#newtie

[imjustagirlinthisworlddd]

"Just one more, please?"

Dom!Newt x Sub!Reader

summary : Newt is determined to pleasure you after a whole month but you're already begging for him to stop

warnings: this is pure smut, so please don't interact if you're a minor. you have been warned!!!

"newt, please, i can't do it anymore." you twitch as he overstimulated your core.

"you've done more, baby." newt pecked your tear-stained cheeks. "just one more, please?" he speed up his pace, trying to finish faster.

"i can't." you whine, sobbing out and curling your arms around his shoulders. "newtie, please." suddenly he speed up his pace even more faster and messily, making you turn into a moaning mess under him as you keep saying his name, begging for him to slow down.

suddenly he stopped his pace and pulled out, leaving just his tip inside of you.

"newt-"

"love, your making this so hard for me if you keep on calling my name so sweet like that" then he pushed his entire length inside you, his hips continue its fast rocking motion from before; determined to draw one last orgasm out of you.

"take a deep breathe, alright, angel? i promise you'll feel so much better later, hm?" he reasures you

"but-"

"just one more then we'll go do what ever you want, love" he added.

[xoxotommyxoxo]

Newt: I trust Thomas. Minho: You think he knows what he's doing? Newt: I wouldn't go that far.

[crazyhearttragedy]

Standing Up to Fear -Newt x Reader

You had always been the quiet one among the Gladers. You kept to yourself, never causing any trouble, and tried to live your life in the Maze as best as you could. However, lately, one of your fellow Gladers had started to bully you. He had always been a bit of a jerk, but it had never been this bad before. And because you were so shy, you had never spoken up for yourself. Until today.

You were sitting outside the Glade, trying to gather your thoughts when the Glader in question, Gally, approached you with a sneer on his face.

"Hey, Y/N," he said, leaning close to you. "What are you doing all by yourself?"

"Nothing, leave me alone," you muttered, trying to stand up and leave, but he grabbed your wrist.

"Come on, don't be like that," he said, tightening his grip. "I know you like me. Why don't we go somewhere private and have some fun?"

You felt your blood boil. You had never felt so angry and humiliated in your life. You wrenched your hand away from his and stood up to face him.

"You can't hurt me anymore," you said, your voice barely above a whisper. But it was enough to catch Newt's attention.

He had been walking past, and had stopped when he saw you and Gally. He had heard what you said, and could see that you were trembling with anger and fear. He approached you slowly and put an arm around your shoulder.

"Is there a problem?" he asked, looking at Gally with a warning in his eyes.

"No, man, no problem," Gally said, backing away. "I was just messing around."

Newt stayed with you until you had calmed down, and he made sure that Gally didn't come near you again. When you were alone, he took your hand in his and looked at you with tenderness.

"You were amazing," he said, his voice full of admiration. "I had no idea you had it in you."

You looked at him, feeling grateful and relieved. You knew that you would still have to face Gally and the other Gladers, but you also knew that you had someone on your side.

"Thank you, Newt," you said, feeling more confident than ever before. "For everything."

[miryum]

The Beer and Tea (Newt x Reader)

Requested by @the-bibliophile-public-library

Summary: Teresa and Thomas, and Y/n are siblings and live in aristocratic neighbourhood within a Victorian Home at the beginning of the century, Thomas invited his best friend from a law practice in London to meet Teresa, who he believed his best friend would fancy and foster a romantic relationship with, since she is an exemplar of a courteous, fashionable Victorian Woman. However, Newt lays eyes on Ellie, the youngest of the siblings, a vocal, independent woman who is going to put her parents to their deathbeds.

Warnings: Soft swearing, OOC sometimes, Minho is misogynistic at one point… 😬 some modern language, the author taking everything from Downton Abbey, period- appropriate misogyny, servants, disobedient child, courtship, a little misunderstanding, matchmaker Teresa if you squint, frustrating mum and dad, fluffy ending. I think that’s it…

“Thomas,” Lord L/n drawled from the end of the table. “Have you heard from your friend yet? The one from London? He works at a law firm, correct?” The older man’s eyes slid to his eldest daughter, Teresa.

“Yes,” Thomas nodded. “He’s coming up in three days, I believe. He said he’s excited to meet my sisters.”

“Why don’t you write back and say I’m eager to meet him as well.” Teresa said kindly. 

“Yes, and while you’re at it,” Y/n butted in, pulling out a hair pin that was pinching into her skull and letting it clatter to the table. “Can you see if he can bring up some of that fantastic tea? Or that Toad in the Hole dish from that one pub? Oh my lord, that was delicious last time we were there! Oh! What about their beer?!” Thomas snickered quietly.

The siblings’ mother gaped at her youngest. “Have I taught you nothing?!” The woman hissed loudly.

“What?” Y/n shrugged. “It’s not like anyone’s here. It’s just Gally, Chuck, Clint, and Jeff.” She indicated their butlers.

“That is no way for a lady to behave!” Lady L/n scolded. Y/n rolled her eyes, used to this speech. “Why can’t you take after your sister?” Teresa puffed up proudly, now under the scrutiny of their mother. 

“Yes, why don’t I?” Y/n pulled her lips into a thin smile. “And in the meantime, pigs can learn how to fly!” She falsely giggled, keeping up the charade. “Face it, mum,” Y/n’s voice dropped back to its normal octave and she slumped in her seat. “You already got one perfect daughter. Why’d you have to try for another? Now, if you’ll excuse me,” she pushed back her chair and grabbed her empty plate, “I’m going to head down to the kitchens.”

“No!” Lady L/n called after her. “You’re not excused!”

“What?” Y/n yelled loudly. “Can’t hear you! Sorry!” The girl trooped down to the kitchens, Chuck following after her, trying hard to keep a straight face.

“I’m so sorry, mother.” Teresa apologised for her sister. 

“Oh, dearest, it’s not your fault.” Lady L/n reached over to squeeze her daughter's hand. “Y/n simply gets… loud sometimes.” Her tired and frustrated expression said it all.

“Do try to keep her in line when Lord Newton comes.” Lord L/n warned, talking to his son.

Thomas smirked. “I’ll try my absolute hardest.”

**

“You always provide entertainment, Lady Y/n,” Chuck commented, following her down the stairs to the kitchens.

“Shut up.” Y/n groaned, shoving her fingers through her hair, disrupting the rest of the updo. “And it's just Y/n. I’ve told you that a thousand times.” Y/n threw the door open to the kitchen, alarming the rest of the servants. 

“Lady Y/n,” Sonya stood abruptly. 

“Oh, sit down.” Y/n waved her away. 

“My lady, what are you doing here?” Frypan took a pause from making dessert. 

“Frypan,” Y/n pouted comically. “I thought you knew of our tradition by now. Whenever there’s a family dinner, I say something hilarious and my family ridicules me for it. Then I come down here, have some sweets, gossip, then go to bed. Frypan, I thought you knew me better.”

“I expected you to come down later.” Fry went back to stirring batter. “I knew you were to come down and ‘gossip’ with us, Lady Y/n, but I thought you would last a little longer with your family.”

“Wow.” Y/n swung up to sit on a stool. “Harsh words from the cook.”

“True words from the cook.” Fry corrected. 

“Are you excited for Lord Newton to come?” Sonya asked Y/n, sitting down on the stool next to her.

“If he’s anything like her other suitors, then no.” Y/n grabbed a pitcher of lemonade and poured herself a glass.

“Let me-” Harriet sighed as Y/n stared her down, her cup of lemonade slowly spilling over. “Nevermind.” The head housekeeper huffed.

“I’ll get it.” Sonya started looking for a towel to wipe up Y/n’s mess.

“I can get it!” Y/n jumped up, grabbed a towel, and soaked up her spilled lemonade.

“Lady Y/n,” Sonya knew it was a lost cause.

“Just let her clean it up.” Brenda said. “What’s the worst that could happen?”

“All done!” Y/n looked proudly at her work. She then sat down and enjoyed her drink. 

Clint then came down the stairs, ushering to Chuck, “Come on, boy! Help us clean up.” Chuck and Clint hurried off upstairs. 

The kitchen lapsed into silence. The L/n’s were fortunate enough to live in a comfortable, spacious house and neighbourhood. With the title of lordship that Y/n’s father possessed, they had the money to employ a head housekeeper, Harriet, two ladies maids, Sonya and Brenda, a butler, Gally, three footmen, Chuck, Clint, and Jeff, a valet, Zart, a cook, Frypan, and a chauffeur, Winston. While not the largest staff, Lord L/n was cautious and specific about who he employed. Interviewing each employee carefully, he only let the most trusted into his house.

Lately, Lord L/n had been looking for a husband for his eldest daughter, Teresa, to marry off to. While there had already been a couple of suitors, the most recent being Lord Aris and Count Alby, Lady L/n hadn’t approved of them, saying although of their impressive wealth, they were too reckless for her daughter. 

Lord L/n expected his son, Thomas, to take over his law firm and had been training him in the skill ever since he was young. 

Although both parents had high expectations for their oldest and second- oldest, they had few for their youngest. While Lord L/n had readily accepted that Y/n was most likely going to lead a life as an old maid, Lady L/n had yet to give up. Pushing her youngest to behave the proper way that all young ladies should, she constantly pointed to Teresa to show Y/n all of what she was doing wrong. 

Y/n frequently ignored her mum. It was a quality she had practised and perfected early on. 

“Are you hoping for a suitor soon?” Harriet asked hesitantly. 

“Lord, no.” Y/n said immediately. “I don’t want a man who expects me to be a perfect little wife. I can’t do what my mum does. It’s just too… boring.” She looked down at her lemonade and muttered, “God, I wish this was alcohol.” 

“What if you found someone who let you do what you want?” Sonya asked. “Who loved you no matter what?”

“Well,” Y/n snorted. “That’s the dream. But it’ll never happen. None of the nobles were raised like that and dad sure as hell won’t let me marry beneath me.” The servants went quiet. Y/n, quickly realising her mistake, said, “oh, I’m so sorry! It just slipped out. I’m sorry!” She leaned over and hugged Sonya. “Trust me, I would marry any of you hotties in a heartbeat.” The tense air subsided, Frypan letting out a loud laugh. Sonya, Brenda, Winston, and Zart joined in, Harriet even letting out a chuckle.

“It’s quite alright, my Lady,” Sonya reassured. “You could never say something that offends us.”

“I’m hoping that you’re saying that as friends and not as an obligated employee.” Y/n mumbled. 

“As friends,” Sonya calmly said, running a hand over her Lady’s hair. “Now, let’s get you to bed.”

**

Y/n shifted uncomfortably in her dress, wanting to itch her leg. But she didn’t. Her mother was watching. 

Today was the day that Lord Newton was to arrive. Lord and Lady L/n stood in front, Thomas and Teresa next. Y/n stood awkwardly in the back, hoping Thomas and Teresa’s shadow was big enough to hide her. Next were the servants, Gally and Harriet leading the pack. Y/n wanted desperately to disappear into the background with Sonya, Brenda, and the rest of them. 

Soon, an automobile rattled up, making Chuck gape, “He’s got an automobile, too!”

“Shush, Chuck,” Gally reminded.

Lord Newton’s chauffeur jumped down and quickly opened the door. Lord Newton stepped out and nodded to his chauffeur. He was dressed in a three- piece suit and holding an ornate, obsidian cane. His cufflinks shone nicely and his shoes shined to perfection. His blond hair was fluffed up, although it didn’t seem like he had put too much effort into it. His brown eyes twinkled kindly and his smile was the purest Y/n had ever seen from a nobleman.

“At least he’s cute,” Y/n whispered not- so- quietly. Newton let out a light chuckle, indicating he had heard her. 

“Lord L/n,” Newton bowed to the older man.

“Lord Newton,” Y/n’s father bowed at the head. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“And you as well.” Newton stepped to Lady L/n and kissed her knuckles. “Lady L/n.”

“Lord Newton,” Lady L/n smiled brightly. “I’ve heard so many good things about you. I’m pleased to have you visit us at our home.”

“The pleasure is mine.” Y/n inwardly groaned at the pleasantries. It seemed as if whenever someone came to visit, the word “pleasant” was all that her parents knew. 

“Thomas!” Newton moved onto his friend and Thomas enthusiastically shook his hand. 

“Newt!” Thomas used a nickname that made Y/n like the visitor more. “Welcome! Glad to see you again. It’s even too long.”

“Couldn’t agree more!” Newt grinned. “We must talk about things happening at the firm. I would love to get your input.”

“Of course.”

“Lady Teresa,” Newt’s zeal was replaced with properness and admiration. Not adoration, but he still respected her and wished to cultivate a relationship. He kissed her hand. Newt then stopped in front of Y/n. “And you must be Lady Y/n.” Newt beamed. 

“My reputation precedes me.” Y/n smirked as he lowered his lips to her knuckles.

