Muller… is a contradiction. He’s a superstar on one of the world’s biggest clubs yet he’s as blue-collar as they come. He’s the guy your coach was thinking of in Little League when he told you that it’s not about skill or natural ability, it’s about desire and heart and work rate

pointlesslucy asked:

Newtmas "important" mainly because this will give you huge feels

Lucy omg this hurt my soul to write you’re evil I love you thank you for the prompt

Just a note: this might be a bit triggering bc Newt is pretty sad and kinda hates himself a lot (I can’t write about Newt being happy I’m sorry) so just be safe I suppose!!!

Newtmas for Important (one character explaining why the other is so important to them): 

Newt didn’t have good days. Newt had bad days, slightly less bad days, and really really bad days. Most of the time, Newt could manage all three relatively on his own, but occasionally Newt’s sadness became too much for him to handle alone.

“T-Tommy?” Newt asked through the phone upon hearing Thomas’ voice after the third ring.

“What’s wrong, Newt?” The troubled tone of Thomas’ words made Newt feel bad for worrying him so much.

“I - er - I know it’s really late,” Newt glanced at the clock hanging on his bedroom wall. 12:57 AM. “But I think I need you to come over. Like right now.” He paced back and forth at the foot of his bed, his unoccupied hand rummaging itself through his disheveled blond curls.

“Are you okay?” Thomas inquired, and Newt could already hear shuffling on the other end of the line as Thomas hurried to get dressed.

“No. I just - I’m having a rough night and I need you to get here before I do something I’ll seriously regret tomorrow.” Newt shook his head, willing away the rising panic in his chest. He hoped he would be able to make it the ten minutes it would take Thomas to get to him.

“I’m on my way, okay?” Newt heard keys rattling. “Do you want me to stay on the phone?” As much as Newt wished he could say yes, he knew it wasn’t a good idea.

“Don’t be ridiculous, Tommy, not when you’re driving.”

Thomas had to hold in a laugh at how motherly Newt sounded, because it was anything but the time for laughing.

“Okay,” A car door slammed on Thomas’ end of the line. “Then I need to go. I’ll be there in a few minutes, yeah? Just be safe for a few more minutes please. I love you.”

“I love you, too, Tommy. Thank you.” Newt sighed before hanging up and tossing his phone onto his bed. He continued pacing for all of three minutes, until an immense wave of anxiety and self deprecation drenched him to the core and his legs failed to hold up against it. He slumped to the floor, his back leaning against the farthest wall from the door. He hastily drew his knees to his chest and buried his face between them, desperate to keep the tears that threatened to spill at bay. With each pressing second his patience grew thinner and his wrists grew itchier, and he willed Thomas to arrive quicker. After what felt like forever, his wish was granted when he heard the door to his apartment open and close - Thomas had a key.

“Newt? Where are you?” The fear was evident in the wavers of Thomas’ words as he stepped into Newt’s apartment.

“In here!” Newt yelled, hoping his muffled voice would carry despite his face being hidden. Thomas identified quickly where Newt’s indication had come from, and he quickly appeared in Newt’s bedroom. The dim light of the bedside lamp caused minimal assistance in Thomas’ vision, and it took him a panicked moment to find Newt curled up on the floor. Thomas strode quickly to where Newt was, and dropped to sit with his legs crossed in front of him as to be level with the blond.

“Newt?” Thomas placed a hand on Newt’s shoulder, and Newt jumped slightly, bringing his head up to look at Thomas. The moment Newt saw the pained and concerned look on Thomas’ face was the moment any hope of control went out the window, and the moisture brimming in his eyes began to streak down his cheeks. “Oh, Newt, c’mere,” The brunet tugged softly on the front of Newt’s legs and patted his own hips. Newt knew what it meant, for they had been in this exact situation many times before. He shuffled forward to Thomas’ lap, wrapping his legs around Thomas’ waist and his arms around Thomas’ neck. He rested his head on his boyfriend’s clavicle, his tears falling over Thomas’ collarbone.

