The Glade was covered in a thick layer of snow, turning the once familiar terrain into a winter wonderland. Newt, the Glade's second-in-command, had been tirelessly working alongside Y/N, his closest friend and crush and confidante. However, they couldn't resist the temptation of a snowball fight any longer.
Newt and Y/N found themselves on opposite ends of the Glade, preparing for the ultimate snowball battle. The chilly air filled their lungs as they gathered ammunition, meticulously crafting the perfect snowballs. Cheeks rosy from the cold, they exchanged a mischievous glance before the chaos ensued.
With a whoop, Y/N launched the first snowball, expertly aiming for Newt's shoulder. He swiftly ducked, narrowly avoiding the incoming frosty projectile . Laughing, he retaliated, firing a snowball that whizzed past Y/N's ear.
The Gladers gathered around, cheering and taking sides, ready to witness the thrilling showdown. Snowballs flew in every direction, creating an enchanting flurry of white. Newt and Y/N danced around, dodging and hurling snowballs at each other with incredible accuracy.
A snowball struck Newt's leg, causing him to stumble. Y/N took advantage of the momentary distraction and threw her snowball at a nearby tree causing a clump of snow that was already on it to fall on Newt, Poor Newt came back up with snow in his clothes and his face covered in thick cold snow which made him look a bit like Jack Frost.
As seen below (YOu get what I mean )
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Their snowball fight continued a delightful blend of playful competitiveness and genuine enjoyment. The Gladers couldn't help but join in, dividing into teams and adding to the flurry of snowball madness. The Glade echoed with laughter, the sound carrying through the crisp winter air.
As the sun began to set, casting a golden glow over the Glade, the snowball fight slowly came to a halt. Newt and Y/N stood back-to-back, surrounded by piles of snow, breathless but elated. Both were covered head to toe in snow, their cheeks rosy and smiles plastered on their faces.
At that moment, as the chaos subsided, Newt and Y/N locked eyes. They realized that the snowball fight had brought them even closer together, deepening the bond they already shared. Without a word, Newt leaned in and kissed y/n with his cold lips on her warm ones, his hands on her waist and cheek and her arms around his neck, The deep moment between the two gave Minho a chance with the other gladers to start pelting snow at the couple, there, The two pulled away laughing their laughter and Newt asked y/n to be his girlfriend before grabbing her hand and running around the Glade escaping Minho, Thomas and the rest of the gladers chasing them the two's laughter mingling with the sound of the surrounding Gladers.
The Glade was a place of hardship and mystery, but in that fleeting moment, it was also a place of joy and camaraderie. And in the memory of that snowball fight, Newt and Y/N would forever cherish the warmth that the Glade, and their friendship, brought to their hearts, even amidst the coldest of winters.
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