- Calum gets mad that Y/N doesn’t look like they’re having a good time at a concert and says some not so nice things as they eavesdrop. -
Part 1 Part 2
Word Count : 1439
Y/N’s POV
You watched as Dani whirled around the house, trying to tidy up, before her friends arrived. She was currently trying to shove her latest DIY mess into the storage closet while you sat on the couch, nestled in your throw blanket.
“You know you should have cleaned up the place before making today’s plans.” You smugly commented, eyes watching in amusement as the door bounced back in retaliation every time Dani pushed against it.
“Well you should be a good friend and actually help me instead of sitting on your ass!” She snapped, clearly irritated that the door wouldn’t shut. Her harsh words had no affect on you though, past experience with her snippy attitude reassured you that she didn’t really mean it. The bad mood was just the result of things not working out as they should be. Hence why she was currently trying to smash her shoulder through the door.
With all the noise, you weren’t surprised when you heard the soft patter of paws against the floor. Soon enough your third roommate wondered into the room, wagging his tail in excitement. He strode over to Dani and sat next to her feet, looking up at her with his big curious eyes. Dani muttered a disheveled ‘hi Monty’, still trying to shut the door, and used her foot to push him slightly to the side. Shaking your head, you lazily tore yourself from the warmth of your blanket and got up to help her. The feeling of your bare feet against the cold floor sent a shiver up your spine but you continued over to Dani. A little bit of extra help was exactly what she needed because not too long after pressing your hands against the door, it shut with a soft click.
“Finally!” Dani sighed, sliding down along the door in relief. Monty took the opportunity and pounced on to Dani’s stomach and give her some kisses.
“What would you do without me?” You chuckled, deciding it was safe to take a playful jab at her as you walked off into the kitchen without a real purpose. Monty following close behind you. Her friends would be here any time now and you had an uneasy knot in your stomach about it. You honestly didn’t think tonight would end up with everyone being the best of friends. It was far too late for that.
You took a moment to think everything over. Luke, Ashton, and Michael seemed like really nice guys but you didn’t expect them to like someone Calum didn’t.
Calum. The mere thought of him made you frown. He was a whole other issue entirely. You didn’t know what his deal was and you weren’t sure if you wanted to. It seemed like a lot of effort on your part if you were going to try to be friends since he was so set on hating you.
Looking around, you tried to look for something to do and keep yourself busy. The house was clean, the living room ready for the movie marathon, and Dani hid your keys again so as far as you could think of, there was no escape. You thought about taking Monty for a walk but you weren’t so keen on walking around the neighborhood at night.
Tapping your fingers against the counter, you tried to think of other things to do when Dani caught your attention.
“I’d probably die, buried under all my stuff.” She grinned, making you smile back. You felt a weight on your foot and didn’t even have to look down to know Monty had taken a seat on your foot. There was a silent moment between the two of you. While you mindlessly rearranged the items on the counter, she took a seat on one of the bar stools and just watched. You let her stare for a minute or two before meeting her gaze.
“Can I help you?” You questioned, trying your best to be oblivious to the expression on her face. In the end, the things on the counter only shifted slightly to the left.
“Do you think you could give him another chance, Y/N?” Dani said, pleadingly. “He’s really a nice guy once you get to know him.”
You huffed in response, slipping your foot out from under Monty to put a few dishes away. You thought she was joking at first but when she didn’t say anything after, you looked back at her incredulously. “You can’t be serious, Dani.”
“Come on, Y/N. Please.”
“Don’t ‘come on’ me.” You snapped, your own tempering getting the best of you when you remembered how you were treated, not bothering to hold yourself back since it was just the two of you. “He’s an asshole, Dani. Who bitches about someone not jumping and screaming to their music like that? It’s like he expects everyone to like him and his stuff without question. What is he? Six? ‘Oh, not everyone is doing what I want so I’m going to kick and scream about it.’ If he really was such a nice guy maybe he would have considered how loud crowded places made some people anxious and uncomfortable.” You paused to calm you calm yourself a little before continuing on in a quieter tone. You even shut your eyes for a moment to gather yourself. “What really gets to me, Dani, is that he didn’t even hold back when he knew I was there. He didn’t care enough to try to pretend to hide it…I think our feelings towards each other are mutual. I don’t really want to be around him either.” You carded your fingers through your hair and took another breath. “Look Dani, I know this means a lot to you and you want all of us to get along but I just don’t think it’s going to happen. I’ll try my best to be as nice as I can but I’m just not sure if it’ll make that much of a difference.”
