once, Neville didn’t need to say anything. His friends finally believed him.

[vesora]

all you got to do is sit there and look pretty: loa edition

DISCLAIMER: this was written before a series of realisations, the main point still stands but the subconscious mind does not exist. it is simply awareness. let go and let god.

one thing i have noticed, even in myself, is that we have this need to keep doing something. i need to keep affirming, i need to keep forcing myself into a state, i need to keep focusing on my thoughts or else it won’t manifest. all these thoughts have a common link, a fear of not manifesting, or rather, the 3D not conforming. 

it’s not our fault. we have been primed to think this way. work this hard and you’ll get (x). this is not the way it’s supposed to be. with the law, we break free. 

i need you to know that it’s okay if you’re consciously not thinking from your desire all the time. it’s okay that you don’t feel okay with entering another state if this one is too traumatic for you. relax and know the you on the outside, does not manifest.

who manifests then?

our inner self; our subconscious mind. our subconscious mind is us, but unlike our conscious selves, it is also the Universal Mind, meaning it knows all, it has all knowledge and power stored inside it. our job is to give the subconscious mind a job. as the conscious mind, we hold the key to decide to let what the subcon should manifest and not. we are the guard, we don’t manifest. 

all we really have to do is be still and let God, and by God i do not mean some external being, i mean our subconscious mind; our true self. letting go and detaching doesn’t mean you will stop caring about what you’re manifesting, it simply means that you know that the subconscious will handle it for you. because the subconscious IS you, it’s a robot that only listens to YOUR command. it cannot be influenced by any other force. 

experience 

for the past few days, when i made the unfavourable circumstances post, i was feeling so incredibly awful. i felt i had no reason to live, because i thought me as the conscious sora, was responsible for changing my life. while that is true to an extent, all i have to do is give an order. i told my subconscious mind that night to fix everything for me because i was tired and the next day, all the things that were causing me distress got solved. the next day i had an even better day, because the subconscious really fixed the things causing me stress. life was peaceful again.

it was then i realised that i have been too attached with doing things right, when all i had to do was sit there and look pretty while my subconscious does the work. 

another success happened just now! my browser froze and i didnt save this post. i panicked for a second then i was like “sora you just wrote a post about your subcon fixing things”; so i told my subcon “hey man fix this pls” and it did! lol browser is back to normal which is how ur seeing this post rn

what if my subconscious doesn’t listen?

anything that happens regarding these things is a direct reflection of you. inner creates outer, not the other way around. so, any failure is not because the technique failed, it’s because you haven’t changed self yet. and what changes self? persistence. you must keep persisting because the subconcious HAS NO CHOICE but to listen to you. if it ‘doesn’t’, DON’T ACCEPT IT. 

persistence

And He said unto them, Which of you shall have a friend, and shall go unto him at midnight, and say unto him, Friend, lend me three loaves; for a friend of mine in his journey is come to me, and I have nothing to set before him? And he from within shall answer and say, Trouble me not; the door is now shut, and my children are with me in bed; I cannot rise and give thee. I say unto you, Though he will not rise and give him, because he is his friend, yet because of his importunity he will rise and give him as many as he needeth. And I say unto you, Ask, and it shall be given you; seek, and ye shall find; knock, and it shall be opened unto you. Luke 11:5-9

in this verse that neville also referenced, we can see that the man did not give up. in fact, importunity means: the act of making intrusions, being unrelenting, consistent. unrelenting, he never took no for an answer. he kept going and going and going until the man decided to give him bread. do not take no for an answer. do not settle. even if the door seems shut, you will ALWAYS be the key to open it; there is no other choice. keep telling your subconscious mind that you are rich, you are beautiful, you are everything and your subconscious mind will have no choice but to reflect that onto the 3D because that is its job.

excerpt from power of awareness:

“THERE ARE three principal characters in this quotation, you and the two friends mentioned.

The first friend is a desired state of consciousness .

The second friend is a desire seeking fulfillment.

Three is the symbol of wholeness, completion.

Loaves symbolize substance.

