sorry this took me a million years to do anon

“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.


*Your POV*

“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.”

Sorry this took a million years to get to but it’s finally next on my list. Thank you for the kind words!

- he always has peppermint gum in his bag at school but would never share lmao

- V do you have any gum?

- me? gum? no sorry..

- he gets amazing grades except for when winter comes because that’s usually when his parents return from their travels and he fails pretty badly in school when that happens

- always SUPER early to school because he’s a morning person and surprisingly had a good sleeping schedule

- once dyed his hair light purple for like 4 days and it didn’t work out so back to blue he go

- Him and Jumin hung out constantly, after school they’d walk home together because they lived in the same neighborhood, they’d hardly ever walk to school together though only afterwards because V gets up too early for Jumin.

- V always had a hard time approaching people, his confidence didn’t come until later in life. He was a little socially anxious, but it wasn’t too bad. He was just nervous and jumbled his words too often.

- He got a job as a waiter to save up money for his first professional camera

- His memory is amazing so he did a great job at it too

- Used to feed all the stray cats in the neighborhood

- Him and Jumin would get a little bag of cereal and walk around feeding it to the kitties

- It wasn’t healthy food but his parents didn’t allow pets so that’s all he had to feed them at his house

- Also volunteered at an animal shelterer on the weekends.

anonymous asked:

For 5 head cannons how about once the marauders reunite on the train before 5th year and holy shit has puberty hit them all

i have a little brother who is currently thirteen and is going through puberty, and i am realizing retrospectively how horrifying puberty is, bc you’re basically just a little monster. like, everyone in the world who has ever gone through puberty has a stage where they are just a human disaster. it’s just part of life, man, bc you got weird things growing on your face, new hair in new places, brand new, terrible smells, and your emotions are all out of whack, and it’s just the worst thing in the world, and you’re a monster. (if you’re reading this, and you’re currently going through puberty, please know that this too shall pass.)

so anyway, my point is, it is simply fucking delightful to imagine the marauder’s going through this, so let’s do some headcanons, yeah? 

  • i headcanon remus as being a faster bloomer than his friends, and consequently, he had all the gross changes a little sooner, so during third or fourth year, they’d all give him shit bc he was breaking out all the time, and his voice kept cracking, and he was just in general very hilarious to look at. but then comes fifth year at the platform, and they all meet up, and since remus started young, he’s already gotten over the worst of it, and is actually starting to boarder on the edge of being attractive, meanwhile his friends are walking disasters, and he revels in it. he shows them no mercy. he mimics every voice crack sirus has. he tries to play connect-the-dots with james’ zits. he makes fun of the way peter shaves his face. he is having the time of his life, getting back for all their tormenting, what an asshole.
  • sirius is the exact opposite. while fifth year is the year remus starts to get hot, it’s the one year at hogwarts where sirius looks the worst. (anyone 18 or over can probably attest that there are just some pictures of yourself during adolescence that you’d rather burn than look at–this is that year for sirius.) he was a very handsome kid, and obviously gets super fucking bangin’ once this whole ordeal is over, but fifth year he is just this really awkward height, has terrible mood swings, cannot for the life of him figure out what he’s supposed to do with all the new hair, and it’s just terrible, and he is Suffering. (i realize that harry sees sirius in the pensive as a fifth year, and calls him attractive, but i would like to point out that harry is also fifteen at that time, and so has a skewed perspective. if he went back to that memory a few years later, he would be like, “lol, sirius looks like a fucking nerd.”)
  • so, along with puberty comes hormones, and often times, hormones bring up sex drives, and young boys with hormones and sex drives have so. many. awkward. boners. this is something they all just sort of bond over. awkward boner solidarity. (like, on the train, lily stops in the say something to remus, and when she leaves, james is just very indiscreetly crossing his legs, and even remus can’t give him shit for it, bc he’s been there (is still there, esp sharing a dorm with sirius), and since he’s been going through it longer than his friends, he’s just like, “make sure you always carry a book with you, dude. i don’t lug anthologies with me all the time just bc i like to read, ok?”) 
  • omg, it’s been like, over a decade since i grew at all (bc when i was ten my body got to 5′2″ and was like, “k, that’s enough.”) so i might just be being kind of nostalgic here, but imagine the marauder’s comparing height. like, peter and james standing back to back, and arguing about whether or not james’ hair counts as part of his height since it always sticks up. (remus is taller than everyone, so he gets to be the official judge of height.) (he rules that james’ hair does not count, and so he and peter are about the same size.)
  • i almost ended this post without talking about their voices! blasphemy, that’s my favorite part. they meet up on the platform, and all sound so different, it’s hilarious. like, remus, who’s voice had already started to change, is even deeper, like how? james and peter have respectably low voices at this point, too. sirius is getting there, but it’s hard to take him seriously with the voice cracks every five seconds. (i’m sorry, i’ve latched onto late bloomer!sirius black, and i am never letting go. i love it.) they try to do a sing-a-long (bc, come on, the marauders are totally a friend group that would 100% sing obnoxious songs on the top of their lungs all the time for the enjoyment/annoyance of their peers), but it takes them a while to get back into the swing of things, bc their note ranges are all over the place. it’s kind of a tone-deaf monstrosity for a while, but then, it never was that pretty sounding to begin with.

the end! thanks! sorry it took me a million years to get to this!

also sorry that i got long-winded. i’m very passionate about marauder puberty, apparently.