Dani looked upset but nodded nonetheless, thankfully understanding who you felt the way you did.
Calum’s POV
Luke’s finger hovered over the doorbell as he and the boys listened to the voice behind the door. Calum felt his fists ball up in his pockets as he listened to Y/N insult him. He didn’t even want to be here. He could be back on the tour bus right now but the boys wouldn’t let him. He really didn’t want to be listening to Y/N talk about him behind his back.
He knew he didn’t like Dani’s friend for a reason. She was a bitch alright, he knew- His thought was cut off short when he heard Y/N finish yelling. As much as he wanted to deny it… she had a point. He didn’t consider the fact that maybe concerts weren’t for everyone.
Calum considered that maybe Y/N was a stuck up music snob who considered everything that wasn’t her ‘unique’ genre to be trash. Or maybe he was right and Y/N really didn’t care. She was just using Dani for a social media worthy moment. Hell, he even considered that she just being a down straight bitch but… he hadn’t considered Y/N not being the problem.
He felt the weight pressing down on his chest. The combination of guilt and remorse he felt now that he understood was really making him feel like shit. He messed up…really bad.
Frowning, his grip only tightened. “Hurry up and ring the bell.” He gruffly commanded, his bad mood emitting into his tone of voice.
His friends briefly shared an uneasy look with one another before Luke pressed the pad of his finger against the doorbell.
There was a silent pause inside the house before a quick shuffling and Dani opened the door.
“Hey guys! Come on in, I thought we could marathon some scary movies tonight like how we used to.” Dani said with a smile pinned on to her face. She didn’t need to say anything for them to know something was wrong. Her expression said it all but they weren’t going to say anything just yet. Moving inside, Calum looked around the house for any sign of the other girl but got nothing. Dani ushered them into the living room where they lied out all the food. It wasn’t until he got settled down on the love seat when he noticed her quietly creeping towards the stairs with a puppy in her arms.
She was hiding from him.
Irritation bubbled inside of him. What was the point of avoiding him? He was trying to apologize, why was she making it so hard?
To Be Continued.
A/N : Hey guys! I know its been a while but I finally found some time to writer another part to this series. There will probably be one last one after this.
did you guys like it? hate it? Please let me know. If Y/N being unfair or is Calum being a bit of a jerk? I’d love to hear from you guys ♥
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I got tagged by the lovely @a-little-bit-obsessed ♥ to make a little list of ideas/projects/imagines I’m working on soo here you go~!
• Pervical Graves Imagine Ideas
= Y/N’s been hearing people talk about how Graves is going to take her out of the wizard police squad and gets a little reckless while trying to prove herself.
= Graves gets close to someone while in captivity by Grindelwald
- angsty (I hope xD)
- a moment of brief torture
- fluff ending (?)
• Minho from The Maze Runner Imagine Ideas
= Y/N is Teresa’s twin sister. She was sent into the Glade at the same time as Teresa was but everyone seemed to focused on her sister rather than them both.
• Newt from The Maze Runner Imagine Ideas
= Newt gets jealous over how much time Y/N and Thomas are spending together.
• Teen Wolf Imagines
= I’m almost done with season one and I’m like itching to write some imagines haha I know I’m late to the party but in my defense no one told me how great the show was! So I plan to write imagines soon after I finish season 2 c:
• The Originals Imagines
= This show guys...oh lord, another gem that I am just now starting to watch. It’s sooo good and I definitely want to write for this one too
It seemed like a lot when it was in my head but now that I have it all nice and listed out, it doesn’t seem too bad. I’m really excited to start writing after my writer’s block passes over a little bit more. I hope at least a few of you guys are looking forward to the new imagines c: ♥ (how many of you guys that are still here after my long hiatus xD)
I tag : @fanficgirl2727 @inkstainedfanfics @thespideyimagines @gondorgirl01 (idk why I couldn’t tag them properly QvQ) @newts-case-of-imagines
I love their writing and I can’t wait to read more from them c:
- Minho and Y/N have always been close with one another, the two of them depended on each other, and needed each other push them to get up everyday. He trusted her enough to train the new Greenie in the Maze but what happens if she didn’t make it back to the Glade? -
Word Count : 1598
“Alright Greenie, you’re with Y/N today.”