The shut door symbolizes the senses which separate the seen from the unseen.

Children in bed means ideas that are dormant.

Inability to rise means a desired state of consciousness cannot rise to you, you must rise to it.

Importunity means demanding persistency, a kind of brazen impudence.

Ask, seek, and knock mean assuming the consciousness of already having what you desire.

Thus the scriptures tell you that you must persist in rising to (assuming) the consciousness of your wish already being fulfilled. The promise is definite that if you are shameless in your impudence in assuming that you already have that which your senses deny, it shall be given unto you – your desire shall be attained.”

[kittiecode]

[pinkchrissysposts]

[graveyardhorror]

⭐️MEET THE SUPERSTARS⭐️

WWE/AEW PREFERENCES & HEADCANONS MASTERLIST

>MASTERPOST >WATTPAD LINK

preferences:

>HOW YOU MET

>YOUR WWE/AEW JOB

>HOW HE CONFESSES

>HOW HE DESCRIBES YOU IN 3 WORDS

>HOW HE SHOWS HIS LOVE FOR YOU

>YOUR FAVORITE SEASON & HOLIDAY

>YOUR MATCHING TATTOOS

>YOUR FAVORITE BANDS

>WHAT HE DOES ON YOUR PHONE

>HIS NICKNAMES FOR YOU

>HIS CONTACT NAME

>YOUR CONTACT NAME

>WHERE HE TAKES YOU ON VACATION

>THE SONG YOU HATE BUT HE LOVES

>THE SONG HE HATES BUT YOU LOVE

>HOW YOU SLEEP

>DATE NIGHT

>WHAT YOU DO ON YOUR DAYS OFF

>WHERE HE LIKES TO KISS YOU

>HOW HE PROPOSES

>YOUR WEDDING

>YOUR HONEYMOON

>HOW MANY KIDS YOU HAVE

>YOUR WWE/AEW BESTFRIENDS

>YOUR FAVORITE WWE ERA

>WHAT YOU DO THAT TURNS HIM ON

>WHAT HE DOES THAT TURNS YOU ON

>YOUR FAVORITE PLACE TO VACATION

>YOUR CELEBRITY BESTFRIENDS

>YOUR WWE/AEW COUPLE BESTFRIENDS

>YOUR WWE EX

>HIS FAVORITE THING ABOUT YOU

>YOUR FAVORITE THING ABOUT HIM

>PDA; PUBLIC DISPLAY OF AFFECTION

>YOUR TALENTS

>HOW HE PROTECTS YOU

>THE SONG HE DEDICATES TO YOU

>THE BUSINESS YOU OWN TOGETHER

>WHAT IT’S LIKE DATING HIM

>HIS WEDDING VOWS

>YOUR HALLOWEEN COUPLES COSTUME

>YOUR ICONIC COUPLES COSTUME

>WHAT YOU DO IN OCTOBER

>YOUR HALLOWEEN PUMPKINS

>YOUR HALLOWEEN DATE

>HIS LOVE LANGUAGE

headcanons:

>DATING HEADCANONS

>DEAN AMBROSE/JON MOXLEY DATING HEADCANONS

>ROMAN REIGNS DATING HEADCANONS

>SETH ROLLINS DATING HEADCANONS

>RANDY ORTON DATING HEADCANONS

>FINN BALOR DATING HEADCANONS

>NEVILLE/PAC DATING HEADCANONS

>DEAN AMBROSE/JON MOXLEY BFF HEADCANONS

>ROMAN REIGNS BFF HEADCANONS

>SETH ROLLINS BFF HEADCANONS

>RANDY ORTON BFF HEADCANONS

>FINN BALOR BFF HEADCANONS

>NEVILLE/PAC BFF HEADCANONS

[longbottomlove]

sick!Neville x reader

poor neville had contracted the flu. there was a bout of it going around the school, and it had caught up to him. 3 days in the infirmary and the sickness hadn’t budged. he missed his friends, he missed his toad, but most of all, he missed you.

neville focused his eyes on the ceiling and let a long sigh out of his one open nostril. he was bored. being cooped up in the firm, springy bed had done wonders for his back. “wonders” as in “made it hurt like nothing else”. he just wanted to get better already.

his thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the infirmary door. madame pomfrey had stepped out, so it could be her, but he had a feeling it wasn’t.

