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.
-He doesn’t talk about you generally. Not because he wants to hide it but because he’s a very personal guy. He likes to keep things close to his chest.
-Kirishima was the first to find out and was shocked. Shoji was dating an upper classmen?!
-Expect all of class 1A to press their faces to the window whenever you walk past during training. They aren’t trying to be rude. They just want to see if your good enough for the gentle giant.
-Practicly everyone approved when they saw you two interact. You were both so caring towards one another. And utterly terrifying on the battlefield.
-He likes to pick you up and carry you on his houlders, piggy back ride, or just sit you on his lap. It’s his way of telling ithers that you’re his and he loves you.
-He get’s so easily flustered whenever people tease him about you being older. Sure, it’s only a year or two difference.
-But they always makes jokes that he got lucky, that you’re ‘experienced in certain fields’.
-You put your foot down when you found out about the teasing. Literally. An older boy had been practicly bullying poor Shoji. Despite his height Shoji was far to shy to do anyhing.
-So you put your foot down. On the guys head. Through the wall.
-“Are you okay, Sho?” You questioned worriedly. The bully was already making a run for it. The dent in the wall a warning to anyone else who might bother you boyfriend.
-Shoji shakes his head, eyes scrunching slightly as he smiled beneath his mask.
-“No, i’m fine. Thank you, y/n.”
-“It’s okay to stand up for yourself, you know.”
-“Why, when i can be saved by a beautiful hero like you?” The sheer joy that radiated from him had your hear fluttering.
-Now it was your turn to be the flustered one for once.
Todoroki:
-Similair to Shoji he keeps the info about you two dating close to his chest. He doesn’t want to be crowded by everyone.
-Deku found out first when he saw you lisd Todoroki goodbye before class. Everyone found out a split second later when he pretty much yelled out “TODOROKI, YOU’RE DATING AN UPPER CLASSMEN?!”
-You’re not what class 1A expected you tk be. For one your far more sweet in persoanlity than Todoroki appears. It irks the hot and cold boy that his classmates don’t think you’re a perfect match.
-That is, until they saw you make him laugh and smile. That pretty much broke class 1A’s minds. Todoroki just laughed??? And smiled?? What is this dark magic?!
-Todoroki’s face was bright red for the rest of the day.
-He likes to hold your hand or lace his arm through yours. He finds it a gentlemanly way to show his affection. As well as not take up your personal space.
-He doesn’t quite understand why people tease him for having an older girlfriend. You’re only a year or two older than him. Why is that so odd?
-He can handle anyone who truly tries to bully him. However he can’t help but blush whenever you use his first name, or nickname for that matter.
-He stands waiting for you at UA’s front gate before class. You’re grinning when you see him. Waving as you approach.
-“Todo-kun!”
-He has to hide his face when he sees Bakugo and Kirishima not to far away. He’s certain they’ll tease but suprisingly they do nothing. If anything they looked scared. Which was no easy fete to scare Bakugo.
-He glances up to see you glaring daggers at the two boys. Your eyes glowing with a neon light.
-Oh, you had activated your quirk. No wonder they were scared.
-You took his hand in yours. Pressing a quick kiss to his lips as you both headed into the school.
-“Do you want to go to the movies tonight, Todo?” You hummed checking the time. Still five minutes before school started.
-“I don’t see why not. And Y/n?”
-“Yeah?”
-“I….Thank you, for defending my name.”
-“No problem!”
-He gave a shy smile. A rare one that was filled with the soft joy in his heart. Warmth flooded your chest as you tried to keep from grinning like a fool.
-How could your boyfriend be so absolutely handsome yet adorable at the same time?
Iida:
-He will treat you like royalty, his nickname for you being princess. He loves to dote on you. Though he’s a little awkward with physical affection.
-He does his best. He’ll hold your hand, take your and in his, and if he’s feeling brave he might even kiss your forehead.
-Iida had mentioned you quite a few times to his classmates. It’s just that nobody ever really listened to him. They just brushed it off as him rambling.
-That is until they actually see you both. You were helping him put up valentine days decorations in the cafeteria. Your levitation quirk allowing you to reach the ceiling and any place he couldn’t reach.
-Class 1A approved almost immediatly. You both seemed so happy to be together and Iida was actually more relaxed around you. It was a relief to most of his classmates.
-Although some of the other classes saw this as another reason to antagonize the poor boy.
-Iida never get’s upset when they tease him about your age difference. He makes a logical argument and easily beats them in a verbal match.
-However that doesn’t mean they let him get off easy. They keep pressing. Making innapropriate jokes just to watch him squirm. His face a bright red as he tries to defend you.
-That stopped after the day you found out.
-Two classmen from your homeroom had cornered Iida. Talking about how you wouldn’t be satisfied with someone like him.
-You gave a cheerful smile as you grabbed the two boys collars bashing their heads together with a loud ‘twack’.
-The boys slumped to the floor in a daze. Confused as to what had just happened.
-“Iida! I wanted to ask if you could walk me home. Jin’s doing tutoring today and i don’t want to go alone,” you frown ignoring the bullies as they gaze at you with a new found fear.
