9 | Be Mine? (Valentine Special)

Prompt: Reader is in love with Newt, but she also thinks that he still loves Leta.

Rated: PG-13

A/N: This one is really short, once again, since I got three 80s in school. The updates will be slow af until I get my grades up again, probably in March, if I'm lucky. 

And I'm congested. I HATE EFFIN' COLDS!!!

Also, Y/N is a whine-y little rascal in this one, so sorry if I made you a bit annoying...

But anyways, have a nice Valentine's Day!

• • •

Y/N had been living with her best friend, Newt Scamander, for a long time now. Although it could get awkward sometimes (as opposite-gender roommates are), it worked out nicely, most of the time. 

Today had been a particularly stressful day for her, as the boss had yelled and spat in her face. She slammed the door, slid to the floor, and sighed. 

Her bag fell to the floor, next to her. She sat there, staring at the ceiling, wondering what her life had come to. 

Obviously, Y/N didn't have these thoughts everyday, just on stressful days. She felt extremely depressed, for no reason at all. 

But, as the thought of Newt came into her head, she brightened, and stood up, taking off her coat. 

She began to make her way to his room, and knocked on it. 

There was no reply, so the first thought that went through Y/N's head was that he must have gone down into the case. 

Laughing at herself, she opened the door, and saw Newt staring at a picture. 

A series of emotions ran through her heart when she saw who he was looking at. It was her. 

Leta Lestrange. 

He was so deep in thought, staring at the picture, that he didn't even acknowledge her presence. His back was turned towards her, and the setting sun streamed through his hair--oh, his soft hair--, that she had always wanted to touch. 

She closed the door soundlessly, walking out and sitting at the kitchen table, depressed again. 

But she didn't understand these emotions, why they were there, since, after all, Newt was her best friend, and it wasn't normal to have feelings like this. 

Then why had she bought him that Valentine's day present, lying under her bed, from two days ago?

Y/N felt insane. Then she jolted, as she remembered that today was Valentine's day. 

Stupid, stupid, girl, she thought, Why didn't you notice all those cheese-y pink heart balloons being sold in the street?

She set her head back onto her arms, and all of a sudden, tears burst into her eyes. 

Newt was kind, sweet, and handsome, and Y/N didn't deserve someone like him. And that Lestrange girl was beautiful, with her soft, dark hair and wide eyes. 

Whenever Y/N had asked Newt about Leta, he always shied away from her questions. And one reason remained clear: He was still in love with her.

And Y/N had been too blind to see that. She had thought that he might, that he just might think that she was good-looking, that she was smart, that she was worth it, the same thoughts she had about Newt. 

She was so upset, and so deep into her thoughts that she didn't notice Newt's bedroom door opening, and his inquisitive glance. 

And since he knew that she didn't want people looking at her with pity, he let her be, went back into his room, and told himself, I'll ask her about it later.

• • •

"So, how's my cooking skills?" asked Newt, placing the third dish down. 

Y/N's face was clear, since she had reapplied the heavy makeup. She smiled up at him, and replied, "Lovely, although the spaghetti needs a little more sauce."

"You sound like Jacob right now," he said, grinning at her. 

"I know," she said, "Now, how about that sauce?"

"Here, you go, Mademoiselle L/N." Newt poured the red sauce over her pasta, drizzling it slowly. 

"Danke, danke, Herr," Y/N replied playfully, picking up her fork again. 

"Remind me what that means again?"

"'Thank you, thank you, sir' in German."

"Nice, I wish I was as smart as you," he said, giving her a high-five. 

She choked on her pasta. 

He just called her smart. He thought that she was smart. And he looked so cute, with his apron tied around his waist. 

Newt looked at her worriedly, and quickly came to her rescue, patting her back. 

He remembered his thought to himself, and asked her, "Is everything okay, Y/N? You don't seem like yourself tonight."

Y/N looked at him, biting her lip, and, giving him a fake smile, replied, "Nah, Newtie, I'm fine, just tired."

Newt ignored her affectionate nickname, and commented, "Well, you don't seem like yourself."

"And how?" she challenged. 

"Your eyes don't shine as brightly, and your eyeshadow is different from how it was this morning, which means you reapplied it."