You had just walked into the Map Room when you heard Minho pass Thomas on to you for the day. You shot Minho an appointed look to which he just raised an eyebrow at you, challenging you to argue with him. Knowing that you wouldn’t win, you sighed and pinched the bridge of your nose. Great, an extra 100 plus pounds to slow you down.
From what you heard around the Glade, Thomas was a talker, always asking questions first before actually taking the time to listen.
You took in a deep breath before slowly exhaling, it was going to be a long day. You seriously didn’t want to show the Greenie around the Maze, it’d end up with you having to drag him out before the Doors closed. Glancing over to him, you noticed Thomas staring at Minho with a slight frown on his face. “Why? Isn’t the Keeper of the Runners supposed to be training me?”
Upon hearing his thought, you crossed your arms and frowned with a raised eyebrow at him not entirely liking the tone of his voice. “And what’s wrong with me?”
Your temper was gradually rising higher with every passing second, this always what happened whenever someone new came to the Glade. They always assumed that just because you were a girl that you weren’t as capable as everyone else. Always expecting you to just lounge around the Glade and do nothing because you weren’t as strong as the others. It didn’t bother you too much the first couple times but as the months rolled by, it soon became to be very irritating. You grew to hate being underestimated but seeing their faces when you proved that you in fact could do as much work if not more than they could was always satisfying.
Thomas looked back at you, his lips were pursed together as if he were holding back from saying something before he opened his mouth to try to explain it to you. “Nothing! Its just- listen Y/N-”
“No. You listen here, Greenie.” You kept your voice low and jabbed your finger into the center of his chest. “I’ve been in the Glade just as long as Minho. Worked just as hard as he did. Know the Maze just as well as he does. You better not think of me any less than he is just because he has a meaningless title. The only reason he’s the Keeper of the Runners is because he has the patience to deal with sIitheads like you. So I’ll tell you just this once, if you run my patience thin, don’t think I won’t leave you in the Maze for the Grievers.” You gave him a harsh shove back before turning to leave the room, your hair whipping behind you.
You had shit to do and didn’t want to waste another minute on the Greenie.
“You just had to piss her off didn’t you?” Minho sighed, no longer looking at the maps before him.
"Thomas! Let's go!" Your voice had grown rough from all the yelling you’ve done today. Pulling on the collar of his shirt again, you tried to pry him away from the etching on the wall. Much to your irritation, he only budged a few more inches.
Your mind was made, you were going to throw the Greenie in to the Slammer when you got back into the Glade. He wasn't listening, always asking questions, wasting breath, slowing down to look at something, and now you were behind schedule. The Doors were going to be closing soon and the two of you were still a good ways away.
"Wha- but look at this!" Thomas pointed to the carved words on the wall. He reached out to trace is fingers against it when you viciously pulled him back again. "Y/N-! What do you think it is-"
"No, Thomas! Look at this!" You shoved your watch in his face, practically dragging him away from the shucking words that captivated his attention so much. "We're late! The Doors will be closing soon.Shut your mouth and hurry up!" You started to make your way back to the Glade, not even bothering to look behind you to make sure he was following.
You would leave him in the Maze without an ounce of guilt. Everyone in the Glade would understand.
That seemed to get his attention and he started to actually move his legs. The sound of his echoed behind you. You huffed out in irritation as you ran through the hallways, if the Doors closed before they got there then you were going to kill the Greenie yourself.
Turning one last corner, your eyes saw the familiar patch of grass that was the Glade.You sighed in relief, you were close just a couple more feet. A small crowd had gathered at the opening, all the of the Gladers were shouting at you to hurry up. Unfortunately that wasn't the only thing that caught your attention. The loud concrete doors were closing, signaling that there wasn't much time left.
Quickly glancing behind you, your hand latched on to Thomas’ wrist as you ran even faster, practically dragging him behind you. “D-do you think we’ll make it?” He panted, worry evident in his voice but you didn’t bother to answer back. Your attention was focused on the closing gap between the two large concrete walls. Determination filling your body as you pulled him behind you.
You must have lost your mind but you decided that you were going to get the Greenie back in the Glade even if it meant you didn’t.
This Greenbean didn't mean a thing to you, having been nothing but a pain from the moment you met him but here was the way you saw it, he was new.
You've been in the Glade for so long and nothing has changed. Yours and everyone else’s ideas of escaping have all failed. You needed a fresh mind to try to figure out the Maze. He could be the one that gets them out of the Maze, he could make the difference. Even without you, there was always someone else that could teach him.
