He thought it was a good idea. ‘it’s just one date Seungcheol, what could possibly go wrong.’ he had told himself this 2 days prior to the night of his first date since his son’s birth.
Overall, when seungcheol had arrived back from the date, he definitely knew there would not be a second one. Now all he wanted to do was see his lil man.
Seungcheol opened the door and was greeted with 2 eerily smiling faces. Soonyoung and Seokmin stood nervously, their hearts pounding in their chest.
“Soo funny story.” Seokmin led the conversation.
Seungcheol pulled his jacket off, staring at them questioningly, “Funny as in laughing funny or funny as in I’m going to kill you if anything happened to my son.”
“Well!” Soonyoung clapped as he jumped, “Looks like its time for me to leave, Seokmin you got it from here.”
Seungcheol gripped Soonyoung from the neck of his shirt, “What happened to my son.”
“What happened is you’re lucky I was in the neighborhood and decided to stop by.” You walked into Seungcheol’s view, the four year old boy resting on your hip, “Chan was running around the apartment building.”
“WE WERE PLAYING HIDE AND SEEK!” Seokmin screamed.
You smacked his arm, “that doesn’t mean you leave the door unlocked so he can wander off. What if Chan got hurt.”
“But he didn’t.” Soonyoung butted in with a smile.
“Get out.” You smack the two boys as they quickly got their shoes on, leaving quickly before Seungcheol could get his hands on them.
Seungcheol sighed, taking the boy from your hands, “How’s my lil man.” He earned giggles from the younger as Seungcheol lifted him up in the air, tossing him lightly.
You followed Seungcheol into his home, “I’m guessing your date didn’t go well.”
Seungcheol chuckled, “Definitely not. I thought you were on a date too.”
Chan wiggled out of his father’s arms, trudging his way back to you. You picked him up, kissing the boys cheek, “Too douchey for my taste.” You set Chan atop the kitchen counter, grabbing a few animal crackers and treating him, “who needs a boyfriend when I have this lil guy.”
Chan giggled when you nuzzled your nose into his cheek, stealing a peck onto the tiny boy, “Cookie?” Chan offered you a piece to which you gladly took into your mouth.
Seungcheol watched the scene unfold. His lips tugged upward, his eyes sparkling, 'god she’s beautiful’. He loved you so much more than he wanted too. From the day he accidentally hit you with a basketball in college to the day he watched you push the boy in your arms out into the world.
Seungcheol snapped out of his thoughts, “Yeah.”
You gave him a sweet smile, “Why don’t you rest. I’ll put Chan to bed.”
Seungcheol only nods as he watches your figure slink away and slip into Chan’s room.
Seungcheol brushes his teeth slowly. Mind wandering to that night years ago, the drunken kiss, the heated room, bodies pressed together, the hunger of it all. At the time still young, nearing graduation, for a moment the mutual feelings you both shared were released.
'Easy’ he remembered the words slipping from his tongue 'one night stand’ he slapped the hand of one of his friends. He wanted to keep his image, his cool and playboyish mask. Your heart shattered when the words spread around campus and he realized he’d lost the thing he loved.
It wasn’t until a month later he heard your voice. The words 'im pregnant’ ringed in his ears. And he wanted to hug you, hold you up, spin you happily, kiss you passionately. Only your eyes showed different. Your eyes showed resentment against him and he cowered. He promised himself he would help you, anything you needed he would do it. No matter how much you tried to shove him away, he bounced back.
“Get away from me Seungcheol.” The venom in your voice pierced him.
He followed from behind slowly, “I just want to make sure you’re okay.”
“I’m fine.” you snapped at him, “Now stop following me.”
Seungcheol paused in his steps. You wobbled with your large front, a hand placed protectively over the mid. 'Im fine’ you convinced yourself. The pain came excruciatingly quick, your back arched as you let out a cry.
Seungcheol was by your side like the wind, a hand rested on your back, “Are you okay. What’s wrong.”
You winced with each contraction, “I…I think I’m in labor.”
For 15 hours he stood by your side. As you cried out in pain, Seungcheol let you grip onto his hand. The crushing feeling, he pushed aside as he looked at the sweat fall from your face.
“I can’t!!” You cried out when the doctor instructed you to push once more.
Seungcheol leaned in close to you, his hand numb from your hard squeezing. He pushed your hair out of your face, whispering, “Listen. You can do this. Just a little bit more and it’ll be over. I promise okay.” Seungcheol could see the weariness in your expression, “Look at me.” you complied, “I promise, everything will be better after this.”
