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Haircut - Newt Scamander

Newt Scamander x female reader

Summary: The reader gets a haircut, but allows past traumas to ruin her excitement.

Trigger warnings: (past) toxic relationship, emotional abuse

You had just gotten your haircut, and you loved the way it looked. It wasn’t too much shorter, just enough to feel lighter and bouncier. The stylist had also said you would look amazing with ombre ends, and on a whim, you’d agreed.

Now, you were walking back to the London apartment you shared with your boyfriend of over a year now, Newt. The closer you got, however, the more anxious you became.

A very similar situation had set itself up a few years ago with your old boyfriend, Ivan. The memory, one of many bad ones, kept replaying in your head as you walked.

You walked through the front door of your apartment. It was located in a shady neighborhood, with many muggings and robberies. But Ivan hadn’t wanted to pay more rent for a nicer place, so here was where you were living. You’d only been together for a few months, and you were young, but your parents had kicked you out after you’d been involved in a cheating scandal while taking the NEWTS. Long story short, it wasn’t your fault, but you were still expelled.

You’d cut your hair, just a trim. It had been while you were out with a friend from Hogwarts, and she assured you that you looked amazing.

“Ivan,” you called out. “I’m home.”

He grunted from the sofa, and you walked over. He was reading the news, some story about a powerful wizard rising up. You didn’t usually pay attention to such things - the aurors would catch him soon enough.

“Hey,” you greeted, standing shyly in front of him. You hoped he would like your new hair.

“What?” he didn’t look up.

“Notice anything different?” You gave a little twirl in front of him.

He sighed, setting the paper down before looking up. He scratched at the stubble on his chin. “What did you do to your hair?” His tone was accusatory rather than appreciative.

You frowned. “I got it cut, baby.”

He sneered. “You really should’ve asked me first.”

You spluttered. “B-but do you like it?”

“No,” he huffed, standing. “Looks horrible. I don’t even want to look at you right now.”

A hurt expression spread across your face. “I- I’m sorry. I didn’t think-”

“You don’t think!” he roared. “Just, damn it, Y/N. I don’t know what to do with you sometimes. You always mess everything up.”

“It’s just a haircut, Ivan,” you said, tears welling in your eyes. “I- I can take some potion. Make it grow back out faster, if you want?”

“You better,” he flopped back down on the couch, opening up the paper and resuming reading.

“Ivan-” you wanted to smooth this out. It really wasn’t that big of an issue.

He didn’t look at you. “Don’t talk to me,” he said bitterly, “until you fix that.”

You stood in front of him, biting your lip and holding back the tears that threatened to spill. You wanted to explain that it was only a few inches - you hadn’t changed that much. Furthermore, it was your hair. Not his. You could do what you wanted with it. But this was his apartment - he paid for it. He wouldn’t let you work. You didn’t have anywhere else to go. You needed him and his approval.

So you left the room, doing as he said.

Your life turned around when you ran into a friend from Hogwarts, Newt Scamander. He sympathized with your situation, offering you a job tending to his creatures in exchange for a place to stay. He convinced you that you could live without Ivan, and he was right. You left the scumbag, and eventually fell in love with Newt.

You were now letting yourself through the door, mentally bracing, preparing for history to repeat itself. When would you learn?

You breathed deeply, attempting to quell your anxieties. It’s Newt, not Ivan, became your mantra.

You walked in, instantly greeted with the smell of (your favorite meal) cooking. You breathed in deeply, savoring it.

Newt was in the kitchen, and his face lit up when he saw you. He took off his apron, hurrying over to kiss you hello. “You’re back,” he grinned. “And look, your hair!”

Despite the fact that he didn’t stop smiling, you flinched backwards.

He picked up on your reaction. “What’s wrong?”

Your mind filled with panic, but you forced it down. “You- you like it?”

He seemed confused. “Of course. Why wouldn’t I?” He chuckled. “I may be a little biased, but I think you look amazing no matter what.”

“You’re not mad?” you whispered, needing to be sure.

All traces of humor on his face were gone. He cupped your cheek in his hand, using his thumb to wipe away a traitor tear that had escaped. “No, no. Never. In Merlin’s Beard, why would I be mad?”

“Because I didn’t ask.”

His jaw clenched. “Did he get mad at you for that once?” You only ever saw him get truly angry when something was threatening you or his creatures, or when your ex became a topic of discussion.

“Yeah,” you confirmed, calming down slightly.

He drew you into a hug, and you buried your head in his chest. “I will never, ever get mad at you for anything like that, okay?” he told you. “Ivan was a jerk, and he had no right to control you like that. For the record, I love the hair. But even if I didn’t, I wouldn’t get a say in what you did with it. Alright?”