You were only a few more feet away from the Glade now.
Everyone's voices had risen higher as the gap in between the doors grew smaller. The light from their torches lit the reality of the situation.
There wasn't enough room for the two of you. You turned back to look at Thomas, whose expression dulled as he stared at the closing doors. He had already given up, the shoes on his feet dragging across the dirty ground.
"I shucking swear you better not fall and mess this up." With that being said, you use whatever strength you had left and half shoved half threw the shack through the two feet gap. Thomas stumbled through, the sudden action catching him off guard. Some of the Gladers reaching out to grab him before an arm or leg got caught in the doors before looking back at you. The look of despair and desperation prominent on their expressions.
They shouted at you to jump through as well, that they would catch you, that you'd be ok but they knew. They knew as much as you did that you wouldn't make it. If you tried to run through now, you'd end up being a bloody pancake that they’d had to scrap off the wall in the morning. The other Gladers froze in terror as they stared at you through the couple inch wide slit between the walls now.
You stared back , your expression being blank until you saw a head of familiar black hair in the crowd.
It was Minho. He looked at you with disbelief.
It felt strange to see him with a shocked expression on his face rather than the cocky mischievous smile that usually occupied it.The shack worked so hard on the solving the Maze and helping everyone out. He should have been smiling, he deserved to be smiling. He deserved to be happy.
You just stared at him as if trying to capture one final picture of his face in your mind one last time. A sad smile grew on your face as the light from their torches dwindled to nothing.
The large concrete doors slid to a lock. A small gust of wind from the Glade blew in your face, giving you one last reminder of the home you made with everyone.
Turning around, you took a deep breath. Your entire body ached, the feeling of complete exhaustion was creeping up on you but you were going to survive this shucking maze or at least die trying. You were going to make sure that they wouldn't have to bury another member of your makeshift family.
You weren't going to do that to them, you couldn't.
They've already been through so much, lost so many. Jumping up and down a few times, you shook out your muscles, trying to shake off the ache and exhaustion that clung to them.
More importantly, you wanted to make sure that Minho got his smile back.
The scraping and harsh stomped of metal against concrete signaled that you needed to get a move on. You’ve never actually met a Griever before and had no plan on doing so any time soon. You stretched out your legs one last time before trotting down the dark hallway cautiously. Keeping a hand tightly wrapped around the handle of your largest knife, you slowly made your way deeper into the Maze.
- To Be Continued -
Part 2
Part 3
Alternate Ending
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Hey Guys!
Sorry for the inactivity as of recently, I’ve been really busy with school work and midterms but I am working on the Minho Imagine when I can! I hope you guys will like it~
I thought that I’d give you guys a little snippet of the beginning of the imagine to make up for the wait until exams are over and I have more time to write xD
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“Alright Greenie, you with Y/N today.” You had just walked into the Map Room when you heard Minho pass Thomas on to you. You shot Minho an appointed look to which he just raised an eyebrow at you, challenge to argue with him. Knowing that you wouldn’t win, you sighed and pinching the bridge of your nose. Great, an extra 100 plus pounds to slow you down.
From what you heard around the Glade, Thomas was a talker, always asking questions first before actually listening. You took in a deep breath before slowly exhaling, it was going to be a long day.
Thomas was staring at Minho with a slight frown on his face. “Why? Isn’t the Keeper of the Runners supposed to be training me?”
You crossed your arms and raised an eyebrow at him not entirely liking the tone of his voice when he said that. “What’s wrong with me?”
Your temper was running thin, this always happened whenever someone new came to the Glade. They assumed just because you were a girl that you weren’t as capable as everyone else. They always half expected you to just lounge around the Glade and do nothing because you weren’t as strong as the others. It didn’t bother you too much the first couple times but as the months rolled by, it soon became to be very irritating. You grew to hate being underestimated but seeing their faces when you proved that you in fact could do as much work if not more than they could was always satisfying.
Thomas looked back at you, his lips were pursed together as if he were holding back from saying something before he opened his mouth to try to explain it to you. “Nothing! Its just- listen Y/N-”
"No. You listen here, Greenie.” You kept your voice low and jabbed your finger into the center of his chest. “I’ve been in the Glade just as long as Minho. Worked just as hard as he did. Know the Maze just as well as he does. The only reason he’s the Keeper of the Runners is because he has the patience to deal with sIitheads like you. I’ll tell you this just once, if you run my patience thin, don’t think I won’t leave you in the Maze for the Grievers.“ You gave him a harsh shove back before turning to leave the room, your hair whipping behind you.