“What’s wrong, doll?” Thomas cooed, one of his arms securing around Newt’s waist whilst he fingered through Newt’s hair comfortingly with the other hand.

“I don’t know. I - I was fine an hour ago, but I just suddenly felt incredibly unimportant and didn’t know who else to call.” Newt sniffled.

“Unimportant?” Thomas mumbled questioningly.

“How do you mean?”

“I mean I could disappear off the face of the buggin’ planet and it wouldn’t matter. No one would care.” Newt spoke flatly. He felt Thomas draw in a sharp breath.

“I would care. You know I would care, right?” Thomas tried to hide the worry in his voice because he knew it would trouble Newt.

“You’d get over it.” Newt mumbled, barely audible.

“No, Newt, I wouldn’t.” Thomas’ voice hardened a bit in seriousness. “Look at me,” He brought his thumb and forefinger to Newt’s chin, tilting Newt’s head so his eyes met Newt’s glossy ones. “You are so unimaginably important to me. Okay? I need you. I have no idea what I would do without you.” Thomas closed his eyes, his forehead pressing against Newt’s, and his voice dropped to a whisper. “You mean everything to me, Newt. I’ve never loved someone as much as I love you and I need you to understand how important you truly are to me.”

Newt couldn’t find his words for the life of him, and he felt an overwhelming amount of affection for Thomas bubble in his chest. He replied the best way he could; he closed the small gap between him and his boyfriend when he pressed their lips together lightly. It tasted of salt, for Newt was still crying.

“Thank you.” He whispered as he pulled away minimally. “I love you so much.” He kissed Thomas again quickly. Thomas just smiled sincerely and pulled Newt in for a hug.

“Let’s go lie down, yeah?” Thomas murmured into Newt’s hair. Newt simply nodded.

Thomas fumbled to pull him and Newt to the bed where they would remain for the night, Thomas’ arms around him fighting off the thoughts that threatened Newt’s head. For the first time in a while, Newt thought tomorrow might be a good day.


that was a bit longer than I anticipated for a drabble omg but I hope you like it!!! 

Send me a ship and a word and I’ll write you a drabble! 

Request: Hey I was wondering if I could have a newt AU imagine? Were he’s kind of like the bad boy skater? And YN is the good girl and they don’t like each other at first (but she thinks he’s hot bec how can you not) but then something happens and they start to fall for one another but YN friends think he’s just messing with her and she shouldn’t like him in all that stuff? Sorry if it’s to long or confusing
A/N: OMG!!! Yes!!! Yes!!!! I was taking a math test when I got this!! I think I may have squealed a little or something… You are totally my new best friend!!!!