You nodded against his chest, feeling much better.

“I want to hear you say it.”

“Alright,” you said aloud, firmness in your voice. Newt, not Ivan. Newt would never treat you badly.

The smile returned to his face, as he said, “Good, now let’s eat!”

Pairing: Sweet Pea x reader

Summary: Reader has messed everything up it seems, and Sweet Pea saved her from drowning in self-pity.

I wanted to fit the pity dick line from Deadpool in here, but couldn’t see how.

Human - Sweet Pea

“Maybe I’m foolish, maybe I’m blind,”

    The stiff mattress hardly gave beneath your weight when you flopped down on it. Hot tears spilled over down your face, and you furiously scrubbed them away with your fists. This only encouraged the cascading tears, frustrating you even more. A sob escaped your lips. You’d messed everything up, just like you always do.

    You were fairly new in town, only having arrived last year. You had no idea the rollercoaster you were being thrown into that was Riverdale. More specifically, the Southside. But you’d fit in quickly among the Serpent gang, becoming a sort of honorary member. You’d also grown especially close to Sweet Pea. In fact, you were planning on doing the Serpent dance soon and making it official.

    But somehow you’d managed to ruin all that. Grabbing one of your pillows. You screamed into it. One longing, desperate scream for the friends that you’d lost. And it was your doing.

    A soft knock on your doorframe startled you from your self-pity. You raised your red eyes and tear-stricken face to meet his eyes. “Sweets,” you breathed.

“Thinking I can see through this, and see what’s behind,”

    “Hey, Y/N,” he gave you a smile. Your heart panged. Here he was, the boy you loved. Right after you had messed up everything.

    “You should probably go.” Your face was stoic, emotionless except for the tell-tale signs that you’d been crying a minute ago.

    “I don’t know what you’re thinking right now, but it’s not as bad as it is in your head.” He crossed the room, having trouble deciding between sitting next to you or standing in front of you. Eventually he decided on the first, sitting on your bed. The gap between you both was small, but seemed like miles.

    You sighed, collecting your thoughts, and turned to him. “The Serpents all hate me.”

    “No, they don’t.” He was quick to answer.

    “Oh yeah?” You challenged sadly. “What do you know?”

    “I don’t hate you,” he put his hand over yours, his eyes never leaving the y/e/c ones across from him.

    You gave a dark chuckle. “Well, you probably should.”

    “And why is that?”

    “You know very well why.” You matched his stare, hoping he couldn’t see the self-loathing in them right now.

“Got no way to prove it, so maybe I’m blind,”

    “So, you made one mistake. It only proves me right - I knew one person couldn’t be that perfect.”

    Despite your emotional state, a blush warmed your cheeks. You hoped that he couldn’t see how he affected you every damn time. “One big, fat whopper of a mistake.” You stood suddenly, his hand limply falling off of yours as you did so. You started to pace. “I didn’t think this through. The Ghoulies are going to get their revenge and - ugh! I never should have helped Archie! It was an idiotic plan, and so much could have gone wrong; so much will go wrong…”

    He stood, grabbing your arms to stop your pacing. “You were trying to help. Don’t be so hard on yourself.”

    You growled in frustration. Couldn’t he understand that you’d really messed up?! “Jughead could’ve been arrested, Sweets! Then would you be so quick to forgive me?”

    He didn’t answer at first.

    “That’s what I thought,” you muttered to yourself in shame.

    “We would’ve bailed him out,” he said. “And I still would understand.”

    You looked up at him vulnerably. His heart melted at seeing you that way. You were always so strong, but strong people broke the hardest.

    “You’ve been doing a lot of talking,” he said. “My turn.” His hands were placed on your shoulders, which had finally stopped shaking. He leaned down, making your eyes level with his. He was so close that you could practically feel his breath on your face.

    “But I’m only human after all, I’m only human after all,”

    “You always do your best to help. Anyone who knows you, knows that. Anyone who knows you, knows that you would rather sacrifice yourself than see anything bad happen to your friends. You’re a great person, Y/N. So maybe this time you acted without thinking. I’m the king of that.” You laughed at his truth, and he gave you a pointed yet amused look. “Maybe it would have been better if you talked to us before calling the cops on the drag race. But it’s in the past, and you can’t change it. And we all know that your heart was in the right place.”

    “Then why was everyone so furious with me?”

    He sighed, pulling you close and holding you. Your head naturally nestled into his chest, and your couldn’t help but marvel at how perfectly you both fit together.

