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rachelxjames:

IT was a literal scene straight out of one of those romcom movies she and Atrius watched. Of course the doctor would choose that exact moment to walk in. “Sorry doc.” Rachel replied, unfazed by the interruption. “I’m just glad to see you.” She whispered to Newt, her hand, which had let go of his, moving to cup his chin gently, guiding his mouth back to her own. Reaching up best she could, she tilted her head to deepen the kiss even more. Because despite him having just kissed her, she didn’t care enough about the doctor being in the room to stop kissing him one more time. Only this time she was beyond ready for it, her lips locking with his in a fiery yet soft kiss. She only pulled away when oxygen became necessary. And even then, despite being connected to the oxygen tubes, she couldn’t help but pull back to stare into his eyes. Breathing deeply, she made sure to keep the smile on her lips despite the tired look in her blue eyes. “I’ve been upgraded from fiancee to wife now, huh?” She teased lightly in a hushed voice, tangling her slender fingers through his dirty blonde locks. She didn’t know what to do now, either, and as she stared up at him, she couldn’t help but feel the weight of what had just happened settle in. There were still so many things left unsaid, but the scariest part of all of this was that she wanted, even in the slightest, to tell him everything. Every little thing, but she knew that doing so would scare him away… and that was something she really didn’t want. Leaning back onto the pillows, she moved her hand so it was holding his once more, her fingers sliding effortlessly between his. She stared at him for a moment longer before turning her attention to the doctor, her hand still resting in Newt’s, their joint hands sitting on his lap. “Did you have any news that you want to share? When can I go home?” She was eager to get the hell out of there, but even Rachel knew that it wouldn’t be that easy. Running her thumb across the back of Newt’s hand, despite her focus mostly being on the medical professional, she couldn’t help but let her gaze drift back to the handsome man sitting by her side.

Wasn’t that just Newt and Rachel’s luck, a doctor coming in at that exact moment to take they away from each other. However that didn’t seem to stop Rachel at all, and that god for that. His whole body drawing closer to her, chest to chest. Weird for the doctor maybe, but who really cared. And only once their lips had parted, and Newt had sucked in a deep breath, a cheeky grin pulled across his lips. “We should do that more often, like a lot more often” he said quietly to her with a light chuckle coming after his words. A slight flush of red coming across his cheeks at her teasing, thankful they were close enough it would be hard for her to see. “Something like that” he said softly to her, shifting back slightly though entirely not wanting too. He sat more, their hands returning together as he softly ran circles on her skin once more. Eyes switching between the doctor and back to her again, listening to the news the doctor delivered. Newt only hoped when she was released he’d be able to take her home, safe, healed and happy. As the doctor departed, Newt shaking his hand as a thank you as the man went, Newt turned his full attention back to Rachel. For a moment he just sat there, looking at her, wondering how she’d fallen just as fast for a man like him. Then again suppose she didn’t know all his demons, and perhaps she wouldn’t have if she did know. “I don’t know what you want to do now. But for me. I just to want to take you out for dinner next week, and make you breakfast in bed when you get out of her, and go out to a bar and probably not dance but maybe just be there with you.” he paused, a chuckle passing before his eyes turned softer. “I don’t know what you want to do now. But i’ll take anything”

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catemckenna:

Cate knew that her half-hearted attempt at steering Newt off Jackie’s scent would fail miserably. A part of her had hoped that him being literally beat would curb the man’s desire to protect her from things (and people) that she did not want or need protecting from; but mostly, she knew that the chances of that happening were slim to none. “Here,” the brunette said curtly, dropping an icepack and a package of painkillers onto his body as he lay slouched on the sofa, before placing a glass of water and her first aid kit on the coffee table. “Coffee’s brewing, bourbon’s where it always is, and before I make breakfast and deal with this—” She made a general motion toward the state of his face. “—I’m taking a fucking shower.” If she were talking to anyone other than Newt, Cate would have added that she had no desire to smell like expensive tequila (thank you body shots) and that man’s cologne for the rest of the day, but she had a feeling that comment wouldn’t go down too well with him given their shared history.