With one last push, the screeching cry filled the room. You threw your head back exhausted, you hadn’t realized your hand was still connected to Seungcheol as they brought the newborn back towards you. Emotions filled you as you held the child, tears filled your eyes and Seungcheols reassuring hand rubbed circles on your back.
“Hey Cheol.” you poked your head into the bathroom just as Seungcheol finished rinsing his mouth, “I’m gonna head out now.”
Seungcheol followed you to the door, he had changed into a white t-shirt and sweatpants while you still donned on your form fitting dress. His eyes scanned you up and down, heart fluttering with your every step.
You slipped on your heels, pulling the coat around you before glancing at Seungcheol, “I’ll pick up Chan on Monday.” Seungcheol hummed in agreement. You turned your back and he wanted so much to stop you, to pull you back, to ask you to stay.
“Oh!” Seungcheol jumped at your sudden spin, “I almost forgot. Can you pick up Chan from preschool on Thursday. I’m sorry, Jeonghan set me up on a blind date and apparently it just could not wait until later.”
Seungcheol stuffed the broken pieces of his heart down his throat, “Yeah sure no problem.”
“Thanks I owe you one.”
Your hand rested on the door handle, pushing it, Seungcheol watched the door slam shut in his face. The silence plagued his apartment until the light pitter patter of feet reached him.
Chan pulled the blanket alongside him, a hand rubbing his eyes, “Did mommy leave.”
Seungcheol lifted the young boy into his arms, a sigh leaving his lips, “Yeah. Mommy left.”
Newt Scamander x Reader- My Eyes are Different, Darling
Newt Scamander x Reader- My Eyes are Different, Darling
A/N: As promised, here is another Newt x Reader! I was originally going to post this later, but I figured why the hell not now? I hope you enjoy, it is currently past 2 am and I am so dead right now. This is also a lot longer than what was originally intended. I think I should have a Credence x Reader up soon. Thank you to all the lovely people who are reading and enjoying my imagines :)
Summary: Reader’s friend makes the reader insecure and Newt finds out and comforts them.
Warnings: slightly angsty but full of fluffy stuff, mentions of insecurities. Also, I wrote this to kind of comfort my own insecurities in a way, and if anyone is ever feeling down, I’m here. YOU ARE ALL SPECIAL AMAZING AND BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE MUCH LOVE TO YOU
A melodic tune of piano notes danced and intertwined itself with the smell of coffee beans, wrapping the building in an aura of comfort. Shifting in your chair slightly, you made yourself comfortable as you waited for your friend to arrive at the busy café. The two of you had not talked face to face in some time, and a lot had changed between the last time you met and the present day. For one thing, you were now in a relationship with none other than the famous Magizoologist himself, Newt Scamander. The beginning of your relationship was a bit awkward, but the two of you soon seemed as if you had known each other your entire lives. Though you had each gone to separate schools in the past, with Newt attending Hogwarts and you attending Ilvermorny, you two managed to cross paths and fall deeply in love. Newt found you just as fascinating as his beasts, if not slightly more, and of course as majestic as the shining stars above. You were his everything, and he was yours.
You dabbed your napkin on the table to soak up the droplets of coffee that splashed from your cup as you picked it up. You slowly indulged in the hot drink in contentment. As you set the cup down again, you heard a familiar voice echo throughout the shop.
“Y/n! I haven’t seen you in so long,” your friend cheerfully spoke, however something seemed slightly off. Nontheless, you still rose from your chair to greet her with a hug.
“Hello F/n, nice to see you too.”
“Oh I am absolutely famished! Let’s see what this run down place has. You know I would have thought that you would have chosen a better meeting spot, but this is still um….pleasant.”
You were taken aback. This wasn’t the friend you previously knew from your letters. She was different, morphed into a sort of prissy person in your opinion. You began to take in her appearance more. You noticed that instead of the simple necklace she typically wore being laced around her neck, a flashy chain coated in green gems glittered oh so proudly in its place. As well as that, her sensible yet elegant style had been overthrown by a frilly coat and gold stained dress that looked like it cost more than the place that you and Newt shared. She had not only discarded her usual outfit, but she discarded her sweet and caring demeanor as well. You didn’t particularly like this shift, but she was your friend after all.