    He answered, “The Serpents… They’re scared, Y/N. The Ghoulies are a real threat, and you succeeded in pissing them off pretty bad. I know you didn’t mean to, but you did.”

    You cringed. Oh, how you wished you could undo your actions that day.

    “They’re going to come around. I bet once you turn your phone back on, you’re going to be blown up with texts from Toni, and Fangs, and Jughead. They care about you, they know you, and they’re going to forgive everything.”

    “I betrayed you guys.”

    “Not on purpose. Call it a- a learning experience.”

    You quirked your brow, pulling back slightly to look at him. “A learning experience?” you deadpanned.

    “Oh, give me a break.” He rolled his eyes. “I’m doing my best here. Comforting people has never been my forte.”

    Your eyes softened, and you gave him a smile. “You’re doing a great job.”

    “I mean, it’s kinda intimidating. This girl I’m trying to comfort, she’s really pretty.” He was teasing.

    You laughed.

    The air between you quickly sobered, as he slowly closed the gap between your faces. More specifically, your lips. When you both pulled back, after a passionate kiss that had felt like it lasted hours but was also far too short, he said, “I love you.”

    Your response was to pull him back in, kissing him long and hard once again. If you were gonna profess your love for him, it was going to be your move. “I love you, too.”

    Tucking your hair behind your ear, he grinned, “There’s my fierce Serpent princess.”

The Game Princess - Jughead Jones III

The game made him crazy, but not as crazy as you did.

Gryphons and Gargoyles, referred to by those who played it as G&G, had taken Riverdale by storm. It seemed everyone was playing the illusive game, some even bringing it to real life. And honestly, the whole thing weirded you out. Those who played it did so religiously, abandoning the real world in favor of the game. It was like a drug, and everyone was always itching for their next fix.

Ethyl Muggs was jittery all through Spanish class, obviously not paying attention and tapping her pencil loudly on her desk next to you, withdrawal apparent. You weren’t very close to the girl, but you did know that she was one of the victims of the game.

Yes, you called them victims. It only seemed fitting, considering what it did to them.

Unfortunately, one of the latest casualties was your boyfriend, Jughead Jones. He’d said that he wanted to see what it was all about, figure out who the Gargoyle King was so he could end his reign. You had to watch as him and all of your friends got sucked into it.

Jughead had asked you to stay out of it - not to play no matter what. You readily agreed - just because he was sacrificing himself to some game didn’t mean that you had to. You wished he would have stayed out of it with you, but he was far too stubborn for that.

“Here you guys go,” you passed Cokes to each of your friends seated around the game board. You hated being the Snack Mom and resented feeling so sidelined, but it was the best way you could keep an eye on your idiot friends and boyfriend.

“Thank you, Game Princess,” Cheryl popped open the can. “I promise to always protect you from the wargs whilst you sleep.”

“Whatever,” you sighed.

You didn’t remember when they started calling you ‘Game Princess,’ but now it was all they ever called you. You weren’t sure if it was a real character, or they made that up because you were dating the ‘master’ and always brought them food.

Looking at your watch, you didn’t hesitate to interrupt their game. “Jug, you ready to go?”

“Hold it, Game Princess,” Sweet Pea stopped you. “We still have to get past this tricky protection spell.”

“I’m sure it can wait until tomorrow,” you snapped. “Jughead. It’s nearly two in the morning and we have school tomorrow. Can we please leave soon?”

“Give me a few more minutes…”

“You said that three hours ago!”

Jughead stood up, pounding his fist on the table. The comparison you’d made between G&G and drugs earlier? Anger issues could be added to that venn diagram. “We need to get past this barrier and into the orc base! If we don’t, Toni’s deception spell might wear off and-”

“Fake! It’s all fake!” you cried, running your hands through your hair. “It can wait until tomorrow, but we have to get back to what’s real! This whole town has to!”

“You don’t understand!”

“Damn right I don’t understand!” Everything you’d been feeling from the past few weeks of watching your friends lose themselves to some game that nobody’s played in years bubbled to the surface. “I have to sit here, watching you all ruin yourselves! You said that you were playing this to find the Gargoyle King. We could be interrogating our parents, looking into the history of it, but no. I have to bring you guys food because you would forget to eat if I didn’t. I have to remind you all to drink water or you won’t because you’re so sucked into this! I’ve had to confiscate all of your pointy objects! And when Cheryl found that chalice, it didn’t go missing - I smashed it into a million pieces.”

“You did what-” He looked angry, which only made you more so.

