MamaInkBottle

request for the above. I couldn't put it in the sentence bc my computer is being weird. this is for her birthday which was like a month ago. I'm so sorry this took forever <3 

Also, this is the 50th chapter??? What??? That's wack man

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There were a few days a year that you truly allowed yourself to have a good time. Usually, you got your hopes up and were left disappointed on special occasions- but your birthday was a special, special case. You were determined to enjoy yourself on your birthday; after all, it was a celebration of you. So, regardless of how shitty your day might be or how many people would try and bring you down, you made your birthday special.

So, when Newt told you he had a surprise planned for your coming birthday, it was a nice- and exciting- change from all the work you'd had to do the years before. Newt was thoughtful, sweet, and kind- you could only dream of what he might do to make your birthday special.

The day of your birthday came and you were up at 6 in the morning. You just couldn't sleep; the anticipation was killing you. Newt snored next to you, mouth open and chest rising and falling steadily. You smiled, settling on your elbow. Newt opened his eyes lazily, looking around in his early-morning stupor, and jolted awake when he saw you staring.

"(Y/N)! W-what are you doing?" He pulled the blankets over his chest, cheeks reddening.

"Its my birthday!" You beamed, cheeks crunching up in unrestrained happiness.

Newt opened his mouth, a look of shock coming over his face, and closed it. "Right!" He exclaimed, kicking the covers away and springing out of bed. "Yes, right! Stay right there- I'll be right back." And he ran out of the room in nothing but his boxers and socks. You could hear a lot of crashing around, and suddenly you heard a high-pitched scream.

"Bunty!" You heard from through the door. "I thought you were taking the day off!" You couldn't hear the reply. "Well- its (Y/N)'s birthday today- we didn't think you'd be here-" he was cut off again. "Yes, yes, of course. I'll see you tomorrow. S-sorry about, um, this." You stifled a laugh, burying your face into the pillow.

A few minutes later, Newt came trudging back into the room, one of your floral-patterned aprons covering his scantily clad body. In his hand he held a small brown box. You couldn't stop yourself from laughing at the sight of him- the apron, the mismatched socks, the rumpled hair- it looked adorably ridiculous on him. "Had a run-in with Bunty, did we?" You smirked.

"Don't laugh at me," he grumbled. "I told her to take the day off." He pulled the apron off and settled onto the bed next to you, swinging his feet overtop of the covers. He opened the box and pulled out a glistening white cake, beautifully frosted in yellow and blue, with the words "Happy Birthday (Y/N)" scripted across the top.

You felt yourself melt a little bit inside at the sight of the cake. it was beautiful, perfectly created in a blend you felt perfectly suited you. Newt understood you like no one else did. "Happy birthday, (Y/N)." Newt grinned, bumping you with his shoulder. You nestled into his arm and blushed.

"Cut the damn thing already, I'm starving!"

Newt smiled that small, loving smile of his, and started cutting the cake into slices with a plastic knife. You nestled against him and wrapped your arm around his bicep. His skin was warm to the touch. You pressed a kiss on the top of his shoulder, allowing yourself to gaze up at the man you loved freely.

"I love you, Newt," you hummed with a smile.

Newt glanced down at you for a second, a blissful smile spreading across his features. He leaned down and captured your lips in a slow, passionate kiss that seemed to spread his warmth all the way down your body to his toes. 

"I love you too. I always will." He responded lovingly. He put the cake on the side table momentarily and encircled you with his arms. Laying you gently onto the mattress, he hovered his chest above yours, his nose barely brushing yours. You felt perfectly cocooned in warmth and love and safety; you never wanted to leave. Your hands pressed against his chest and you felt his heartbeat under your palm, reassuringly hot with life; it seemed to tell you: "I'm here. I'm never going to leave."

Newt pressed a kiss to your forehead, then your nose, then your jawline, trailing his lips down your neck to your collarbone. You shivered despite the heat radiating off of him and swatted his shoulder playfully. 