You just had to piss her off didn’t you?” Minho sighed, no longer looking at the maps before him.
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Please oh please oh please tell me what you think Q.Q I haven’t written in a while and might be a tad rusty. Side note though : I know I’m a little late to join the TMR fandom but I just got the books and have only read the first but I love the story/characters so far. I wanted to know who else is a part of the TMR family c:
Hello~! I recently had an anon ask me how I kept track of all the requests or ideas I have for my imagines so I thought I'd show you guys c: I have this little journal that I write down all your requests you send me and the ideas I come up with. The system being to write them in and then check then off when the imagine gets posted. So if you send me a request, the chances of it getting put in here are very high xD Please don't be shy! I'll get to them all eventually ❤
Request from Anon : Hi I was wondering if you could write something about a Metamorphi magi! reader x Newt? They meet for the first time at Tina’s and Queenie’s apartment and the reader finds Newt attractive and her hair changes red (its normally brown) and Newt wonders what the color means.
Word Count : 2413
“It was like everyone and their mother forgot to renew their wand permits!” You collapsed on the Goldstein’s couch, completely exhausted from the day. You were so happy that it was finally the weekend and you could relax tomorrow. You brought your hands up to your face to examine all the tiny paper cuts that littered your skin.
“Aren’t you being a little dramatic, Y/N?” Tina laughed while fixing three cups of hot chocolate in the kitchen.
“Me? Dramatic?” You gasped, throwing a hand over your chest mockingly. “Tina, I am shocked that you would say such a thing to me. I’m-”
“One of a kind, some would even say unique.”Queenie finished your sentence. Word for word as if it she’s heard it thousands of times before as she walked into the room and took a seat next to you. “More importantly, Y/N, what are you doing on Sunday?”
“Nothing really, maybe a few errands but I could do them tomorrow, why?” You watched the smile on Queenie’s face grow and was instantly suspicious. You then turned to look over at Tina and saw the same grin. “No. No. No way, guys. I don’t need any more blind dates.” You groaned, you really didn’t want to add another name to your list of failed relationships. “Please tell me you didn’t.”
“We didn’t do anything, we just wanted to know if you wanted to come over for dinner that day. That’s all.” Tina shrugged her shoulders and passed you your cup before taking a seat on the other side of you.
“He really is lovely though.” Queenie added, earning a sigh from Tina. “Give him a chance, Y/N. Newt really is charming in his own way.”
You pressed your lips together and let out your own sigh. You knew that they meant well and that they wanted to see you happy so what was one more? It couldn’t be that bad, if you compared it to the last one. “What’s he like then?”
“Oh thank you Y/N! I promise he’s not like the others.” Queenie clapped her hands together and smiled at you, pleased to hear your answer and thoughts.
“Well for starters, he’s a magizoologist-” You nodded your head while taking a sip from your cup. You’ve never met a magizoologist so that was somewhat promising. It’d be something new to talk about, which was nice. You were tired of having to repeat the same conversational pieces over and over again.
“A British wizard too!” Queenie was practically bubbling with excitement. “And he’s coming to visit on Sunday! He travels the world, Y/N, looking and studying all sorts of creatures. Oh! I can’t wait until you get to meet him, Y/N! I know that the two of you will hit it off, I’ve got a good feeling about this.”
You snorted a bit, Queenie had a feeling about a lot of things. What was going to be different about this one? Besides if you didn’t know that Queenie was smitten with someone else, you’d think that she had taken a liking to him by the way she talked about him.
Queenie swatted your arm playfully. “Nonsense, my Jacob’s the only one for me.”
“Don’t snort, Y/N. It’s very unladylike.” Tina tried to keep her voice even and her expression stern but you could see the smile underneath. You laughed and transformed your mouth and nose into the one’s of a pig. You started to snort and sniff, making the Goldstein sisters laugh until their sides hurt.
Sunday morning came by quicker than you thought and you found yourself being dragged around by the two sisters as they ran their own errands to prepare for their guests.
You were currently helping Tina wash some vegetables in the kitchen when you heard a soft pop from the living room. You recognized Queenie’s voice immediately. You quickly glanced at the clock on the wall, she came back early. Well no matter,you thought. You didn’t really have the chance to decide on what animal you wanted to surprise Jacob with so you raked through your mind very quick. Queenie had told you about how much he liked pugs so why not?