“I’m trying to keep you asshats alive, Jug! I’m tired and I want to go home, but if I leave you here you’ll try teaching Fangs and Pea to fire an arrow again, and I’m not taking Hotdog to the vet again.”

He clenched his jaw, and you wished that you could drive it into his thick skull that you were right about this one. But on top of his stubbornness, he was riding on the high that the game brought, and there would be no changing his mind.

You picked up one of the pieces and threw it at the wall, everyone flinching at the surprisingly loud noise it made. “I’ll go wait outside,” you muttered expressionlessly, turning and walking out.

Jughead’s POV

He watched your retreating back, something inside him saying that he should go after you. But he looked back down at the game, and the players all waiting for him to continue narration. They already seemed over your outburst, and he peeled his eyes away from the bunker door as it shut.

“Alright,” he continued, rubbing his hands together. “You’re stuck outside the wall surrounding the orc base, and your failure to break through has alerted the orcs to your presence. They’re coming! Quick - you can either retreat and try again later, or stay and fight a match that will certainly end in your doom. Which do you choose?”

Cheryl hung her head in disappointment. “I guess we have to retreat.” The others groaned.

“Are we in agreement?” Jughead clarified.

“Yes,” Fangs said as the others nodded their head.

“The warriors retreat back into the forest, safely away from the orcs. They gather around to devise a new plan, when the elder whom Mistress Topaz helped earlier appears. He tells them that their only way to get inside the base, is-” He pulled a card from the deck, flipping it over. His blood instantly ran cold.

“What? What is it?” Toni leaned forward.

“Nothing,” he dropped the card as if it had burned his hand. “It’s nothing. Guys, we have to stop playing the game.” All of the elation he’d felt seconds ago turned to sobriety as fear laced his veins.

Sounds of protest arose from the group, but he ignored them.

“Where’s Y/N?” He stood taking his jacket off of his chair and putting it on quickly.

“What, you worried about her little blow-up earlier? She’s just letting off some steam - I’m sure you two will be-”

“No, Sweet Pea!” Jughead shouted, heart drumming in his chest as he picked up the card and showed it to them.

Kill the Game Princess.

“So?” Sweet Pea furrowed his brow. “It’s the game, and she’s not even playing. We just kill off her character.”

Cheryl, who had gone white, shook her head. “The Game Princess isn’t a character… That’s just a nickname we came up with for her.”

Jughead nodded. “Someone’s been watching us. Someone slipped this card in my deck, and that someone wants Y/N dead.”

Everyone was standing. “Let’s go get her.”

Your POV

You were standing outside the bunker, breathing in the chilly night air as you waited for his stupid boyfriend and your stupid friends to finish playing some idiotic but surprisingly dangerous murder game. Technically you could take his motorcycle and drive yourself home, but as pissed as you were, you weren’t going to leave them all alone. Hotdog didn’t need another arrow grazing his back.

You startled as the bunker door flew open, emerging Jughead and the others close behind.

“You’re still here,” he said, standing close to you and putting a hand on your arm. He looked you up and down as if checking you over.

“No shit, Sherlock.” You rolled your eyes. “What’s gotten into you guys? Did you finally finish?”

“We’re done with that game,” Jughead said, surprising you.

Your eyes widened. “You… are?”

“We’re burning that game, and every game in Riverdale. We’ll find the Gargoyle King some other way  but I’m not playing anymore.”

“What happened?” you asked, concerned.

“Someone’s threatening you,” Toni explained. “Now can we all go home?”

You froze, comprehending what she was saying. “What? How?”

“I’ll explain at home, but we need to go,” Jughead’s grip on your arm shifted as he led you over to his bike.

“We’ll head to Pop’s,” Cheryl said as Toni nodded. “We just need to talk about everything… Want to come?”

Fangs and Sweet Pea agreed, but Jughead said that he wanted to go back to his trailer and talk to you privately.

The ride home was quiet, as you thought to yourself. You weren’t overly concerned about being threatened - being a Serpent tended to put you in varying amounts of danger on a semi-regular basis, but it also granted protection.

Inside his trailer, you sat cross-legged on his bed. He sat across from you.

“Are you really done playing that game?” You broke the silence.

“Yes,” he assured firmly. “Absolutely.”

You nodded slowly. “What changed? When I left you guys were so engrossed in it that it almost felt like you thought it was real life.”

“We found a card in the deck.” He grabbed your hand. “The instruction on it was to kill the Game Princess.”

“So?” You asked. “I wasn’t playing, anyways.”