“Yes, indeed. In fact, I, uh, have a gift for you.” Newt looked down at his feet quickly before glancing up. “I must say I was surprised at your request but understand it fully. Your brother,” he gestured to Thomas, “informed me that you enjoy a London pub- specifically a certain dish. I brought the ingredients for Toad in a Hole, so unfortunately your cook will have to prepare it, but I also brought a gallon of our finest beer and tea. I can say that our tastes are very similar.” His lips quirked up.

Y/n’s mouth dropped open. Newt looked worried as if he had misread Thomas’s letter and now disrespected a proper, fine young lady. Instead, Y/n let out a squeal. “Oh, thank you, thank you! Thomas, I can’t believe you actually told him! I’ll have Frypan get on that right away and we can have a feast tonight! Thank you! I’m going to hug you now.” 

“Oh. O-Okay.” Newt’s face erupted into bright red colours. Y/n flung her arms around him and squeezed tightly. Slowly, Newt hugged her back. 

Y/n then gasped and broke the hug. “Your chauffeur can’t lift that all by himself. Clint? Jeff? Could you go help the man?” Clint and Jeff nodded and broke the line, walking over to Newt’s chauffeur. “And Brenda? Could you please go down to Frypan and inform him of the change in the menu? If he protests, because I’m sure he will- he’s Frypan, tell him I’m deeply sorry but I’ve gone too long without this fabulous beer. And if he protests some more, tell him to try some and then he’ll understand.” Brenda nodded, barely concealing a smile, and rushed down to the kitchens. “Thank you.” Y/n said sincerely to Newt, a hand still on his shoulder.

“It isn’t a big deal,” Newt shook his head. 

“But it is. You’ve made a girl very very happy.” Y/n clutched his hand. “And probably very hungover tomorrow morning.” Newt let out a bubbling laugh then pressed his lips together as if he was surprised at his outburst. “You have a nice laugh,” Y/n said, making the poor boy blush even more. 

“Lord Newton,” Y/n’s father took the boy from Y/n’s grip and steered him into the house. “How was your trip?”

Once they were out of earshot, Lady L/n turned to the girl. “Y/n!” She cried, “why were you smothering the boy?! Leave him be! He’s here for your sister; don’t force his attention on you.”

“I’m simply happy, mum.” Y/n countered. “Is that a crime?”

“As you should be.” Thomas said under his breath. “That beer is good.”

“Told you!” Y/n cried after her mum and Teresa as they sashayed inside. 

Y/n grumbled some choice words as Thomas came up to her and hooked an arm around her shoulders. “Buck up, buttercup,” he reassured his sister. “They’ll come around.”

“No, they won’t. I’ll always be the black sheep of the family.” Y/n crossed her arms.

Thomas jokingly pinched her cheek. “It seems like you and Newt got along splendidly.”

“Shut up. He’s here for primp- and- preen Teresa. Don’t get my hopes up about a cute blond.” 

“So you admit he’s cute?” 

“Obviously. It’s whether or not he can hold his alcohol that matters.”

Thomas laughed. “And I can vouch that he’s a good guy. Last time I visited he had a meeting with a woman about promoting her status at the bank. He’s very courteous and sees women as absolute equals.”

“So like dad?” Y/n said dryly.

Thomas sighed heavily. “Just get inside.” 

**

Dinner was the best one Y/n had had in a while- even with Frypan’s fantastic cooking. Y/n groaned, eating bite after bite. Teresa purses her lips, muttering, “Don’t eat like a pig. A lady must watch what she eats.”

Y/n snorted and replied, “Uh, yeah. You go do that. I’m gonna be over here actually enjoying my food.”

Newt tried to disguise his laugh as a cough, smiling widely at Y/n. 

“Newt,” Y/n started, ignoring all forms of chivalry and addressing him by a nickname. “You’re a lawyer, right? Tell me about the last big case you had.”

“Um, well,” Newt looked startled from being put on the spot by the youngest sibling. Shyly, he said, “I helped a woman get out of an abusive relationship. The husband was beating and cheating on her and we finally had a breakthrough when we convinced a prostitute to testify against him.” 

Lady L/n looked taken aback, not used to this conversation at her dinner table. Teresa looked disturbed and Lord L/n frustrated. However, Thomas and Y/n looked intrigued.

“So you were the prosecutor?” Y/n asked. 

“Yes, I was!” Newt seemed delightfully surprised that Y/n knew of the term. “A friend of mine was actually hired for the defence. It was quite awkward- debunking a close mate of yours, but he didn’t seem mad.”

“Fascinating.” Y/n muttered. “And have you dealt with any murder cases?”

Lady L/n gasped. “Y/n! We do not speak of such a thing! Especially during dinner.” Y/n frowned and looked down at her plate. “I don’t want you ever speaking of that again. How do such thoughts even come to your head?”

Y/n didn’t answer, instead taking a swig of beer. Thomas caught Newt gazing at his youngest sister, a small smile on the visitor’s lips. Thomas then glanced over to Teresa who was gnawing her lip between her teeth. He turned to his father and whispered, “Father, may I talk to you later, along with Newton?”

“Certainly.” Lord L/n nodded. “In fact, I was going to have him for cigars after dinner.”

“Wonderful. But how about after the ladies have gone to bed?”

Lord L/n puzzled. “May I ask why all the secrecy?”

“No, you may not.” Thomas said coyly, earning a chuckle from his father.

“Alright then.”

**

Y/n knocked on Newt’s door. Her foot tapped nervously. This was completely out of character for her. Usually, when suitors of Teresa came, Y/n made a point of staying as far away as possible. 

“Come in,” Newt called through the door. He blushed heavily when he saw the nightgown- clad girl hurry through. “Um, I’m sorry,” he stuttered out, “you’re a lovely girl, but I only just met you. Have I been sending the wrong-”

“What?!” Y/n said loudly. She hurriedly dropped her volume. “God, no. That’s not what- oh, really?! Ew. That’s what you thought-” she buried her head in her hands. “No, no. I’m just here to ask you a question.”

“Oh.” Newt coughed loudly. “I am so sorry for assuming-” 

“We don’t need to talk about it anymore.” Y/n cut him off. “Though I’m glad you think I’m a lovely girl.” She let out a light chuckle. Newt ran a hand through his hair.

“What was your question?” Newt sat down in a plush chair. Y/n hopped up onto his bed. Newt blinked twice.

“I want to know if you’ve ever been involved in a murder case.” Y/n stated clearly, still pissed at her mother from before. 

“Yeah, I was, actually. Sorry I didn’t answer you during dinner, but there was the murder of a policeman back in December of 1900. Barnet Abrahamns was charged for it. I was on the prosecution team.”

“Really? I read about that!” Y/n’s eyes grew wide. “Can you tell me about it?”

“Sure.” Newt went on to discuss the details of the case. Y/n listened intently, asking questions at all the right parts. At one point, she brought up an inconsistency in Abrahamns’s story, something that Newt hadn’t caught. He paused and whispered, “yes,” before writing something down. “You’re absolutely correct.” He stared at Y/n, stunned, yet a grin growing. “I’ll have to bring this to the attention of my mates. I would like to pick your mind for the case I’m working on now.” Y/n beamed. 

After forty minutes or so, Newt's storytelling was interrupted by a knock. Y/n whispered a curse as the door creaked open. Clint poked his head in and reeled back at the sight of Y/n on the bed. 

“Hello Clint!” Y/n chirped, voice wavering slightly, the only indication of anxiety. 

“Uh,” Clint remembered his place and straightened. “Lord L/n is requesting your presence downstairs in the drawing room, Lord Newton.” 

“At this time? Alright, let me fetch my evening wear.” Newt sat up in his chair. 

“Oh, no,” Clint said, “he wishes you no discomfort. Come as you are.”

Newt hummed, yet nodded. He stood, looking tired and in discomfort, just wanting to go to sleep. Slowly, he moved over to his cane, his limp seeming more prominent. Y/n’s brows pinched and she rushed over to help him. “Thank you, love.” Newt mumbled as she gave him his cane. 

“I’m going to go.” Y/n said, “Goodnight.” 

“Goodnight,” Newt replied, “It was nice talking to you. I appreciated your insight and questions.” 

“I enjoyed your company as well.” Y/n dropped into a short curtsy, formalities flooding her head now that Clint was there. Quickly exiting, whispering a, “pardon me,” to Clint, Y/n left. 

Newt gazed after her. “Lord Newton?” Clint interrupted his thoughts. 

“She has a brilliant mind, does she not?” Newt muttered, almost to himself. 

“Yes, she makes an effort to come up with solutions to problems we have downstairs.” 

“She participates with you?” Newt asked. “She goes downstairs and talks on a regular basis?” 

“Yes,” Clint said slowly, unsure if he should be sharing this information. “She frequently visits. Just yesterday she was downstairs talking away as our cook was working. She calls us her friends. Even as we’re working, she follows us around, asking about our days. She wants our advice on certain things, such as her relationships.” 

“Relationships?” Newt pressed the footman. 

“I’m not entirely sure I should be telling you about this,” Clint gulped. 

“I won’t utter a word,” Newt promised, feeling as if he was back in boarding school, asking about a girl he crushed on. 

“Her relationships with the Lady.” Clint clarified, “They don’t see eye to eye on things. Lady Y/n has always been… more outspoken than her mother and sister. They constantly try to correct her errors, but she waves them off. It’s nice to work for someone who speaks up for you and cares about your life.”

“Yes, I can imagine,” Newt said. “But she’s currently not being courted?” 

“No,” Clint shook his head. “Her mother hasn’t made any effort to find her a suitor. Though I dare say Y/n prefers it like that. No one would be able to handle her… opinions and eccentricities.” 

“Eccentricities?” Newt chuckled, “No, they’re not eccentricities. They’re her thoughts and beliefs. They’re her voice and they deserve to be spoken.”

“You’re the first who’s ever thought that,” Clint said. “But I don’t want to keep Lord L/n waiting.” 

“Of course,” Newt nodded. “Silly me.” He headed out the door. 

“However,” Clint whispered as he was walking by, “Lady Y/n commonly visits the library if she’s not with us.” 

“Thank you for the information.” Newt glanced at the footman. “I’ll keep it in mind.”

Newt was slow to walk down the stairway, but once he made it to the drawing room, he found Lord L/n and Thomas sitting there, each enjoying a cigar. 

“Lord L/n,” Newt dropped into a bow. 

“Lord Newton,” Lord L/n stood and bowed as well. 

“You wanted to speak with me, sir?” Newt sat next to Thomas. 

“Yes.” Lord L/n said, “Concerning my daughter.” 

“Lady Y/n?” Newt seemed puzzled. 

“No…” Lord L/n paused. “My daughter, Teresa.” Thomas shot his father a telling glance. “I’m sure Thomas wrote to you about our desire to have Teresa marry soon. She’s had suitors in the past, but my wife shoos them away as they’re not good enough for our daughter. However, I’ve heard excellent things about you.” Newt swallowed. Lord L/n continued, “You’re a partner in a law firm, an admirable profession with a good, steady income. You come from a nice family and title. My wife and I have discussed and we would be accepting if you were to court our daughter.” The older man spoke very frankly.

“And have you talked to Teresa about her wishes?” Newt asked. 

“She’s shown an interest in you, yes.” Lord L/n cleverly evaded the question. 

“But what I brought up to father,” Thomas butted in, “is your immediate friendship with Y/n. You two seemed to get along splendidly. As we know, Y/n is a bit different in nature, and a friendship such as yours seems to come along once in a lifetime. I brought up the potential of a courtship to her.” 

“I’m sorry,” Newt shook his head. “But I’ve only met the ladies today.” 

“That’s precisely why we’re wondering if you would like to extend your stay.” Lord L/n said, leaving little room for argument. 

Newt stared at the man. “I accept your offer,” he said slowly.

“Wonderful,” Lord L/n clasped his hands. “I’m sorry for bothering you so late at night, but I didn’t want any prying ears.”

Newt said, “I understand.” He quickly exited only to be greeted by the sight of Y/n on the other side of the door. Y/n’s face was stoic and showed no emotion. “Lady Y/n,” he hesitantly started. 

“Ah, yes,” Y/n chuckled dryly. “Choose between one of his daughters. Come visit our estate just to choose which daughter to marry. Come and see the lovely firstborn daughter- the epitome of all perfection and come to laugh at the lastborn. The one ‘different in nature’. The one who drinks beer and finds interest in murder cases. Doesn’t matter what the girls want. Just choose one to court.” She turned away. “I kick myself for thinking you were different. Like you actually wanted to hear my thoughts. Idiotic.” 

“Y/n-” Newt started after her. 

“That’s Lady Y/n to you.” Y/n whipped around, glaring harshly at him. “Goodnight.” 

“I want to talk to you!” Newt exclaimed. “Please!” 

“Goodnight.” Y/n reiterated. 

