To Be Close To You (Newt Scamander x Reader)
✩ prompt: there isn’t really a prompt for this one, I was just having a bad day and wanted to write fluff :/ if you guys are feeling down hope this is a little pick me up :) this story is also strongly influenced by Troye Sivan’s song “talk me down”
✩ word count: four million and twenty-nine
✩ warnings: mild angst and lots of fluff
To Be Close To You
Her bags fall from the grasp of her cold fingertips as soon as she closes the door to their apartment, sinking down, not just from exhaustion, but from the utmost heaviness of her heart in that moment.
She pictures him smiling, the sunlight caught in the edges of his eyes, his hair a flurry of light chestnut, and his freckles that decorate his face like stars in the sky.
She groans, resting her head on the top of her knees, trying to hide from the reality that she wanted nothing more in this moment than to be close to him. To be entangled in his arms and his scent and his voice-
But he just thinks of her as a friend.
Don’t - Don’t, get her wrong, being his friend is beyond lovely, but sometimes the fleeting curve of his lips makes her heart ache, and the way he runs his freckled fingers through his hair when he gets nervous, causes her to stare a little longer than a friend would.
Even when they were but centimeters apart, there were miles - worlds, even - between them.