I’m trying a new way of doing this kind of post, hope you guys like it 🙂
Mornings
If you wake up first, you can’t help but watch your husband sleeping peacefully
Newt always looks so anxious and stressed, it’s nice to see him relaxing and taking a break
He doesn’t like cuddling while you’re asleep, but he sleeps with his hand stretched out to you
More often than not, you end up propping yourself up on your elbows and tracing the lines and curves of his face with your fingertips gently
There’s nothing more adorable than when he scrunches his nose up in his sleep before waking up and blinking sleepily up at you
He’ll pout, silently asking for a kiss, and you’ll collapse on the bed beside him with a grin, snuggling into his side
He still smiles and holds you close, content with knowing that he’ll get a proper kiss later
If Newt wakes up first, he likes to get as many of the chores done before you wake up so that you can relax
About an hour after he’s gotten up, he’ll bring you a cup of your favourite tea and wake you gently with a loving kiss on your forehead and a whispered “Good morning”
Creatures
Newt loves that you take such an interest in his creatures, and that they seem to love you just as much as he does
The Niffler takes a particular shining to you, which Newt resents slightly because “the little bugger gives me hell”
But he can’t help his heart swelling with affection when he watches you cuddling the fluffy little bastard
The two of you had to stay up all night once when the Occamy’s eggs were hatching, and Newt swears he’s never been more in love than in the hours of watching your face light up at every movement one of the babies made
Your clothes were creased and dusty from sitting in the enclosure for so long, your hair a tangled mess, dirt smudges on your face, and you were the most beautiful creature Newt had ever seen
Likewise, you could barely stop yourself sneaking glances at him with his hair even messier than usual, his jacket and waistcoat long since discarded, and his shirtsleeves rolled up carelessly
Once all the babies had hatched and were content to sleep a few hours, you and Newt fell back in exhaustion, much too tired to climb out of the case and into your little apartment
You lay with your head resting on Newt’s stomach, your arms folded across your belly and tiny snores escaping your lips as you get the first bit of rest you’ve had that day
Newt can barely take his eyes off you
Newt’s book
Newt is a terrible night-owl, and it’s not uncommon for you to wake up in the wee hours of the morning to find his side of the bed empty and the soft glow from the oil lamp on his desk spilling under the bedroom door
Eventually you’ll get up and go into the living room to see him slumped at his desk, surrounded by scrunched up pieces of paper and holding his head in his hands
You approach him quietly, and start to massage his sore shoulders gently while pressing gentle kisses to his jaw and cheek, before wrapping your arms around him and resting your chin on his shoulder
“The book will still be there in the morning,” you whisper, nuzzling his cheek with the tip of your nose. “Come to bed.”
He’ll sigh in defeat, leaning into your touch briefly before getting up and following you to bed
Newt looking after you
Whenever he knows you’ve had a long day at work, he tries to get all the housework and his own work done before you get home so that you have no choice but to relax
When you finally get home, exhausted, you find your favourite meal on the table, your pyjamas hanging by the fireplace so that they’re nice and warm for you, and Newt emerging from the bathroom with his sleeves rolled up and face flushed from pouring a nice hot bath for you
You raise your eyebrows at him in amusement, and he gives you a sheepish grin in response as he takes your coat and guides you to the table for your dinner
You looking after Newt
As adamant as Newt is that his creatures would never hurt a hair on his head, sometimes things just go wrong and he ends up with another nasty scar to add to his collection
On numerous occasions, you’ve been waiting in the apartment for your husband to finish seeing to his beloved creatures when you’ve heard a cry of pain echoing from the case
With your wand in your hand and your heart feeling as if it was somewhere in your throat, you hurry down into the case, grabbing the modest first aid kit from the shed before running off in search of Newt
Most recently, you found him practically right outside the shed with blood pouring from his arm and a guilty smile on his face
Not bothering to ask what happened, you help him out of the case and onto the couch, immediately beginning to treat his wounds
He watches with a guilty feeling in the pit of his stomach as you stitch up his arm and wipe away the blood without so much as flinching
“I’m sorry,” he whispers, reaching out with his uninjured arm and stroking your cheek clumsily as you crouch beside where he’s lying
You lean into his touch with a sad smile, before making him promise to be more careful
A/N: So that’s that done! I haven’t even seen the movie yet but I’m reading the book and an unhealthy amount of Newt x readers.
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