**

The next week went by agonisingly slow for Y/n. She busied herself by reading up on court cases in the library and forcing Frypan to let her help in the kitchen. She was hardly seen at dinner, claiming the flu. She didn’t need to see Newt choose Teresa. Y/n would tug on the relief of trousers and take a walk in the garden, free from any social classes. 

Her freedom could only last so long, however, when Sonya came knocking on her door one day when Y/n was lounging on her bed, reading a book. “Lady Y/n?” She said, “I’ve been told to inform you that a friend of Lord Thomas and Lord Newton is coming to visit. A one Lord Minho.” 

“I’m sorry,” Y/n drew out her words, “but isn’t one egotistical, pretentious visitor enough for one household?” 

“I think you should give Lord Newton another chance.” Sonya chose her words carefully as she sat delicately next to Y/n, “He’s come downstairs to the kitchens a couple times to compliment Frypan’s cooking. And to look for you. I’ve seen him in the library asking Jeff which books you like to read the most. He’s a very courteous guest, giving his chauffeur time off to play cards with us.” 

“Don’t butter him up,” Y/n waved her away. “He’s just like the rest of them.” 

Sonya was silent for a moment before bursting out, “Clint told me about your interaction!” 

“What?” 

“You were in Lord Newton’s room after dark! Clint said- he said that you two were talking. And then, after you left, Lord Newton asked about you and your suitors.” Sonya clapped a hand over her mouth. 

“Clint told you?!” Y/n’s mouth fell open. “I told him not to! And what suitors was Newt asking about?” 

“That’s just it,” Sonya leaned forward with her bit of gossip, “he asked about your kindness towards us and corrected Clint’s choice of words. Lord Newton said that your ideas and beliefs are important and need to be heard.”

“He said that?” 

“Yes!” Sonya nodded enthusiastically. “He doesn’t think you’re just another to be courted. He doesn’t believe you to be below him. Lord Newton wants to talk to you and discuss important matters with you. He’s fascinated by you! And Chuck told me that he adored your dinner conversation.” 

“The one where I was drinking beer and talking about murder?” Y/n was sceptical.

“Yes!” Sonya looked delighted. “He likes you! Chuck said his eyes were practically hearts! Go and talk to him, please. If not for your sake, then for my sake.” Sonya paused for a moment before saying, “We want to see you happy.” 

“And I thank you for your concern.” Y/n’s smile was tired and soft. “But all of this is simply hearsay.” 

“I’m sorry?” Sonya furrowed her brows. “Hearsay?” 

“It’s a court objection that means you heard it from someone else,” Y/n explained. “You weren’t actually there and don’t know what was truly discussed.” 

“Then ask Chuck and Clint and they’ll tell you!” Sonya urged. 

“But matters of the heart are more difficult than matters of the court. Lord Newton might’ve meant something completely different and Clint and Chuck simply took it the wrong way.” 

Sonya’s eyes lit up. “So you admit you have feelings for him!” 

“When did I ever say that?” 

“You said ‘matters of the heart’. That means you care about him.” Sonya was triumphant. 

Y/n protested, “I’ve only known the man for a couple days! It’s insane to think that one could have feelings for another within the span of a few hours.” 

“Then let it be more hours! Go find Lord Newton and talk to him! Unravel your feelings and figure out how you actually feel about him.” 

“But why is Lord Minho visiting?” Y/n asked, smoothly changing subjects.

Sonya sighed. “I overheard the Lord and Lady discussing how perhaps a second suitor for Teresa would urge her to make a decision faster.” Sonya glanced around hesitantly.

“Sonya, what aren’t you telling me?” 

After a minute, Sonya confided. “The one that Teresa doesn’t pick, they hope to marry to you.”

Y/n flopped back onto her bed, groaning. “Why do they always have to meddle in my life?! They’re just so… frustrating!” She struggled for words, her anger making it difficult to get a full sentence out.

“They’re doing what they know,” Sonya tried to reason with her. “Your mother and father were engaged by the time they were your age.”

“Oh, shush.” Y/n threw a pillow at the lady maid. Sonya squealed and quickly threw it back. 

Y/n playfully stuck her tongue out as Somya muttered, “This is not proper.”

“Screw properness.” Y/n replied. “I’m in damn trousers, for goodness sake! If mother saw me now.” She trailed off, shaking her head.

Someone knocked on the door. Y/n’s eyes grew wide and she stage- whispered, “I’ve called the Devil to us!” Sonya held back a giggle as she quickly stood. Y/n stayed laying on the bed and called out, “Come in.”

Not to any surprise of Sonya, Lord Newton was the one to enter the room. Y/n grumbled, “This day keeps getting better and better.” Newt stood awkwardly in the middle of the room. Y/n, with a false tone, wondered aloud, “And to what do we owe this pleasure?”

“Lady Teresa sent me to inform you that Lord Minho has arrived early and is currently fifteen minutes out.” Newt said formally.

Sonya’s eyes grew frantically large. “Oh Lord,” she murmured. “My Lady! We must get you dressed!” 

Y/n ignored her and stared inquisitively at Newt. “I’m sorry, Lady Teresa sent you to talk to me?”

“That’s correct.”

“Why would my perfect sister send you, a Lord, to tell me this?” Y/n questioned. “Why would she want us alone?”

“I haven’t a clue,” Newt admitted. “Although, we're not alone.” He indicated Sonya who was currently rifling through Y/n’s closet for a dress. 

“Teresa doesn’t know that,” Y/n pointed out. 

“Your footman, Jeff, was in the room with us.” Newt told her. “I don’t know why she didn’t send him.”

Y/n hummed, glaring at the Lord. “Fine.” She called over to Sonya, “but I am not wearing a dress.”

“Aren’t you wearing one right now?” Newt cut his question off as Y/n stood, revealing her trousers.

“Never seen a lady in pants before?” Y/n chuckled at his stunned face.

“I have not,” Newt quickly recovered, smirking. “Though I must say, I haven’t seen a lady so beautiful as yourself in them.”

Y/n chuckled, saying, “Nice save.”

“Lady Y/n,” Sonya interrupted. “The Lord and Lady will be upset with you if you’re not downstairs in five minutes and in a dress.”

“I’m sorry, Sonya, but when have I ever cared about my parents' judgments? Why would today be any different?” Y/n leaned closer to Sonya. “And please have Jeff confirm Lord Newton’s story.” Sonya nodded.

Y/n started out the door before Newt called out, “May I escort the lady downstairs?” 

Y/n turned and after careful consideration and a glance to Sonya (who was nodding eagerly), cautiously agreed. Grinning, Newt offered his arm to Y/n, who took it. 

“What’s Lord Minho like?” Y/n asking, grasping for conversation. 

Newt laughed before saying, “The first thing I’ll say is that he’s very fashionable. He takes clothing and hair in high regard.”

Y/n hissed a breath in. “Then we’re going to have some problems.” She looked down at her clothes.

“Minho is a fun lad to be out with,” Newt continued, chuckling at Y/n’s comment. “He’s pretty sarcastic but always makes you laugh. Though, I will warn you, he leans towards your fathers beliefs rather than mine.”

Y/n frowned. “Hm. I’m not sure I like that. He may have to be taken down a peg or two.”

“I would love to see you try.”

“Oh, you’ll see it.” Y/n promised, “You’ll see it.”

**

Sitting in the drawing room, Y/n was staring down Lord Minho. Dinner had come and gone, Newt sitting next to Y/n. Whenever Minho said something misogynistic, Newt would glance over at Y/n and smile reassuringly. Y/n had held in her retorts for the majority of dinner, much to the relief and surprise of her parents. When dinner had ended, Newt had given Y/n’s hand a squeeze. Y/n had glanced over at him suspiciously, not used to this type of physical touch, before whispering, “I’m not sure how much more I can take.”

“You’re doing wonderfully, love,” Newt had responded quietly.

Now, Teresa sat next to Y/n and Newt next to Thomas and Minho. Lord and Lady L/n sat comfortably and the footmen stood around the room.

“Lord Minho,” Teresa started, “you work with Lord Newton at the law firm, correct? Did you help him with his most recent case?”

“The woman trying to get out of her marriage?” Minho asked.

“Precisely,” Teresa said.

“Yes, I was the defence for the poor man.” Minho took a swig of his brandy and Y/n took this time to butt in.

“The poor man?” Y/n asked. “You pity the husband?” 

“Why yes,” Minho confirmed. “The wife was completely out of line. She wasn’t good enough for him so he did what was needed. Women need to be reserved and shouldn’t voice their opinion. It’s unbecoming.” He shivered dramaturgically. 

Newt immediately looked at Y/n. As did Thomas. And Teresa. And Gally, Chuck, Jeff, and Clint. She was pinching her nose between her thumb and forefinger.

“Dear sister,” Thomas inquired, “what’s the matter? Is your headache coming back on?”

“No, brother,” Y/n sighed heavily. “It’s my ears. I seem to be getting an infection from Lord Minho’s senile and simpleton opinions.”

Chuck coughed loudly, poorly disguising a laugh. Teresa slapped a hand over her mouth to cover her smile. Minho’s mouth fell open and his face turned red, flustered. Lady L/n gasped dramatically. 

Newt melted. He grinned widely and gazed at her lovingly. He’d never met someone who told his friends off for being stupid. He’d never met a girl who wasn’t afraid of voicing her opinions and what others thought of her. He’d never met someone who challenged him or saw things he didn’t see. He’d never met a girl who wore trousers! And yet, he’d never felt the way he did when he was looking at Lady Y/n. Was this affection that he was feeling? Was it love? All Newt knew is that he desperately wanted to court her.

“Lord and Lady L/n,” Newt abruptly spoke, standing to face the nobles. “I was wondering if you would give me the absolute gift of being able to court your daughter, Lady Y/n.”

Lady L/n’s eyes grew wide. “Are you sure?” She asked. “Not Lady Teresa? You didn’t misspeak?”

“I’m positive I didn’t misspeak,” Newt confirmed. “I would like to court Lady Y/n.”

“Lord Newton,” Lord L/n said, a slight smirk on his lips, “I give you the permission to court my daughter.”

Newt turned to Y/n, ecstatic, only to see her shocked. “Really?” The girl asked quietly.

“Yes,” Newt said. “You really need to stop doubting yourself, love. You’re a remarkable woman and deserve to be treated so. I’m sorry if I ever made you feel as if I treated you like an object and I hope you’ll forgive me for any misunderstanding. Do you accept my invitation to court you and-”

Y/n cut him off with a hug. “Does this mean I get more beer and tea in the future?”

Newt laughed loudly. “Darling, I’ll buy you the entire restaurant if you want.”

Later that night, Brenda unwillingly gave Sonya a dollar and Lord L/n gave Thomas ten.

A year later, Y/n forced Newt to get down on his limp leg in order to propose. “You need to be on one knee,” Y/n explained to him, rather stubbornly.

Newt snorted from his position down on one knee. “And as I’ve already said, I would do anything for you, love.”

Needless to say, Y/n said yes.

[alwaysaglader]

Let’s face love together

Warnings: Mentions of abuse by past relationship.

Y/N's P.O.V

Flashback

I remembered being felt pushed back roughly, hands forcing to keep me in place on a hard surface, a strong hold aggressively gripping my skin as I tried to squirm free. "It hurts. Please stop" I begged, as I felt the pain branch through every nerve on my body, with every attempt he made to rage all of his tension out on me in the form of physical abuse.

I ran my hands over my scars on my thighs, a sick feeling washing over me, as I felt a tight nail-digging grip on my legs, pulling me to his dark abysmal grip again . "Please stop" my own voice rang through my ears, as I cried, screaming in silence to be free of the physical torment he was putting me through at every waking breath, "please stop it hurts".

--

I curled up to a ball at the end of my bed, tears streaming down my face, my heart shattering into pieces I know I will never be able to put together again.

His voice. His tone. His cold words, ringing through my ears like a broken record on repeat.

"Are you going to leave me for her?" I asked, tears streaming down my face, unable to hold myself together in front of his eyes that were filled with no signs of love towards me.

"It just makes me really uncomfortable when I see you with her all the time" I said, my voice barely able to string the words together under his mean stare, "you have barely ever spent any time with me...I just feel like something is going on..."

"You will just have to get over with your silly insecurities" he spatted coldly, barely glancing at my direction, "I don't want to carry the burden of your worries ruining my day".

---

I walked through the WCKD halls reaching the empty room marked 113 to drop some books given by one of the scientists, only to open the door and be horrified by the sight which will haunt me for the rest of my life.

His hands were on her, their lips connected, as they stood kissing in their own world.

I gasped at the sight, which bought their devilish attention to me, his eyes widening at the sight. "Y/N...".

I dropped the books running back to my room as fast as I could, tripping over my own feet in a hurry to escape the horror I just witnessed.

--

I sat shrivelled in a ball at the edge of my bed, tears gushing down my cheeks, my stomach twisted and churned into a knot, when I heard footsteps walk into my room and he stood there in front of me with an emotionless look.

