Request: about four requests, I’ll not write them all here.
Notes: Again I didn’t put all your requests to a tee but I liked it.
Edited by: lindylou95
It was late in the afternoon on a Sunday, and you and Newt were down in the case spending time with the creatures. As much as you enjoyed all the time spent with them, you closed your eyes and couldn’t help but try and remember the last time you got a good night sleep. You were helping Newt with his book, illustrating the creatures. And you loved it, you loved them. Hours were spent down in the case with them, especially Frank. He was to you like Pickett was too Newt, just a lot less clingy, but still very protective.
When you re-opened your eyes, Newt had moved away and it was now just you and frank. You were watching him as he bent down to check on something. You couldn’t see just what he was doing but you saw him smile. You quickly grabbed your sketchbook and subtly started to sketch him. As you drew the familiar lines of his body, you thought back to late last night when you drew him in a very similar position. The thought makes you yawn and you’re reminded of the lack of sleep you’re running on. All of the late nights working with the creatures at all hours of the night has been taxing your body and leaving you exhausted. It wasn’t healthy, and that’s why you internally promised yourself that you need to get to bed sooner tonight.
Frank trotted towards you laying his head on your lap. You smiled and ran your hands through his feathers. He went around the back of you so you could lay on him and he put his wing around you protectively. You finished the last lines on the sketch deciding that you were too tired to make details a priority. You notice that Newt has wandered out of your sight, presumably into another biome. You figure you can get a little bit more work in, and look around seeing if you could spot Dougal to finish sketching. You can’t seem to locate him and as you stand up to go in search of him you suddenly feel alarmingly faint. You can’t catch yourself quick enough as you begin to fall. The last thing you hear before your eyes shut is the sound of your head hitting the ground.
You groaned once again, this time opening your eyes all the way.
“You, Y/N, have been working yourself too hard recently. Look what’s happened, you’ve collapsed from exhaustion. Come on, we’re going to bed right now.” Newt rambled stuffing all of the pages back into your sketchbook. You lean to the side to see what it is he’s messing with.
“My sketchbook!” You shrieked embarrassed because you know that he must have seen all of the sketches of himself.
“Oh, don’t blush. I’ve already seen them.” He said blushing as well when you tried to grab the book. “A-and I think you’ve drawn m-me very pretty. I m-mean beautiful. No! H-handsome. Handsome. You’ve drawn me far more handsome than I am.” He finished, bashfully.
“Oh don’t blush.” You quipped repeating the line he just used on you. “It’s the way I see you.” You quietly admitted. He looked away, blushing even harder. You smiled at him, and he returned the gesture and leaned to grab your hand.
“Well, I’d say it’s time for you to go and get some sleep.” He said as he began to walk you toward the stairs. Sketchbook tucked safely under his arm.
“Only if you’re coming too.” You replied grabbing onto his arm and resting your head against his shoulder.
“Of course, love.” He said while leaning down to kiss the crown of your head. You blushed and leaned into him even more. Even though the two of you have been together for nearly two years, he could still make you blush with just a few words.
You climbed out of the case and made your way to the bedroom. You left Newt to get ready for bed while you climbed straight under the covers. After he had gotten into his night clothes and turned off all of the lights, he climbed in beside you and pulled you close. You wrapped your arms around him and sneakily pressed your fingers into the skin of his hips, making him squirm.
He smirked at your giggling form and quickly reached down to tickled the back of your knees. You squealed and tried to roll away. As soon as he stopped you attacked his most sensitive spot, the back of his neck. He shrieked and quickly covered his mouth with embarrassment. You giggled softly and pressed a kiss to the back of his hand that was still on his lips. He removed his hand and pressed a gentle kiss to the corner of your mouth. You smiled and pulled his cheeks towards you and planted a kiss on his lips.
“Sleep, now. As much as I want to kiss you, you need sleep. I love you, now rest, beautiful.” He said, pulling you in to him again.
“I love you too.” You smiled.