TMR Imagines and Preferences

AU Song Preference: I Love It When You Cry- Moxie Raia

Newt:

I love it when you cry
It shows that you're alive
I love it when you cry
The tears bring out your eyes

"Mama always said, dying was a part of life. I sure wish it wasn't." 

You had made it to the end of Forrest Gump, and had only cried two or three times, which was pretty good for you. The very last scene of the movie was always the worst however, and there were already drops of glass falling from your crystal eyes. You looked over at Newt, his face contorted in an odd expression. He was clenching his jaw and scrunching his eyebrows together, as if he was in pain and was trying to ignore it. 

"What's wrong baby?" you asked him, taking a hold of one of his icy hands. The movie played on, and as Forrest continued to talk to Jenny's headstone, the expression on Newt's face stayed. You weren't going to let this go, however. 

Pausing the movie, you turned on the couch to face him. "Newt, you know I don't play games like this. Tell me whatever is going on and we'll get through it, I just need to know what is going on. Right now I can't tell if you need an aspirin, a trip to the hospital, or a hug. Now, tell me what is happening." Newt broke his stare at the TV to look at you. His brows were low and cast shadows over his eyes, which was why you couldn't see the tears that would fall just seconds later. 

"I'm sorry, Y/N. I just, I didn't want you to think I was fragile or a baby. This movie makes me cry, but I just didn't want you to see me like that." Newt looked ashamed, and when he couldn't bring himself to meet your eyes, you knew he was being serious. 

"Newt!" you exclaimed. "Aren't I supposed to be the one you are fragile in front of? Can't you trust me that much? I love it when you cry, it shows that you're alive, and the tears bring out your eyes." 

Newt looked at you with curious eyes, searching for an answer. Your face was strong with resolve, and when it registered to him that you were the one, and the only one he could ever love this much, he gave in, meeting you softly on your lips with a salty kiss. 

Thomas:

Feels like you're a world away
As we're lying in this bed together
How you gonna say nothin'
Baby you can stay this numb forever

"Sweetheart," you whispered, using the nickname he only let you use when you were alone. Trying to wake Thomas up when he was asleep was usually a huge chore, but you knew he wasn't really sleeping. 

Giving him another nudge with your hand, Thomas finally rolled over to face you with a sigh. His eyes, while dry, were glazed over, and you could tell that with a little convincing, you would be able to get him to spill. Gently, you reached up and kissed his forehead, and then propped yourself up on one elbow. 

"Tommy, what's been going on lately? You've barely talked to be about anything but the weather and the results of the game from the night before. You're laying inches away from me, but it feels like you're a world away," you confessed, hoping to stir something up deep inside of him. 

Your eyes dropped to the sheets and you fingered a loose thread, waiting for an answer. 

"Nothing has been wrong with me, Y/N. Just haven't had much to say to you lately." Thomas blankly met your stare when you glared at him with indignance. 

"Are you kidding me? You haven't had much to say to me? What does that even mean, Thomas? We haven't spilled to each other in nearly two weeks, and we used to stay up every night because we couldn't stop talking!" you cried. Thomas was the sweetest guy you knew. He was always willing to spend the night staying awake with you if you had a bad dream, he didn't complain when you vented to him about work even when his own job was stressful, and he never acted as if he wasn't up to talk to you.