"So I am not the one for you anymore?" I asked after a period of tensed silence, feeling my heart break into a million pieces at my own words leaving my lips.

"No. She is" he replied rather quickly, "with her it is different. We fit together perfectly".

"After everything we have been through..." my voice trailed off, as I felt my heart shatter more.

"Y/N, to be honest, this relationship with you has been nothing" he replied coldly, "it was just so useless and boring with you. You are so clingy. I don't even like to kiss you".

"She is perfect" he stated, which is all I heard since he met her - how perfect she was. His eyes twinkled with joy, with the biggest smile plastered on his face as he said those words about her. "I love her".

"I never loved you and I will never love you" were his last words that echoed in my head as he stomped out of the room which was the last I saw of him.

---

I choked on my tears and gasped for air, partly waking up only to find myself alone in my bed, sweating with fear out of every pore on my body.

The memory of the pain pierced through my body as I relived the terror of being abused till I was physically bruised and throwing up.

His touch still burned my skin, as if haunted by a ghost, terrorising every breath I take. "Y/N?" another voice rang through my ears, pulling me further from my nightmares, just enough to wake me up fully from the horrors of my past memories

My past memories - Of being abused, cheated and left by my ex-boyfriend.

The only bloody memories I remember before being sent to the maze.

"Was it him again?" the voice asked knowingly, as I tiredly opened my eyes adjusting to the reality that I wasn't drowning in his toxicity anymore. I nodded sitting up only to see the only person I wished I could see in my dreams - Newt.

"Newt I'm sorry I woke you" I immediately said, knowing my struggles in my sleep would have woken him up in the next room. It happened almost every night, by every night he was still here by my bed side at the slightest whimper I made.

"It's ok love" he said, immediately moving to stroke my head, his big calloused hands calming me with every gentle stroke. "You are safe. I'm here with you".

Newt's P.O.V

Humming, I gently stroked her head,  but she was barely responsive, blankly staring at me as my words reached her heart not making an impact. Cause she's heard these words so many times before, but without it carrying any weight of it's meaning.

Empty words repeatedly spoken to her heart which has made her numb to the truth of it.

Slowly, I got a bit closer, as I watched her big beautiful orbs follow my change of position, as I slowly sat close to her on the edge of the bed, not to scare her of any immediate physical contact due to the degree of pain that has been physically imprinted on her skin.

"Darling can I give you a hug? I promise I won't hurt you" I said softly, opening my arms, so she could slowly crawl into them in her own time, to which she did after looking at me for a few moments. "You are safe love" I said, cradling her gently in my arms, as my fingers gently encircled her scars to sooth the pain I know is intrigued every time she re-lives the moments of every stroke of abuse of how she got them.

Y/N cried for so long I thought her sounds of pain would kill me.

If only I could, I would absorb her pain and return it to her as love.

Only when the exhaustion overcame the tears did she finally go still, collapsing fully and completely into my arms. I've been holding her against my chest for an hour at least.

Every once in a while, it feels like a dream. Her face is pressed against my neck. She's clinging to me like she might never let go and it does something to me, something heady, to know that she could possibly want me - or need me - like this. It makes me want to protect her even if she doesn't need protecting. It makes me want to carry her away and lose track of time in our own little bubble.

Gently, I continue to stroke her hair and pressed my lips to her forehead.

She stirred, but only slightly. "Sun is coming up" Y/N yawned,  an arm reaching out to turn off her alarm clock about to wreck havoc, "we have to get ready Newt. The Runners must be waiting".

"Love, I can talk to Alby and get you today off" I started to say, to which she gave me a small tired smile accompanied by the 'no need' shake of her head as she untangled herself from my arms and sat on the edge of the bed next to me. "Then let me run with you today" I pleaded.

I watched her eyes water as she curled up to a ball at the corner of the bed again, hugging a pillow close to her chest. She looked at her wrists and thighs, which had some scars on them.

"It's alright Newt" she spoke softly continuing to look down, "you already spend so much time with me... I don't want you to get fed up of me".

"Y/N... I could never. I want you all the time love" I said immediately, almost starting to cry as a feeling of absolute cold shot through me, making me shiver at her words. Her heartfelt plea made my heart ache.

"Love, why would you say that?" I asked, tears brimming my eyes now at the thought of Y/N having such a thought in her mind, when all I want to do is spend every waking moment with her.

Y/N had always been someone I couldn't stay away from; a few mere seconds is all it takes for me to miss her.

I could sit in the silence with her for the rest of our lives and it would mean more than a thousand words with anyone else.

"He said I was too clingy of a person" Y/N's small voice then sounded, almost inaudible, but I still sensed her words.

I am always homesick for Y/N and to have her here, thinking in any other way broke my heart even more.

"Y/N, I wish I could carry you around in the pockets of my hoodie so I can spend every breath I take with you" I let out a sniffle I couldn't hold back, feeling my tears burn brightly in my eyes.

When she raised her head to look at me, she opened her arms to invite me for a cuddle, causing the tears to run down my cheeks.

"You are not too clingy Y/N. Even if you were, hell I would love it even more. Trust me". My sobs and my mouth pressed against her shoulder almost made my speech unclear, but she wouldn't mind anyway, "I want you with me all the time".

"Cling to me. I promise I will never let go" I whispered and pressed a kiss on her nose and then nuzzled it with my own, making her grin. "Good that?".

Minho's P.O.V

"Y/N?" I repeated for the third time nugging her shoulder making her finally look at me dazed out of reality. That look immediately stopped me on my tracks, stopping her too, knowing all too well that Y/N was battling the demons in her mind on her own again. Mapping the maze can wait a while.

"I'm fine" she immediately shrugged me off, knowing I was going to ask but that did not stop me from pursuing to find out what she is really running from.

"Y/N, you are clearly not" I said, crossing my hands over my chest. I saw a shadow fall on her face as she took a few steps and leaned on to the wall to catch her breath in between a few sniffles she was trying to hold back. "More memories?" I asked knowingly, to which she nodded.

"I've lost hope Minho" she mumbled with a broken voice and looked at me with blood red eyes, it took all of me not to punch my way out of this hell hole to get to that guy and break his neck for everything he's done to Y/N. But for now, all I could do was wrap my arms around her and be there for her when she needed it the most.  

"I've lost hope in the world. I've lost hope in love. Shuck, I'm too broken to even be loved" she mumbled and a tear trickled over her cheek, down to her jawline. I frowned, and wiped her tear away before I moved to wrap my arms around her small frame holding and protecting her as close as I could.

"That's not true" I said, feeling her bury herself deeper into my arms and hide her face, squeezing me a little. "Do you believe in it?" She then asked, pulling back a little.

"Y/N, there is only one reason as to why I believe in this shucking thing called love..." I started to say, choosing my words carefully as not to startle her, "...and that is because I've seen the way you and Newt love each other".

Her eyes immediately widened like the opening of the Maze doors. "Minho, don't be bloody ridiculous".

"N-N-N-Newt does not love me. I-I-I can't be loved. Look at me. I'm broken and messed up" she said, voice trembling a little from all the emotions. "That's perfect. So is Newt" I chuckled lightly. Lifting her chin I bought her gaze back to my eyes, "and to be honest Y/N so are all of us shanks, that's what makes us one big shucking family here".

Y/N continued to look at me in complete silence, as if we were talking with our eyes while our mouths were shut tight. I moved a little closer and pulled her to the floor for a seat next to me, leaning against the ivy covered walls to tell her a few lovesick Newt stories .

"Have you noticed that Newt never finished a cup of coffee or a cup of tea that you didn't make for him?" I asked, to which she shook her head lightly. "I asked about it once and his response was 'it just tastes better when she make it'. Always make me smile seeing an empty cup now".

"You know how Newt comes to cuddle with you sometimes, usually after you sleep" I continued, noticing a twinkle of happiness spark in her eyes again, a sight I haven't seen in so long. "He said he'd settle in bed and then you do what he calls the 'reach', where you start swatting around to find him and once a body part is located you attempt to crawl into his skin, all the while asleep. Most nights, he just lays there and smiles holding you in his arms".

"You know sometimes when you guys run the maze together you get separated and when you find each other again, he always says you smile when you see him" I said excited myself now, to tell her everything I've been dying to, for so long, "sometimes that shank wonders off just so you can bump into each other and he gets to see that smile".

"When you guys are holding hands, he says you have a squeezing contest almost every time and it makes him never want to let go. One time Thomas had to pull him off" I laughed. "The first time you hugged him when you woke up from a nightmare, he damn nearly cried knowing that you feel safe with him".

"Sometimes when you guys sit down at the kitchen or at the bonfire, he says you scoot close to him as possible, giving the biggest, cutest and sweetest smile he has ever seen in a person, and then you will lay your head on his shoulder for a minute" I said, mimicking the action making her let out a small giggle. "He will then hold your hand or put his arm around you. Its a small act but the fact that you want to be close to him means the world to him and it's one of his favourite things he thinks about very often".

Y/N smiled this time with slightly reddened cheeks and her eyes began to sparkle. Maybe I had finally broken through the wall that held this space.

"Y/N, the person who does something that inconveniences them, but does it anyway because it is important to you. The person that is always there for you at the end of the day. The person that can't wait to talk to you and listens to every word you say. The person who no matter the mistakes and choices you've made, still wants to be with you..." I explained, placing my hand over hers, making sure every word I spoke reached every inch of her heart and mind.

"The person who wipes away your tears and kisses your tear stained cheeks. The person who would throw everything away, who is there at your beck and call, the person who knows you and knows that you want without asking - that is the person. That's the person that loves you more than life itself. And that person for you is Newt" I panted, completely out of breath.

For months I've been watching Y/N cope with anxiety and depression, which she started suffering from since the nightmares about some traumatic things that happened in her life, before the maze.

When Newt caught her having crying fits and began to keep everything to herself, including her words and mood swings, he noticed something was seriously wrong with her. One night, he pulled her in for a cuddle and stroked her hair, telling her things were going to be alright.

Newt never forced her into talking, he would just hold her close to hush her from her outburst, saying that whenever she wanted to talk to him he would be there to listen.

Then and only then did she confess about the nightmares haunting her at every moment of the day and showed her scars imprinted on her skin of her thighs and wrists from the intensity of the abuse that was tormented on her in her past.

On one occasion, Y/N herself hurt her lips till they were bruised and bleeding, cause of the horrid past things she's been told about her kisses, which to Newt were beyond heavenly. He would die in her kiss and she deserved no one less than that.

For the rest of the time, we were silent, processing our entire conversation when a sudden though popped in my head making me turn to Y/N with a huge smile plastered on my face.

"You didn't deny that you love Newt" I grinned, finally coming to the closest I've been to a confession out of her.  "Oh-I-I" she faltered, getting flustered with a deep blush filling her cheeks.

"Y/N the truth. It's me. We share all sorts of crap" I said and booped the tip of her nose, what made the smile she was trying to hide break free. "Promise me not to hide yourself when you are in pain, it's not fair that we laugh together but you cry alone".

Y/N nodded before a fully blown, toothy grin appeared on her face, letting her eyes shine. "I do love him Minho. I love Newt so much".

"But I'm scared to try again. People tend to get tired of me and leave" she said, "they don't know that I am tired too but I choose to stay".

"Y/N, sometimes an ending can be a blessing in disguise, because it forces you to walk away from someone you never would have let go of, and to seek the love, care and effort that you've always been worthy of and she-bean you deserve nothing but the best" I told her truthfully.

"Girl you are the whole package. Just was at the wrong address" I let out a small chuckle. "Don't be afraid to start over again Y/N. This time you are not starting from scratch, you are starting from experience".

"And hey if that shuck face ex ever shows his face here, I'll make sure he is the Griever's first meal of the day. In Thomas's words I'll feed him myself" I laughed out loud, what made Y/N giggle too. "Though there is a chance there that Thomas will get eaten first".

"I'm serious though" I smiled at her direction, "he is Griever muck when I find him. No body hurts my she-bean and walks away, you may not be my blood but you are my sister Y/N".

"Right back at you Min" she shoved me playfully, making happiness bloom inside me at the sight of her smiling, a twinkle in her eyes I haven't seen in a very long time.

"I'm just afraid of history repeating itself Minho" Y/N spoke up after a few minutes of comfortable silence. "There's a million girls out there somewhere---" she continued but that sentence was completed by someone else.

"But I only want you Y/N" the voice sounded, making me and Y/N both shuffle to our feet next to the figure standing close enough to hear us, that we did not hear nor see coming, and it was none other than our person of interest - Newt, all sweaty and flushed from running the Maze.

"N-n-newt how much did you hear?" Y/N gasped, baffled and shocked, and so was I. "Heard enough love" he smiled warmly, stepping closer to her, making them both blush more with every inch of a step he took towards her.

"Minho could you give us a moment?". And that was my cue to leave the two lovebirds alone.