“nev? you in here?”

there it was! your voice! it sounded labored but he didn’t care. the corners of his mouth pulled apart, evidence of the joy pulsing through his body.

he didn’t have time for a response before you pulled back the curtain to his bed. your hair was messed up, beads of sweat coated your forehead and you were breathing heavily.

“i..*gasp*.. ran here *gasp*.. all the way*gasp* from-“

“i get the gist,” neville said, amused that you wanted to see him so bad.

“are you okay? when can you get out of here? i brought your work. and a snack. well it’s for me but-“

“stop, love. i’m okay,” he grasped your arm and tugged it in a motion that said sit. and you did. right beside him. his eyelids were heavy and his hair was covered in sweat. he was not okay. but you let him think he was. arguing with a sick neville got you nowhere.

instead of saying something back, you kept quiet. putting your legs up on the bed, he opened his covers and welcomed you in. and you two stayed like that. enjoying each others company in the quiet of the empty room.

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a/n omg my first blurb/one shot / idk what it’s called it was so bad but i promise ill get better over time kk i love you!

[mastermindmiko]

Greenhouse escapades

Pairing: Neville Longbottom + fem!reader

Word count: 2868

Summary: You remember the beginnings of your relationship with Neville while hanging out with him outside the Greenhouse. You remember one too many things, and one thing leads to another and you end up getting caught in some activities that you shouldn’t have been up to.

Trigger warnings: deciding that there is no need for breakfast?, mentions of sex, kissing, foreplay, semi-pulic sex, mentions of fingering, sex. 18+, getting caught.

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Requests are open

As you sat on the green grass outside of the greenhouse with Neville you looked up at the sky guessing the most random shapes for each cloud you could see. Neville laughed at your cute but somewhat disturbing ideas for each cloud. His back was pressed against the glass of the Green House and you sat in between his legs as his hands were wrapped around your waist. 

Everyone was in the great hall for breakfast, but you had already eaten with Neville earlier that morning so you both decided there was no need to go to breakfast. You were outside Neville’s favourite place, you both spent a lot of time in and out of the green house. You enjoyed looking at pretty flowers and Neville enjoyed tending to the pretty flowers. 

The weather was hot, so you turned to Neville and took the hair tie that he always kept for you on his wrist. Neville always noticed the tiniest things about you; two of those things were that you always get hot quickly and that you lose your hair ties quickly as well. So he always keeps a hair tie on his wrist for you, and you found that adorable. He also noticed you fiddling with your fingers a lot when you're anxious so he lets you play with his fingers because you admitted it helps; he did that a lot even before you were dating. 

As you laid back on his chest you leaned your head back on his shoulder and you felt him press a soft kiss on your neck. You smiled as you closed your eyes in blissful peace. You thought of how much you loved Neville, he always has a picture of you in his wallet and how much he constantly admires you, he always says that he’s the lucky one when he’s the most thoughtful person to ever exist. You loved how he still made pinky promises and the multiple kisses he leaves on your face to wake you up each morning.

 You thought of all your moments with Neville; how he’d always give you a flower everyday and all the hugs he gave you from behind your back and twirled you. All the soft kisses and the rushed kisses, the kiss he’d give you after an entire summer of not seeing each other. 

Then you thought of your memories with Neville in the Greenhouse, other than it being the place you both spend your most time together other than your dorm; it was the place that you both had your first kiss together and your first time. 

***

You were in the greenhouse going to talk to Neville about how he’s been spending less time with you and more time with luna. A small part of you kept saying that they were just friends and that you shouldn’t worry, and the rest of you kept asking ‘Why do you even care?’ 

Neville walked into the greenhouse while holding a plant pot, presumably for one of the many plants he was currently caring for. “Neville!” You said. 