Emerging from the bathroom about ten minutes later, she made a beeline for her bedroom—almost tripping over her new and comically oversized bed that now took up most of the floor space—before grabbing her favourite light blue shirt (that she’d stolen from Jackie) and making her way into the kitchen. Newt was either already going to ask questions, or he was going to continue holding his tongue no matter what; either way, she figured that she might as well be comfortable. “What do you want on your waffles?” she asked casually, all the while pouring herself a drink and downing it instantly in an attempt to counteract the effects of her hangover. “I’ve got pretty much everything.”

A small grunt escaped his lips at the impact of the icepack and painkillers, Newt glancing up at his friend as she spoke. “Great” he said curtly, as if he hadn’t already smelt that all familiar smell on her. Like a tornado coming to shore, that among other things had his stomach in a knot. Watching her leave the room, Newt pressed the ice pack to his right eye, before resting up and unscrewing the painkillers with his free hand. Taking a few more than recommended, Newt tossed the bottle down on the coffee table, before rising to his feet. Like Nancy Drew on the case of finding out who the fuck this not important guy was, Newt limped his way around her apartment. A) What the fuck were all those post it notes on the fridge. B) Since when did Cate like flowers. C) Who’s awfully shit drawing was that? D) Why was there an abnormally large bed in her room? This didn’t exactly scream ‘he’s not that important’ to Newt.

As he pondering on all this, he poured a good lick of bourbon into his mug (and by good lick he means half the mug worth), before pouring the coffee on top. All he needed for a hangover really. “Pretty much everything huh?” he questioned, not even looking her way as his eyes continued to scan every inch of her place. “That’s new” he commented, adding it to his mental list titled ‘I will find you, and I will kill you’, all in search of finding this new terrible influence. “I’m good for whatever, just match mine with yours” he finally replied to her question casually, as he finally turned to her. New shirt, on the list. Sipping his coffee as he returned to the couch, he sat himself down calculating his next words carefully as if she wouldn’t see through them to the real meaning instantly. “Lots of new stuff? Having an early mid life crisis? Kinda thought you were fine just before”

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Heart eyes please

Jesus I hate to admit that this is difficult to choose only three, but here goes:

I love that Rachel is full of joy, and as fun as can be. Like seriously she’s hilarious, and she’s so willing to just let loose with me, do something stupid and childish for the hell of it. Everyday is an adventure.

She makes me comfortable, by just sitting beside me. Comfortable to be just as I am, with emotions and problems and hardships. I don’t have to be the Newt that can beat everyone and anything. I feel at peace with her.

She makes me want to be better. She’s so beautiful, so amazing. She makes me want to be a better man, to be everything she deserves because she is well beyond what I have ever deserved. To be the best person I can be by her side.

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seraphinadavis:

Sera was glad that Newt allowed her to help him. She knew how stubborn he was, knew he was too proud to let her help him even if he’d helped her more times than she could count. Directing him, she began the short walk back to her flat. “Uh huh, sure you are,” she muttered reflexively. “It’s just… Anniversary of the shooting, y’know. Always feels shit. Especially when I don’t feel any fucking closer.”

As they began the walk, Newt’s arm slung across her shoulders, although he’d allowed her to help he always tried to keep as much weight off her as possible. Maybe it was selfish, maybe the people who cared about him had enough going on right now without his bloody face, but he had no other options. Giving her shoulder a light squeeze in an attempt to comfort Sera, his look softened slightly. “How about when we get to your flat you run me through what you’ve got, fresh set of eyes and all that?”

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😍

Never have I gone to Cate’s apartment and she hasn’t had juiceboxes stocked for me. Like for real, 2am beat to hell and she’ll bring me a juice with a bright green straw and make everything better. She’s always looking out for me and the all important tiny cartons of juice. 

She’s a bloody good person. I’m not saying that Cate McKenna doesn’t have flaws, she has a lot. But we all do, at least she works on hers. I would never tell her, but when it comes to making a change in a self destructing life, I think she’s a pretty good person to model myself after. And i’m crazy proud of her.

She’s always been there. Since I met her smartarse in training, and she refused to take my constant shit talk. When we became friends, and ever since. Without even asking, she’s been there. Stalkerish maybe. But comforting, definitely. I know that i’ve always got someone watching my back ready to fight the world with me, and that’s something I hold close.

