“I don’t get jealous.”
Request: could you do one where someone from the gale is trying to flirt with you but newt (your boyfriend) sees and he comes over to you and just starts acting all cutesy and boyfriendy (are those even words lol?) in front of the guy and can it be really fluffy? Sorry if thats a little confusing or complicated aha
A/N: inspiration for this came from this cute ass gif. I hope you like it anon, I’m sorry it took me ten million years, but aye better late than never am i right? Any who, I’m slowly catching up to all my requests now, so if you’ve requested it will be up relatively soon! :)
*3rd person POV*
“Alright, Greenie,” Newt says, greeting the stocky boy at his hammock “Now that you’ve settled in a little, are ya ready for the tour?”
The Greenie stands and looks up the older boy, “Yeah, I guess so.”
“That’s what I’m talking about,” Newt says, clapping him on the back, “Now what’s the name again? Lawrence?”
“Uh no,” The boy shuffles uncomfortably, “It’s Liam.”
“Ah right, sorry Greenie, I got too many bloody names floatin’ around in this head of mine. Let’s get on with it shall we?”
Newt towered a good 6 inches over the boy, but what he lacked in height he made up for in his muscle. Newt was tall and slender, while Liam was shorter and bulkier. He seemed to be about a year or so younger than Newt, and his dark hair and piercing bright blue eyes were a stark contrast to Newt’s blonde hair and dark brown eyes.
The more he took him around the Glade, the more Liam seemed to come out of his shell, which gave Newt a good feeling about him – most Greenies were still scared out of their wits at the tour. It was a good thing Alby wasn’t giving it because the kid asked lots of questions and he would’ve bit the poor kid’s head off.
“Okay, Greenbean, we’re back at the Box, I think that about sums up the tour for now.” Newt says. “Your training with the first keeper starts tomorrow at the Wake-Up. For now, why don’t you go get some food and maybe watch people work, get an idea of where you might want to fit in here.”
“Wait,” Liam says, clearly not getting a word of what Newt had just said, “Who is that?”
Newt doesn’t need to look up to know who he’s talking about, though he does anyway and a small smile finds its way on his lips. Liam’s finger is pointing to a girl eating with Thomas in Fry’s kitchen, the delightful peals of her laughter easily heard from where the two stood.
“That would be (Y/N),” Newt says, “She’s the only girl here. Nobody knows why she’s different, but she’s here and she’s one of us now. Bloody tougher than you are, that’s for sure.” Newt punches him in the arm.
The kid wouldn’t take his eyes off of her, “She’s super hot. Does she have a boyfriend?”
Newt internally groans, “Yeah, in fact, she does.”
“Damn,” Liam mutters, “Who is it?”
“Me,” Newt says, crossing his arms with a smirk on his face.
“Oh, I’m sorry, dude. I didn’t mean to–”
Newt cuts him off with a laugh, “Don’t worry about it. As long as you don’t try anything, there won’t be any problems. I don’t get jealous, she’s the only girl surround by at least sixty guys. If I got jealous every time someone looked at her, I’d go out of my buggin’ skull.”
“Yeah, yeah, dude, of course. I understand.”
However, the Greenie’s inability to take his eyes off of her, even as he said those words, left Newt with a feeling of unease.
“Hey . . hey Thomas,” Minho says, trying to stifle a laugh, “Does my hair look pretty?”
You were sitting with Thomas and Minho at the greenie bonfire, a choice you were seriously starting to regret right about now. Hanging out with them was always fun until it passed a certain point in the night – when they had both consumed far too many cups of Gally’s recipe.
“Dude your hair amazes me half the time …”
“Okay, you’re both too drunk, that’s my cue.” You stand and brush the dirt off of your pants, tuning out the rest of Thomas’s speech about the state of Minho’s quiff. Your eyes search the ring of Gladers for your favorite blonde boy, and you spot him perched on a log next to Alby, the leader with a genuine smile on his face as he spoke to him. Newt was one of the few people who could still make Alby smile – he had a way of making people feel at ease.
They both smile at you as you approach, and you sit down on the log next to Newt.
“Hey, love,” He says, putting an arm around your shoulders and pulling you in to place a kiss on your temple. “Tommy and Minho get too out of control?”
