TMR Oneshots (Newt x Reader)

Therapeutic Hugs

Newt's POV

"But why are we here? Who put us here? How long have you been looking for a way out? Are we close to finding one?"

I tried my best not to roll my eyes as the persistent questions. My heart was breaking for him - a 12 ish year old boy sent into this dreadful place. How could the creators be so cruel? 

I get it, of course. He wants answers - we all do - but his interrogating was giving me a slight headache. I was trying my best to answer as many of his questions as I could. Alby and Y/n normally do the tours but they were off doing some quick errands. Y/n promised to come back and close out the tour when she was finished.

I felt guilty for wanting her to hurry and take the Greenie off of my hands, but I just wasn't in the mood today. I was leading him to the kitchens to meet Frypan and get him a quick apple or something. Kids like snacks, right?

Or is he too old for snacks? Maybe . . . I don't know but I really don't care right now. He had already cried once because of the anxiety and I needed some way to help calm him down. He continued asking questions as Frypan handed me a red apple with a sympathetic and understanding smile. He gave the Greenie a quick introduction before getting back to preparing dinner.

I lead the Greenie over to a nearby table as we sat and watched Frypan cook. He took a bite of his apple, giving me a quick moment of peace. It wasn't long before his brain started formulating more questions.

"What if we never find a way out? Wait, what is Wicked? Did they put us here? Are they bad? Why do they send us stuff in that box? Wha - " He paused, now starting to breathe heavily.

"Woah, you alright, Greenie?" I asked, turning to the boy. His eyes were watering and he was looking around wildly. It only took me a split second to realize he was having a panic attack. I gently reached out, grabbing his arm and kneeling in front of him. "Hey, breathe, breathe! Breathe, Greenie . . ."

"Hey, you're alright, bud," a voice said calmly. I looked over to see Y/n leaning down next to me, looking up at him with a small, sweet smile. When did she get here? I hadn't even noticed her heading this way. 

"Breathe with me, Greenie," I instructed, getting him to finally look at me directly. 

I started exaggerating my breathing, doing it slowly for him to copy. He started trying to follow - I could tell he was trying - but the silent sobs were preventing it from actually working. I looked over at Y/n to silently ask her for help, but she was already on her feet and moving to sit on the table next to him.

She wrapped her arms around him tightly, pulling her closer to him. He had his head on her shoulder as she whispered to him.

"I know, bud. I know it's hard but I need you to watch him, yeah?" She whispered to him, looking down at me and nodding for me to start demonstrating the breathing again. 

I did as she asked and watched as the Greenie attempted to follow my lead, getting closer than last time.

"You're doing great, bud," she encouraged, smiling down at him. 

I couldn't help but look up at her in awe. He was breathing normally again. How was she so good at this? 

Once the greenie was completely calm, she slowly retracted from the hug, leaving one arm loosely thrown over his shoulders. I stood and took a seat on the other side of the greenie and looked up at Frypan, who silently asked if everything was alright, to which I nodded.

"I know it can be easy to kind of lose control like that," Y/n said calmly. "It's nothing to ever be embarrassed about. It can be scary and we all lose control sometimes. I just want you to know that as long as you have all of us, you don't need to be scared like that. We're here with you and we're going to find a way out - no 'ifs' or 'buts' about it."