Newt imagines.

Imagine 6

"Thomas" you call out into your apartment as you walk through the door of your apartment. 

Did he leave already? you think to yourself with a sudden swift of dread. You wanted to spend a little time with him before he flies to America to  shoot another  movie. But not just any movie. Only your favorite fandom of all time, The Maze Runner.  You just can't get over it. You're so excited and your not even the one acting in it. And the best part is that Thomas is playing your favorite character. The one and only newt.
     "Thomas?"
You call out agian, but less confident that he's even home. You walked into the bed room that you both share. And lying on the bed with tousled blond hair was thomas.
A sudden relief struck you. He's still here. And yet...sleeping. you take a step forward, walking over to the bedside. He looked so young and innocent while asleep. You know he's probably exhausted from his long day at work and you decide not to wake him.
He looked just so perfect sleeping there. And you know he's probably exhausted from his long day at work.
His jawline was so sharp and his body so lean and tone.
I wanna wright on his face you think to yourself with a mischievous grin.

Oh but he'll get angry, you contradict yourself.

But you did have a water based pen...that washes off easy.

You took a quick look around the room. Spotting your pen sitting on the dresser a couple of feet away, you turned away from the sleeping Thomas to reach for it. All of a sudden something came out and slithered around your waist. The arms tightened around you, but before you got the chance to scream, your body was trusted onto the bed below. You could feel a sudden warmth on your back as two arms danced around your waist. Thomas pulled you right up against him, leaving no gaps.

"Good morning my love", he replied sweetly." Your very brave to attack me in my sleep". Sarcasm leaked from his lips, though he still sounded exhausted.
"Atrack?" You exclaim."Look who's talking. Let me go". You wiggled to try to escape his tight embrace.

"Nope" he replied calmly." This is your punishment".

"Punishment? For what?".

"Or instead you can just make it up to me" he grinned mischievously, ignoring your previous question.

"And how do you propose I do that? I've done nothing wrong!" Your tone becomes more and more defensive with out your realization. But news eyes only soften.

"Like this" he said and crashed his lips into yours.

"This is my punishment?" You ask after you break away, leaving a tingling feeling where the tender kiss once was.

Newt grinned. " can you handle it?" He asked.

" Oh no! It's torturing me. Please! I beg of you, have mercy on my pathetic soul!" You cry out dramatically.
"Whatever" he said playfully and kissed you agian. His hand brushed smoothly through your hair and onto your neck.

"Oh I totally forgot" he stopped and sat up." Preoccupied I guess" he grinned agian.

"Oh no. Did I preoccupy you?" You say unsympathectically.

"I'm heading out tomarrow" he says continuing to play with your hair.

"Oh...that soon?" You try to hide your disappointment.

"Yes. I just have to go and pick up the plane tickets tomarrow".

You look up at him confused. "Tickets?" You ask.

" yeah. Your coming with me. We shoot the first scene of the death cure Tuesday" he said this not as a request, but as if it were a mere fact".

Suddenly your face lit up. "What?!" You cry with excitment. "Oh my god! I get to meet Dylan O'brein."

" woa! Hey now. You in love with me".

"And always will be" you smile up at him.

"Besides. I've always preferred newt over Thomas anyways".