TMR/TBS Imagines

Newt // Domestic Moments (Pt.1)

Newt was being very distant lately but only when other boys were around. He would carefully place himself away from me when another boy decided to talk to us or specifically me. His face would sink and his expression would immediately lose any ounce of happiness.

I wasn't sure what was happening but I wanted to make sure my boyfriend was okay, so I decided to finally bring it up.

He was busy being his strong second in command self when I approached him. He had just finished dealing with a small issue between two bickering gladers.

"Newt?" I asked in a small voice behind him. He spun around and widened his eyes once he saw me. He quickly adverted his eyes to the ground and started walking away from me. But I ran up and placed my hands on his shoulders.

"Newt, talk to me. If it's something I did just tell me so I can fix it. I don't want you to be upset with me, ever," I said letting my hands fall at my sides. I lifted his chin so our eyes were forced to meet.

"You didn't do anything wrong. You're just too... too..." he took a long pause and slowly lifted his head. "Do you still love me?"

His question took me back, literally, I took a small step back. His hurt expression only made me feel the same upset feeling inside my stomach.

"Of course I do. I love you more than I could possibly tell you. Why are you asking me this?" He closed his eyes and buried his hands in his hair. He scoffed at himself as if he just made the stupidest mistake he could have.

"I feel like there are better guys in the glade for you. I mean look at he runners," he said pointing to the maze doors, "they're so strong and brave and fit and I'm just... I'm just a stick boy with a limp."

I closed the distance between us and placed my palm against his cheek. His glossy eyes searched my entire face before locking on my eyes.

"Don't ever think that just because you have a limp you're any less important or amazing because of it. I think you're fit just the way you are- not a hard wall like Minho but that's how I like you. You're soft and that gives me something to hold onto when we cuddle," I smiled which forced one onto his face as well.

"And I happen to know what job you had before you were second in command. You were the strong runner, the fastest runner there was. You were just too strong for too long and it took a tole on you," I said gesturing to his leg. "But you're the only one that makes butterflies squirm in my stomach when you touch me. You're the only one who makes me smile just by looking at me. Only you make me feel like I'm alive inside of a dangerous maze. You're the only boys arms I wanna wake up inside. The only boy I wanna hug, and kiss, and dance with, and eat with, and shuck, garden with. You're not ENOUGH Newt, you're my everything."

I pulled his neck towards me until our lips met for the hundredth time. But like usual, chills shot up my spine once his fingers touched my bare skin.

"I don't wanna lose you," he whispered.

"You won't ever lose me," I smiled and pulled our lips back together for a deeper and longer kiss.

"Does that answer your question?" I asked after we broke apart. A large grin spread over his face and he slid his hands down to my waist.

"Yeah, but I'm not quite clear on it yet. Can you show me again?" I giggled before kissing him again, but this time a lot more passionately.

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Dinner was usually consisting of just Newt and I but tonight Minho decided to join us since Thomas was busy flirting with Teresa somewhere else in the glade. We didn't mind considering Minho started most of the conversations so we just had to join in easily.

Newt and I were sitting as close as possible, like usual, each with a plate in front of us. We ate slowly since every few seconds we would share a glance, a smirk or a quick peck just to show our affection.

"You shanks are adorable," Minho cooed and placed his chin in his palms that were propped up on the table. His grin spread from ear to ear and his eyes darting between each of us.

I turned to look at Newt, who was already staring at me. I smiled which made him smile. He started leaning in again so I puckered my lips slightly waiting for him to kiss me. Only he didn't.

His face directed towards my hair and he grabbed a group of stands and put them up to his nose.

"Your hair is nice, love," he said making my jaw drop and my cheeks flush red.

Minho suddenly fell over laughing with his hand over his stomach. Newt sat back in his seat and looked between Minho and I. I pushed Newt playfully on the shoulder.

"Newt!" I squealed.

"What?" He asked confused.

"She thought you were gonna kiss her again," Minho wheezed before falling into a fit of laughter again.

"Aww love," Newt smirked and placed his hand around my waist. "I wouldn't mind kissing you again."

I leaned in this time and quickly leaned into his ear instead so he accidentally kissed my hair. I giggled before whispering in his ear, "Payback." I pecked his cheek and left the table with Newt's jaw dropped and Minho laughing louder than before.

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I woke up later than usual with Newt sleepily looking down at me. I was lying across his chest with my hand softly clinging onto his left bicep. I smiled and pecked a soft kiss on his bare chest.

"Morning Newtie," I smiled making him return it like usual.

"Morning love. We have to get going. Tommy and Minho wanted to meet us for breakfast," he explained pecking my forehead. I groaned and buried my face in his shoulder.

"Nooo," I whined. "I wanna go back to sleep."

"No love. We have work to do. I already let you sleep in a little later than usual so come on." He carefully set me onto the cot so he could climb out of the bed. He stood up beside the bed in only his stained pink boxers. I giggled making him hit me with a pillow.

"They were red once. Chuck washed them a few too many times," he said defensively.

"Don't worry, Newtie. They look cute," I giggled and watched him slip on his only outfit given to him when he awoke in the box three years ago with me.

"If your not up and dressed in five minutes, I'll have to take matters into my own hands," he smirked and crossed his arms over his chest.

"Fight me," I smirked and sat my head back on our pillow. My eyes immediately closed again but not before I heard Newt curse while tripping over a pair of his own boxers he left on the floor.

A few minutes later, Newt came in and crouched beside the bed. He pushed the hair out of my eyes before pecking soft kisses to my cheeks. This was how we usually woke each other up unless we wanted to be annoying and then we'd poke them or shake them for a while.

"Love, get up," he said. I shook my head no, still against the pillow. "If you don't, I'll make sure you get the fertilizer every time it's needed for a week."

I opened my eyes and propped myself up on my elbows. "Mister second in command is abusing his power now, isn't he?"

"No, I'm black mailing my girlfriend," he replied.

Suddenly, a wave of cold water crashed over me. I gasped and look in the direction that the water came from. Thomas stood in the doorframe with an empty bucket in his hands and his eyes open wide.

"So I see you woke her up?" He said as if he was asking a question. He laughed innocently before dropping the bucket and running out the door.

I chased after him for a few minutes until I tackled him onto the floor with most of the gladers in a fit of laughter.