Spin The Bottle
◘ ourbrokenwings asked: Writing prompt 3 please. “I can’t stop thinking about you.”
This is so clique, but I hope you like it! haha
Clutching your cup of tea in your hands you stared in to the warm flickering fire before you. Your dark apartment lit up from lightening and the sound of rain harshly hitting your windows. Thunder echoed in the distance but you hardly took notice. Your mind was occupied with one thing and one thing only. Newt Scamander.
Newt had been a close friend of yours for years and throughout all those years you had never seen him as anything more than a friend. Or, thats what you thought up until now.
Lifting your hand you gently placed your fingers tips upon your lips. Your mind flashed back to yesterday and the moment everything in your world changed. It had started off as a friendly evening between friends. You, Newt, Theseus and a few other colleagues from work had gathered for an evening of drinks and socializing. However, one of the girls from The Auror Department suggested a good old fashioned game of spin the bottle to liven up the party. The moment the idea left her lips everyone in the room excitedly agreed to it (all except you and Newt). But you instantly felt an uneasy feeling as you were dragged to the living room to take a seat with everyone else. The girls giggled in anticipation; whispering amongst themselves who they hoped the bottle would point to when their turn came. You knew almost all of them hoped it would be Theseus. It was no secret that almost every girl working under the roof of The Ministry was smitten for the Auror and War Hero.
“I think I should get going…” Newt began to stand from the couch when Theseus, his older brother, grabbed his sleeve and pulled him back down.
“Oh come on, Newt! It’s all in good fun!”
Watching as he reluctantly sat back down you noticed him swallowing hard what you knew to be his nervousness.
“Who wants to go first?” Betsy, the girl hosting the party asked smiling as one of the other girls offered to go first. As each person took their turn and kissed their chosen person you felt your hands become clammy and your cheeks becoming warm. Your turn was quickly approaching.
Of all the men in the room you secretly hoped that bottle would point to Theseus. After all, like most of the girls in the room you always seemed to fancy him. You’d never tell Newt that, of course.
“Alright, Y/L/N! Your turn!”
The bottle was pushed towards you and everyone’s eyes were on you. You hesitated momentarily before reaching out and gently grasping the bottle. The cool sensation of the glass was refreshing seeing as your body was warm from the overwhelming sensation of nerves coursing through your body.
With a swift spin of your wrist you spun the bottle and anxiously watched as it slowly came to a stop. When it did you trailed your eyes up to meet none other than your friend, Newt Scamander.
Silence filled the room for a single moment before everyone erupted in excitment.
“Go on!” Trudy, one of the ladies from the fourth floor department yelled, “Kiss!” She playfully nudged you before pushing you up and towards Newt.
Nothing in the world could explain how you felt in that very moment. All eyes were on you and the Magizooligist, eagerly waiting for you two to close the distant and kiss.
Kiss Newt? You thought. I’ve never even thought of such a thing…
Rising from the couch you slowly followed Newt to the side of the room where you both paused. Your eye’s met and you both found a nervous look on the other’s face. Friends. That’s all you were and that’s all you’d ever be. Or, that’s what you though up until now.
A light knock at your door brought you back from your thoughts and you turned, looking over in confusion. Who on earth could be knocking at your door at nine ‘o clock at night?
Placing your tea on your side table you wrapped your robe tightly around your body and made your ways towards the door. Slowly you grabbed the door knob and turned it, opening it only a crack to peek out. Your breath hitched in your through and you felt your heart skip a beat as your eyes fell upon the person you had been hoping to see since the night that seemed to change everything you had ever thought about him.
“I- I’m sorry to show up unannounced like this, but…” The wizard’s unruly, sandy brown hair was dripping from the rain. His coat was slightly drenched and you noticed his green eye’s held something intense in them. The way he was looking at you, it was nothing you had ever seen before. It was intoxicating…
“Newt, I-” You assumed he’d shown up to explain what happened the night before. You knew he harbored no romantic feelings for you and you knew sooner or later you’d have to address it. But, you were surprised when he cut you off and the words you hardly expected slipped from his lips.
“I can’t stop thinking about you.”
Those were not the words you were expecting. You barely had a chance to answer and within seconds you found Newt’s lips on yours. His hands came to up your face and you could feel the chill of the night air fading his fingertips as he soaked up the warmth of your skin.
Lifting your arms you snaked them around his neck pulling him closer. He gently slid a hand down your back, resting it just at the curve. His other hand stayed upon your cheek and he gently caressed your cheek bone as he momentarily broke his lips away only to bring them back and kiss you more passionately.
When you both pushed away to replenish the air in your lungs your eyes met in a soft yet heated gaze. It was apparent to the both of you how badly you had wanted to kiss the other again. And now that you had you knew that things were going to be different now. It was terrifying, realizing you had feelings for your friend. What this meant and what it would do to your friendship was racing in your mind, causing fear in that, what if things were not to work out? Would you lose him? Merlin, you couldn’t handle that.
“I know,” He replied. “I know this is…” He took in a deep breath, releasing it slowly as he continued, “Scary and confusing. But I can’t hold it back any longer. I love you. I’ve known it for a while now. I just always thought I could suppress the feelings. But when we kissed yesterday… I realized I couldn’t ignore it anymore. I want more, Y/N.” Searching your eyes, Newt anxiously waited for your response. He hoped you’d felt the same. But if you didn’t, he’d respect that.
Smiling, you reached up to softly brush his wet locks from his eye’s and taking a moment to stare in to his beautiful green eyes before answering, “I do too.”
It’s 12am here so I tried to do a quick spell check… I apologize if it’s not perfect xx