Request from @atrologywhoo : omg i cant wait to see more of your writing so imma request!!! Could i have an imagine where Newt gets very stressed trying to take care of all his creatures and getting all the research done and stuff? And the reader tries to help and calm him? Massive amounts of fluff and kisses pls? Thank you!
The sound of a door opening and a strained voice calling your name caused you to jolt awake. “(y/n)? (y/n)?”
You ran a hand through the (h/c) mop that was your hair, reluctantly opening your eyes and sitting up. Newt paced the room and ran his hand through his hair, the muscles in his face tightening. “Newt?” You rubbed your eyes. What’s wrong?”
He took a moment to respond, taking a moment to admire how you looked just waking up. You blushed and tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear. That seemed to make him remember what he was upset about.
“For one thing, I can’t find any of the Demiguise,” Newt started, sitting on the edge of your bed which caused it to dip. “I haven’t finished my research on them just yet, and I can’t continue it if I can’t find them!” His lips screwed into a scowl.
You shoved the navy blue quilt that was twisted around your legs off the bed and crawled to where Newt was sitting. Placing a comforting hand on his shoulder, you said, “What can I do?” Seeing Newt so stressed and frustrated made your heart sink. You had easily fallen in love with his smile, and just as easily decided anything would be worth it if it meant you could see it again.
“Actually, never mind,” Newt shook his head, rising to his feet. “So sorry for waking you up.” You grabbed his hand before he walked away, pulling him back.
“Stay here,” You ordered, standing and gently shoving him onto the bed. “I’m going to make you a cup of cocoa.”
“Really, (y/n), you don’t have to-”
You placed your index finger to Newt’s lips, which made him blush and go quiet. Realizing what you had just done, you quickly withdrew your finger and stepped back, trying to avoid his gaze and failing. There Newt was, looking attractive and sweet. How were you not going to stare? “I-I’m going to go prepare the, the uh,” You trailed off, unable to recall what you were supposed to be making.
“The cocoa?” Newt gulped, his face looking as red as yours, if not more. You nodded vigorously and scrambled out of the bedroom and into the kitchen.
With a confident smirk, you dropped two marshmallows into what you believed to be the best cocoa you had ever made. You made your way to the bedroom, but froze when you heard crashing sounds in the bedroom. Thinking nothing of it, you continued down the hallway until you heard Newt yell.
You fled towards the bedroom, mug of cocoa still in hand, only to find a disgruntled Newt huddled in the corner of the bedroom. As you let out a relieved sigh, you knelt beside him and placed the mug in his hand. “Did I miss something interesting?”
He chugged the cocoa down then turned to you. “I saw a Demiguise. It was right there,” He pointed to a rug in the center of the room. “And then it was gone!” Newt rambled on, his words becoming jumbled as he attempted to explain how close he was to catching it.
When you felt there was nothing you could say to Newt to snap him out of his venting, you did the only thing that came to mind; kiss him. You slammed your lips against his, and at first he was stiff, but then he melted at your touch. He brought his hands to your cheeks, stroking your jawline with his thumb.
You pulled away and wrapped your arms around him. His shoulders relaxed at your touch and his head seemed perfectly comfortable resting on your thigh.
He murmured a “Thank you” before falling asleep in your arms.