"I thought we were doing presents after cake?" You teased playfully.

Newt looked up at you, eyes glittering mischievously, and kissed your lips in a brief, yet tender kiss. "I just couldn't wait to give it to you," He murmured, lips brushing against yours as he spoke. He kissed you again. "And besides-" another kiss, "-you deserve it."

"I deserve it?" You echoed. "What does that mean?"

Newt paused from his affections for a moment, eyes boring into yours. His hand moved to your hair, smoothing the stray edges away from your forehead lovingly. "(Y/N)..." He started, eyes roaming your features like they were the sun. "I want to give you everything.  All of my love, all of my affection, all of my attention- because I think you deserve it more than anyone else. Your heart-" he pressed a palm to your chest where your heart beat rapidly with every word he spoke, "- is so giving. You are so kind, inside and out. And yet, what you've had to go through-" he frowned momentarily before shaking it off. "I just can't believe that you are the amazing person you are today. I feel so grateful- so lucky- that I get to be with you. I feel blessed."

Tears started to swell in your eyes. Never had you experienced any sort of love so potent as the kind Newt was claiming he possessed for you. Never had you believed that you could be loved the way that he loved you. Yet, he did, as fervently and strongly as you did for him. Because you wanted to give him everything, too. 

"Newt, I-" You choked, and you had to take a deep breath to compose yourself before continuing. "I don't know what to say. No one has ever  said anything so kind to me-"

Newt cut you off by pressing his lips to yours once more, forcefully and full of passion as his mouth moved against yours. You felt the warmth race through your body again, and you pulled his shoulders down to you. You wanted to be as close to him as you could, to forever soak in his warmth, grace, elegance, and love. Newt braced his elbows on either side of your head, propping himself up over you. His hands, roughed from years of working with animals, smoothed your face and caressed your hair. 

"Wait right here," he murmured, launching himself away from you suddenly. You laid flushed against the bed, gasping for breath, cheeks ruddy, hair splayed out on the sheets, and lips swollen. Coldness and a sense of incompleteness filled you with a sense of yearning when he left you, and you realized you couldn't move even if you tried.

You didn't have to wait for long, though; soon after, Newt sank back down onto the bed beside you, one hand propping up his head to look at you, the other behind his back. He pressed his body to you and you turned into it involuntarily, security flooding your senses now that he was back. Newt was usually so reserved and shy; you could tell that he really loved you by the way his confidence shone through when he was around you. You felt the same- you felt like your most authentic self with him around. Newt moved his palm to your cheek, using his elbow to keep himself up. His gaze was full of overwhelming adoration, so strong it made you dizzy. 

"I was going to give this present to you later, but I just can't wait," Newt said softly. "(Y/N), you have possessed me, body and soul. You are in my thoughts first thing in the morning and right before I fall asleep. I feel as if you're a part of me. And I realized some time ago..." he paused, bringing his hand out from behind his back. "I realized that I don't want to live without that part of me. Ever."

You couldn't hold back a gasp. In his hand he held a glittering gold ring. It was nothing fancy, just a simple band with fine carvings, but it was perfect. He was perfect.

His smile was brighter than the stars on a clear night, and hope brimmed in his eyes. 

"(Y/N), will you marry me?"

Your face broke out into a smile and tears you hadn't even noticed spilled out of your eyes onto your cheeks. You pulled his face to you, capturing his lips in a kiss that you felt said it all.

"Yes," you breathed, "A hundred million times yes."

Happy birthday to me.

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wowowowow im so sorry that took me so long. I have been literally SWAMPED with work these past couple weeks. the only reason I've been able to really finish this is because we got three days off this week (#blessed amiright). I feel so bad that I didn't get this out sooner, but I promise it was not on purpose.

mamainkbottle, I know your birthday didn't go as planned but I hope you made the most of it. I promise it will be better next year. I hope this helps at least a little bit. happy birthday my guy

love, Elise