Newt's P.O.V

"I only want you" I repeated. "I love you Y/N".

"I love the way your hair curls at the ends and the way your nose wrinkles when you laugh. I love the way you sneeze and the way you dribble the toothpaste down your chin when you brush your teeth" I said, making her chuckle, "I love your eye colour, your scars, your freckles, your laugh line and your birth marks".

"I know your favourite book, food, colour and pair of shoes". Moving closer to her, I first made eye contact with her and then smiled at her, what caused a grin to appear on her face, too.

"I know why you're awake at 5am most nights, where you were when you realised you lost a good friend and why you picked up the knife and how you managed to put it down before things went too far" I whispered at her and cupped her face into my hands to pull her closer to me gently.

"I know about your love of cookies, your need to quote any book you know all the way through, your strengths, weaknesses, laziness, energy and mixed emotions".

"I know your favourite thing to order from Frypan, how many sugars to put in your tea, how many scoops of ice cream you want and that you need your sandwiches cut into triangles". Her eyes, which had one of the most beautiful mixture of colours I had ever seen in my life, rolled playfully.

"I know your mannerisms like how you fiddle with anything that you can get hold of when you are anxious, and I know your stroppy pout, facial expressions and your laugh because it is my favourite song" I smiled, feeling happiness exploding in my stomach with every word I said.

"I know how you feel without you telling me love, that you need a wee from a look on your face and that you're crying without shedding tears". Y/N continued to look at me in complete silence, as I moved a little closer again, intertwining our fingers together, which fit so perfectly.

"I know that you have already picked out your wedding flowers, baby names and the colour of your bedroom wall for when you get out of here, which is what I became a Runner, so I can get you out and give you all the happiness in the world and more".

Softly, my lips left a kiss on her forehead. "I know everything that is to know about you, top to bottom, inside out and I love every single thing about you".

When Y/N looked down while blushing, I couldn't hold myself anymore. I moved myself as close to her as I could and lifted up her head by lifting her chin up with two fingers. "And I want to spend the rest of my life learning more and more about you till every bit of you is imprinted on me".

"I love you so much Y/N and I want to make you the happiest you can be... even if it is not me you want to share it with, keeping you happy will always be my goal in life" I told her, looking down at our hands intertwined, tears starting to swell at the corner of my eyes.

"Newt, there is no one else I'd want to share my future with other than you" her angelic voice sounded as she smiled, finally triggering to look up into her beautiful pair of eyes. Y/N had never looked so beautiful to me. I felt light in my head, as if I was drunk on Moonshine.

"But I haven't been the same person that came in the Box, and I am so sorry you have to put up with that, Newt. I don't want to burden you with all my troubles, I can take care of myself" Y/N's bottom lip trembled as she tried to keep herself from crying.

I nodded and opened my arms for her so she could crawl into them. "I know you can. You have. You still do. You always will. I've just joined in too. Now we take care of each other".

"And don't apologise darling. Never apologise to me. I want to be that shoulder you need to cry on." I tapped it, "go on use me all you want. Soak it in tears. Wipe your nose if you want to”.

Without saying something, but just with some tears, did she crawl towards me and nuzzle herself deep into my chest, in for a comforting cuddle. ''Do you think I do not love you anymore?'' I then asked. "I'm not the same" she whispered, and hung her head low.

''Y/N, you may have changed because of the trauma you endured, but darling do you honestly think people stay the same? We all change. You change, I change. And right now you're just going through a really hard time" I couldn't help but to release some tears too.

It hurts me so much to see her like this, mentally tangled with herself. "But that's alright, love, it's okay. Light is easy to love darling. I want you to show me your darkness".

''And if you think I'm going to leave you, you're wrong. You may not be as happy as you were years ago, but you're still the beautiful, goofy girl I fell in love many years ago" I said, trying my best to make her understand that I don't mean any harm and that I have no intentions to make her even more traumatised in life.

She has been broken enough, I do not have the heart to shatter those broken pieces, too.

"Just because you're down every now and then doesn't mean I do not love you anymore, darling. If I had the chance to do everything over, I would have fallen in love with you again" I kissed her bandaged wrists like a mother that kisses her children's wounds away. I wanted her to feel better, both emotionally and physically. She has been struggling so much.

"You didn't have to do anything to make me fall for you Y/N. I didn't fall for you because of what you could or couldn't do for me. I fell for you simply because you were unapologetically yourself" I murmured gently, while she stirred in my arms, and pressed herself tighter against me, nuzzling her face just underneath my chin.

Smiling to the cuteness, I caressed her back. "I fell for your beautiful soul and big heart. I love you for everything that you are and everything that you're not. You are so perfectly flawed, but also perfectly you, and that is why I love you".

"You are a wonder Y/N. You are made of magic that only I can see, and I believe in that every single day, not just on certain days". That reassurance made her calm down. Y/N looked up at me, her eyes showing a twinkle of happiness.

"You.Are.Safe" I stated, enunciating every word with aching slowness, as I trailed the pad of my fingers along her chin, "I'm not going to ask you to get over your past. I am going to help you get through your past but I want you to know that what happened to you in your past, it won't follow you to the future. I won't let anything bad happen to you anymore".

"And if you just tell me where else I need to keep you safe I'll do that too" I murmured, while caressing her head gently with the palm of my hand. The caressing continued slowly.

"You're too handsome to cry, silly" Y/N smiled, while she wiped my tears that had started falling. The compliment made my cheeks burn, and I shyly looked down before looking back into her eyes which showed me the world. "I love you too Newt. You and only you".

"But I'm scared" a soft mumble rolled over those lips I craved to kiss.

"I know darling, I'm scared too but let's face love together cause I only want to feel it with you".  When I said this to her, I made sure to look deep into her eyes to make sure she understood every word I spoke.

For once there was no wall between us, keeping me from getting close to her. It finally broke down just for me, and I could finally get close to her. I'm now sure no-one will hurt her anymore, because I'll protect her broken soul, and will do everything to heal her the best I can.

"Only with you" she whispered, as I leaned my head on top of hers, resting and letting our accelerated heartbeats slow down to a normal pace. "For the rest of my life".

Wrapping my arms around her tighter, I pulled her closer until there was no space left between our bodies. "For your eyes only, I'll show you my heart" she let out a happy sigh against my chest, completely at ease. My heart missed a few pulses from her words.

After a few minutes we pulled back and just stared at each other while resting intertwined, letting our heartbeats match. "Can I kiss you darling?" I asked, feeling my heart pound louder for her.

"Yes you can but I didn't think you'd want to. My lips are so bruised" Y/N whispered. To cheer her up a little, I pressed a kiss on her nose and then nuzzled it with my own.

"Bloodied or bruised, I'd kiss every inch of you" I grinned to which she smiled softly with such pure eyes that it took me aback a little. "Because there is not one part of you that does not deserve love".

"Then why don't you?" Y/N murmured with brightly coloured cheeks, shifting her beautiful pair of eyes from mine to my lips and back, growing closer and closer. "The problem is" I said as I leaned in slowly, my lips slightly parting already, "if I kissed you, I don't think I'd be able to stop".

My heart started beating louder and harder, thumping in my chest, when she leaned in more, her lips dangerously close to mine and whispered "then don't".

I didn't need to hear her say that twice as I immediately cupped her face in my hands and leaned to the side and pressed our lips together right on the spot for the kiss I've been yearning for all along. And as soon as I felt her lips on mine, I knew that those will be the last ones I'd ever kiss.

After a few minutes of kissing silently and lovingly, we pulled back and rested our foreheads together, standing intertwined, letting our heartbeats match. We were entirely in our own little world as we stood there in what seemed like ever lasting hug.

"There's a vision I've been holding in my mind" I said just above a whisper, while she drew imaginary patterns on me, caressing my skin as we stood there - rocking from side to side.

"We're 65 and you ask 'when did I first know?' and I say 'I always knew' ".

Y/N pulled her face from my chest and looked at me with sparkling eyes, which seemed wide awake out of a sudden. Her irises shined so bright, so bright they almost blinded me. We both didn't say anything, but her eyes told me more than enough. And as soon as a smile spread all over her face, I knew enough.

Love is difficult because so many have it backwards. They look at look as to what love can give them. As long as their list of needs are met, they will love in return. But that's not the way love works. Love always looks for what it can give more than what it can get.

Every relationship will get 'boring' after you've been together for years. Love isn't just a feeling, it's a commitment to love every day, physically and emotionally. It's difficult, it's not always laughs, smiles and fun. People tend to quit when it stops being fun, and they go look for someone else, because 'the spark is gone'.

No, that's not how it works. You want somebody to never give up on you, and love you unconditionally then do the same. Be the change. Love someone when you don't want to, when they aren't the easiest to deal with. When they're hard to love. That's the realest version of love there is.

For me, I'd choose Y/N undoubtedly over and over again, every single day.

I am not afraid of her scars. I know sometimes it's still hard for her to let me see her in all her cracked perfection, but I want her to know that whether it's the days she burns more brilliant than the sun or the nights she collapse into my lap her body broken into a thousand questions, that she will always be the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.

I will love her when she is a still day. I will love her when she is a hurricane.

Y/N's P.O.V

As I held him in my arms, listening to his rhythmic breathing, I couldn't help but to love him more than I have ever done. Because he's trying so hard to give me the best he can offer me. And owning his heart of gold that beats just for me, made me realise that here in his arms is where I shall grow old.

I finally found the person who makes me the happiest, never leaves me alone, comforts me on my darkest days, heals my inner child and helps me become a stronger version of myself.

It made me realise that I was never asking for too much. I was simply asking the wrong person.

Life changes. You lose love. You lose friends. You lose pieces of yourself that you never imagined would be gone. And then, without you even realising it, these pieces come back. New love enters. Better friends come along. And a stronger, wiser you is staring back in the mirror.

We may love the wrong person, cry for the wrong person, but one thing is for sure, mistakes will help us find the right person some day.

The road to true love is the same road that will first show you what true love is not.

So keep your heart warm, no matter how cold they have been to you.

Cause somebody is gonna catch your vibe one day and love you unconditionally.

[newtluvrr]

songs that remind me of newt

𝟏: 𝐜𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬

”… 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧…”

𝟐: 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

“… 𝐈’𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞…”

𝟑: 𝐲𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰

“𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬… 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮…”

𝟒: 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐬

“…𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭, 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭, 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞. 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝

𝟓: 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞

“…𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐈’𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮…”

𝟔: 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

“…𝐨𝐡 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫…”

𝟕: 𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭

“We’ve been living on a fault line… and for awhile you were all mine…”

8: I love you so

“Your saying I’m the one but it’s your actions that speak louder…”

9: Need 2

“…nothing you’d care about…”

10: lights are on

“…lights are on… but no one’s home…”

11: Loverboy

“…yeah, you can call me lover boy… they say I throw my heart around…”

12: this is home

“…are you tired of me yet…?”

13: partner in crime

“…I’m about to die and the only thing I’m worried about is you…”

14: Bubble gum

“… sorry that I didn’t kiss you… but it’s obvious I wanted too…”

15: melting

“…melting like an ice cream when you smile…”

[average-vibe]

19 Times

SUMMARY : You count how many times Newt drops his shovel while he plays with it.

PAIRING : Newt X Reader

WARNINGS : Use of the name ‘Love’ and unedited work

A/N : I got the idea for this from me and my bf lol

(READER POV)

I thanked Gally for the mysterious jar he offered me, graciously taking it and walking to an empty log, facing the fire and its radiating heat. Slowly sipping the rather distrusting liquid from the jar, I watched the flames ignite, the smoke float in the air, and the ash pop from the flames.

Newt staggered his way over to me slowly, and i glanced at the blonde through the corner of my eye.

“Hello, love.” his british accent said, eyes sparkling in the fires light. “Gally got you?” he joked, noticing your eyes slowly becoming glazed over with the drink.

“yeah, i guess he did.” you responded, looking at the tall boy in all of his glory. “Surprised he didn’t get you too, he seemed pretty intent on getting everyone tonight.” you commented, looking back at the fire.

“is that so?” Newt asked, taking a seat next to you.

“mhm.” you said, eyes still on the fire, occasionally throwing a twig or leaf into the flames.

You watched, out of the corner of your eye, Newt pull out his small shovel. He begun to flip in in his hands, making sure he never touched the dirty parts.

Eventually, Newt dropped the shovel onto the ground with a whispered “Klunk!”. After he picked up the tool again, he began to flip it.

2 drops. you chuckled to yourself as you looked at Newts frustrated expression. Newt looked at your smirk and glared back. “Oh, is it really that funny, love?” he questioned, raising an eyebrow.

“Sure is.” you responded, looking back at the fire, seemingly not paying any attention, but silently, you were waiting for him to drop it again.

“Shit!” Newt curses, dropping his shovel again, rolling his eyes at your smirking figure. “I’m pretty sure that’s 3.” you commented, nudging him with your elbow.