You wanted to make an everlasting impression.
“Tina, tell me what you think.” You turned away for a second, giving your face time to adjust before you showed Tina your new look. You dramatically spun around and striked a pose, allowing her a second or two to really take it all in, wrinkles and all.
“Y/N, I must say you’ve really outdone yourself.” Tina laughed, giving you a slow applause. “You look hideous.”
“Perfect.” You quickly wiped your hands on a towel before walking into the living room. Jacob was busy talking to Queenie about something and had his back to you. Queenie was the first one to notice you headed their way and couldn’t help but roll her eyes at you. “You must be Jacob!” He turned around with a smile on his face which quickly turned into a frown when he saw you. “The name’s Y/N, its so nice to finally meet you. The girls have told me so much about you!” You took his hand in yours and shook his limp arm. His state of shock made you laugh. “Something wrong, Jacob?”
“Your face…”
You pretended to be hurt by his reaction, taking a step back from the man with a frown on your face. “What’s wrong with my face?”
Your answer must have shook him out of his dazed state. “No, I mean like-”
“Jacob, honey, Y/N’s a metamorphmagus. She can change her appearance whenever she wants.” Queenie came up behind him and gave him a reassuring squeeze on the shoulder. “She likes to play jokes.”
“I’ll never get used to this whole magic thing.” Jacob shook his head and let out a low chuckle.
You reverted back to your normal appearance and gave him a clap on the back. “Good, more fun for me.”
After talking to him for a while, you learned that Jacob was the owner of the popular bakery a few blocks down the street. His little bread replicas of magical creatures were a big hit.
The three of you moved to the kitchen to help Tina with dinner. Jacob was teaching Queenie how to make a apple strudel the no-maj way while Tina was finishing cooking so you took it upon yourself to set the dinner table. You waved and flicked your wand around in the air, making plates and other dishes levitate around the room.
Then there was a knock at the door. Tina hastily walked to the door, probably worried that the landlady heard Jacob’s voice and had come to investigate. Or maybe it was the Newt fellow. Your suspicions were correct when you heard the door close without a single peep about men not being allowed in the apartment complex.
Curious to see what he looked like, you left the table half set and peeked around the corner.
You expected to see an old travel worn man that probably hasn’t showered in days, not a handsome young man. To say that he blew all your expectations out of the water would be an understatement. You couldn’t take your eyes off of him. From his tousled auburn hair, to the freckles sprinkled around his face, to his tall figure, this man just captivated your attention and you haven’t even spoken a word to each other yet. It was the moment that your eyes met when you pulled yourself out of your dazzled state. You added his beautiful green eyes to the list.
Embarrassed, you quickly looked away. He probably thought you were strange or weird for staring at him for so long. Your cheeks grew hot as you thought over the whole thing again. You mentally groaned to yourself for being such a dork.
“Come meet Newt, Y/N.” Tina called for you from the living room. Unknown to you, Queenie had seen the entire thing and was quick to grab your hand. She smiled at you before practically dragging you over to the British man. Jacob trailed behind you, happy to see his friend again. You watched the two exchange a friendly handshake before all eyes turned to you.
You usually didn’t mind the attention but this time you were feeling a little self conscious. You caught a glimpse of your hair and bit the inside of your lip, of course. It really sucked being a metamorphmagus sometimes, having your emotions tied together with your appearance. Your hair had turned a subtle red color to correlate with either your embarrassment or attraction towards the zoologist. You cleared your throat, deciding to put it behind you before taking your hand out to shake his. “Y/N L/N, its nice to meet you.”
“Newt Scamander. Its nice to meet you too, Y/N, Tina and Queenie have told me a lot about you. Its nice to finally have a face to the name.” Newt gently took your hand and gave you a weak shake. He gave you a small smile, seemingly interested with your appearance for a second before looking away.
You set aside the fact that the Goldstein sisters seem to have been plotting this for some time for the moment. You were more focused on the fact that it was like he didn’t want to look at you for too long.
Part of you was relieved because you avoided a possible awkward moment but another part was hurt and partially offended. Was there something wrong with you or the way you looked? You didn’t think that you were particularly ugly nor were you absolutely gorgeous but you didn’t think that you’d ever get that kind of reaction from anyone again.