He looked up at the call of his name and saw you, a smile spread on his face as he walked up to an empty space on one of the desks and placed the pot while saying “Hi.” 

He washed his hands and he watched you fiddle with your fingers; and he walked up to you and handed you his hand which you then played with his fingers. Neville always loved helping you in some way and this way involved holding your hand so he couldn’t complain. 

“Why don’t you like spending time with me anymore?” You asked quickly after minutes of silence, and you watched as his expression turned into shock immediately. He squeezed your two hands that were playing with his fingers and asked “What do you mean?” 

You looked away from him slightly and let out a long sigh as you looked him in the eye once again, “You don’t spend as much time with me as you used to.” 

Neville flushed and it was his turn to look away from you, he hadn’t realised he’d done it so obviously. He didn’t want to but realising his growing feelings for you and that you couldn’t possibly like him; he decided that that was the right thing to do. He didn’t want you to notice because he didn’t want to hurt your feelings.  

You noticed his silence and you concluded that he was actually doing it on purpose; and you weren’t hallucinating. A frown was on your lips when you asked “Why? Did something happen? Did I do somethin-” 

“No no no. You didn’t do anything, I just I-” He waved the hand that wasn’t holding yours and he sighed, cheeks flushing. You looked at him, not saying anything. “I-” 

“If you don’t want to hang out with me, it’s fine. I can't force yo-” you started but you were cut off once again by him saying, “No it’s nothing like that, It’s my fault I just-” His gaze fell on your lips as an idea popped into his head. 

You saw him look at your lips and your face flushed as butterflies exploded in your stomach. You thought about kissing him and you noticed that you would actually really really like it if he did that. “I just-” 

He quickly pressed a peck to your lips and you were frozen even though you thought of it you hadn’t expected him to do it. He started muttering apologies as he took a step away from you letting your once almost intertwined hands fall apart. 

You cut him off by placing your lips against his, and placing your hands around his neck. He kissed you back just as eagerly as you kissed him, and your lips were moulded together like two perfect pieces of a puzzle. You pushed your tongue inside his mouth and both your tongues played together. You heard him groan and as you pulled away to take your breath, you rested your forehead on his. You saw his boner and looked up at him, both his cheeks flushed red. Your panties got wet at the thought of Neville inside you.

You kissed him feverishly and you then asked him both your lips not parting except for long enough for you to let out a word at a time “Neville-” He pressed his lips against yours again, “do you-” you said as you pulled away from his slightly to ask your question, but you were only able to say those two words. “Neville, I want you.” 

His cheeks flushed as he stopped kissing you and asked “Are you sure?” You nodded and you both laid on the floor that was covered with blankets. “Have you ever done this before?” You asked shyly. 

“No, Have you?” He both replied and asked. 

You shook your head and then you pressed your lips against his and started to play with his hair and his hands were beside your head. He carefully put his hands, respectfully, on your waist. When you both needed to catch your breaths, you pulled away and you rose up slightly taking off your shirt. His eyes looked all over your body taking in all of your skin he hadn't seen before, his breathing got heavier and you could feel his boner on your thigh. 

You grabbed his wrist that was resting beside your head and placed it on your stomach encouraging him, “Touch me, Neville.” He pressed his lips against yours, he kissed you roughly and hungerly. His hands roamed your body and you helped him unclip your bra, and he threw it somewhere on the floor. 

He placed his hands on your breasts and started to massage them and you started to let out small moans. You then striped off your pants leaving you in only your panties that were uncomfortably wet. Wide-eyed he looked all over your body that was exposed to him admiring your beauty. 

You realised that he didn’t know what to do next so you grabbed his hand once again and placed it on your clit, you let out a small moan at the feeling of his hand around you; and his mouth opened slightly. Then you made his finger rub circles over your clit, you pulled your hips up slightly motioning for him to be near you. He started toying with your clit. 

“Is this alright?” He asked slightly hesitant as he increased the pressure on your clit and cupped the rest of your pussy with his hand. “Yes Neville, It feels good.” You replied with your voice between a sigh and a moan. 

