Thomas Brodie-Sangster/Newt Imagines

Baby, I'd Do Anthing For You // TBS

Days spent without Thomas were getting more and more common each week and you were honestly getting tired of it. You knew he had work, but sometimes he seemed to be staying out too late, as if there was something else going on. Whatever it was, you were determined to find out. You sat on the couch biting your nails nervously as the clock read 1:30am. You closed your eyes and sighed. Most nights were like this, you alone on the couch until you decided to go off to bed without Thomas. And when you would wake up, he would already be gone. Your thoughts were interrupted when the front door closed, signaling that your boyfriend was finally home. You heard him place down his bags and turn a light on. Thomas turned the corner and stopped when he saw you sitting there since you were usually asleep by now. "Y/N? What are you doing up?" he asked with a hint of sternness in his tone. He walked over to the fridge and grabbed a beer making you flinch. You hated it when he drank. You swiftly got out of your seat and followed him. "Thomas," you said softly making him turn around to look at you. His dark brown eyes met yours, stealing the breath out of you for a moment before you regained your posture and frowned. "You're never home anymore," you said quietly trying not to get him worked up. His eyes squinted and then he was gone, walking away from you as a lump formed in your throat. You turned around and watched him walking towards your shared bedroom and suddenly something inside you snapped. You were not going to let him walk away like that, you needed him to hear you out. You quickened your pace over to him before grabbing his arm and stopping him. He shrugged your hand off and faced you. His eyes were filled with anger and you knew what was about to happen. "Y/N," he warned, but you shook your head. "No, Thomas! All I ever do is wait for you to come home and I'm sick of it!" you yelled, instantly regretting it when you saw the look on Thomas's face. He breathed heavily and you could see the tight grip on his beer. "God dammit, Y/N! I'm fucking working," he raised his voice much higher than yours. Right away, you felt tears begin to form in your eyes, but you tried your best not to let them fall in front of him. "I know that! But you're out so late and I know that you're not working that late! So would you like to tell me what exactly it is you're doing until 1:30 in the morning!" you screamed at him, your voice hoarse and raspy. Thomas threw his beer bottle against the wall, making you flinch and take a few steps back. His eyes swarmed with anger and his veins were visible through his neck. "You want to know what I'm doing? I'm fucking getting away from your annoying ass because all you ever do is bitch around when I'm home! And I fucking tired of it! Why else do you think I'm never home? I'm trying to get away from you!" he roared. And suddenly your tears fell and your lip trembled. And then you had bolted to your bedroom, away from Thomas and his words that cut through you like a knife. You quickly slammed the door shut and locked it making sure he could not get in. You threw yourself onto the bed and sobbed. Everything inside of you hurt and it was all finally crashing down. Thomas was tired of you, he didn't want you around anymore and you were the reason he was gone all this time. Your body shook and your hands trembled as tears continued to pour out of your eyes. Thomas was outside of your door, instantly regretting every single word that came out of his mouth and he knew that he had messed up big time. His heart broke with the sound of you crying and whimpering, but he knew it was all because of him. He knocked on your door softly making you hold your breath as if maybe he wouldn't find you. "Y/N," you heard him whisper as his voice cracked making your heart hurt. You hated when he was sad. You were silent on the other side of the door and Thomas sighed. "Baby, please let me in," he begged as he leaned his head against the door. All you wanted to do was open the door and melt in his embrace, but what he had said hurt you a lot. "Please, Y/N. You know I love you," he said. And within seconds you were standing there in front of him, your hair a mess and your eyes red and puffy as your lip still trembled like you'd break down any minute. "Y/N," he whispered and then he arms were wrapped around you so tightly like he was afraid to let you go. You cried into his chest, your tears stained against his shirt, but he didn't care. All he cared about was you right now. "I'm so sorry. God, baby, I'm so sorry. Please forgive me," he whispered into your hair. Silence between you two passed until your breathing had grown to normal and your eyes were somewhat dry. You pulled back from Thomas's arms. He lifted your chin gently so that you were looking back into his dark brown eyes, but this time they were filled with nothing but love. He moved strands of hair out of your face before smiling down at you and kissing your forehead lightly. "I love you so damn much," he murmured and you smiled up at him knowing he had meant it. "I love you, too," you said making him grin at you before crashing his lips onto yours with everything he had. His kiss was full of passion and love, stealing the breath right out of your lungs. He picked you up easily and carried you to the bed, his lips still on yours. He placed you down gently and climbed on top of you as his elbows kept his weight from crushing you. His face was inches from yours as you held his face in your hands and smiled at him. Thomas knew he was long forgiven, but he still apologized anyway. "It's okay," you said softly closing your eyes as he looked at you carefully. "I'll take off work tomorrow and we can spend the entire day together however you'd like," he said quickly making your eyes open. "You'd do that?" you asked him surprised. He chuckled, "Baby, I'd do anything for you." You squealed with excitement making him laugh, but you quickly shut him up with another kiss. And when you woke up the next morning he was there right beside you, like he said. He spent the entire day doing everything you wanted showing you how much he loved you.