You frowned a little, remembering your early years at Ivermorny and how your peers had ridiculed or down right ignored you for being different. It wasn’t pleasant to have your appearance change involuntarily. Sometimes you’d be absolutely normal and sometimes you’d have radioactive green hair with buck teeth. You used to hate being a metamorphmagus because it made you different from everyone.
It made you stand out. It made people stop and stare. It made it easy for people to tease and bully you.
It was hard to completely control your powers back then. Hell, you even had some trouble today but you always thought you had gotten past the issues that you had with your appearance as you got older. However by the way your heart ached a bit, it was apparent that you haven’t completely.
You looked at Newt for a moment, wondering what was going through his mind when a shiver ran down your spine. You turned to your left and caught eyes with Queenie. The usual cheery blonde was looking at you with sad eyes, you had forgotten the fact that she was a legilimens and that she could hear your every thoughts. She knew how much you struggled with your insecurities and how some people’s reactions affected you. From the look on her face, you knew that soon Tina would be reminded too.
Your hair turned a dark shade of blue as you continued to look at her. You hated being like this. You wanted to be strong and say that nothing mattered as long as you loved yourself but it was hard sometimes. The last thing that you wanted to do was worry your friends. You stepped closer to her and carefully took her hands in yours, giving her a light reassuring squeeze. “I’m fine Queenie. I promise.”
After dinner, you opted to talk to Jacob. You found it easier to talk to him without being reminded how strange and different you were. There was no odd staring or quick glances in every direction besides yours when you turned your head towards them, he treated you like a normal person. You pretended to listen to how Jacob was first introduced to the magical community as your mind drifted over to Newt.
From his stories at the dinner about his recent journeys and adventures, he had sparked your interest. He was far better compared to your previous dates. He had compassion and ambition for all the creatures he was studying. He truly wanted to help others understand them better. You wanted to learn more about him, possibly get to know him better as well but it was too bad Newt couldn’t look at you for more than a minute or so.
You’d nod your head and hum to let Jacob know that you were still with him, when in reality you were more concentrated on how Tina and Newt kept looking at you. Newt was whispering to Tina with a serious expression on his face as he glanced towards you.
Did he really have that much of a problem with you?
You frowned, balling your fists up on your lap. Were you making him that uncomfortable?
Did he think you were a freak?
You didn’t really notice it but your hair had turned black as more negative thoughts rolled in. Tina and Queenie, however, did and immediately moved to your side. Your hair was always a telltale sign of how you were feeling and black was never good.
“Its not true, honey. He doesn’t think that.” Queenie brushed a strand of your hair out of your face.
“Y/N, what’s wrong?” Tina took a seat on the couch next to you and placed a hand on your back.
“I’m fine, just a little tired. I think I might just head home for the night, have to wake up early for work and all.” You got up and gave both sisters a quick hug. “It was nice meeting you, Jacob, maybe I’ll stop by that bakery of yours sometime soon.” You turned towards Newt who was standing closer that you thought and gave him a small smile. “It was nice meeting you too, Newt.”
You stepped past him to grab your coat before apparating home when he grabbed your hand, making you turn around and look at him. “Had I done or said something wrong to upset you, Y/N? If I did, please tell me.”
“No, I’m just tired.” You lied through your teeth as you gingerly pulled your hand out of his.
Newt looked upset with your answer and frowned a smidge. “May I at least see that you get home safely?”
It was nice of him to offer but you really wanted to be alone for the moment. “Thank you for offering but I’ll be alright, besides you must be exhausted from your trip here. Have a lovely night.” Without another word, you apparated home.
- To Be Continued -
Part 2 : She’s Beautiful
Part 3 : She’s Perfect
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I’m dying to know what thoughts to comments you have ♥♥♥
Was it weird? Too much? Too little? How’d it make you feel?
Matron of the most powerful family in the forest is a Great Blue Heron. She mostly ignores the plight of her feathered fellows, but will occasionally add her opinion by stabbing her foes in the neck with her spear-face.
Hi! Hello! It’s certainly been a good while with a few promises of writing here and there.
I’ve finally got a stable schedule again and wold love to get back into writing some imagines as a hobby.
I’m hoping someone still looks at my little piece of tumblr for me to ask what characters I should write some new imagines about. Please tell me know c:
I still have some Maze Runner imagines I’d like to continue, a Calum Hood from 5sos imagine I’ve rekindled my love for their music with the help of their new album in the works, but am definitely open to some requests or suggestions if you guys have any!
Hopefully I’ll know the characters well enough to whip something up!