The two of you carried on conversing, well, more like she carried on conversing. For the past thirty minutes, she droned on and on about her new boyfriend’s lavish life and how they met. Apparently he was some bigshot in the ministry in England she met while at some party, and you now realized how she afforded her new style so easily. Your beverage turned plain, much like the conversation. While stuffing a croissant in her mouth, she asked you what was going on in your life for the first time since she walked through the door.
“Well I fixed up a place a few minutes away from here, and also-,” you were just about to talk about Newt when she cut in.
“That’s wonderful,” she interrupted, “Now all you need to do is fix your appearance and you’ll have a man to match!”
You were shocked. What did she mean?
“What, what do you mean?”
“You know what I mean Y/n, no man is going to want you like that. I mean look at you, you used to be so lively and pretty.”
You couldn’t tell if you heard mugs clinking or your heart breaking to pieces with every stinging word that poured from her lips. Her words were venom, piercing you fragile heart. You had always been a little insecure, and she knew this, yet here she was, stabbing at you like food on a plate. Plus you didn’t think you had changed that much.
“I-I’m the same person though,” you muttered.
“But you lack ‘wow’ Y/n. I mean look at what you’re wearing, it’s so boring,” she paused and leaned a bit closer to whisper, “kind of like this place.”
“And your hair could use some work. Your figure…hmm… I think I passed a corset shop on the way here. Oh and your face, I could probably fix it up back at my place where all my supplies are, oh and I almost forgot about your height.”
Tears began to swell in your eyes. You began to wonder if this was how everyone saw you, if this was how Newt saw you.
F/n munched on her last bit of the baked good before looking down at her watch, which was also encrusted with shimmering jewels. Jewels that were far more beautiful than you were.
She gasped with croissant still shoved inside of her perfect plump red lips, “My goodness, I must be going, my darling and I need to get ready for the dinner ball my friend Lucille is hosting. Oh but today was wonderful Y/n, next time we’ll do it at my place so I can do your new look on ya!” With a smile on her face she air kissed your cheek with a faint ‘mwah’ and clicked away in her heels. She opened the door and left the café, however your true friend left months ago.
You didn’t bother to hold you sobs back anymore. You cleared your space off the table and began to walk back to your shared place. The chilly air grazed against your face and froze your tears.
Maybe she was right. Maybe you did need some work on your image. What did you know? She was stunning, all decorated and gleaming in her illuminating outfit. You thought Newt loved you for who you were, but after that encounter with F/n, you weren’t so sure.
You trudged up the stairs to your door and slipped the key out of your pocket. Once the door was unlocked, you crept inside with your dread and insecurities trudging right behind. The shoes you wore were taken off and left next to Newt’s own large pair by the door. As a sigh ghosted over your lips, you painted a smile on. You couldn’t let Newt see how you were feeling.
Just as you were trying to move your hair around, footsteps pounded as you stood in the hallway. From the other room pooped in Newt, clad in his waistcoat with his sleeves rolled past his elbows. When he saw you his eyes lit up like a child on Christmas, and he walked over to wrap you in his warm hugs.
“Hello love, how was your lunch?” he questioned, still lovingly holding you.
“It was great Newt,” you lied. It was far from great, the exact opposite actually. A run in with a Hungarian Horntail probably would have been better, but you sealed your mouth.
Newt kissed your head and then began to ramble about the shenanigans his babies did while you were out. You couldn’t help but smile a bit when Newt went into great detail as to how Dougal managed to “Go missing” for an hour causing him to panic since he thought he got out again, but instead he was just invisible and playing with the occamy babies. Newt continued to ramble about the Nundu and the Bowtruckles and the Niffler, until he paused in realization.
“Oh love, I almost forgot, Jacob and Queenie wanted us to come over for dinner tonight. Tina is working with MACUSA so unfortunately she won’t be there, but we can still go and have a good time with them surely.”
You in no mood to go out anywhere, but it was Jacob and Queenie.
“Of course Newt, I’ll grab my coat,” you spoke as you gave him a kiss on his cheek, to which he gladly swung you in his arms to return the favor.
When he let go, you once again slipped on your coat, with negative thoughts clouding your mind once more.
‘Am I really wearing this? My hair is everywhere I need my brush. I can’t eat too much or else I’ll become bloated, then Newt will notice and mention it for sure…’
You couldn’t shake your demons off your sleeves. All you could do was smile and act like everything was okay. Just as another round of harmful thoughts came about your head, Newt emerged in his coat and scarf wrapped around his neck. His case rested in his hand and his wand lay in his mouth. Handsome as ever of course, yet you felt like you looked like a troll next to him. You took out your wand along with Newt and you both whisked yourselves away to dinner.
