#newt tmr
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.
Thomas: Look, Newt, if there was one thing that stood between you and happiness, don’t you think I would be there to help you get it? No matter how stupid it was.
Newt:You’re right, Thomas. If I was doing something stupid, you definitely would be involved.
Thomas: It’s time for plan B.
Newt: We have a plan B?
Thomas: No, but it’s time for one.
Thomas: I never make the same mistake twice.
Newt:He makes it four or five times. Just to be sure.
Newt:I still can’t believe you can take raw chunks of wood and turn them into functioning utensils.
Y/N:Well, I turned Gally into a functioning boyfriend, so, you know, sky’s the limit.
Minho: Live fast, die young, leave behind a pretty corpse. That’s what I always say.
Newt: You should say something else.
Newt: Look me in the eyes and tell me you don’t have feelings for Y/N.
Gally:*looking at Y/N across the glade* I don’t have feelings for her.
Newt: Gally, you are nowhere near my eyes.
Newt: Come on, we have to go.
Gally: I can’t move, Y/N is asleep on me.
Newt: Well… Just push her off.
Gally, baffled: Excuse me?
*watching Thomas do something stupid*
Newt: You want me to go yell at him?
Minho: Yes. Actually, yeah, that would be great.
Newt: Oh, no, no, no. I was just kidding. I never yell. Even when I’m mad. I just push it down really deep, and then I wake up in the middle of the night, panicked and sweaty for no reason.
Newt:Finally! Where have you two been?
Gally: We had to do some planning, and then we had to go check the weapons, and then some stuff happened.
Newt:Your shirt is inside out.
Y/N:Hence, the “stuff”.
Gally: *talking about Y/N* I know you think my judgement’s clouded because I like her a little.
Newt: You doodled your wedding invitation.
Gally: No, that’s our joint tombstone.
Newt: My mistake.
Thomas: We would just like to remind you of how much you care about us.
Minho: And how boring your life would be without us.
Newt:
Newt: What did you do?
you want me to believe in canon? the thing that killed all my comfort characters?
Newt knew he would follow Thomas anywhere… I’ll never be over this
Beautiful Girl
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I gasp, shooting up from the make shift bed I call home for the time being. I’m heaving, but no tears are falling. I look around myself frantically, but that’s when I see him. Newt. He’s stirring awake beside me. He’s okay. “Y/N? Are you alright?” He asks worriedly, sitting up. My breathing calms. “Yeah, I’m okay, sorry.” I whispered to him. “You sure?” He asked, grabbing the water bottle beside the bed and handing it to me. I nodded, drinking it, and laying down, Newt doing the same, and I cuddle into front, and he rests his arm around my waist. He looks so tired, he’s exhausted, and I feel a little bad for waking him up.
As he closes his eyes to go to sleep once again, I speak. “Do you ever get the feeling that…you’re trying to remember someone but, you just can’t?” I ask, looking up at him. “I wish I could say I do.” He said. I sighed. “My dreams are about you, you know?” He quirks a brow. “From before.” I say. “What were we like?” He asks. I clench the jacket he’s wearing between my fingers. “Just like we are now, somehow.” I say. “Almost like it was fate.” I add. He brings his hand from my waist to my face. “You are the most beautiful girl I’ve ever met.” He says, looking into my eyes. Gazing, even. “Kiss me.” I say. And he does as I ask, kissing me oh so lovingly. Passionate and sweet. All I could ever want.
It was supposed to be a short kiss and back to sleep, but that isn’t what happened. His hand slides from my face and under my shirt to my waist. “Newt,” I whisper. He hums. I pull away slightly and whisper, “I want you to make love to me.” I stated. His eyes widen a little, “But we’re both half asleep.” I shake my head, “I don’t care.” And that was all he needed. He then hovered over me, kissing me passionately. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and he ground into me. No roughly though, you have to remember, we’re both tired. We also have to keep quiet, because down the ‘hall’ is our friends who are peacefully sleeping.
He sits up, and pulls off his coat, and I take off my shirt. He kissed me again, and I run my hands under his shirt, he gets the memo, and takes it off. He connects our lips once again, and groans quietly in my mouth. I moan back as he grinds onto me. He pulls off my pants with ease, then leans back to take off his own. He hovers back over me, hands caressing down my sides. “God, you are so beautiful.” He says, breathlessly. I blush, and his lips are back on mine like clockwork. His hands slide down to the hem of my panties, and slowly pulls them down my legs. He discards them with the rest of our clothes, on the ground. “What did I do to deserve you?” He smiles, not really looking for an answer. I bring my hands to the hem of his boxers, “By being you.” I replied, before pulling them down and he kicks them off. He reaches over to his coat that lays limp on the floor, pulling a condom that we found in the mall weeks and weeks prior, from it and slips it on.
He looks at me, as if asking me if I’m ready without words, because none are needed, I trust him completely. With a nod, he slides into me slowly, and I gasp quietly, and he lets out a breath from his nose, burying his face into my neck. I bring one hand to grasp the hairs at the base of his neck while the other snakes under his to hold his shoulder. He thrusts slowly, but not too slow, it’s perfect. We moan quietly, almost whispers. Our breaths and occasional moans could only be heard by us. It doesn’t take us long for us to be almost there, we never have alone time anymore. He pulls his face from my neck and looks into my eyes. “I love you.” He says and my heart flutters. “I love you too.” I say. And before long we’re both over the edge, and the moment is over. And we put our clothes back on, and lay back down.
“What time is it?” I ask, cuddling into his side.He reached over to the ground to grab his picket watch, glancing at it before answering me. “Almost 2 am.” I don’t respond, I bring my arm to his waist from the inside of his coat, and he wraps his arm around me. We lay in silence for sometime, and when he’s sure I’m asleep he whispers, “I love you.” And cuddles further into me. And I whisper it back.
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I stood in front of the car door watching Newt hotwire it or whatever he was doing. We were waiting to leave to go save Minho, and I was tired. It was like two A.M. when Newt woke me up, and I’m exhausted.
“You alright?” Newt asked, noticing my drooping eyes. “I’m just tired.” I answered. “You can hop in the back, we’ll be driving long enough for you to get some sleep.” He said. He was sweet, always cared for me. I loved that about Newt. He always cared no matter what.
I just nodded before walking over to the backseat and getting in. Newt stopped messing with the car to walking away and coming back a minute later with blankets and a pillow for me. He even took it upon himself to sit down with me to tuck me in and make sure I was comfortable.
“You alright being back here, or do you want me to stay with you?” He asked me. “I’ll be fine, Thomas will be back here anyway.” “You sure?” He asked. I smiled, “I’m sure, you need to be up front with Fry so he knows where he’s going.” I answered. “Alright, sleep tight.” He said, leaning down to give me a sweet kiss. He then got out and leaned against the car waiting for Thomas, who would inevitably try and leave on his own.
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hey lovely mutuals here is a new quiz for you!
Which Newtmas quote are you? (movieverse)
it hurts right here in my meOW meOW
