requesting a tmr newt x gn!oblivious!reader, (they're still in the glade) where newt would be showing like tons of affection to reader(acts of service or others u prefer) but reader thinks newt is just being all friendly to them—maybe during a bonfire night he drunkenly confesses to them and they're like 'haha..wait what?' n end it w fluff:) idk like this is my first time requesting smt😞😞
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See, it really isn’t your fault that you didn’t notice Newt was in love with you
He’s nice to everybody, how could you be the exception?
Except, when Newt is nice to others, it’s usually asking them how they’re doing, or telling Gally or Alby to back off for a while
When Newt is nice to you– well, that’s a whole other situation
He brings a glass of water across the whole Glade because you mentioned you were thirsty once
Shiver by accident? His jacket is already around you
Minho jokes that Newt would become a Builder if you asked, and judging by the way the blond keeps asking if the Homestead is to your liking, he might not even be wrong about that
It takes dire circumstances for you to finally realize that Newt isn’t just being friendly because he wants to be your friend
Namely, plenty of alcohol and an extra special Bonfire Night
Forget the Greenie who brought on the bonfire in the first place, this isn’t about him
Newt knew this was his chance, although he didn’t expect to finally tell you his greatest secret by blurting out that he loved you four drinks in
At first, you thought he was joking– boy could hardly stand on two feet, let alone say something like that and mean it
But, as you looked in his eyes, you realized that this wasn’t just a figment of his sloshed brain
Newt was in love with you. Maybe always had been. Maybe always would be
And you? You loved him too
Newt woke up the next morning with a pounding headache and your hand in his
The headache was nothing, he had you, and that’s all Newt cared about
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I won.
Newt x Reader (TMZ)
summary - Newt and you had a argument, and now he's ignoring you.
The sun was beating hard on your skin and sweat trailed down your forehead. You stopped digging the soil with your shovel and look up, scanning around the glade for a certain blonde haired boy.
Newt.
Your eyes finally catch sight of him, his blonde sandy hair ruffled as the sun beamed at his hair, making his hair shine like gold and his shirt covered in mud.
He stood alone, picking some strawberries. You could tell from the way he pick the strawberries that he was still upset about the argument you had earlier.
You decided to take the opportunity to speak to him privately, away from the Gladers.
You put your shovel down, ditching your gardening duties and walk to Newt's direction.
As you approach him, he glances to see who it is, once he realizes it's you, he stops and turns himself around and stared at you long in the eyes.
he broke eye contact without a word as he looks at you up and down with his dark chocolate brown eyes which longed to be with you again.
He returns his gaze back to the strawberries and wipes his sweat of his forehead with his hand, not saying anything to you as if you weren't there.
"Feeling a little hot, Newt?"
You say jokingly and lean your back on the tree less than a meter away from him. He tries his best to concentrate on picking the strawberries.
"I'll shower later" he answered.
He kept his gaze at the ground, not wanting to look at you.
still sulking.
"can i help?" you asked him
instead of answering your question, he accidentally picked the strawberries too hard, making the stems break and fall.
You knew he would give up if you keep on doing this a little more.
so you did. you take a few steps closer to him.
Newt side glance at you a few times, watching every of your movement and clenches his jaw, resisting the longing feeling, wanting to talk to you, kiss you and touch you which weighed heavy on his shoulders.
"why don't you take a break? you've been picking strawberries all day" you try to reason out.
"No, Frypan wants the strawberries ready today to make strawberries jam"
"I'm sure the strawberries can wait for a little newtie" You say encouraging him.
He stops picking the strawberries and sighed. Newt finally answered your question, pretending to sound uninterested.
"y/n, please not now, I'm busy" looking at you with his deep brown eyes.
but you ignore him and walked closer to him until he can feel your breathe on him.
Your hand snakes it's way to his shoulder and you pulled him closer to you, and whispered in his ear.
"please newt, i want to talk to you" you both looked into each other's eyes, holding eye contact.
his eyes widened and he swallowed hard as he broke eye contact, refusing to look you in the eye.
Silence hanged in the air and for the first time in minutes he had made eye contact with you again.
His face was so stern for the next few seconds and then he suddenly sighed.
he finally gave in.
"You're right, the strawberries can wait" He smiled a little at you as he brush his thumb to your cheek and pulled you closer to him.
what happened next was a blur, he was on you in a second. Lips connected with yours as he backed you up into the tree you were leaning on earlier.
You had won.
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