You laugh and nod, “Minho started asking Thomas about his hair, I had to get out of there.”
He laughs too, “Well it’s safe over here, want me to get you a drink?”
“Sure,” You smile, “anything but Gally’s recipe, someone here needs to be sober in the morning.”
“You’re right,” Alby says, “I think I better head off to bed, sleep these shuck drinks off so I can function tomorrow.”
Alby heads off to sleep, and Newt to get your drink, so you patiently sit and wait for his return as you nonchalantly pick at your nails. However, after five minutes of waiting, he still hadn’t returned, and you stand to go figure out what was holding him up. You hardly get three steps away before the Greenie steps in.
“Hey, (Y/N), right? I’m Liam.”
Ironically, the party was dedicated to him, yet you hadn’t expected to talk to him. Usually Greenies were too shy to talk to anyone at this point – especially you, being the only girl.
“Yeah, I’m (Y/N). Nice to meet you.” You smile.
He hands you a cup, “I noticed you were sitting alone, so I thought I’d bring you a drink.”
“Thank you, that was nice!” You say, a bit taken aback, “You didn’t have to do that, my boyfriend went off to get me one, but I don’t know where he ran off to.”
He seemed to ignore your subtle hint, “No it’s okay, I wanted to.”
Seeing no other option, you take a small sip of the drink and have try your best not to spit it out and gag. Gally’s recipe. The only thing you didn’t want to drink. You just force a smile onto your face and lower the drink from your mouth.
“So, is it weird being the only girl here?” he asks after an awkward pause.
“I think everyone has gotten used to it by now. I’d say I fit in here just as much as the rest of them.”
“Yeah, but don’t you get hit on a lot?”
Man, you think to yourself. He really doesn’t beat around the bush.
You decided to do the same, “Never actually. The Gladers respect me and they respect Newt.” You’re hoping to get across the message that you weren’t interested. “Plus they know he would kick their ass if they tried anything.” You add as an afterthought.
He reaches out and brushes a strand of your hair behind your ear, “Well, I hope he knows what a catch he’s got.”
You stiffen and have to try hard not to flinch. You wanted nothing more than to get out of this uncomfortable conversation. You have no idea how to respond, and luckily you don’t have to. You can see Newt striding powerfully towards the two of you, an expression of fury etched onto his features.
“Excuse me,” Newt says, roughly pushing Liam out of the way and grabbing you in his arms. He leans down and kisses you hard and passionately, making a point to slowly slide his hands down your back and pull you in closer. You smile into the kiss, enjoying this aggressive side of Newt, and you drop the drink as your hands make their way around his neck, trailing up and into his hair.
When Newt finally breaks the kiss, you look around for the Greenie, but he has disappeared.
“That’ll show the buggin’ twat,” Newt says gruffly, “If he has any sense he won’t show his face to me for awhile. I’ll give him a bloody earful.” You smile up at him, a smirk playing at your lips. “What?” He asks innocently.
As cuddly and sweet as Newt was when you were alone, he was not one for PDA – especially in front of Greenies. Aside from the occasional peck or handhold, he wanted to keep his public image as clean and professional as possible. This was part of the reason the Gladers respected him so much.
“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were jealous,” You tease.
“Of course not, you know I don’t get jealous!”
You raise your eyebrows, “Newt,”
He sighs, “You should’ve heard the way he talked about you this morning and the way he wouldn’t stop looking at you and he’s got blue eyes and–”
You put your hands on his cheeks so he would look at you and listen, “And you should hear the way I’m sure every other Glader talks about me when we’re not around. Or looks at me when they think we won’t notice. It means nothing.” You say. “And I love your adorable brown eyes,” You add with a laugh.
“I guess so, but–”
“And you should hear the way you talk about me and see the way you look at me. It’s the only way I want someone to look at me. Like I’m not just some pretty face, like I’m a person that you love and care about. It’s the same way I look at you. And you’re the only one in here who I will ever look at like that.”
He smiles, accepting defeat “You’re right, as usual. I love you.”
“I love you too,” You smile, getting on your tiptoes and pecking him on the lips once more, “So can I get my drink now?”
He laughs and grabs your hand, “Yeah, yeah, of course, let’s go.”