     I headed to my fourth hour. Thank God it’s almost lunch. I made a quick stop at my locker to pull my text book out and put my history book and notes in. I closed the metal door when I heard laughter and someone shout. “Hey! Watch out!” As I turned to walk to class, a boy crashed into the lockers next to mine. He stopped himself from hitting his head with his hands. “I told you to move!” he snapped at me, his dirty blonde hair falling down in front of his face. Is he serious right now? “Excuse me?!” I yelled back, he stood aback, not expecting me to fight back. He glared at me as I spoke, “It’s not my fault! Why the hell are you even riding your skate board inside a school? Maybe next time you should rethink that!” I growled, giving him a shove as I pushed past him. The bell rang. Great! Now I’m late for class!
      I proceed, still worked up about that little encounter with… whoever the hell that was. He thinks because he’s so hot he can do whatever the hell he wants? No! When I got to class, I searched for my best friend, Teresa. “Whoa! Are you okay?” she smiled, a small chuckle forcing its way past her lips. “define ‘okay’.” I mumbled, “No I’m not. Who is the guy who rides his… stupid skate board through the halls and expects everyone to do what he says and move out of the way?” Teresa grinned, shaking her head from side to side. “Please tell me you didn’t fall for him!” I rose my eyebrows, “What!? NO! Not even close! He nearly killed me while I was getting my book from my locker!!”
      Teresa froze, her pale face becoming whiter. “I wouldn’t say that I nearly killed you! You were in my way!” I turned to see the boy. “Are you kidding me!? What are you doing here!?” I whispered, clenching my jaw. “This is my class.” The boy scoffed, rolling his chocolate brown eyes at me. “What the hell?” Teresa mouthed to me, looking back over to him. He sat down next to my friend, Thomas. He greeted him with a grin. NO! Hell no! I only hoped they weren’t friends. I’d probably kill myself.
      “Okay. As you know, tomorrow we have an exam. It is worth 150 points. With that said, today will be a review day. I’ll assign you your partners then I hand out the study sheet. It is for a grade so I suggest you do it!” My math teacher pulled a paper from his desk, beginning to read off the names. The list began to shorten and there were only a few names on the list, leaving me, Thomas, Gally, Teresa, Minho and the guy who I still don’t know the name of. “Hmm… Thomas and Minho, Gally and-“ I would rather be with Gally than blondie over here. It’s not that I don’t like Gally, we’re friends but we don’t spend a lot of time with each other so it’s kinda awkward. “Teresa. Can’t see my own writing. Finally, Newt and Y/N.” Mr.[Name] finished. “Ahhhhhh!!!!!” I heard a loud groan and repetitive banging. I looked to my right and there was… Newt… banging his head on the desk.  
      The class dispersed from the crowd of desks, moving with their partners to a spot they could work. I sighed heavily, making my way over to the desk next to Newt. His head still was on the surface of the table in front of him. I pulled out a piece of scratch paper and my calculator. When Mr. [Name] got to uh, Newt’s head shot up. “Request for a new partner?” he asked, but it came off a more of a demand. I rolled my eyes this time, a scoff escaping my mouth. “Get what you get.” He replied, handing us each a paper, filled with problems from top to bottom. “Shall we get started?” I mumbled, directing my eyes to him. I took in all his features: his sharp jawline, perfect hair, the way his eyebrows furrow. He smiled sarcastically before reverting his gaze to the paper. “I’ll take that as a yes… Y= 3/9x+ 5/8. If Y= 6, what is x?” I read the problem aloud. I looked over to Newt, “What are you doing?” He let out a chuckle, “What does it look like I’m doing? I’m solving the problem. It’s 16.3…” he replied, lowering his voice when he got to the answer. I checked the problem and sure enough the answer was 16.28. He rounded though. “Yeah…” I looked down to my paper, jotting the number down. “I’m not an idiot…” he smiled, looking back at his paper.
      I moved onto the next problem, but I felt like I had it wrong. “Hey… did you get-“ “2.73.” he  replied. “What?” He leaned over to see my paper, moving it closer. “Oh! You forgot to distribute the 7 to the y-value!” I blushed when I realized how close he was to me.  He finished the problem for me. “Uhm.. thanks.” He winked, “You needed it.” I rolled my eyes. We finished the paper by time the bell rang. I rushed out of the class, determined to get our table. Dumb freshmen think they’re so cool.