Y/N was surprised. She didn't think that he would notice these details. 

"I messed it up by accident at work," she lied. 

"Your eyes are red."

"It's allergy season," Y/N said, gulping nervously. 

"I may let your lies slip, but I'm not stupid, Y/N."

"I never said you were."

"Then why are you lying to me?" Newt asked, and then spat, "Is it because some other man caught your attention? Is it because you're tired of me, and just want to get rid of me or something?"

Y/N glared at him. "No."

"Then why were you crying?"

As soon as those words slipped from Newt's mouth, he knew that it was too late to take it back. 

"You were spying on me?" she asked, anger in her face. 

"Well, no, I mean, yeah, but it was an accident. I never--"

"You could have told me," Y/N cut him off, pushing her chair back. 

"Y/N, you're taking this too far, I only--"

"You know how much I hate it!" she yelled, "You know how much I hate people seeing me weak! But you could've told me. I could've understood it. I would've forgiven you, but no, you use that to your advantage!"

Y/N forgot completely about her sadness of Newt not loving her, and stomped out of the apartment. 

"Oh, shoot," Newt sighed, and Pickett, who had been on the table that whole time, agreed. 

• • •

Y/N was running down the street. Her shoes clicked on the cement, and she nearly tripped, but she didn't care. 

"A few pennies, ma'am?" a little boy asked somewhere, but Y/N was already past him when her brain acknowledged what he had said. 

Sobbing, she collapsed in an alley, clutching her bag to herself. Before running out of the apartment, it was the only thing she grabbed, besides her coat. 

Minutes passed, but they seemed like hours to her. For a few seconds, she thought, Maybe I should just go home, and forgive Newt, but then Leta came back to her head. Newt would clearly find out what was going on, and their friendship would be destroyed, and...

A voice snapped her out of her thoughts. "What's a pretty lady like you doing out here all alone, especially at night?"

A red-faced man was in front of her. She grabbed her knees and huddled into a tiny little ball, hoping that he would just go away, but instead, he grabbed her arm. 

"(Tiny/plump) arms, eh?" he laughed, drunk, "They're just my type." 

"Let go of me," Y/N snapped, glaring at him, and managed to stand up. 

"You don't tell me what to do!" the man suddenly hollered, the stench of alcohol wafting into her face, "I tell you what to do, you little b**ch!"

She tore her arm away from him, and spat, "Creep."

The man's face became even redder, and he groped her butt roughly. "What did you just call me?"

"Creep, and I'll call you whatever I want to!" Y/N yelled, "Now let go of me!"

However, the man refused to, and Y/N wished that she had brought her wand with her. 

"Such a pretty little thing," he whispered in her ear, "Such a feisty little girl, just my type."

"Let go of the lady, as she asks," another voice suddenly said. 

Newt was standing in the alley entrance, his wand out. 

"What you gonna do, poke me with your stick?" the man chuckled. 

"Let go of her," Newt said again, louder this time. 

When the man didn't budge, Newt flicked his wand, and a large boulder as decoration burst into tiny little shards. 

Newt's face was red, and his eyes were angry, as if he was going to murder someone, and he probably was. However, he said in a low voice, "Leave. Now."

The man, in fear, ran as fast as lightning, out of the alleyway. 

Y/N had been crying the whole time, and now, the tears came hard as ever. She slumped to the ground, next to her bag. 

A few moments later, Newt was by her, stroking her hair and wiping her tears away.

"Tell me, why did you cry this afternoon?" he asked gently. 

Y/N didn't want to reply. She was afraid their friendship would disintegrate. 

Newt, luckily, saw this, and gave her a tiny smile. 

"I have a gift for you," he whispered. 

She looked at him expectantly, but he only reached for her face. 

Soon, his lips were on hers, moving softly and slowly. 

When they broke away for breath, Newt explained, "I'm sorry, I didn't give you a gift, I didn't know if you liked me back, but now I do, so I--"

Y/N cut him off. "That's okay, Newtie. After all, your love is the best gift to me."

"I don't love Leta anymore, Y/N. It's you I love, really. Please believe me," he said, giving her a shy smile. 

"I do believe you."

"So, will you be mine?"

"Of course, and you?"

"Until the sun dies, sweetheart."

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