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rachelxjames:

Rachel didn’t know what she’d expected him to say in return, but it certainly wasn’t that. And even though it scared her, that didn’t wipe the smile from her face. It may have faded into a more serious, shocked expression, but the warmth in her gaze was still present. Biting her lip, she gently moved her hand to the back of his head. Given he was already half towering over her from where she lay on the bed, it wasn’t hard for her to tug him down  so he was practically on top of her, her forehead resting against his. “It’s not the medicine, handsome.” She sometimes wished it was, as that would make so much more sense than the intense amount of emotions that came along with how strongly she cared for him. She was scared because they had only met, what, a month ago? Two months ago? They had hung out several times, and more often than not they would end up in compromising positions, and yet somehow they hadn’t done so much as kiss. She’d kissed so many people since Sean left, it was ridiculous. And yet none of those kisses actually meant anything. But if Newt kissed her now, she honestly wouldn’t be mad. Lacing their fingers together, she couldn’t help but smile more as she stared up at him, feeling like an invisible weight had been lifted off of her chest. She wanted to say something else, anything, but she was, for once, at a complete loss of words when it came to him. Because now that the words were out there it was too late to take back the truth: Rachel had fallen for him, the boy who never dances, and damn had she fallen hard.

The silence wasn’t one of awkwardness or fear, despite what they had both just confessed too. It was almost a simultaneous moment of shock and awe to hear that the other felt the same. A moment to process that this was happening, just as it was. His arms came to steady himself either side of her as she pulled him down, gently he rested his forehead to hers, closing his eyes for the smallest of moments. Allowing the sense of her skin against his to truly wash over him, because they’d be close, hell first night they met they’d slept in each others arms. They’d done almost everything a couple would ever do, aside from kiss. Newt had kissed strangers, girls he didn’t even know the names of, but this was different. Never had he been happier that a girl at a club had asked him to dance. “I don’t know what this means, or what we even do now but I-” he paused, letting a slow breath escape his lips. And he took the chance, because he so very much wanted too. Slowly inching his chin downwards, his breath catching before their lips finally met. In a wave of everything good and right in the moment, he’d forgotten where they were, or what had happened in the past. Just the two of them, totally and entirely connected. He could have stayed in that moment with her for the rest of time, had a rough clearing of the throat not sounded and broken his haze. “Your wife is going to be just fine Mr Garvey, she doesn’t need CPR” the doctor joked from the door, as he proceeded to walk in and update her chart at the end of the bed. Newt chuckling silently to himself entirely embarrassed as he glanced over at the doctor giving him a sheepish grin.

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catemckenna:

Cate knew her best friend well enough to tell, without a shadow of a doubt, when he was holding back; when he was turning away from her on purpose in order to avoid a detailed examination of his life choices and their consequences. Equally, she could tell when he was keeping himself from levelling her with the same brand of admonishing tirade. And she wanted to call him out on it, more than anything, but even running into Newt in the state that she was in had revealed more than she wanted him to know, and so she had no choice but to leave the door for further scrutiny firmly closed. Even if it meant that they both lost out, in the end.

Then again, if she didn’t want him to know where she’d been the night before, she certainly didn’t want him to know where she’d been every other night that week, or the week before that. After all, the brunette highly doubted that he would be in any way more approving of Jackie than Juliette had been. “To be honest, no one you need to concern yourself with,” she replied as casually as possible as the two of them approached the door to her building, dropping her cigarette to the ground and putting it out while fishing her keys out of her purse. “He’s not that important.”

It was rare that they were both found in a compromising state, where neither could put the gloves on and take apart every little bit of the other and write a whole blown report for healing. It was rare that one or the other couldn’t lay in and tell their best friend they were being stupid and reckless and needed to stop. For a while it had been Cate, calling in the morning, needed a place to come down. And for a while it’d been Newt, beat to a pulp at her doorstep, choosing a home fix over the hospital. But if they were both in a darkened place, who was suppose to drag them out with brutal honesty and underlying love. Now what?

‘No one you need to concern yourself with’. In other words, someone he should most definitely be concerned about, and now was. Because if he wasn’t someone to worry about, Cate wouldn’t hide him. And now Newt grew more concerned about the state she was in, and despite the state of his own face he began to look further at hers. Looking for more, wanting to know more about what exactly she was getting herself into. Drugs again, just alcohol, another fuckboy that would emotionally destroy her. “Sure he isn’t” he deadpanned, stepping inside once Cate had gotten the door, and practically collapsing onto the couch once inside her apartment. If he was going to get answers anywhere, it may just be around this apartment, and once he got some painkillers into him you better believe he’d turn the place upside down to know more.

