how many of you other hunties n huntresses were G A G G E D when you were a little bittie just watching cartoon network during christmas time and Grandma Got Run Over by A Reindeer came on? Cousin Mel really was THAT BITCH! Grinch who? Scrooge WHO? Cousin Mel was serving looks on looks on looks while trying to take down grandma and destroy christmas! like her fit is so iconic. that Harry Winston necklace paired with the signature Hermes white scarf and a cropped Gucci blouse? like who is this bitch? and don’t even get me STARTED on that vintage YSL blue coat with real mink blue fur trim on the collar and cuffs? like when will your fav? Miss Mel is a legend and that’s that on THAT!
Request : Hellooooo! I just had a random fluffy idea where Newt has to wear reading glasses but is embarrassed about them and doesn’t want his girlfriend (reader) to see him wearing them but one day she just walks into their room to see him with them on and he gets all blushy and embarrassed but she thinks they’re adorable? Love your writing btw :)
You had always loved helping Newt with his work, particularly when it came to his writing. Whether it be correcting his clumsy little mistakes in his paragraphs or simply just listening to the beautiful words he wrote.
Sunday nights would mostly consist of him reading a new chapter of his journal, as you peacefully cuddled close into him on the bed. Although neither of you weren’t doing anything extremely exciting, you always cherished the bonding time together. However these nights seemed to become more and more rare now, Newt making continuous excuses to go straight to sleep. No reading. No cuddling. Nothing.
You missed the sound of his soothing voice lulling you to sleep, finding your bed to be cold and lonely, missing Newt’s muscular arms wrapped around you.
Had you done something wrong? Maybe the spark in the relationship was dying…well on his end anyways. You didn’t understand it at all. In a desperate plea you decided you’d ask him to read you again, the sleepless nights taking a toll on you.
“Newt…Can you read your new chapter to me? Please, you haven’t read in so long?”, you begged with a longing look of hope in your eyes.
“E-em maybe not tonight love. I haven’t finished it yet..” Newt anxiously replied, his eyes completely averted your gaze. Shuffling slightly towards the other side of the bed, he turned his back towards you, leaving your side empty and cold. His sudden change of mood leaving you baffled. You knew darn well that Newt had told a lie, he finished the next chapter 2 weeks ago. Hurt washed over you as Newt looked sympathetically back towards your frame. Guilt crossing his features.
“Don’t worry darling I promise…soon” he moved slightly closer placing a gentle kiss on your forehead, although to you it felt empty.
In a way you felt silly. It was just a little light reading that’s all. You and Newt did other stuff, right?
Deep down though this little late night activity was special to you, sentimental even. If this was the first pillar to collapse in the relationship who knows what will go next.
Even though he was lying just across from you, he felt more distant than ever.
1 week Later
You boiled the kettle for the fifth time this morning, already filled to the brim with tea and wired with caffeine, you busied herself getting the cups and teabags ready. Another quick glance at the clock only seemed to confirm that time was slowing down.
You really didn’t know what to do with yourself. You normally helped Newt with his work but he had insisted he didn’t need your help. Feeling useless you pottered around the apartment, unsure of your purpose.
Borden slowly driving you insane you decided to check up on Newt, making your way quietly down the ladder and into his case. Maybe he’d want your help now? Or maybe not?
Newt was huddled in the corner of his messy study, furiously working on his journal. His hand scribbled at an uneasy pace, as words flowed from the tip of his pen. You took a moment to admire his adorable state of concentration.
Feeling a presence, Newt slowly lifted his gaze from his pages to your small frame. And that’s when you noticed it….
The black frame complimented his face and gazing at him now you noticed how professional and sexy he seemed. A sense of sophistication about him, yet utter adorableness at the same time.
Frozen in shock for a second he snapped out of his trance, quickly swiping the accessories from face. Consumed in his writing he had completely forgotten about the glasses until you had appeared, his secret becoming revealed.
“Y/N- love- I….” Newt’s cheeks became a dark shade of red, as he attempted to muster out words. Though looking deep into his eyes you saw how he was ashamed of the, his embarrassment radiating towards you.
“You never told me you wore glasses?”, you attempted to conceal the hurt in you voice. You thought you and Newt shared everything together? You know it was just a silly little secret but still you were upset he hadn’t told you.
“They’re horrible looking…” Newt mumbled shyly, still with a discontent look on his face, “I didn’t want you to see them”. Newt looked close to breaking point, his eyebrows furrowed in distress.
From the moment you met him, you never took Newt as the confident type, in fact it took him 6 months to show you the scars that littered his body. But the truth was you loved him whether he was dressed in his vintage blue coat, old worn cosy pyjamas, (or nothing at all but you wouldn’t admit that one…)
“Is this why you… Didn’t want me around”, you quietly whispered the last part, almost fearing Newt’s response.
“Y/N God no! I always want you around I- I just thought you wouldn’t like the glasses. That why I didn’t want to read at night”.
Walking towards him you gently took the glasses from his hand. Leaning closer towards his freckled face you places a soft kiss against his lips, savouring the taste you had missed for so long. A look of relief overwhelmed at your gesture, as a small smile took over his features.
Lifting the spectacles back up towards his face hovering a second, “I think..” You placed the glasses back on him, “you look even more handsome with them on, Mr Scamander”.
Newt directly stared at you, the way all women want to be looked at. His green eyes illuminating every piece of love he held for you. “Merlin I’m so lucky, you know that?” he softly whispered into your locks of hair.
“Newt I love you, every single part. Especially your flaws and little imperfections cause they make you different. They make you my Newt”.
“Thank you love” Newt softly whispered pulling you close. Finding comfort in his embrace he gave you the touch you had yearned for so long. Feeling protected in his muscular arms.
He didn’t need glasses to see you clearly loved him.
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