After a few seconds you pushed his hand away reluctantly and you let out a whimper. He thought he did something wrong so he started asking quickly “Did I do something wrong? Did I hurt you? Are you okay-” 

“Yes Neville. I just want you inside me.” You said boldly and watched as he went to unbuckle his pants and you took off your panties. 

***

You were brought out of your day dream and memory by a small “Darling?” You lifted your head off of Neville’s shoulder and looked at him, eyes opened, you still hadn't registered the wetness in your panties when he started saying “Are you okay? You were making um noises?” 

You flushed feeling embarrassed that you pulled him out of his thoughts that were probably innocent, but your guilt washed away when you felt him grow hard under you. You noticed that while you were dreaming he had pulled you closer to both his hips and chest, and that his hands were on your thighs now not your waist. 

“Neville.” You let out in a rough, strict voice. He was getting more courageous with the places you both had sex in, you always had sex in the Green house even though the walls were grass. You were both covered by the massive amounts of plants and their huge sizes, and you would always muffle your voice on Neville's shoulder. 

“What love? He said innocently as he looked at you with his hands closer to your skirt. “You look so pretty in that skirt, I can’t help it; and then you let out some small moans. I just can’t stop myself.” he finished while pressing some small kisses on your neck. 

“Neville.” You said with a groan as you pushed his head away from your neck and gave him a look. 

“Please Darling. There’s no one around.” You looked around you both to check and there was in fact no one around, you were also wet so this would be a win for both of you. Then you remembered how Neville got bold while you two were having sex once again, so you had sex ten minutes before Charms in the classroom. So Flitwick had to return your bra to Neville, you were so embarrassed. 

“Neville remember Charms.” 

He let out an annoyed groan and said “That was one time, and so you see any professors around here?” He was once again right. 

“That doesn’t matter, We’re in public and breakfast is going to finish.” You started to wonder how long you could stand the wetness in your panties. It's been about a week since you had done anything with Neville and you were getting impatient to feel him inside you. 

He started from your temple to the base of your throat as his hands wandered up inside your skirt slowly rubbing your thighs at the same time. “So you don’t want this?” 

“Yes.” You replied in what you thought was going to be a tough voice but came out as a breathy sigh. His hands reached your underwear and started to rub circles on your clit, knowing that since the first time you showed him how, he knew it was your weakness. You cursed yourself for telling him that and that you were almost agreeing to have sex with him in public while all the students were about to come out of the great hall soon.

You leaned your head back on his shoulder once again and you started to let out small moans and whimpers. “I’m taking them off, okay?” Neville said in your ear as his fingers reached the hem of your panties. 

You nodded and felt him pull your panties down your legs, and you handed them to Neville; who smirked and said “Turn around.” 

Sometimes you would absolutely hate how comfortable Neville became with you, but then you’d go back to loving him being himself with you. It was always kind of fun people thinking that Neville was innocent when at the same time they're saying that Neville has his hands up your skirt while you’re eating dinner at the great hall. 

You turned around as cautiously as possible making sure not to flash your ass to anyone that was looking or that could be near, there was no one around. You avoided his gaze and your eyes were fixed more on his trousers. He pressed a long passionate kiss on your mouth. 

While his tongue licked your bottom lip asking for an entrance and you parted your mouth, he started to unbuckle his belt and pulled his trousers and boxers below his hips so that his cock was able to become exposed to the air. He placed his hand on his cock rubbing it at the same time you placed your face into the crook of his neck trying to hide your face. You knew that Neville would have stopped if you told him to or if you were not turned on by this; but when he touched you and felt you dripping he knew that you didn’t want him to stop. 

“Neville, can you be quicker?” You ask more of a demand than a question. You heard him chuckle and you could practically hear the smirk that was on his face as he replied “Of course love.” 

He pulled up against him so that you were both brushing against each other in the most agonising way and you let out a breathy moan and the movement. You started to move your hips against his and his tip kept brushing against your pussy. 

He kissed you urgently and passionately and you did the same thing. He started to position you on top of him, and when his tip was aligned with your entrance you pulled your mouth away from his. You slid all the way down on top of him , with you letting out a loud moan as soon as your hips met at the way he stretched you out. 

