Request: Hi! I love your writing so much, i wanted to request a newt x reader, in which newt and the reader are best friends, and newt thinks he has a crush on tina so reader helps him impress her bc he’s a shy baby, but in the process they realise that they actually had feelings for each other all along and they fall harder? Happy ending? Xx
Word Count: 2,861
Pairing: Newt x Reader
Requested by Anonymous
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“Well, that was disappointing.”
You and Newt stare down at the broken vase. Glass and water mix over the wooden floor and someone shouts from downstairs.
“I’ll get the broom.”
Newt steps back and you can already see the questions pestering him and thinning his confidence.
“I’m sure she’d say yes, Newt. You just have to ask.”
“I know, I know.” There’s the pacing you expected, complete with one finger pressed against his lips whenever he stops speaking. “I just need to find the right time.”
You toss the dust pan onto the ground, where it lands with a crunch on some vagrant piece of glass. “There’s never going to be a ‘right time.’”
Newt rolls his eyes at the quote gestures you make around his words. “I don’t want it to come from nowhere.”
“What if it comes from your heart?” You tease.
He scowls. “Funny. Here I thought I asked for love advice, not bad jokes.”
The glass scratches the ground on its way into the pan. “It’s a dual package. The jokes come free of charge.”
“What if I ask her on a roof? At sunset?”
“A bit cliché, don’t you think?”
“Well I don’t hear you coming up with any ideas.”
You sigh. Snappy Newt is not your favorite Newt to deal with. “Tina likes you, Newt. I promise. You could ask her out in a dumpster as a phoenix bursts into ashes around you both and she’d still say yes.”
“What about with a picnic? Women like those.”
You sweep the final pieces of glass into the dust pan. “If you really want help, you need to calm down. I’ll come up with something.”
Newt runs a hand over his face. “I’m going to check on the occamies.”
“No worries, I’ll just finish mopping up this mess myself.”
He turns back to you and shakes his head. “Let me help.”
The two of you finish drying off the floor as best you can. Sitting across from one another, you look at the final piece of the mess: the dropped lily, pure petals drooping under the water they soaked up during the clean-up. Newt leans over and grabs it before falling back against the wall. He holds it up in front of him, spinning it in his hands, ignoring the water dripping onto his hands.