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😡😡

She is stubborn as hell. Which is fine, until it comes to what is best for her, and she won’t fucking listen to anything I say. She is so damn set in her ways, she refuses to budge. Drives me crazy when it comes to things that are terribly bad for her, but she refuses to admit it.

She sees through me like a fucking plain glass window. That pisses me off, because she’s literally the only person that can accurately call bullshit on everything I ever do.

I hate that she cares about me. Cares about me more than herself. That she’d run through fire for me, even though I chose to get burnt. That she worries about me instead of taking care of herself. I don’t deserve the care she gives, and I certainly don’t deserve it over her.

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rachelxjames:

Just like always, he was going to kill her with that damn puppy dog look. Closing her eyes, a pained smile fluttered on her lips. Of course she would be alright, she always was. That was the answer he wanted to hear–that she was going to be fine. And she wasn’t lying when she nodded her head slightly. “Yeah,” she opened her crystal blue eyes to gaze up at him. “Yeah, I’ll be alright.” She whispered softly, lacing her fingers through his on instinct. She hated that he made her heart skip a few beats in her chest just by calling her beautiful. Lifting her free arm, which unfortunately happened to be the same one connected to an IV, she ignored the tug of the wire as she raised her hand to his face. Gently cupping the side of his face, she smiled softly as she ran her thumb across his cheekbone. “Newt?” She whispered after awhile, her hand still holding the side of his face, her thumb tracing light patterns against his skin. She could feel the unspoken words caught in her throat, the meaning of them way too much for her to process alone. So maybe it made her selfish, but as she laid there she couldn’t help but feel like the only way to make things better would be to bring him in on this wild ride with her. “I really…I’m really glad you came.” She bit her lip, playing around with the words in her mind for a bit before deciding to ripoff the band aid. “I’m really glad you came, because I think I really like you. Actually I know I really like you, and that scares me to death.”

Somehow, alright and fine never seemed to be the right words. Because really were any of them really okay, life was never that simple right? But Newt wouldn’t say that it didn’t ease his heart a little bit to hear that physically she was going to be fine. He attempted to ignore the pulling of the IV, or the fact that they still sat in a hospital because she’d been hurt. Instead he focused on the feeling of her touch, the soft draw of her eyes lulling him into this peaceful place with her. His eyebrows furrowing in curiosity as his name slipped for her lips as if she was about to say something. But not just anything, something important, that had been held back, something that deeply mattered. Newt’s heart yearned for it be the same thing he so badly wanted to tell her but hadn’t dared to brave the truth yet. Never had he felt this way, and the only thing that could tear him down was to know that this same feeling didn’t sit with her. And he was about to reply to her statement, to say that there was nothing in the world that would have ever stopped him from coming. And then she spoke again and he couldn’t help but fall into this silence that could only be to process her words. Because though he longed for them, he hadn’t expected them. And it took him a moment or two to even break from his still expression, eyes coming back to meet hers. “I really hope it’s not the drugs talking. And I really hope this doesn’t scare you more, but I-” he paused, glancing to their hands a moment. Never had he been so openly honest with someone, so vulnerable, but how could he not tell her back, when he was just as scared as she was. “I kinda really like you too.”

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SEND ME A 😍 AND MY MUSE WILL TELL YOUR MUSE THREE THINGS THEY LOVE ABOUT THEM. SEND ME A 😡 AND MY MUSE WILL TELL YOUR MUSE THREE THINGS THEY HATE ABOUT THEM.