“Yeah, yeah, i know.” he says, picking up the new toy and flipping it some more. about 5 minutes in, he drops it, glancing at you to see if you noticed. to his dismay, you did.

“4.” you said, eyes still on the burning fire. You noticed Newt mutter something about you being a slinthead and continued flipping the shovel.

“5.” you said. “6. 7. 8. 9. 10.” you continued, saying the next number every time the silver took his the ground.

“How long are you going to keep this up, Love?” He questioned.

“Until you stop dropping it.” you reply, a mischievous look in your eyes. Newt chuckled and continued to fidget with the shovel.

“11.” you say.

“12.” You and Newt say in union, Newt giving you a playful glare. “that’s my job, pretty boy.” You say, raising your eyebrows.

“Mhm.” Newt smirks.

“13. 14.” You keep going, having no intention of stopping.

Newt dropped the tool again, but when he got up to grab it, you noticed he sat closer to you that before. “15.” you mutter under your breath.

Newt drops, you count. “16. 17. 18.” you say, Newt getting progressively closer until he can’t anymore (unless, of course, he sits on your lap.).

On the nineteenth drop, before you can get anything out, Newt droops over next to you and catches your mouth in a kiss. It was slow and passionate, and neither of you let go for a little bit. Finally, you both let go, and Newt smirked at your shocked expression.

“What number are we on, Love?” He innocently questions, mouth in a smirk.

“Uhm.. I think we’re on 20?” you guess, cheeks red and hot from embarrassment.

Newt chuckled before kissing your forehead.

“only 19, Love. This is why you don’t need Gallys drink.”

“i don’t think it was the drink” You say, rolling your eyes and taking Nests hand, resting your head on his shoulder.

“I love you.” You say, looking at Newt, who’s eyes are on the fire.

“Even if i drop my shovel 19 times?” he teases, looking at you with his pretty eyes.

“Yes, i’ll love you even if you drop your shovel 19 times.”

———

a/n: THAT SUCKED LOL (jk i liked it(maybe))

[meltis]

Long time I was no here. 💀| Here’s  my Fanart Horizon from Apex Legends~ \ o / Damnnn She so wholesome 

[ghostofscarley]

HE DOES THINGS TO ME.. he could fuck me up, trample on me till my face is unrecognisable, throw me off the bloody eiffel tower and into the pacific ocean and i'd thank him

[stiles-o-dylan24]

Well in that case should I be 🧟newt anon?

GOODBYE I just cackled so loud😂

[mydarlingnewt]

NEWT X READER

~SADNESS~

Sadness was an all too familiar feeling for you. The feeling of being empty or incomplete was something you felt nearly every day of your life. Nothing in particular would prompt it; it would just sneak up on you and envelope you until you felt you could barely stand, breathe or let alone exist.

It was late afternoon and you were with your best friend, Newt Scamander. You would help him care for his creatures and assist him with his research. The two of you were currently inside Newt’s case. Newt was at his work table just organizing his things while you sat upon the cot in the corner drawing in your sketchbook. 

One of the things you loved most about your friendship was the fact that neither one of you had to talk or necessarily be doing something in order to be around one another. Just knowing the other was there was comfort enough. 

Your hand grazed over the paper in your sketchbook as you drew; your mind filling with various thoughts. Most of them were ones yelling at you. Telling you you were a burden, a waste of space. 

“Y/N? Could you hand me that rag there?”

Newt looked over to you, waiting for you to respond. 

“Y/N?”

His gentle voice broke through your thoughts and you glanced up. 

“Oh. Yeah. Sorry…” Leaning over, you grabbed the rag and handed it to the wizard who kept his eyes on you as you settled back down on to the cot. You seemed to cave in on yourself as you curled up, leaning against the wall and staring down at the page before you. 

“Everything alright, love?”

“Yeah…” Your voice couldn’t have been more obvious as to how much of a lie your response was.

Newt, knowing you all too well, wasn’t convinced and he set the rag down, leaning against the table and crossing his arms. His eyes looked down at you from behind his curly locks and you quickly glanced up, meeting his gaze.

“What’s going on?” He asked. His voice was gentle and full of concern. You knew you could tell him anything. He had always been a good listener and even if he didn’t know how to fix what you were going through, he always seemed to know how to bring you comfort in the moment. 

“Nothing…” You lied. 

Sighing, Newt pushed off the table and made his way over to you. He gently sat  down on the cot and leaned down, trying to find your eyes as you kept your head tilted down and on your sketchbook. A small smile was plastered across his face as he found your eyes and as much as you wanted to smile back, you couldn’t find it in you.

“Hey…” Nudging you gently, Newt reached over and laid a hand on your knee. “What’s going on? I know something is going on up there. Talk to me.”

Hesitating for a brief moment, you let out a sigh as you dropped your pencil to your lap and began to quietly speak. 

“I’m sorry, Newt…. I know this is getting old. But I just… I can’t stop the thoughts pouring in to my mind and telling me such awful things….”

“There’s no need to apologize, love.” The wizard scooted closer, sitting beside you now. You rested your head on his shoulder as he took his hand in yours and held it tightly; something that he knew helped to keep you grounded. “Y/N, I know you can’t control the thoughts that enter you mind and I know it’s not your fault that you’re struggling. But please hear me when I say this…. no matter what your mind tells you and tried to make you believe, you are important. You are wanted. You are needed and you are loved. You are capable of so much more than you let yourself believe. I know; I’ve seen it. You’re a brilliant witch and without you, I don’t know where’d I’d be honestly….” Newt paused and let out a small chuckle before continuing, “I honestly think I’d be dead…. You’ve probably recused me from certain death over a thousand times.”

A smile crept upon your lips as you looked up at him briefly. It was true. Newt could be careless a lot and in the heat of the moment, he could forget that his creatures could be dangerous and if you hadn’t been there to intervene, he’d probably be a pile of ash somewhere in the Amazons. 

“I’m so happy to call you my best friend, Y/N. Honestly.” The wizard wrapped an arm around you, taking you in to his side for a hug which you welcomed. 

“Newt?”

“Yes?”

You paused before asking him your question. “Could-could we just sit here for a bit?”

Smiling, Newt nodded and replied, “I’ll do whatever it is you need, love.”

And with that, you wrapped an arm around his torso and rested your head against his chest. You don’t know how you were this lucky to have such an amazing best friend, but here you were. 

Newt gently rubbed your back as you closed your eyes, drifting off. He would do anything for you. You stood by his side during his days at Hogwarts and you stuck by him even after. If that wasn’t a best friend, then Newt didn’t know what was. All he knew was that you deserved the world and he was going to make sure you knew that each every day

[xoxotommyxoxo]

Thomas: I’m an idiot. Newt: Minho: Newt: If you’re waiting for us to disagree, this is going to be a long day.

[crazyhearttragedy]

By his side

Newt had been watching Y/n and Gally all day. He had grown fond of Y/n since they had met when she came up to the Maze and had a feeling, or a hope, she felt the same way. 

Newt couldn't help but notice the closeness between Gally and Y/n. He was surprised about that, but he didn't say anything just in case Y/n did actually like Gally. 

Then, on a bonfire night, Newt saw her kiss Gally on the cheek, and his heart sank. His jealousy overwhelmed him and he stormed away. Y/n, feeling concerned, followed Newt. She'd had a crush on the boy ever since she had first come up to the Maze and hoped that Newt was okay. She found him sitting alone in a corner, his head in his hands. 

"What's wrong?" She asked, placing a gentle hand on Newt's shoulder. 

Newt took a sharp intake of breath and just shook his head. 

"Nothing," Newt said. "Nothing's wrong."

Y/n lowered herself to the ground beside him and just looked at him.

"Come on, Newt, I can tell something is wrong. Please tell me," She begged.

"It's nothing," Newt insisted. "Just go back to your boyfriend."

Y/n furrowed her brow. "What do you mean? I don't have a boyfriend."

"Gally," Newt clarified. "Your boyfriend?"

The girl just began to laugh. Newt just watched her, unsure as to why she was laughing.

"Are you laughing at me?" he finally asked.

Y/n finally stopped laughing. "No, no, not at you. But did you actually think that Gally and I are together?"

"Yes, everyone thinks so," Newt stated.

Y/n shook her head. "No, not everyone. Everybody knows that I love someone else. Well, almost everyone," She said, her tone turning soft at the end.

Newt felt as though he couldn't breath. So she didn't like Gally, but she liked someone else.

"Who?" Newt asked, barely getting the words out past the lump in his throat.

"You," she said, taking Newt's face in her hands and kissing him.

Newt was surprised but happy, and he kissed her back eagerly.

Once they broke apart, both of them smiling widely, Y/n finally asked, "Were you actually jealous of Gally?" She said it with a teasing tone to her voice, so Newt knew she wasn't mad.

"Maybe," He said.

"Well, now you know that I actually love you, Newt," She said, gazing at him with love in her eyes.

Newt smiled. "Oh, I don't know," He said while pretending to ponder. "You might have to prove it to me."

"Come on over here then," Y/n said, pulling him even closer.

Newt now finally realized that Y/n had been in love with him all along, and he vowed to himself to keep her by his side forever.

[miryum]

Hi, Idk if someone already requested this, but I'll request it. Can you please do a Newt Au where in he's part of a mob and the reader is a college professor and she saw Newt's mob kill someone or something like that and Newt pretended to be a student in the university where the reader is working to assassinate her, but he fell in love with her something like that.

I don’t know how I feel about the whole teacher x student thing but weirdly I’m fine with the mob part. 😅 That’s a fanfic writer for you. 

Warning: OOC for everyone (they’re in the mob, it’ll be dark), mob stuff including mentions of murder, guns, a tiny bit of stalking, sexual innuendos, someone being beaten up, happy mob ending, my thoughts are kinda scrambled and all over the place (sorry about that). Also, idk shit about being a professor or the mob so half of this will be complete guessing. (And there’s a part that’s a little unbelievable but I didn’t know how else to write it)

When the dean informed you that a new student would be joining your class, you didn’t expect a man your age who looked like he was a son of a CEO to march into your class. “Hello,” he walked right up to your desk and stuck out his hand for you to shake. Hesitantly, you shook his hand. When new students enrolled in your class, they usually just slunk to the back of your class and didn’t engage for the first couple of weeks. It also didn’t help that this new student was very handsome. 

“I’m Isaac,” he introduced himself. Isaac was wearing khaki pants and a professional- looking sweater, an unusual choice for a laid- back college student.

“Hi! It’s nice to meet you, Isaac. I’m Professor L/n. Welcome to European History. I hope you enjoy it.” Realising his hand was still in yours, you quickly pulled away. “The syllabus is online on my website where I’ll always post information and homework assignments. Usually, the only homework is a bit of light reading unless we’re working on a project.” Isaac nodded, studying you in a way that made you clear your throat and use your teacher glare on him. “Obviously, you enrolled a little late in the semester, but I have your transcript here and luckily, we’re basically picking up right where you left off. We’re finishing up the Middle Ages before we move onto the Renaissance. In any other class, I would offer you any seat, but this group of students are a little picky on where they sit.” 

Your eyes grow kind at the mention of your first class of the day. It was a mixture of all cliques and groups, but yet, meaningful discussions and debates still took place, pushing against the stereotypes of college. The students interacted well, bouncing ideas back and forth.

“Which seat would you recommend?” Isaac tilted his head and you had to remind yourself that you were his superior, not the other way around. 

“Well,” you looked around the room, visualising the students. Some were already starting to trickle in, eyes flickering towards you. “I would sit you in the first row, but that’s a little intimidating at first. How about third row all the way to the left? And hey, if you need anything you can ask me. I know moving to a new college is overwhelming, so seriously, if you need any help, I’m here.”

“Sounds perfect. Thanks.” Isaac shot you a grin and strode back to the seat you suggested. Some students looked around, confused that he was a student. They had expected him to be another faculty member. Isaac leaned back in the uncomfortable college seat, not taking out any materials of any sort. You stared at him a bit longer, wondering about his past. And why did it seem like he walked with a limp?

Once the rest of the students filed in, you started class, pulling up a series of slides for them to take notes on. Most students scribbled furiously, raising hands to ask questions or to clarify something. Today, however, you found yourself a bit distracted, having trouble remembering certain parts of the lecture or needed someone to repeat their question. You caught yourself sneaking glances at Isaac more than once and was surprised to find that he was always staring back. He still had no notebook or pencil out and wasn’t even watching the slides you clicked through. His gaze was always fixed on you. The coy smile on his face only grew whenever your eyes flickered to him. 

Once class was over, much to your relief, the new student simply whisked away, not giving you another second of his day. While this was normal for college students, especially if they had another class they needed to attend, you thought (or maybe it was wishful thinking) that maybe he would stay. Quickly, you shook the thought out of your head, firmly reminding yourself that he was a student. 

