Newt Scamander Imagines

painting him ( 5 )

Imagine painting Newt only to have him start a paint war with you.

"I love you with every ounce of me and all, but how much longer do I have to hold this stupid teapot up?" Newt sighs, slouching over a little.

You had to give it to him, he knew how to keep a pose for a prolonged period of time. Even if he thought you weren't even painting him, he still kept still. You had asked him to hold out a teapot so you could paint it from 100 % observation, although the small  detail you had left out was that you were actually painting him holding up the teapot.

For some reason Newt never let you paint him. You basically asked him every chance you got but he always tenses up and begins stuttering out a series of 'no's'.

He was an absolutely perfect model though. His face shape was unique and intricate creating a slight challenge for you and his body was thin but he was still built. He was just perfect.

You add the last stroke of paint on his nose and stand back to look at your piece. You smile, it was realistic but at the same time it still had a slightly painted look to it. It was definitely one of your better artworks.

Newt sees you smiling and places the teapot on the coffee table he was standing beside and begins to walk towards you, pure curiosity on his face.

You quickly grab the painting and swish it out of his view, keeping the back of it faced towards Newt. He looks at you and guffaws, tilting his head a little. "Come on, just a little peak."

You shake your head keeping a smile printed on your face. He sighs and grabs a paint brush off your eisel then dips it into a pool of blue paint on your paint mixing board. He holds up the dipped paint brush and smirks a mischievous smirk.

"You wouldn't," you say as you move back a few inches.

"Let me take a look," he takes a step forward only causing you to lunge back. He chuckles. "Is it a crime that I want to see what my girlfriend has created?"

You nod causing him to frown.

"I stood here for 2 hours, the least you can do by thanking me is showing me the painting," he jokes.

You sigh and hold out the wet painting in front of you, taking a last good look at it. "Fine, but don't get mad."

He raises his brow suspiciously before slowly walking towards you. Once his eyes fall upon the painting he's expressionless. You couldn't read a single emotion that he had.

"I-its me," he finally says quietly. You chuckle at his slight surprise and nod.

"I know you didn't want to painted but gosh Newt, your so attractive, how can I not?" he looks down at you, his body towering over yours. His cheeks tint with red and he takes the painting from your arms and places it on the table. He then takes your face in both of his hands and kisses you. You throw your arms around his neck and allow yourself to melt into him.

Suddenly a cold wet paint brush runs across your cheek. You pull away, your jaw dropped. You are surprised to see a laughing Newt.

"I don't tell you this often enough," you sigh and look down. "But I really... really LOVE YOU!" You tackle him wrapping your arms around his body, smearing your cheek into his chest. He gasps whilst still holding on to you, looking down at his white button up that now had a large blue splotch on the front of it. 

"Oh it's on." He quickly lets go and grabs another wet paint brush. You run behind the couch and crouch down, peaking up to see where Newt was. He flicks the paint brush towards you and the paint hits you square in the face.

"Newt!" you scream while laughing. You quickly wipe of the glob of paint on your face and chuck it towards Newt, it skims his pant leg but hits the wall behind him. Thank god it's washable.

Before he had the chance to grab some more paint you quickly jump over the couch and grab some for yourself. He runs to the other side of the room and you lunge towards him, smothering paint all over his adorable face. You drag some down his nose as well.

He stands there aghast before tightly pulling you towards him. He presses his painted lips against yours and you forget that they are painted for a second. You allow yourself to kiss him before scurrying towards the paint once again. He grabs your wrist and carefully throws you to the ground. He sits on top of you and takes the paint of his face to wipe it all over your t-shirt. You try to wiggle away but he keeps both your hands on your ground.

"Time out! Time out!" You say trying to catch your breath from laughing so hard. He respects your decision and hops off to sit next to you. He runs his painted fingers through his now painted hair and allows you to stand up again.

"So we're even then?" He asks holding out his arm gesturing for you to hold his hand. You grab his hand and give it a little shake but instead of shaking it back, he pulls you on top of him.

"Does his mean you're going to let me keep the painting?" you ask pecking his blue cheek.

He chuckles, "Yes, but you are not putting it up in here."

You nod, laughing and hug him tightly. He wraps his arm around you and holds you for what feels like an eternity.

Before you knew it, another secret pile of paint hits you on your arm and you gasp at the sudden cold liquid running down your arm. He rubs it in and gives you a small chuckle before pecking you on the lips again.

"God I love you."

A/N: sorry it's short, finals are coming up soon ah.