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rachelxjames:

When Rachel had been brought into the hospital, she hadn’t exactly considered the consequences of her actions…not had she fully processed the fact that Newt would most likely freak the bloody hell out and tear down every single person who got in his way of coming to her. Which was maybe not the best for him, as Rachel knew it could get him in trouble in the long run, but she also had a feeling that he was still smart enough to make it there in one piece. And maybe it was selfish of her to want to see him now, especially when she knew she probably looked like death warmed over, but that didn’t stop her from wanting him to hold her hand and call her beautiful and make the butterflies in her stomach flutter around like crazy. She’d been barely conscious by the time he actually arrived, entering the hospital room like a bloody tornado of anxiety and worry. And despite the lack of energy she had left, probably due to the fatigue caused by blood loss, Rachel James couldn’t help but smile faintly, her heavy lids blinking a couple times to take in the sight of the man who had obviously just ran all the way up to her room. “Hi, handsome.” She whispered, her voice hoarse, her throat dry and scratchy. She held out a hand, giving him a hopeful look with wide blue eyes, silently pleading for him to sit beside her. Because after the day she’d had, she couldn’t help but admit that the only thing she wanted now was to hug him. She knew his heart was most likely heavy from the anxiety and worry of not knowing if she was alright or not…but God, they weren’t even dating. They hadn’t even kissed. And yet somehow she cared about him immensely, and she knew that hearing that he was in the hospital would break her. She knew that she would stop everything to be by his side, which was why she couldn’t blame him for coming as fast as he did, and for the clear panic that had been evident on his face. And despite the seriousness of the situation, she couldn’t help the small smile still playing on her lips. “I’m sorry for bothering you.” She whispered, her eyes sad, her smile faltering just a bit as she realized that he probably did have plans that were more important than visiting her. She couldn’t ignore the siting of guilt in her chest, but she did her very best to push it aside to make room for him on the bed as best she could.

It was all he could do to just try and breath, dare he end up in the bed beside her after passing out from not enough oxygen. She was there, they were taking care of her. Of course she’d looked better, and he would have loved nothing more than to take her to dinner instead, but that wasn’t the situation. He was lucky enough to get to see her at all, and he wasn’t about to waste that at the door. Her voice soft, but pulled him straight from his haze, as his gaze lifted from the floor back to her. Pushing off the door, he made his way slowly, cautiously towards her, his hand gliding effortlessly into hers. His smile was genuine, perhaps a little sad, a little worried, but the same smile he always had when around her, when only around her. “Even in hospital you’re as beautiful as ever” he sad softly as he very gently lower himself down in the vacant space beside her on the bed, resting their joint hands on his lap. Newt almost didn’t want to look at her, almost didn’t want to admit that he was scared to death, scared of losing her despite knowing her for only a small amount of time. It was crazy right? Nobody cared that fiercely that fast, but he had. “You could never bother me. I’m just glad to see you’re alright” he admitted, thumb tracing soft circles upon the back of her hand. Newt would like to cover and say he was simply playing the part that had gotten him in there, but he wasn’t. The soft touches, the gentle words, that wasn’t to be helped. “You are alright?” he asked, finally his eyes moving from their hands to her eyes, pleading to hear that she was going to be just fine.

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catemckenna:

True to form, Cate simply rolled her eyes emphatically at his ridiculous comment, then rolled her eyes again at his stubborn insistence on getting up on his own; before sighing to herself when she inevitably picked up on the slight limp in his step, thinking that Newt must have been seriously kidding himself if he thought that even hungover, she wouldn’t notice. Taking her time to light a new cigarette, the brunette set off at a normal pace as she quickly caught up with him, still cursing the sun and still swinging her heels in her hand. It was the two of them at their best: both pretending not to be scared to death for each other, and both pretending even harder that they didn’t know that about each other.

Shrugging noncommittally, Cate kept her gaze fixed elsewhere—straight forward, on some distant tree a little to the right of the path they were taking, on the smoke swirling from the cigarette in her hand—while contemplating carefully what to say. “Since I was told that I eat like I live in a third world country,” she deadpanned, in the same whatever, c’est la vie manner that she always relayed information about her own life without ever including any actual, substantial details. Flicking ash onto the ground, she continued as they neared the exit from the park that was closest to her street, already longing for a hair of the dog and a hot shower. “Obviously, I didn’t go out and actually buy a fucking waffle iron myself. I’m not a housewife from a 50’s sitcom. It was a gift.”

He had to bite his tongue, he had to hold back all questions about why she walked around heels in hand, obviously hung over as hell at that hour. Part of him cursed the state he was in, because had he not looked like shit himself he could have grilled Cate for what she was doing. But he knew her well enough to be painfully aware that if he took that path he’d get a good look into his own fucked up decisions. Still he hoped this image wasn’t what he feared, that this didn’t mean a relapse. More than that, he hoped that Cate walking herself home in the morning wasn’t going to be a replacement to a call made to him. The only thing worse than going backwards, was daring to face it alone. Then again, this was Newt, like hell he was ever gonna let Cate fight any battles alone.

