IT’S MOTHER FREAKING CHRISTMAS TIME, CINNAMON BABES! This is my Christmas gift to you loyal cinnamon rolls. You guys are my gifts, I cannot believe how many reblogs, likes, and followers I have. Thanks sososo much!
Warnings: If Christmas stories could kill, it’ll be this one. Read with caution. Also I write like Newt, Tina, Queenie, you and Jacob all live together. If you think it’s stupid, you don’t have to read it.
Yes you may reblog, no you may not repost without my permission.
“IT’S CHRISTMAS ITS CHRISTMAS!”
Newt woke up to the sound of you thundering down the hall. Jacob rolled around in his bed and groaned. “Lord…” He mumbled, hiding deeper into his covers.
You opened the door to Newt and Jacob’s room and roared, “GET UP YA FILTHY NO-MAJES!” You jumped onto Newt’s bed, causing Newt to have a mini heart attack.
Newt basically had a mini heart attack no matter what you did. Even when you so much as calmly entered the room. Yeah. He was screwed. So terribly. He actually liked you. Something about your hyper attitude and sass drew Newt to you. Normally people like you annoyed Newt, but even with your sass and no filter, you were sweeter than sin and chocolate.
“C'mon, Newt!” You shook Newt and then jumped off his bed to go but Jacob. “Jacob! Christmas!”
“Aren’t you a little too old to get so excited?!” Jacob demanded, trying to pull the covers over his head.
Newt sat up, observing you. That was another thing he liked about you. You were so enthusiastic about everything. It was utterly adorable.
“Don’t be a cloudy day!” You giggled, grabbing Jacob’s pillow and hitting it over his head. “Get. Up!”
Jacob bolted up and hopped out of bed. “Okay okay! I’m up, you slave driver!” He smirked in good nature and patted your head, as he yawned and walked off to the bathroom.
“Are you coming too?” You said turning to Newt, smiling innocently at him.
Newt felt butterflies in his stomach. “Y-yes! Of course! Y/N, I had something to t-tell you, actually,” Newt rubbed his neck and looked down at his covers. “You see… ah never mind. It’s not that important.”
You looked at Newt, giving him a puzzled look. “You can tell me later, okay? Promise me,” you added on at the end, taking his hand and pulling him out of bed.
Newt blushed at the physical contact. He nearly jerked his hand out of yours, but he allowed you to drag him into the kitchen.
Since all five of you were on a pretty tight budget, you couldn’t all really get each other individual gifts. So around Thanksgiving you did name draws and got that person a special gift.
You entered the kitchen, stilling holding Newt’s hand and standing awful close to him. Queenie noticed the two of you and smiled a big smile. “Well hello, Honey!”
Newt rubbed his chin, pretending to be thoughtful and let go of your hand. He gave a silent pray and hoped Queenie wasn’t reading his mind. “Merry Christmas to you too, Queenie,” Newt coughed. His eyebrow twitched upwards as he gave an awkward glance at Queenie. Crap. She was looking at Newt, her eyes piercing his mind.
Once everyone sat down at the table and had his or her choice of drink, they exchanged the gifts.
You looked at the package, it was messily wrapped and said, “From Newt. To Y/N.” You tore it open to find a finely knitted sweater. Not a chunky ugly sweater, but quite finely knitted, with soft burgundy yarn. It was stunning and so soft. “Oh, Newt! Where did you get this?!” You gushed out, running your hands on the sleeves.
Newt gave a small smile. “I knitted it…” He avoided your eyes, expecting you to laugh and make fun of him and then ask him where he really got it.
“You knitted it?! You know how to knit?” You awed. Newt prepared himself for the embarrassment. “That is so adorable and neat!”
Newt looked at you in surprised. Did you just say it was adorable and neat? Newt flushed at the compliment. “I-it’s really nothing. M-my mum taught me how to knit when I was younger.”
You slipped the sweater over your thin shirt and smiled down at it. Newt looked at you. You looked so cute. He couldn’t take his eyes off you, and Queenie knew it. The sweater was loose and big on your body, but it still managed to look elegant.
The others opened their gifts, Newt got a water colored book on mythological creatures from Tina, you got an adorable tea cup set from Jacob, Queenie got new fabric for sewing from you, and Jacob got a new watch and pastry book from Queenie.
Once all the gifts were unwrapped, Queenie and Tina started preparing for breakfast, while Jacob made some special treats from his new book. Newt had taken you by the hands and led you into the tiny pantry, away from the noise but in ear shot in case you two were needed.
“Newt,” you said smiling up at him. “I love my sweater. It… It smells like you!” You blurted out.
Newt, who was still holding both your hands panicked, “Oh I am so sorry! I swear I washed it! I don’t know why it smells like me, I am really sorry!” Newt’s face was filled with worry, as he look so apologetic.
“No no!” You hastily said, trying to calm the frantic Newt. “It smells like you, yes… But it smells good. It smells a bit like cinnamon.” You let go of Newt’s hand to pull up the turtle neck and inhale it.
“C-can I—will you allow me to hug you?” Newt questioned. He almost sounded like he was begging like an adorable puppy.
You looked at him, blinking. Then you threw your arms around Newt’s neck and pulled him in for a big hug. Newt wrapped his arms around your waist and held you close, smiling to himself.
You inhaled Newt’s scent. He smelled faintly of cinnamon and cloves. “You smell nice,” you said, running your hand through Newt’s hair.
Newt tensed up at the touch, but soon relaxed, as you methodically rubbed his head and gently combed his hair with your hand. Your head rested perfectly in the crook of Newt’s neck. Newt buried his face in your neck and you gave a giggle. “This is a great Christmas!” You said smiling, as Newt rubbed small circles on your back with his thumb.
You were startled apart by Queenie opening the door to the pantry. “Oh, am I interrupting something?” She said, looking mildly surprised and at the same time not.
Newt chuckled, but his face was red. “Not at all, Queenie!”
Queenie grabbed the sugar and waved her hand elegantly. “Don’t mind me, love birds!”
She left you and Newt just staring at each other. A small smile crept into Newt’s face. “Can I have another hug?” Newt requested.
You smirked back. “Only if you teach me how to knit,” you decided, grinning at shy man.
“It’s a deal, Y/N,” Newt agreed, wrapping you up in another warm hug. “Merry Christmas, Y/N…”