(DISCONTINUED) United - Newt X Reader

Chapter 3

Your PoV

Newt led me to a clearing. It looked like the majority of the boys were here. They all stared at me again. I looked at my feet.

Thankfully, Newt stepped in again. "Oy! What are you shanks all looking at? Don't bloody stare!" He barked. I shot him a grateful look. He smiled at me.

"Hey Y/n! Hey Newt!" A voice called. I turned around and saw the one and only, Minho. "T'sup Minho." I highfived  him. "Minho, Mate, fancy a wrestle? I've been bloody waiting all day." Newt challenged Minho. Minho nodded. "Your on." He replied.

~~Time skip to after the wrestling~~

Newt stood victoriously above Minho. "Hah! You gonna get up, shank?" He chuckled before holding out a hand for Minho to pull himself up with. Minho took it before replying. "Dude, I went easy on you. Next time I will beat you. Don't get too big headed just yet."

Newt came up to me. "So, Y/n. Didja like the fight?" He asked. I shook my head. "Well... Actually... I was watching Thomas eat. He's soooo cute!" I joked with him. Newt went pale. "Erm... You think that... Thomas is... Cute?" He sounded worried. I laughed and playfully punched his arm. "No! Of course not! I'm joking with ya!"

Newt looked relived. "Ah..." Was all he said. I grabbed his arm. "Come on! I'm starving!" I yelled, dragging him off to get some of Frypan's food. He chuckled at my enthusiasm. "Ok, ok. I'm coming!" Was his reply.

We grabbed a plate of beans and sausages each. Then Newt took me over to the drinks table. He picked a cup full of brown liquid up and spoke. "Now this is great. I have no idea what it is. But it's good. Want a cup?" I nodded and he handed me one. Then we headed out to sit around the campfire.

"Ok shanks! Let's play... Marry, kiss, kill. Alby, go first!" Minho shouted. Alby shrugged. "Ok. So... Marry, Frypan. His dinners are delicious!" Everyone laughed. "Kiss? Hmm... Clint, Because he's the only one who wouldn't punch me. And kill? Easy. The creators. Simples!" He finished, leaving the rest of us laughing. "Right, Y/n. Your turn."

Oh no. OHHHH no. Oh no oh no oh no. "Um... Marry... Minho because he's never here to actually be able to marry? Kill the grievers...? And....... K-kiss........." I mumbled.  Minho shouted at me to tell us. "Erm... Newt..." I mumbled so quiet that no one heard. I hoped. "Speak up!" Minho shouted.

"No! I said it. You just weren't paying enough attention." I turned my head to my left and saw... A blushing Newt? Oh no. Oh no oh no oh no OH NO.

"Hehe... Newt... Are you alright...?" I asked, felling myself blush too. He stared at me. "Y-y-yeah... Um... Y-y/n... Imightofkindaheardyou." He said very quickly. But I made it out. "Ah..." I replied before downing the drink Newt had recommended. It was quite nice.

Newt did the same and we both awkwardly looked back at Minho, who had taken over from my turn. I mentally face-palmed. Why did I say anything? Newt probably doesn't even like me. Urgh... I'm gonna get revenge on Minho...

~Time skip till after the game is over~

As everyone was going to the wrestling ring for more fighting, me and Newt got up at the same time. Our hands brushed, and I felt a spark. Then it was gone. I headed over in the direction that everyone else was going in.

I sat down, and some one sat next to me. "Go away, Minho." I almost growled. "How did you know it was me?" He asked in surprise. I just shook my head. "Okay then..." He replied, putting his hands up. With that, he left me alone. Yay for me.

As the night grew on, I felt weird, dizzy even. Then I had a thought. What if that drink was alcohol? Like, really strong alcohol? Newt said that he didn't know what it was. Oh no. (Again)

A different guy sat down next to me. Curious, I tilted my head to the right and saw Newt. "Heyyyyyyy Y-n" he said. Well, he's definitely drunk already. "Umm... Newt... How many of them drinks have you had?" I asked him. He glanced at the cup in his hand before replying. "Just four or five, whyyyyyy?" I grabbed it out of his hand. "I think that's enough now..."

He made a grab for it. And missed. I chuckled. He stared at me. "You havvvvvvee a niceeeeee laughh, Y/nnn." He slurred. I blushed. Just then a drunken Alby (Yea, ik.) stomped up to us. "Newt. Wrestle with biggggg Albyyy! Albbby wins everyyyy time!" At this Newt jumped up, wobbled a bit and replied. "You'ree on!"

And that was my evening sorted.

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A drunken Me and a drunken Newt were walking to bed.

"Heyyyyyy Newtie?"

"Yeaaaaa Y-nnn?"

"I meantt whaaa I swed in whe gwamw."

"Owh..."

"Goodnibt littlbe Newtie!"

"Gwoodnijt!"

A/n please don't judge my drunk people talking writing skills. Just please don't.