“Fuck.” He said with a groan, when you put your arms behind his neck and started to bounce on top of him. You had been on top many times before when there wasn’t any space for him to be on top of you, but this time the feeling of getting caught was making him inside you feel so much better. 

Your skirt covered both his cock and your pussy but as you started to go faster your knees hitting the ground and you both let out moans, it was obvious what you were doing. You kept bouncing up and down as you rotate your hips every once in a while, and Neville couldn’t get enough of you as he placed his hands under your ass and pulled you closer to him making him groan louder. He started to kiss you again sensing that you were both getting too loud to not get caught and he kissed you feverishly, kissing your neck every once in a while. 

He moved his hips to get him to reach a new angle inside you and he started thrusting up to you and your hips hit each other with every movement. You started moaning loudly and he pressed his lips onto your again muffling your sounds. You started to get close and from the amount of times you’ve reached this point with Neville he sensed this and started to increase his speed while rubbing sloppy circles on your clit. 

He worked you through your orgasm and soon after that you felt him cum inside you, you knew the spell so it wasn’t a problem. After you pulled up from him, you sat on the ground beside him. You were still breathing heavily when he asked “Are you okay love?” 

You nodded and started to lean into Neville. Then you heard a rustle in the leaves around you both and both frantically tried to look calm and cool. Professor Sprout came into view with Professor Slughorn, both of them looking awkward, “I just wanted to get him the potion ingredients.” said professor Sprout. 

“Best be off to class, kids.” Professor Slughorn added trying to be cheerful and act as if they hadn’t heard you and Neville fucking a few seconds ago.

[divinearchitect]

i woke up fulfilled today.

i’m so thankful i no longer feel disappointed waking up in my CR, thinking i did anything “wrong,” or blaming myself.

i’m thankful i can wake up and still persist in the knowing i am a master shifter in imagination because it’s inevitable my subconscious will never fail me.

i realize after a certain point you accept the 3D solely because you know things will work out in your favor anyway… and it gets so much easier, allowing things to flow as they are supposed to.

BE STILL AND KNOW THAT I AM GOD.

[how2loa]

reminder: stop being a victim and replaying the old story. you feel so comfortable basking in the old story because that’s all you’ve let yourself know. embody your new state. who are you? practice living, talking, thinking like your desired version. stop repeating your circumstances, you have nothing to lose anyways. be who you desire to be because you already are them.

[existence-is-overrated]

clocked them 10mins into the vid x

[heavenangelly]

Once you have successfully changed yourself within and accept the fact you already have it/it is done, and did not care abt the 3d once since it was already done, it will manifest. The mirror will always show you what you are (fully)

[vesora]

imagining creates

one of the most important lectures in LOA

The creator of the world works in the depth of your soul, underlying all of your faculties, including perception and streams into your surface mind least disguised in the form of creative fancy. Watch your thoughts, and you will catch Him in the act of creating, for He is your very Self. Every moment of time you are imagining what you are conscious of, and if you do not forget what you are imagining and it comes to pass, you have found the creative cause of your world.

God is Pure Imagination

Because God is pure imagination and the only creator, if you imagine a state and bring it to pass, you have found Him. Remember: God is your consciousness, your I AM; so when you are imagining, God is doing it. If you imagine and forget what you imagine, you may not recognize your harvest when it appears. It may be good, bad, or indifferent, but if you forget how it came into being, you have not found God. You do not have to be rich to be happy but you must be imaginative. You could have great wealth and be afraid of tomorrow's needs, or have nothing and travel the world over, for all things exist in your own wonderful human imagination.

The Present Moment

The present moment is a formed imaginal act. I urge you to shape your world from within and no longer from without. Describe yourself as you would like to be seen by others and believe your words. Walk in the assumption they are true and - because no power can thwart God - what He is imagining, you will experience. You are not someone apart from God, for I AM cannot be divided. The Lord, our God, is one I AM, not two! If God's I AM and your I AM is the same I AM, define what you would like to be. Then believe you are the Lord!

