Thunderstorms (Newt X Reader)
Anonymous asks: do you think you could write one in which newt and the reader are in an argument? it can be over something silly, but I dunno, I’d be cool to see them both proper upset at each other
WARNINGS: This will. Kill. You. Do not sue me.
First of all, you were in a bad mood. Second of all, Newt forgot to pick up his dirty clothes from a couple days ago. Third of all, you had asked Newt twice and he had completely forgotten both times.
You weren’t about to pick them up, and all logic seemed to have abandoned you. Why should you pick up his mess? You made dinner, did the dishes, and cleaned up while he just worked in his suitcase! It was the last straw for you.
You went storming down Newt’s suitcase and demanded, “Newt, why haven’t you picked up your clothes?” You sounded like mother nagging her son.
Newt looked at you and blinked. “My what?”
“I said why haven’t you picked up your clothes that are on the floor. In our room, honey,” you grimaced, gritting your teeth slightly.
Newt raised his eyebrow. You always called him honey when you were upset. “I’ll get it in a minute, love—”
“That’s what you said earlier today,” you interrupted, crossing your arms and taking on a passive aggressive stance.
“But… I’m trying to put Pickett to bed…” Newt held up a little blanket that he made for Pickett. He gave you an innocent puppy dog look.
You just glared a him. “Newt, I am not picking up your things, I’ve been cleaning up after you all day!”
Newt frowned, turning his attention to you. “No you haven’t!” He crossed his arms and stood up to examine your furious expression.
“Yes. I. HAVE!” You bellowed angrily. “FOR GOODNESS SAKE, I’M JUST ASKING YOU THIS ONE TIME!”
“Please, lower your voice, you’re going to make it hard for Pickett to fall asleep!” Newt said, trying to calm you down, but all the while growing more frustrated with you.
“I. AM. NOT. YELLING!!” You shrieked angrily, glaring like a lion at your husband.
“Love, you’ve crossed the line,” Newt barked sternly. “Please calm down or leave my suitcase!” It hurt Newt to be so stern with you, but he knew you needed to cool down.
“Fine then!” You thew up your hands. “Choose your precious bowtruckles over me!” You stomped over to the latter and hastily scrabble upwards. You slipped slightly, and would have been comical had you not been in such a hot mood.
Hot tears flooded your eyes. You’d a really rough day and now you were flooded wish jealous. Jealous of all things! Over Newt’s creatures! It’s true, sometimes you couldn’t help but feel jealous. The way Newt touched and spoke to them. And how much time he spent with them.
It began to rain. Heavily. Your stomach did a flip and then turned into a knot. Heavy rain usually meant something else too. Thunder. You hated being a baby about it, but the quick flash and noise scared you.
You ran down the hall trying to find a safe haven, while also rubbing the tears from your face.
A flash of lightning lit up the hall and then a burst of loud rumbling hit your ear drums. Biting back a whimper, you ran to your room and went to the closet.
Another big boom sent you into a huddled position, your forehead resting on your knees. You rocked back and forth trying suppress the fear and confusion in your mind.
Tears were now rolling down your face at the speed of light, as you but your lip to keep from crying out loud. You hated thunder. More than you hated Newt’s clothes being on the floor.
Suddenly the door flew open and you blinked hard. “Oh love,” you heard a soft voice say.
Before he could say anything else, you tackled Newt in a bear hug, sending both of you to the ground. You pressed your face against Newt’s chest trying to ignore the thunder. “Newt…” You whimpered quietly, clutching into him for dear life.
Newt sat up, cradling you like an infant. “It’s okay, mummy’s here,” Newt whispered in your ear, stroking your hair and rocking you from side to side. “I’m sorry I raised my voice at you. I should have picked up those silly clothes the moment you told me. I’m sorry, darling.”
You hugged Newt tighter. “I should have been more sensible, I love you and should have been willing to pick up after you no matter what. Do you love me more than your beasts…?” You croaked, tears still coming down. You knew his answer, but you just needed to hear it.
“I love you so much more. I love you so much you’re not even fully aware of my love for you,” Newt chuckled, giving you a slight squeeze of comfort.
There was another burst of light and then the boom. You squeezed your eyes closed and buried your face back into Newt’s chest.
Newt picked you up bridal style and walked over to the bed. After he gently set you down, he pulled the covers over you like you were a child. Tucking the covers to your chin, Newt whispered, “I’m not leaving you.”
You sniffed a sigh of relief and watched Newt walk to his side of the bed to join you. Once the both of you were in bed, you put your arms around Newt and snuggled close against him.
As you glanced around the room, you noticed that in the corner, there were no dirty clothes on the floor.