Isaac, on the other hand, walked briskly down the street, tugging at his sweater. He was much more used to a button- up suit and tie. He rounded the corner, seeing a large black car sitting idly in front of a coffee shop. Making sure no one was watching, Isaac quickly opened the door to the back and slipped in. 

Inside, sat the notorious mobster Thomas Mazer and his third- in- command, Minho Glads. “Hello, Newton.” Thomas drawled, lips flicking up into a grin. “How was your first day at school?” 

Newt rolled his eyes, used to the teasing. “It was fine, Thomas,” he sighed, “I still don’t see why we’re doing this.” 

“Because we can’t have any loose ends.” Thomas explained for the umpteenth time. “Y/n L/n saw messy Minho over here,” he jerked his head towards Minho who gaped, “attempt to murder someone. We’re thankful she hasn’t already gone to the police.” 

“I would’ve finished the job, too,” Minho growled, “if it wasn’t for her scream.” 

“She ruined a month- long organisation,” Thomas said calmly. “We’ve taken people out for less. This’ll get the message through that we’re not to be messed with. Hopefully, Ava and Ratman will keep their distance.”

Newt glared, having heard this a thousand times over. “But why me? Why not Gally or Alby? Hell, even Chuck! At least he looks like a college student.”

Thomas rubbed his temples, Newt having been protesting ever since Thomas brought up the assignment. “Because Gally and Alby were with Minho that night and Chuck is too much of a loose cannon. We both know he’s too young and could mess this all up. You’re someone I trust, has experience, and can get the job done.” He punctuated the last four words.

“But why not a sniper? Brenda could easily do it.” Newt asked. “Why me? Why do I have to go to fucking college?”

“A sniper would be too obvious,” Thomas said. “A broken window with a bullet in her head? Too suspicious. No, we need this done in a way that it can look accidental or suicidal. Only a person on the inside.” 

“And why not Teresa?” Newt kept coming up with ideas and people. “She’s a girl. And actually likes learning.” 

“God damn it, Newt!” Thomas yelled, sending a jump to Newt’s heart though he kept his composure. “I don’t know! Why not Teresa?! I chose you and the mission has already started! I didn’t have time to go over every single idea or option! We need this done soon! We can’t send Brenda in now because a new student in L/n’s class and then her dead the next day would be too coincidental! Just do the damn assignment.” Thomas shook his head. “I don’t know why this is so hard for you. You’ve done so much worse. Just take out this woman. It’s not difficult.” 

Thomas, with bags under his eyes, turned to stare out the window, his actions meaning the end of the conversation. After a long minute, Minho muttered out, “Was she hot?” 

Newt huffed a chuckle. “Yeah,” he conceded. 

“Thought so.” Minho smiled at Newt in a way only life- long best friends could. “Her file was nice.” He drew out the word.

“I just don’t get it, Thomas.” Newt turned back to his boss. “She’s spotless. Hasn’t done a bad thing her entire life. I’m sure a little… persuasion could convince her to bury this memory. Maybe she doesn’t even know what she saw. She has no way of knowing it was Minho.” 

Minho shrugged, making a high- pitched noise that disagreed. “Hate to tell it to you bud, but I’m pretty sure this chick knows it was us.” 

“But as Thomas said, she hasn’t gone to the police. Let’s just watch her for a couple days and if she doesn’t go to the feds, then we’ll simply sweep this up under the rug.”

“Why do you care?” Thomas frowned. “Why are you protecting her life?” 

Newt quickly responded. “She’s not working for Ratman. Why take an innocent life? Isn’t that why you built the Maze up? To stop WICKED from doing just that?”

Thomas hummed. “Touche,” he finally relented. “Alright. Let’s monitor her for a month and if this all goes away, so be it. But,” he leaned in close to Newt, his stare piercing into his soul, a warning if Newt ever saw one. “If there is one scrap- one crumb of evidence she’ll turn us in, you’re finishing the job.” Thomas sat back in his seat and said casually, “This is why I like you around, Newton. To rein me back during times like these.” Newt’s gaze flickered to Minho, sharing a glance. They walked on a thin line in their choice of occupation. However, Minho and Newt had worked with Thomas for many long years and felt close and comfortable with him. Thomas relied on them for important decisions and they, including Teresa, are the few who could change his mind. 

“I almost feel bad for her,” Newt ventured carefully. “L/n seemed nice when I talked to her- made me feel welcome. Still, I don’t like going to college.” He shuddered. “Those kids have no idea what the real world is like.” 

“I’m sorry,” Minho interrupted. “Could we go back to the part where Newt complimented someone? When does that ever happen?” 

Thomas chuckled and Newt kicked Minho in the shin. “Whatever,” Newt grumbled. “At least you don’t have to mingle with children who think the whole world revolves around them.”

Minho laughed loudly. “That’s true. But seriously, how was European History?”

Newt groaned. “Why do I need to know which king waged war on whatever king?! It’s stupid!” 

“You’ll grow to like it.” Minho chuckled. “Soon you’ll be able to name every duchess and knight in Europe and their affairs. It also helps that the professor is nice eye- candy. I have some fantasies she could fulfill.” 

“Minho,” Newt’s eyes narrowed. “Don’t talk about her like that. She’s not a toy. She’s- she’s just a victim of circumstance. Another person we have to eliminate.” 

Thomas cocked an eyebrow, Minho squinting briefly at Newt and then looking quickly at Thomas. Why was Newt defending this random woman he had just met that day? They had all made jokes like that before. Hell, Newt had one of the dirtiest minds of them all, though he rarely shared his gutter thoughts. 

Something about Professor L/n had already changed Newt, though none of them knew how much she truly would change him.

**

Walking back from your classroom, you passed a dark alleyway. It was just a small walk to your apartment and you had made the short commute everyday for a couple years. Why would this night be any different? 

The universe had different plans for you as shouts soon reached your ears, along with the sound of groans and punches landing. 

Against your better judgement, your teacher personality and worry kicked in and you quickly lit up your phone flashlight. “Hello?” You called into the darkness, fully intending to break up a student fight and then file the paperwork in the morning. 

The sound of violence stopped immediately and when you lifted the light a little higher you saw something you knew wasn’t just a student fight. 

Two men in suits were restraining a third while a fourth had his fist raised as if to punch him again. The man being held down already had a black eye, a cut lip, blood matting his hairline, and a smattering of other bruises and cuts. The man who had, you assumed, threw the punches suddenly stood, calling out, “Hey, lady,” while reaching slowly into his suit. 

At the time, the gun didn’t fully register with you. A small little part of your brain simply screamed DANGER! so, you ran. When a gunshot rang out behind you, you only ran faster, letting out an instinctive scream.

Thankfully, your apartment wasn’t that far away. Running up the steps and locking the door sharply behind you, you took a sigh of relief. A second later, the irrational part of you started dragging over a drawer and blockading your door, just in case.

Dialling your dad, you let your heart calm as the phone started to ring. On the second ring, your dad picked up.

“Hey! What’s up!”

“Dad! I need to tell you something!” 

From your panicked state and your hurried retelling of what just happened, you dad did the last thing you thought he would do. “Okay sweetheart, I know this is going to sound crazy, but you can’t go to the police.”

“What the fu-”

“Y/n, listen to me. I think you might have just encountered the mob and I want you to be as safe as possible. A little while back, a buddy of mine saw something similar. He went to the police and then a couple of days later, he was dead. If it is the mob, then going to the police will only confirm for them that you need to be taken out.”

“Dad,” you started reasoning with him. “Come on, this isn’t a movie. The mob?”

“Y/n.” Your dad’s voice turned strict and unyielding. “Shut up for a moment and listen to me. I don’t want you to die. If nothing unusual happens in the next week, then you can go to the police. But if you're sure of what you saw, then lying low is the safest way to go. Be on the lookout and call me if anything bad or suspicious happens. And you should probably stay away from the internet for a bit. Be cautious. I love you. Do you feel safe tonight?”

“Uh, sure. Yeah. Love you too.”

“Okay. Call about anything.”

~Click!~

With your phone still pressed to your ear, you listened to the emptiness. Disbelief entered your system. Why was your dad so scared? Why did he immediately think it was the mob? Should you listen to him? And why did you have to get messed up in this? 

What did a college professor do to get wound up in this? 

You didn’t get much sleep that night. 

The next morning, you got an email that a new student would be joining your class in a week.

**

Eating your take out Chinese food because you definitely didn’t feel like cooking that night, you thought back on the day- specifically, the new student. Something about Isaac struck you. You don’t know whether the feeling was good or bad. Half of you wanted to get to know the older, mysterious student more but the other half warned you that something bigger was at play. Twirling your glass of wine, beer, champagne, or whatever alcohol you had off-handily chosen, you reminded yourself that Isaac was a student. While you had taught many older people before, some even older than you, you had never taught someone who looked like they could’ve just hired a private tutor or simply used their daddy’s money to coast through life. Something in your gut told you that something was off. Planning on playing it safe, your mind kept wandering back to that one night a week or two ago. It had been so terrifying. You wondered if the men had run after you. Did they try to enter the building? Your dad had warned you to- 

Your thoughts were cut off by the ringing of your home office telephone. You pressed the decline button, letting your thoughts thankfully shatter.

Taking a gulp from your drink, you listened to the message as it played to you. 

“Hello Professor L/n,” Isaac’s voice rang out through your apartment. It sounded clear and suave, nothing at all like a student’s. “This is Isaac from your first class. I was wondering if I could stop by office hours to... talk a little bit.”

Fuelled by alcohol and your dad’s words in your ears, you pressed the button that accepted his call. “Hello Mr. Johns.”

“Professor L/n, I’m happy you picked up.” Isaac said, sounding somewhat surprised. 

“As it’s after office hours, I’m going to be quite blunt,” you stated. “What do you need?”

Isaac laughed. It was a nice sound. “I was wondering if I could stop by during your office hours to get some help on the homework.”

“Mr. Johns, you don’t have to call me and ask for my permission to do so. But yes, you may stop by.”

“Can I ask a question?”

“Shoot.”

“How’d you get to be a professor so quickly? You look so young.” You could almost hear the flirtation in his voice. 

“Compliments will get you nowhere, Mr. Johns,” you warned. “But to answer your question, I’m an assistant professor. I’m working my way up.”

“Well, if I may say, you're an excellent assistant professor. I think you deserve the title of lead professor.”

“That’s not what it’s called. But thank you. Mr. Johns, why did you transfer to my class?”

There was a pause at the end of the line. “Because I moved colleges.”

“Yeah, no.” You clicked your tongue, not believing him. “Too many coincidences have been happening lately. If you want to meet up, we can meet in the public library. And why don’t you wear something comfy for a change? I’ve been around enough college students to know that most of them don’t wear khakis and sweater vests. Goodbye, Mr. Johns.”

“Professor-” you hung up before he had a chance to say anything. Albeit against a teacher’s code of conduct, you were a little tipsy and just wanted to go to bed. 

On the other end of the line, Newt groaned and slammed his head on the table. “Wow,” Minho huffed out a burst of air. “You are bad at acting.” 

Newt looked to Thomas who simply said, “Go to the library, wear something comfortable, and get her to trust you enough so you can see if she’ll rat us out.”

“She’s my ‘professor’,” Newt argued. “She knows she can’t get intimate with a student. Even I know that’s weird.”

“You don’t have to get intimate.” Thomas waved him away. “Just get her to trust you. Be her student. Actually learn something for that empty brain of yours.” Newt glared at him as Minho let out a laugh. 

“Fine,” New agreed. “But what qualifies as comfy?”

**

Browsing the shelves, you heard someone clear their throat from behind you. You turned to see Isaac dressed in low- drooping grey sweatpants and a tight fitting white shirt, a gold chain hanging loosely from his neck. His blond hair was ruffled, floofing up over his forehead in a way that made you want to smooth it down.

“My eyes are up here, professor.” Isaac chuckled lowly. 

“Gosh, I’m sorry,” you shook your head. He’s a student! You had to remind yourself. No matter if he was your age and looked very hot in that outfit, this was entirely against every single rule. You would immediately get fired with an ugly mark forever barring you from teaching ever again. “But that isn’t exactly what I meant by comfy.”

“What did you mean?” Isaac’s tone was nothing like it was in the classroom. It seemed more meek and unsure, a small smile gracing his lips.

“I don’t know, some jeans? A sweater?” You shrugged, pushing your hands into the pockets of your own sweater. “Hell, you’ve seen what I wear around the classroom.”

“True,” Isaac laughed. 

“Where would you like to start?” You asked.

“Honestly, I don’t know.” He rubbed the back of his neck, letting you get an impressive view of his biceps. “Maybe some of the things you were covering before I transferred?”

You nodded, “Got it. Come on.” You led Isaac to a row of dusty books that looked like they hadn’t been checked out in a while. “Here you go.”

You dropped two large books into his arms. Isaac grunted slightly under the weight and let out an embarrassed chuckle. “How do you lug these around all the time?”

