Lighten Up

hey y'all it’s writing time!

i was warming up to get my stuff together so i wrote this super short newt x reader/y/n. if you want to see more pls lmk

“Come on, Greenie! Have a little fun! Lighten up!” You heard a vaguely familiar voice call from across the Glade. You ignored him and continued on your path to the Homestead. It’s not so much that you weren’t in the mood for the bonfire, which was apparently being thrown in your honor, but more so that you were tired of the stares. And cat calls.

You slammed your hands into the front door and it flew open with a small bang, startling the two boys standing at the foot of the stairs, chatting. Since you were the sole girl living in the Glade, without hesitation the leaders quickly gave you your own space in the Homestead; much to your fellow Glader’s chagrin. Without a word to either boy, you padded up the stairs and into your room, shutting the door behind you. Not even a minute later, there was a soft knock at the door.

“(Y/N)?” A familiar voice asked. You were sitting beside your bookshelf, sorting through a few of your favorites, ignoring the boy in the doorway. “I know you can hear me. I’m standing right here.” He opened the door the rest of the way without acknowledgement from you and sat beside you.

“Newt, if this visit is in regards to the bonfire, I am not interested.”

“Come on, (Y/N)! It’s supposed to be FUN. It’s supposed to be a celebration, in your honor!” He favored his bad leg.

“You know exactly what’s going to happen, the same thing that has been happening the entire week. Everyone is going to get drunk and make disgusting comments, catcall me, play grabass. They do it when they’re sober, I can’t imagine how they’re going to be drunk,” You stared out into the Glade.

“Alby’s giving those shanks a talking to as we speak, love. They are not gonna lay a finger anywhere near you.” He offered a half smile. You couldn’t help but smile back. Something about Newt’s aloof, small smile always brought a smile to your face, even if you didn’t want to. “There you go.” He muttered softly.

He stood up, offering his hand. You took it after a second’s hesitation and allowed him to lead you downstairs. You couldn’t help but blush at the prolonged contact.