“You do tend to scoff your face, this is no secret” he commented as he kept his eyes scanning the area away from her. No need for her to get an even better up close look at his face than she really had too. “Do you know what’s worse than buying yourself a waffle iron?” he asked, watching his step as they merged with the street side wanderers. “Buying someone else a fucking waffle iron. Seriously, what sad muppet brought you a waffle iron?” he asked, fully expecting the answer to be that weird dude Cate coaches ice hockey with, he looked the type to buy someone a waffle iron. 

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✆ ✉ ☎ ⁇ # @ & % ツ ♀

Send “���” for a MORNING text. 

Newt: So good news and bad news.Newt: Good news, i’ll buy pancakes and coffee for breakfast.Newt: Bad news, I need a lift to the Laundromat that doesn’t ask questions about certain clothes covered in certain red substances.

Send “✉” for a text that WASN’T SENT. 

Newt: PleaseNewt: Please just tell me what you need me to do, because i’ll do it. I don’t know how to reach you Cate, I don’t know how to help you. And it’s killing me, because I know you’re hurting, I fucking see it yeah? But I can’t fix it without your help, because I don’t know how.Newt: I’m sorry Cate. You’re my family, and i’m sorry I don’t know how to save you.Newt: Because you deserve a life so much more than this. I want you to live happily ever after more than anyone. More than myself. I’m sorry Cate. Please come back.

Send “☎” for a RUSHED text. 

Newt: Raincheck on laser tag, i’m somehow in Edinburgh and i’ve been robbed. See you soon???????

Send “⁇” for a DRUNK text.

Newt: I miss yu.Newt: Srry I can’t hlp u. Sory I wasnt thre. Im spo sory.Newt: Bt im stil here.

Send “#” for a RANDOM text.

Newt: What’s Forest Gumps Facebook password.Newt: 1forest1Newt: haha fucking gotcha.

Send “@” for a SCARED text.

Newt: Please just tell me you’re okay. Just tell me you’re somewhere anywhere safe. I know you don’t want to hear from me, I don’t know you don’t want to talk to me. But please Caitlyn, it’s killing me wondering if you’re destroying yourself.Newt: Please stop this. We need you.

Send “&” for a LOVING text.

Newt: Hey kid, just an update. I’ve come out of the hospital for my redressing, wounds ain’t as bad, they’re clearing up, infection is gone.Newt: More important, thank you. Thanks for being there, thanks for caring for looking after me because I know i’m not easy to look after. Mostly thanks for always being there, and know i’ll always be there for you as well.Newt: You deserve nothing short of an amazing life.

Send “%” for a CURIOUS text.

Newt: So at you’re new bar, can I have a weekly solo act spot?Newt: No but really, tell me all about it.

Send “ツ” for an EXCITED text.

Newt: Fucking Dancing with the Stars is on man!Newt: Screw date night with book man, it’s freakin DWTS. Get your ass down here, the front door is open.Newt: It’s the tango!Newt: TANGO IS FIRST! HURRY UP! BRING THE DEAD WEIGHT IF YOU MUST.

Send “♀” for a HEARTBREAKING text.

Newt: I can’t come to Joe’s party, I don’t think you’ll see me all week. I know you won’t be happy, and I know you’ll try and find me but i’m nowhere you’ve never been. And I know it scares you, but this is all i’m good at. Fighting is all I can do, I need to hurt, to feel some sort of alive. Tell Joe i’m sorry, he’s a good guy. Tell Rachel I love her. Tell my family I never regretted it. But just take care of yourself yeah. I’ve loved every minute of this stupid crazy life with ya kid. Be good.

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seraphinadavis:

Sera rolled her eyes. “Uh huh, sure.” Newt could play dumb and confident, but Seraphina had known him for years. She’d seen below the cocky mask to the man who used to walk her home to make sure she was safe at night. He’d been barely older than a kid himself, only seven years older than her, but they both knew that their lives made you grow up fast. This act didn’t fool her. He stumbled away and she winced, darting in to catch his arm. “Let me help you. Please,” she said, the snarky edge disappearing from her voice. She sighed and nodded, wrapping her arm gently around him anyway to guide him to her place. “Huh? Yeah… I mean. It’s that time of year. I’m fine. Better than you at least.”