“Practice. A reader is always stronger than they look, Mr. Johns.” You smiled coyly.

“Um, can you call me Newt? It’s what all my friends call me.” Isaac asked hesitantly. 

“Friends?” You shot a sarcastic look at him. “I didn’t know the son of a CEO had friends.”

“Wow, you’re cruel for a teacher. And that’s not who I am.” Newt laughed along with you.

“Where’d you get the name Newt?” You asked before handing him another book. “You like the lizards?”

“No,” he explained, “I’m named after Isaac Newton and my friends just took to calling me Newt.”

“Oh, that’s very clever, Newt.” You thrust more books into his arms.

Newt stumbled under the weight and grimaced, “Do we really need all these?”

“No, we only needed the first two. I was just wondering how long you could hold out for.” 

Newt's shocked face made you laugh. His faux betrayal slowly morphed into laughing alongside you, setting down the other books on a cart before following you to a table.

The next couple of hours were spent with you giving him mini lessons and Newt scribbling it all down in his spiralled notebook. You started on the opposite side of the table from him, but after a frustrating rant, you ended up on the same side as Newt, hurriedly flipping through pages and citing evidence that backed up the explanation no one asked for. In the beginning, Newt would try and write down all that you said, wanting to immortalise your words, a hand running through his hair that you eventually swatted down, inserting a comment about how his hair was too fluffy that made him smile. However, after a while, when you turned the pages, rambling on about one king or running to get another book about some obscure war, Newt would just stare and watch as you delved into the world you cared so much about. His eyes sparked with silent happiness as you waved your hares around, trying to capture the long lost history in words. 

After a particularly long winded ramble, you caught yourself and took a deep breath, a sheepish grin on your face. “Geez, I am so sorry. I get a little… passionate about history.”

“That’s clear to see. But I like it!” Newt nodded, leaning a bit closer to you. “It shows that you should be a history professor. It shows that you care about the subject- as all teachers should!” 

“Thank you.” You bowed your head. “But it wasn’t always seen that way. There used to be a lot of teasing in high school.” 

“But you made it now!” Newt tried to encourage you. “Where are your former peers? Not making… How much do you make?”

“I’m not telling you my salary.” You pointed a non- threatening finger at him.

“Okay, whatever you want.” He held up his hands, surrendering to you. “But seriously, thank you for taking time out of your day when you certainly could’ve been doing much more important things than help me.”

“Of course. Helping students is my number one priority.”

Newt gnawed on his lip, hesitating in an unsettling way. “Can I tell you something?” 

Your eyes narrowed. “Yes, but I should tell you that if I learn of or believe that you are threatening serious harm to another person, I am obligated to report that. This can be in the form of telling the person who you have threatened, contacting the police or placing you into hospitalisation. If there is evidence that you are a danger to yourself and I believe that you are likely to kill yourself unless protective measure are taken, I may be obligated to seek hospitalisation for you or to contact family members or others who can help provide protection.” 

“You have that memorised, huh?” Newt’s chuckle seemed like forced sadness. “I’m sorry, Professor, but I need to go.” Spinning out of his chair, Newt whirled away, hands shoved in pockets and eyes cast downward. 

“Newt!” You called out. But he didn’t turn. Why did he leave? Obviously he had something to tell you that applied to those scenarios. But what?

**

A couple of weeks had gone by, you watching Newt leave quickly from class every day. Sometimes he simply didn’t show up. After a while, you had enough. Making you worry was one thing, but skipping class and falling behind on grades was another thing entirely. 

“Mr. Johns, see me after class.” The cold infliction in your voice made some students snicker, just like back in primary school. Meeting your gaze, Newt knew that if he disobeyed there would be consequences. 

“Yes Professor L/n?” Newt saddled up to you.

“Sit down,” you commanded him, directing him to a chair. “I’m going to be frank; who are you and what is your secret? Why are you here?” 

“I can’t tell you.” 

“Shut up.” You rolled your eyes. “I’m talking to you as a friend, not a teacher. We’ve both known that you’re different from the other students. Maybe not in a good way, but definitely different. I can assure you that I will not reveal anything you say to anyone. I would like you to be completely honest with me right now.” To bring the point home, you stood from your desk and sat with him on the other side. Equals- not student and teacher. 

“Do you remember the night when you heard the gunshot?” You tensed up at his words, subconsciously knowing where this was going. “That was my friend. He was the one with the gun. The man he was beating up was someone named Randall Spilker, a hit-man for a mob called WICKED. They’ve been terrorising this city for years. Another friend’s father created a group called the Maze. My friend took it over a while ago and appointed me second- in- command. Our mission was to make sure WICKED stopped hurting innocent civilians, such as yourself. However, it was clear that all of this had gotten out of control. A year ago, WICKED’s leader, a woman named Ava Paige, made a decision that ultimately doomed everyone unless we stepped in. Unfortunately, in the midst of stopping her, you got in the way.” He slowly looked at you, analysing your every movement. “I was sent in to kill you. No loose ends. That’s how Thomas said it. We were so close to stopping Ava Paige and WICKED. We couldn’t afford to have you screw it up for us. Clearly, it didn’t go as planned. I found out that I may be in love with you.” You reeled back. Newt couldn’t meet your eyes, and continued muttering, “I’m not exactly sure when it started. Maybe it was how you welcomed me into the class. How you agreed to help me even though I’m older than you and a little arrogant.” 

“Just a little?” You asked.

“A little,” Newt pressed his thumb and pointer finger so close that they were almost touching. “Just a little arrogant. Or maybe how you run into class apologising because you were up late last night reading and didn’t get that much sleep. How your eyes light up when you’re talking about something you’re passionate about. How you care so much for this job and your students. Or maybe it was that one day when you were sick and just spent half of class rambling on about whichever TV show you were watching at that point. And then you drank so much NyQuil that you nearly passed out. I don’t know exactly when I started falling for you, but I did. I fell. I fell so hard for you.”

Newt stopped talking, letting you process. He awaited your words, his tongue brushing out to wet his chapped lips. Running a hand through his hair, something you now knew meant that he was stressed, he didn’t say anything. 

“So,” you puffed out a burst of air. “You’re a mobster who’s part of the mafia that almost had me murdered who’s now in love with me, your teacher. What do you want me to do with that information?”

“Well, technically, you were never my teacher. Isaac Johns doesn’t exist. My real name is Newton Stead. Or Newt. I wasn’t lying about that part.” 

“I’m sorry, your last name is Stead?”

“And an ‘I love you too’ would be nice.” Newt shrugged. 

You let out a brief chuckle, rubbing your temples. “I don’t know what you want me to say. It’s entirely against the code of conduct for me to have feelings towards a student and I could get fired for this. And you’re in the mob! Newton, don’t you know how terrifying that is? I could never allow myself to become close to you due to the fear of you getting killed.” 

“So… you do have feelings for me?” Newt’s lips quirked up into a smile. “You’re not denying it.” 

“You’re right, I’m not denying it.” You laughed loudly, not fully comprehending everything. 

“So you love me?” 

“Maybe not love you, Mr. Jo- Mr. Stead. Oh my god, that’s such a bad last name! But, I’d be willing to go on a date with you. But you’d have to unenroll in university immediately. Now that I know you’re in the mob and that you don’t actually need my education, in order for us to go on a date and for me to not lose my job, you need to drop out of university.”

“Are you asking for me to derail my education just to pursue you?” Newt asked, aghast. 

“Yes, that’s exactly what I’m asking.” You stifled a laugh, trying to look serious. 

“Well, you know,” Newt leaned a bit closer to you, making your heart race. “There’s a lot of money in my line of work. If you want, you could quit your job and I can support you. You won’t need to ask for anything. Anything you want, at all, I can get it for you. What’s your favourite food? Favourite brand? You can have all the clothes you want. I’ll make you feel as comfortable as possible. Cause I care for you, Y/n.” 

“It’s so weird hearing you call me by my first name.” You evaded the question until Newt gently took your chin in his fingers, lifting it up to meet his gaze. With a kind smile, he extracted more words and confessions out of you. “I can never leave my job. I love teaching. But…” Newt grew hopeful. “Maybe, if things turn out well with us, then I could think about moving in with you. However!” Your voice raised, shutting down the complete look of love sickness Newt had on his face. “If we ever do move in together, you’re not to spoil me with your money that you probably swindled.” 

“First off, it’s not swindled money,” he pointed a finger at you, smiling coyly. “Second, if you’re my girl then I’m going to spoil you all I want.” He punctuated the last three words. “I’m talking about jewellery, clothes,” he ticked things off on his fingers, “the best food money can buy, and maybe even some… underclothes?”

“Oh my god, Mr. Stead! You are still my student!” You cried out, slapping him lightly. 

“I promise, I’m going to go to admissions right now, drop out, ask you out on a proper date, and while I’m spoiling you I’m going to have all your things moved to my apartment so you’ll have no choice but to move in with me so I can love you forever.” 

“You really are a hopeless romantic, aren’t you Newt?” 

“Only because of you, love.”

[gabyfiction78]

Newtmas Cutie boys

Imagine:

Thomas e Newt são amigos de escola e nas férias Newt foi para a fazenda de seus avós, enquanto Thomas foi para um acampamento na floresta. Os dois tem 8 anos e todos os dias eles mandam cartas um para o outro.

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Newt pov

  Querido Tommy

Já faz alguns poucos dias que cheguei aqui na fazenda dos meus avós (quase no fim do mundo), e mesmo que você não acredite meu bumbum ainda tá meio dormente por ter ficado tanto tempo sentado dentro do carro.                 

  Mas aí vai uma boa notícia, a horta da minha avó tá progredindo, e hoje a tarde vamos comer torta de framboesa, que eu amo demais, junto com meus tios, eles chegaram umas horinhas depois de nós, o Aris tbm veio (oque me surpreendeu bastante), pensei que ele fosse ficar com meus outros tios na cidade, já que não gosta muito da fazenda, mas  ele disse que estava sentindo a minha falta e por isso tá aqui. Sonya gosta muito dele, quase tanto quanto eu.   

  Ontem de manhã cedinho meu tio Billy tentou me ensinar a andar de cavalo, mas como não tinha nenhum potrinho ainda, tive que montar em um grande mesmo. Eu cai pelo menos umas três vezes antes de conseguir me sentar na sela kkkk. E eu aposto que você tá rindo de mim agora, o que não faz mal, todo mundo que estava me assistindo riu, inclusive eu. Já estão me chamando pra almoçar, enfim, espero que as coisas no acampamento estejam indo bem. Ah, e se você encontrar o Gally por acaso, dê um chute nele por mim. Tenho que ir.  

 Beijos e mande notícias o quanto antes pra eu não achar que você foi engolido por algum crocodilo, ou coisa parecida.                             

Do seu Newt :)

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Thomas pov

  Querido Newtie

  Não precisa se preocupar, ainda não fomos devorados por nenhum animal selvajem selvagem, mas ontem a noite escutamos barulhos vindo do meio da floresta , achamos que fosse algum tipo de urso, mas no final era só  mais um engraçadinho querendo nos assustar, aposto que ele era da turma do Gally, já vi os dois juntos algumas vezes. A propósito, missão dada é missão cumprida, dei o chute nele que você  me pediu, claro que ele ficou uma fera e quis me matar, só  que eu consegui escapar aos 45 do segundo tempo :)                             

  Mudando de assunto agora, as coisas vão indo bem no acampamento, tirando o fato do Minho ter quase vomitado duas vezes emcima em cima de mim no passeio de canoa, e do Alby ter tropeçado em mim enquanto ele corria porque estava com medo de uma tarântula enorme que vimos, eu diria que está  tudo bem. Amanhã faremos mais uma caminhada, e estamos aprendendo a acender uma fogueira, no começo o dono do acampamento não gostou muito da ideia da gente aprender a botar fogo nas coisas, mas agora ele tá  de boa, eu acho.

  Ah! e sobre você  ter caído 3 vezes do cavalo antes mesmo de conseguir montar nele, me desculpa, mas eu ri um pouquinho nessa parte, brincadeira eu ri muito, espero que não tenha se machucado com a queda e espero receber mais notícias suas embreve em breve, manda um beijo meu pra pequena Lizzy e diz que ela fica ainda mais fofa de maria chiquinha. Preciso arrumar a bagunça da minha barraca se não me perco aqui dentro. Tchau, outro dia a gente se fala.

Bjs Thomas Tommy :)

Ps: Desculpa é que eu perdi a borracha de novo e não deu pra eu corrigi

Ps² : Na verdade eu perdi a borracha que você me emprestou porque eu perdi a minha borracha, desculpa de novo, prometo que vou comprar uma e te "devolver"

[writerintheshadow]

DON'T TELL ME that there are people who don't ship those two ✨ cuties ✨

Btw have you seen how handsome Gally is? (No, I am not a simp for Will. Nope. Not at all.)

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