This is how the law works. It never fails if you will go all out and believe that your human imagination is God. Because God cannot die, he is a God of the living! So when the garment you now wear comes to its end, you - the being living in it - will continue to live. You will still be in a world just like this one until you awaken from the dream of life. Then you will move into an entirely different age, to realize the oneness of the being that you really are. Until then, believe what I am telling you, for it is true.

Imagining for Others

When you imagine for a seeming other you are blessed, for there is no other and you are giving your imaginal gift to yourself! Hear your friend tell you his good news, see the joy on his face, feel the thrill of fulfillment, and let it take place in your world. And as it does, recognize your harvest. Realize you are responsible for its consummation. The world is yourself pushed out. Ask yourself what you want and then give it to yourself! Do not question how it will come about; just go your way, knowing that the evidence of what you have done must appear, and it will.

Change That Which You Dislike

Remember: you don't have to abide by anything you dislike. It is but a vessel in your hand which is not properly shaped. Go down to the potter's house and rework it into another vessel as it seems good for you, the potter, to do. You cannot only rework your concept of self into a new one, but you can rework another. If one is not well or does not earn enough to pay his expenses, the concept is misshapen. You don't ask the vessel if you may rework it, rather you feel as though you have witnessed the change or heard the good news.

There Must Be Action

There must be action, for an idea alone produces nothing. You must act within yourself by entering the idea. When someone calls or makes a request of you, you must act upon it by producing a motor element within yourself. It may be the sound of their voice telling you it has already happened. Or you may feel the touch of his hand. Whatever you do, it must be something that takes the desire from being an idea and moves it into the creative state of fulfillment.

You Are All Imagination

How is this mystery unraveled? By claiming you are all imagination. Then wrapping yourself in space, and mentally seeing your world relative to your assumed position in space. Do that and you have moved. President Hoover once said: "Human history, through its many forms of governments, its revolutions, its wars - in fact the rise and fall of nations - could be written in terms of the rise and fall of ideas implanted in the minds of men." Here you see that the change of governments is the result of the change of ideas implanted in the mind.

Implanting the Horrors of the World

Can you now see how we are implanting the horrors of the world? Read the morning paper, watch television, or listen to the radio, and you will observe how their words frighten you in order to get your attention. See a headline that someone was murdered and you stop to read it. See another, saying things are fine, and you ignore it, as it would mean nothing. Read the scandal sheet, telling of some prominent person who has been unfaithful and you enjoy a bit of gossip. All of these are ideas implanted in the mind, which cause the rise and fall of nations.

Imagining Creates Reality

I tell you: imagining creates reality! If you want to change your life you must become aware of the ideas you are planting in the mind of others! When you meet someone who is negative, put a lovely idea in its place. Then, whenever you think of him, imagine he is telling you something lovely. And, because you now walk in a world that is not disturbed by his negative state, when he finds himself no longer thinking negative thoughts, he will never know you were its source. You will know it and that is all that is important.

Thought Awareness

Become aware of the thoughts you are thinking and you will know a more pleasant life. It makes no difference what others do; plant loving, kind thoughts and you will be blessed in the doing. I ask you now to believe in the invisible God who became you. When you say "I am", you think of the face you wear, but you are not it. You are so much greater than it could ever be. I have disclosed the one and only source of the phenomena of life. Everything that has ever happened, is happening, or will happen to you, comes from God, who is your own wonderful human imagination. I urge you to use it wisely.

What Are You Imagining?

Imagining creates reality! Have you imagined something and it hasn't come to pass? Then what are you imagining right now? Are you imagining you are John Brown? You were not born knowing you were John Brown. You were born and others began to call you John. As time passed you began to assume you were John Brown and began to respond when you heard the name John. When you imagined being secure did you forget the feeling? Are you imagining you are secure now? You may have no evidence that you are secure, but as you allow others to tell you how much you are loved and wanted, how successful and famous you are, you will begin to assume it, and imagination will have created its reality. Try it, for that reality you already are!