Once you arrived, you were greeted with an ecstatic Queenie as she engulfed you and Newt into a hug. Jacob was setting up the table, without magic of course, even though at this moment he wished he had magic in him like his girlfriend. Queenie led you two in to hug Jacob and sit down to enjoy dinner.
“It’s nice of you to join us Newt, you spend so much time in your case I’m afraid I won’t see you on some days,” Jacob chuckled and Newt followed after.
As dinner carried on, you ate slowly. Yu put food in your mouth fast enough to make it look like you were enjoying the food, but slow enough so you wouldn’t wound your figure more. While Newt and Jacob chatted about how popular the niffler bread was still, another wave of dark thoughts hit you.
‘See he doesn’t like you, he would rather talk to Jacob than his own ugly girlfriend. I’ve eaten too much today, I should stop. I wish I looked like Queenie. How does Newt stand being with me, I’m repulsive? My hair looks like the dead pelt of a possum, and my face is too round and coated with-,’you thought to yourself.
Your string of anxious thoughts was cut short, as Queenie took notice.
“Why are you thinking like that? You’re a lovely person and Newt adores you sweetheart,” she spoke, but you didn’t believe her.
“Queenie, please don’t read my mind right now please.”
“But Y/n you’re hurting yourself with words that are far from the truth. I know you aren’t like that, so does Jacob and Tina and Newt of course.”
“Queenie I’m fine.”
“Y/n you need to speak to Newt.”
“I can’t Queenie. Please don’t tell him about this,” you whispered as tears threaten to cascade once again.
“Please,” you uttered. Now even your voice was terrible. Newt probably thought it was annoying. Your voice gave a small crack in defeat, not allowing more words to flow out.
Your eyes changed to a hazy version, the joy being glossed over by insecurity.
Newt stopped talking immediately when he took notice.
“Y/n, what’s wrong?” he asked.
“N-Nothing,” you choked out, restraining your waterworks to break lose, “I just, I think I forgot to locked the door on our way out. I’m going to go check.”
“Y/n,” he called, his eyes displayed extreme concern. He couldn’t figure out what was wrong with his girlfriend.
With a thank you to Jacob and Queenie for the splendid meal, a kiss pressed lightly to Newt’s cheek, and a wave of your wand, you disappeared again.
You arrived back home to all the lights shut off because you found it fitting. Who would want to see you anyways?
You found yourself in the bedroom that you and Newt shared. The bed was neatly made and crisp, but you were more interested in the mirror residing in the left corner. Your coat was removed once more, leaving you to scrutinize yourself from every angle.
‘Fat. Ugly. Hideous. Pathetic. Worthless. Shame. How the hell could Newt ever see anything nice? Everything about me is nothing more than a pile of garbage. I’m holding him back. He deserves a beautiful person. I’m not beautiful, I’m not beautiful, I’m not-,’ you thought once more.
And with that, your heart entirely broke. Your composure slumped to the floor like a lifeless corpse. The ground shifted below you as your hair hid your face from view. Behind your hand were fresh tear stains, as you sobbed rivers upon rivers. Breathlessly, your chest heaved up and down rapidly as more sobs were ripped from your core. You looked once more into the mirror. With puffy eyes and a dark cloud looming above you, you sat with you head in your hands. Your breaking point had been reached, and there was no one there to help pick up the pieces. No love, no joy, no happiness, just you left to wallow in your pathetic excuse of a life.
“Why am I like this, Why can’t I be beautiful! Why did I have to be this way? Maybe if I were gone life would be better. I just want to be beautiful and gorgeous is that so much to ask for!?” you screamed. More and more tears rushed down your face and onto your clothes. Who cared if you screamed? It’s not like you had anyone left.
Or so you thought.
A whimper left your shaking body as you turned from your spot on the floor to see Newt staring back with just as many tears in his eyes. Hi hair was usually messy, but now it was simply sticking out everywhere. A pink tint had become printed on his face as more tears glossed over his gentle eyes.
“G-Get out N-Newt. Don’t look at me I-I I am terrible,” your words stung him right through his heart. You didn’t want to hurt him. That was the last thing you ever wanted to do. Footsteps echoed once again, and you let a small sigh out as you assumed he listened and actually left. Another round of crying was about to ensue, but you became startled by two muscular arms wrapping around you.
“Newt stop. Please stop,” you pleaded, but he was having none of it.