“There is no Game Princess. It was a name Sweet Pea made up for you because I was the game master.” The hand not linked with yours pulled his signature beanie off and ran a hand through his hair. “The game… It has a way of creeping inside you, of making you believe that what’s happening is real. I think that whoever put that card in there was hoping that we were in deeper than we were, and that we would - erm - actually do it.”

Your eyes widened, lips parting around a silent gasp. “You- would you have-”

“Absolutely not,” he shook his head, reaching forward to brush a strand of hair behind your ear. “I would never. But someone wants you dead; that’s what you should take away from that.”

You gave a low whistle. The room went silent. “When did our lives get so crazy?” You laughed. “I mean, serial killers are one thing, but murderous roleplay?”

He snorted. “How are you laughing?! You. Are. In. Danger.” He said each word slowly, trying to get you to understand.

“Then we better go investigate, huh?”

Pairing: Evie x reader

Summary: You show Evie that she doesn’t need some prince to be happy.

Girls Like Girls - Evie

“Saw your face, heard your name, gotta get with you,”

   You were sitting in Evie’s room, her braiding your hair. Some music played in the background, and you hummed along, savoring the time you had alone before Mal returned from yet another date with Ben. Your friend was obsessed with the boy, sometimes annoyingly so, but it did give you and Evie some time alone. Evie laughed from behind you. “I swear,” she began, “something must nest in your hair while you sleep.”

   Laughing along, you replied, “Well, it’s a good thing I’ve got you to sort it out.”

   Her laughter died out and you could feel her tense on the bed behind you. You started to turn towards her in concern. She pushed your shoulder back. “I’m not done, sit still,” she commanded.

   “Fine,” you complied. Nothing could distract Evie from anything beauty-related. “But will you tell me what’s bothering you? You’ve been more quiet than usual this morning.”

   She was silent for a few moments, stretching it out as she tied your braid off with a hair tie. Satisfied, she allowed you to turn and face her, although didn’t quite meet your eyes. “My mother is…. You know, my mother. She’s spent my whole life prepping me to meet some Prince Charming. She kept telling me that I was meaningless if I didn’t marry myself into royalty - marry her back into royalty.”

   You nodded along, understanding. You’d only met the Evil Queen once, and it had made you very thankful for your upbringing in Auradon. Even though your father been exiled when you were younger, your mother had always tried her best with you. When the Evil Queen had last visited on Parents’ Day, she had spent the entire time harping on Evie about her hair and makeup and scouting for princes.

   “Well, I told her about us, and… She wasn’t happy.”

“Girls like girls like boys do, nothing new,”

   You felt anger flare up in you, and you were about to swim all the way to the Isle of the Lost to throttle the Evil Queen. Despite the tragic parenting skills and emotional abuse that she’d subjected her daughter to, the Evil Queen was still her mother, and Evie loved her mother very much. To hear that she didn’t approve must have been devastating for her.

   “I just - I don’t know. I was hoping she would be happy for us and give her blessing, but sh-she told me,” a tear rolled down her cheek. She wiped it away before you got the chance. “She told me not to contact her until I found myself someone royal to settle down with. A prince.”

  “Oh, Evie,” You sighed, wrapping your arms around her. She sniffled, burrowing her face in your shoulder as she cried.

   “I- I’m sorry.” She sobbed.

   “For what?” You asked. “You have nothing to be sorry about.” Unless… You stiffened, wondering if she was going to do everything in her power to get back in her mother’s good graces. Break up with you, leave you, go and marry Chad Charming for his castle… Fear seized you as you thought about your worst nightmare possibly coming true. Evie really loved her mother, as much as you wished she could see how manipulative the woman was. “N-no, Evie, please, please don’t-” You begged, hoping she would reconsider.

   “Don’t what?” She pulled back, tears still streaming down her face.

   “Don’t leave me,” you whispered.

   “Y/N, no. I’m not going to leave you.” She grabbed your face, finally meeting your eyes. “I’m not ever leaving you.”

“Isn’t this why we came? Gotta get with you,”

   You tentatively closed the gap between you, which had grown very short. Your lips met hers, and you shared a gentle kiss. It was soft and far too short, but the passion behind it was overwhelming. All worries about her leaving you fled your mind as all you could think was, I can’t believe she’s mine.

   “I’m sorry about your mother.” You breathed. “But she can’t control you - us.”

   Evie nodded, pushing you back so you laid on her bed. “Maybe before I got here I would have done anything to please her, but I am my own person now. I don’t need her stamp of approval anymore... I’ve changed” She kissed your jaw, gradually moving lower towards your neck. “You changed me. I love you.”

   “I love you, too,” You responded barely audibly, but it was loud enough for her to hear, and she smiled into her kisses.