Newt would say he only let Seraphina help for her own comfort, that he was strong, well enough to handle this. Because if he couldn’t handle this, god help him when he planned to up his roster even more. Draping his arm across her shoulders for support on their way, he glanced her way once she spoke. Stiff lipped and eyes of concern, nodding his head softly. “I’m perfectly fine” he countered, physical pain might as well be his friend these days. “Do you want to talk about it?”

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ponyboy-exe:

“No, I save my big, messy lump hunts for the weekends,” he replied coolly as he handed Newt the promised water bottle and dropped his board on the grass. Ponyboy plopped himself next to his fellow gang member, looking him over. He really was a big, lumpy mess. Cuts and forming bruises seemed to have taken over him, which wasn’t too out of the ordinary for him, but Ponyboy couldn’t recall ever having seen him so freshly beaten. “I just came out for some easy cruisin’,” he told him. Ponyboy took out his pack of cigarettes and stuck one between his lips while he fished out a lighter. “What are you doing out?” He asked, offering Newt a cigarette by tilting the open pack towards him.

“Probably a solid plan, much more likely to catch a good snag on the filthy weekends my friend” he replied with a thankful smile as his hand wrapped around the drink bottle offered too him. Only to crack the lid and take a big long drag of the water, not actually realizing how much he needed it till it rolled down his throat. Resting his arms upon his bent knees casually, as if they were just two guys having a sit down in the park, nothing weird like blood or violence evident. “Aye that’s the way man” Newt nodded, before taking the cigarette offered to him a leaving a pause were he contemplated his answer. “Got off work late last night and the grass looked cosey so, opted for a lay down”

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catemckenna:

God, Cate hated this. She hated what he did to himself. She knew why he did it, and a part of her even understood why he did it, but she hated it all the same. Because she knew that a day would come when Newt Garvey would finally taunt the Grim Reaper one too many times, and the thought of that… That genuinely scared her. More than anything, the thought of having to walk the world alone—without her best friend, without her brother, without her platonic soulmate—made the deep-seated anxiety that lived permanently inside her chest surge with panic. It was the kind of thing that kept her up at night. That caused her to wake up suddenly, crying and gasping for breath, and desperately reeling from the same nightmare. One that involved losing him forever.

And she wanted nothing more than to tell him that. Wanted nothing more than to open her mouth and finally say: Stop. Please stop. Please stop killing yourself. But then he responded to her sarcasm with several jokes of his own, and any nerve that Cate had worked up to confront him dissipated, words dying on her lips. “I’m not taking you anywhere in public,” she replied plainly, flicking what remained of her cigarette into the grass and holding out her hand to help pull him up. "Not looking like that. But there’s coffee at my place, and I’ll even throw in a waffle or two, if you play nice.” After all, seeing as Jackie had bought that stupid waffle iron for her, she might as well use it.

Newt liked to believe that one day he wouldn’t have to fight, his family wouldn’t need the money and putting himself through the brutal battles wouldn’t be a requirement of his life anymore. But part of him was terrified that he’d never give it up, even if he could, he’d stay. That was something he’d never share with Cate, because among a handful of others, she wished he was already out of the game. And he’s far too painfully aware that one day the game may just kill him, that wasn’t a conversation Newt was looking to divulge in. Welcome to the sad truth of the friendship between Newt Garvey and Cate McKenna, they loved each other enough that they’d do anything to ensure the other had an amazing life, with all the riches they deserved. Here is the sadder part, they loved themselves so little, that they couldn’t break the self destructing chain that torn them apart daily.

“Why? Too handsome? I get it, that’s why a lot of people don’t want to hang out with me, can’t have a Greek god walking beside you taking your shine” he joked, because truthfully humor was his only defense when he was so clearly beat to hell. Ignoring the offered hand, Newt refused to look weak, he refused to need help. Standing up, Newt dusted himself down, more so to buy time to steady himself before having to walk. “Since when do you make waffles, and since when have I not heard of this?” he asked, setting off at a slow pace that was easier to conceal a slight limp in his walk. “Not complaining though, I fucking love waffles, little bourbon in my coffee i’m set for the entire day.”