#oupsi

me : "yeah I want to watch The Other Zoey because there’s an actor that I love in it."

her : "oh, it’s the guy from Outer Banks, isn’t it?"

It's supposed to fit in my non magical modern AU (that said, there isn't much to change to make that fit into canon), before Newt and Tina are together.

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Newt tried to open a round metallic box, but it suddenly slipped from his hands, as if it had been alive. As in slow motion, the container fell on the ground, all its contents spreaded on the kitchen floor, staining the tiles with tea leaves.

“Bloody hell !” he muttered, before beginning to mumble, as he was looking for a broom. “Can you be bloody careful once Newt ? It’s not that bloody complicated to open a bloody box… I’m tired of you Newt, really… You should be able to make yourself tea without creating a storm in the kitchen…And not be such a failure.” He was almost crying over frustration, over despair at having wasted all his precious tea reserves, and over fatigue. Probably.

A door opened, revealing a feminine shape. Tina’s eyes were barely opened, as if her lids were protesting, manifesting, ordering her to go back to sleep. 

“Newt, ‘re you alright ?”

“Oh… I’m so sorry. Did I wake you up ?”

She softly smiled at him as an answer. “Is everything OK ? ‘re you hurt ?”

“Yes…all good… I just… messed everything up. As usual… But there is nothing to worry about. I’ll just have to buy tea in the morning, I guess. I’m so sorry I woke you up Tina.” He was rubbing the back of his head, looking sheepishly at the dirty floor. 

“Oh… that’s a chance that I actually bought some tea of yours a few days ago.” She opened a cupboard and stretched, her pajamas lifting up, revealing a bit of skin over her stomach. He hurried to look away, his cheeks abruptly burning. 

“I think it’s the right one ?”

A paper bag appeared in front of him. He took many precautions to open the bag and plunged his nose to smell the content. Straight away surrounded by the scent of orange blossom, he whispered. “You remembered… Thank you Tina.” He smiled at her, a golden sparkle in his eyes, and brushed her cheek with his lips. She was the one to blush, now. 

“What if I made that tea for you ? Does that sound great ? So you’ll tell me why you were up in the middle of the night.”

“It’s 5AM, not the…” She gave him a glare, making him stop his sentence. “Right. I couldn’t sleep, I’m up for hours already. I was working.” He kept the rest of his thoughts for himself, trying to avoid to incur her wrath again, even if he was endlessly spiraling. “And you’re right, I should sleep, or rest, or things won’t get pretty soon… As it always turns when I begin to lose my motor skills.” 

As Tina pushed him out of the kitchen space, he returned to his seat at the table, and got back to work… before being interrupted only a few seconds later, by her hand putting a bookmark inside the large volume that was in front of him.

“Certainly not Mister Scamander. We’ll have that tea together. But no work. I think that all of this proves to us that you need to rest. I’ve two free hours before I need to actually get ready for work. Do you want to watch that show we began last week ?” He looked at her, flabbergasted, then nodded imperceptibly. Then, as he began to grab the teapot, she stopped his move. “What about I take care of everything breakable today ? And you get us some pillows and plaids ?”