      I got there just before they came into the commons. Slowly my friends sat down; Teresa, Sonya, , Aris, then Minho. “You like him don’t you?” Sonya asked, a small smirk tugging at her lips. I rolled my eyes, “No.” “Good. Newt’s not… good for you.” Teresa butted in.  “Well…” Sonya added, “he is pretty hot.” I nodded, earning a scowl from my best friend. “Hey guys.” Thomas sat down and alongside him Newt. Sonya wriggled her eyebrows at me, then shook her head. “Hey.” I replied. Thomas took the seat next to Minho. Leaving one seat open, guess where. Yup! Next to me.
      He smirked, dropping his bag on the tile flooring. I talked to Teresa and Sonya while Newt was hitting it off with the guys. Every once in a while. I would turn to face them and Newt would turn away. Was he staring at me? Teresa wrote something on a piece of paper, and then passed it over to me. I read it: He’s staring at you… I slowly looked over at him. Sure enough he was. I felt the heat rise up to the apples of my cheeks.
      When lunch was over, I made my way to English. I remembered that we were starting a project today that we would have to finish by Tuesday. I made my way back to my locker, hoping Newt wasn’t gonna nearly ram into me again. I grabbed my books then slammed my locker door shut. I jumped when I saw Newt on the other side. ”Oh my God!” He smiled. “Decided I wasn’t gonna try to kill you even though you were in my way.” I giggled, a smile plastered on my face. “I appreciate that.” “So… what class do you have?” Newt asked, his hands in his pockets as we walked down the crowded hall. “English. Mrs.[Name]. You?” I answered his question, trying to sneak my way past the dam of gossiping teens. I felt Newt take my hand, leading me through the enclosure. “Same… why do I never see you in any of my classes? Well, that we both have.” I rolled my eyes at him, I have been doing it so much today that it’s beginning to give me a headache. “Maybe because you think you are way too good for everyone.” I joked. He dropped his jaw as if offended, “Ouch!” I giggled, walking into my classroom.
      I don’t really talk to too many people in this class. The only friends I really have here are Minho and Sonya. I sat next to Sonya and Minho of course, Newt sat next to me. He kept talking to me until the bell rang. “Alright! In a moment, I’ll let you choose your partners. Ah ah! When I’m done. When you have  a partner,  one of you come up and I will assign you a prompt. Okay! Now you may find a partner.” Mrs.[Name] set us loose to find our partners. I turned to Sonya but saw that Minho already gotten ahold of her. “Looks like it’s just you and me.” Newt winked. I walked up to the front desk to get our prompt. I came back, plopping down in my desk. Newt leaned to see the prompt, his face so close that if he turned to look at me, we’d bump heads.
     Prompt: Pick ten quotes from the novel “Romeo and Juliet”. Describe what you think these mean and format it in a well- written essay. It must be at least two pages or 1,500 words.
      Once I read the prompt, we pulled our books out, skimming through for quotes. “Here.” I pointed out a quote from Juliet. Newt flipped to the page, “O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name; Or if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love And I’ll no longer be a Capulet.” He read the words from the think paper. His words rolling off of his tongue like silk. I found myself staring at him. “I like it.” I blinked, writing it down as it is. “Love is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs; Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers’ eyes; Being vex’d a sea nourish’d with lovers’ tears: What is it else? a madness most discreet, A choking gall and a preserving sweet.” I spoke the words with a passion, deep down, I’m a hopeless romantic. I noticed Newt staring at me with a slightly smile arching at the corners of his mouth. He shook his head, “Nothing.”
      We spent the rest of the hour searching for more quotes and jotting them down and taking notes on what we thought they meant. “If this is due Tuesday, then you should come to my house so we can work on it.” Newt suggested, keeping his eyes on his book. “I might need to know where you live.” I smiled lightly. “I’ll show you after school.” He replied, packing his supplies up. “Pst!” I heard a loud whisper, “Y/N!” I turned over my shoulder, Sonya waving at me to come over there. I obliged, standing next to her desk. “Don’t trust him. He doesn’t have time for a girlfriend. He’s just playing with you okay?” I nodded, a part of me hoping it would be a lie.
