angelic - newt x reader

2

The next morning, you woke to the soft hum of the Glade stirring, the sun just beginning to peek through the trees. You stretched out, feeling the cool morning air against your skin, and slowly made your way to the small sink near your bed.

The water was fresh, and you splashed your face, the chill waking you up fully. As you looked into the reflection, your eyes traced the features before you. Your white nightdress clung lightly to your frame, the soft fabric brushing against your skin as you stood there. The thin straps of the dress rested delicately on your shoulders, and the lace trim along the edges gave it a simple yet graceful touch.

Your collarbones were prominent, curving softly beneath your skin, and your soft skin seemed to glow in the morning light. Your full lips, naturally pink and soft, were slightly parted as you looked at yourself. Doll-like features framed your face—your big, e/c eyes stood out, and your button nose added a sense of innocence to your expression. Long strands of your h/c hair cascaded over your shoulders, the waves brushing the tops of your ribs, framing your face gently.

For a moment, you just stared at your reflection, not really thinking, just taking in the quiet before the day began.

You brushed your teeth and grabbed your clothes from the small pile by your bed, slipping into a black long-sleeve top, which was just the slightest bit baggy on you, and pulling on your black cargo pants. You then effortlessly pulled your h/c hair into a ponytail, leaving a few strands to fall loosely around your face. You gave yourself a final glance in the mirror, making sure everything was in place before heading out. The Glade was already stirring, and you were ready to face whatever the day would bring.

You stepped out of your room and saw Alby approaching. He was around nineteen or twenty, just a couple of years older than you. His tall frame moved with an easy confidence, and his dark hair was slightly tousled. His deep-set eyes carried the weight of responsibility, yet there was kindness in his eyes when he spoke. His clothes were simple, just a plain shirt and pants, but he still had a way of carrying himself that made him seem older and more experienced.

"Morning, Y/N," he greeted softly, offering a small nod.

"Morning, Alby," you replied with a friendly smile. "How's everything going?"

He gave a slight shrug, his tone relaxed. "Same old, you know? Busy, but it's manageable. How about you?"

"Good," you answered. "Got a few things to get done, but nothing too crazy."

"Glad to hear it," Alby said with a small smile before continuing on his way, while you headed in the opposite direction to start your day.

You made your way to the Glade's kitchen, the familiar buzz of activity around you as the other boys prepared their meals. As you stepped into the room, you spotted Chuck sitting at one of the tables, looking a little lost in thought as he poked at his food.

He looked up when you approached and gave you a shy but warm smile. "Hey, Y/N," he greeted, his voice still carrying that hint of sleepiness.

"Hey, Chuck," you replied softly, returning his smile as you slid into the seat across from him.

You reached for a piece of toast, tearing it into pieces and taking a bite. The kitchen was noisy as usual, with the boys talking over each other while they ate, but it felt different with Chuck here—like the Glade was just a little bit less overwhelming.

As you ate, you noticed him glancing over at you every now and then, his eyes still a bit uncertain but kind. You gave him a reassuring smile whenever he caught your gaze, knowing he wasn't quite as confident as some of the others, but that was part of what made him so endearing.