“No Y/n,” his voice was sterner now, “I will not.”
“No Y/n. Why didn’t you tell me any of this? Do you know how much it hurt finding out about this? Queenie told me once you left and s-she said that you were f-f-feeling terrible about yourself and I just don’t understand why you would think that.”
“Because F/n is right Newt.”
“What do you mean dear?” his voice lowered. It was calmer, but still weighted with worry.
“When I-I was out earlier, F/n said that I needed to fix m-myself so I could get a man.”
“Now Newt was beyond hurt, “But you have me.”
“But you could do so much better than, than this,” you cried as you gestured to your body.
“No I couldn’t.”
“Yes you could, I’m just so horrible to look at and I am annoying and gross and ugly and maybe I should look into buying a corset like F/n said so you’ll like me.”
“You will do absolutely no such thing,” Newt spoke roughly while still capturing you in his warm cuddles. He needed you to feel as loved and safe as possible.
“But I need to,”
“No Y/n. Whatever F/n said to you today was uncalled for. You don’t need someone as retched in your life. Now I want you to listen to me. You, and I mean only you, are the most beautiful, wonderful, amazing, kind, caring, smart and all around gorgeous person I have ever laid my eyes on. I’m still completely unsure of why someone as angelic as you decided to stay with me and accompany me for all this time. Your eyes, your hair, your smile, your personality, your body, everything, and I truly do mean everything Y/n, is exceptionally sacred to me. Not only do you look like a goddess Y/n, but you have a lovely personality to go with it. Your heart is so pure and gold, I’m surprised the Niffler hasn’t tried to steal it yet,”
At this you let out a tiny laugh. A small laugh, but still a laugh, and Newt pulled you closer as he continued on.
“Y/n, my eyes don’t see you like the other people do. I see you as real and spectacular and just, well you know, beautiful in and out darling. I would never dream of having anyone else in my life. I would never want to wake up with another person in my bed, another person making tea in the kitchen, another person caring for my beasts. I would never replace you. I never ever want you to look at yourself this way again. It’s not healthy, and it’s not true. You are beautiful on the inside and outside and I never ever want you to pull yourself down again. Don’t listen to what people say, they’re full of rubbish anyways. The mirror lies darling, the mirror doesn’t show you everything that makes you, well, you.”
Tears formed once more and you brushed them away before Newt could see. He did see and he used his coat sleeve to dry them.
“I-I’m sorry Newt,” you murmured.
“Love you don’t need to apologize, just promise me won’t do this again, or if you feel this way you will talk to me about it so I can make you feel better.”
“I will Newt, I promise,” you sniffled. Newt stood up with you and his arms never left you. Carefully he dotted your face with kisses as if he was trying not to break your delicate state. You nuzzled into his neck and let out a small noise as he picked you up. You comfortably wrapped yourself around him.
You were stupid for thinking Newt didn’t love you. This man had said more sweet sentences in minutes than you had heard your whole life. Newt still protectively held you, you were one of his babies too after all, and he had to make you feel loved. You were still a little insecure, a tiny itty-bitty smidge insecure, but Newt made your negative thoughts disappear. Your worry melted away as you heard his beating heart next to you. He leaned down to kiss you sweetly again, reassuring you that you were all he wanted. He loved you, and you loved him.
“I love you Newt, I’ll try for you.”
He let out a sigh he didn’t know he was holding in. “I will always be here for you, I love you too darling.”
You felt him moving to the main room as you snuggled into him more, taking in his earthy scent. He sat back down with you on the couch after he pecked you on the lips. His affections continued as he once again opened his arms, inviting you to snuggle. He was all you needed. He was the only validation you needed, well besides yourself of course. Newt readjusted himself once more.
“When you feel a little hungrier there are some cinnamon rolls in the kitchen. Jacob knows how happy they make you,” he added.
You nodded and began to get up. You did love cinnamon rolls. Newt saw this and followed you, not once letting your hand slip from his.
“Thank you Newt.”
“You’re welcome sweetheart, I’m just happy you feel better.”
“I love you.”
“I love you too. But can you do something for me?”
“What is it?”
“Call yourself beautiful for me, I want to hear you say it.”
You hesitated, “Newt.”
“You can do it Y/n.”
He waited patiently, hope swirling in his pupils.
“I, I-I am be-beautiful,” you spoke rather softly as voice trailed off, barely audible, but Newt was still over the moon with pride. He engulfed you in a loving hug.