-“Of course, Y/n! I wouldn’t be a good hero if i didn’t assist you!” He declared. His hands moving to help express each syllable. You couldn’t help but giggle at his response.
-You looped your arm through his placing a quick kiss on his cheek.
-“Thanks, Iida.”
-“Anything for my princess,” he smiled cheerfully. Your heart fluttered as a faint blush tainted your cheeks.
This is such a cute concept! Thank you for the ask! ~Admin Catt
Trevor? Do you mean: literally the most protective brother ever? This man wouldn’t let anyone touch his baby sister. By the time they even decided to hurt them he’s got a whip and a sword at the ready.
Having said that, he’d tease the living shit outta them. No restraint. Trevor and only Trevor can tease his sister and only they can tease him back. It’s the classic sibling bond that every movie seems to have.
Two words: Hair ruffles. He loves it more than he’s willing to admit. There’s honestly nothing like Trevor “hugging” his sibling and ruffling their hair to the point of no comb saving them.
He travels with them after their home was destroyed. Trevor thought he had nothing left, when his sister was found though, he promised himself he’d never let them go through something like that ever again. They need each other more than anyone could ever know.
He’d train them to fight everything. Even though he’d protect them with his life, he wants them to know how to protect themself when he’s not around. Just in case though, just in case.
Although it is never spoken of, Trevor tries to swear less around his sister. He can’t really explain why but the one time when they did swear he felt 200% responsible. If he had an actual house he’d probably own a swear jar.
Whenever food is short, he’d always give the last bit of food to them. He says he doesn’t need it (even though he does), but deep down he’d much rather starve than see his sibling suffer.
He’s the kind of brother that will either relentlessly tease and play fight with his sister or offer them his socks and give them a piggy-back ride to the next town there is no in between.
When they met Sypha and Alucard, he made them swear an oath to never let his sibling get hurt. Alucard was reluctant at first but protective Trevor is… a very convincing and forward person.
Trevor honestly loves his sister with all of his heart. Whether they’re dragging one another out of the bar pissed, or sharing a blanket whilst hiding under a tree during a storm, he’d be damned if anything happened to them
Soulmate AU: You have matching tattoos in matching places on your body.
A/N: I’m going for it. I shouldn’t. I don’t know these characters at ALL but I’m gonna take a swing at it. If I do bad, please, please, please tell me so I can rewrite this at a later date. I combo’d the two requests because I figured maybe that would make life easier for me. We shall see.
You sank into your seat, eyes trained on his tattoo. The tattoo. It matched yours. Right there on his neck. Like yours. You were burning up, suddenly, when half your classmates noticed the same thing you did; their attention on you made you want to disappear into the floor. Oh god. They were going to get his attention! He was going to notice! Your hand had already pressed protectively against your neck, hiding the little butterfly against your palm.
Internally, you were screaming. Unable to focus on anything aside from the fact he was right there. Your soulmate. Right at the front of the classroom. His eyes never moved from a fixed point on the floor, despite the fact Aizawa had to quiet the soft squealing of your classmates, and their excited chatter. It was quiet enough you were sure he hadn’t heard them — or just hadn’t realized they were talking about him — but even so, you were about to have a heat stroke. This was not how you imagined this would go.
“Can— Can I be excused, please?” You interrupted whatever discussion was being had, too caught up in your own panic to pay attention. Surely Aizawa must have noticed your distress, because he agreed — which was very strange — and you practically sprinted from the room.
No religion has ever seemed to sit quite right with you, never really feeling like the perfect fit. Over time, you simply decided that there was no point in pursuing religions if none of them were for you, and you were quite content with that. At least that’s what you told yourself. It was frustrating that it meant so much to you.
A week ago however, whilst travelling, you came across a quaint little store, full of antique items and books. There was one that you had been drawn to far too heavily to ignore. There was something off about the leather and the pages, but you knew you had to get it. Once you had gotten it back to the room you were staying in, you spent some time looking through it, finding that it actually seemed to be some kind of text about long forgotten deities, and ways to gain their favour.
One of the deities captured your full attention, and you couldn’t help but think that they felt right. To your surprise and excitement, all the items that were required for gaining their attention and favour, were items that you had come upon and collected over the last few weeks of your travelling.
In what felt like no time at all, you had the harmless ritual set up. Something about all of this, felt like it was meant to happen, as if this is what had been nagging at you for so long.
Some part of you knew that it was strange that you could read a language that you had never seen before, but excitement and curiosity was quick to smother those thoughts.
Letting out a shuddering breath, you quietly worked through and completed the ritual, a small smile on your face as you did. Almost instantly, a strange energy rushed through the room, wrapping around you lovingly and relieving aches you hadn’t even been aware of. After a few moments, it slowly dissipated, and you sat there dazedly for a while, your mind still in a flurry.
A cold sensation on your wrist is what finally snapped you out of it, and you curiously lifted your hand. Wrapped around your wrist, was an elegant cuff, made out of a metal that shimmered too perfectly to be normal. Its surface was covered in intricate engravings and illustrations, some even holding other precious stones and metals, to truly define certain aspects.
What really drew your attention however, was the symbol of your new patron deity, lovingly engraved directly over your pulse.
Toad's Cave 