      The bell rang and I head to my final hour. Not too much happened there, just some review before the unit exam. I hate when teachers decide to put all our tests in the same week or time frame. The class flew by quick and I found myself walking out of class. I bumped into someone and mumbled a small sorry. “Of course love.” I could tell already by the thick accent that it was Newt. “So are you coming or not?” Newt smirked strutting out the doors of the school. I followed close behind.
      “So do you have like a car?” I tried to keep up with him as he drifted past teens on his skate board. “No but I have a board.” He snickered. “That’s not gonna work for me! I can barely keep up.” I whined, causing him to skid to a stop. “Fine. Then you ride.” I scoffed, laughing. “Come on. I’ll help you.” I sighed, hopping on the board, not literally. I’m not stupid. I stood on it, trying to keep my balance. “There you go!” he encouraged, “Give it a go. You can do it. And if you fail, I ‘ll catch you.” I felt my heart drop down to my stomach at his words. “I-I can’t!” I laughed, hesitating to even put my foot on the ground.          “Here.” Newt took my hands in his and gently pushed the board forward. I whimpered when I felt like I was going to fall on my butt. “Calm down. I got you.” Newt laughed, “Think you got it?” I slowly nodded as I became more confident. Newt slowly let go of my hands. Still keeping them close to me. I squealed as I pushed off a little. Newt ran to keep up with me as I started to get the hang of it. “That’s it! Look at you, you shank!
      “Lead the way!”  I laughed, as I began to get faster. ”Slow down and I will.” Newt panted as he caught up to me. “What if I don’t know how?” I attempted to stop. He sighed, running up to me. I felt the board tilt up, resulting in me falling back. I whimpered as I felt strong arms wrap around me. “I told you I wouldn’t let you fall.” I smiled at his comment. I blushed like an idiot when I realized that his arms were still wrapped around me. “Uhm..” I broke the silence. “Sorry.” He apologized, pulling his arms back. When his arms retracted, I felt… empty and cold. “For what?” I wanted to take it back so bad. Newt scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. “Sorry.” I mumbled, “Weird question.” “Not weird… if you weren’t really sorry for it.” I smiled, a few hours ago I hated him and now it’s like I’ve known him my entire life.
      It took a while, but we got to Newt’s house about ten minutes later. We walked in and climbed the stairs until we ended in his room. His room was quite simple. When I saw him I expected something with more… character? He collapsed onto his bed, cover in gray sheets and a black comforter. Newt patted the spot next to him. I sat down, shifting to get my things from my bag. “Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear!” Newt whispered. “What?” I looked at him and realized that he didn’t have his book or notebooks out. Then he repeated, “Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear!” “What about it?” I quirked an eyebrow up, confused about what he wanted to say for the quote. “In the novel, Romeo describe Juliet with, ‘Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear’. He’s saying just how beautiful she is. That she’s too beautiful for the world. In this case… I’m Romeo, saying it.” I smiled. Did he just call me? No! He’s just working. “It’s funny, you know, a few hours ago we couldn’t stand each other and it’s 5:30  and we act like we’ve known each other since kindergarten.” I looked down to the ground, then back up. Only this time, Newt was sitting much closer to me than he was before. He placed a hand on my cheek, leaning into me. My eyes flickered from his lips to his eyes. I gave up and closed the distance between us.
      I pulled away when my entire air supply was eliminated from my lungs. “I really, really like you, Y/N. I mean I know that all the popular people usually say that and play a girl or guy, but I mean it. I really do. And, I can’t help but feel… nervous and tingly when I ‘m around you. I guess I’m pretty much saying that I love you Y/N.” I smiled, pressing my lips to his again. I felt him kissed back instantly, as if he were going to do it before I was. “I love you too Newt.”


“Thomas,” you giggled as you stumbled towards him. You had gotten a hold of a jar of Gally’s horrible moonshine and drank a little more than you should have.

Thomas took one look at you and then immediately looked towards Newt for an explanation. “They must’ve gotten to the moonshine. Good luck, Tommy.” Newt winked and quickly left, knowing how bad you could get when you’re drunk.

“You know, Thomas, I have - I have a secret!” you burst out, plopping down next to him and leaning against him.

“Then why are you telling me?”

“Because I can trust you to not tell Thomas that I - that I like him!” Then you took off, leaving him there with flushed cheeks and a dumbfounded expression.