Summary: Newt tries to help you overcome your nightmares.
Warnings: None? Mentions of insomnia and nightmares, but nothing graphic
Word count: 2500
A/N: This is my first Newt fic, so please let me know how I did! I really want to write his character properly and I’m not so sure I have, but I hope you enjoy this none the less! ((Also I’m not tagging anyone from my usual list because I’m not sure if ya’ll will want to read something not Marvel related :D))
Sleeping wasn’t your forte, to put it lightly. You had gotten used to the idea of your brain being against you when the sun went down, but that didn’t make it any easier to close your eyes and lay awake for hours on end, nor did it help when you woke up, freezing and sweating at the same time, praying that whatever just happened in your head would stay in your head.
And most of the time Newt wasn’t there to witness you gasping for breath or clinging to the sheets like they were the closet door separating you from a murderer.
Tonight, however, he was. Newt had been on the hunt for a quiet place to hunker down and put some much needed touch ups on his book, so he thought where better than with you, one of his few friends and longtime crush. You had accepted him into your flat with open arms - because who could say no to that nervous grin? - and got him all set up on the couch. Usually you would’ve put him in your bed, but he refused to let you “lose precious sleep over him”. Though if you lost any sleep, you knew it would be to anything but Newt Scamander.