TMR/TBS Imagines

Newt // Domestic Moments (Pt.3)

Another bonfire night meant one more boy was added into the mess of the glade. Intoxicated boys jumped around the fire while others joined in mindless games just to pass the time. Others, like Newt and myself, found a small place away from the rowdy boys where we could spend time together.

Being as we were the only couple in the glade since I happened to be the only girl, we kept ourselves very hidden to keep from upsetting the balance of the glade. Nonetheless this didn't stop Newt from giving me quick kisses while we worked in the gardens.

I was sat between Newt's legs facing the sealed maze doors. He was gently brushing his fingers through my long strands of hair, only tugging if a small knot was found. He was sure to be gentle with me even with something as simple as this.

After a while of soft tugs at my hair, he draped my hair over my shoulder in a neat braid. I played with the end and spun around until I was sitting in his lap and facing him.

"Wow Newt! Where did you learn to braid hair like this?" I asked. He just shrugged and smiled at me while admiring his work.

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"Hey Fry, have you seen Newt?" I asked the cook after searching the glade for the missing second in command. Alby had requested him for a moment but that was over two hours ago and I was a little worried now.

"Not since breakfast. Sorry hun," he smiled and returned to chopping vegetables for tonight's dinner.

I decided to check the council hall seeing as it was the only place he could have still been hiding. Maybe he just needed a few minutes to himself. I mean he is very stressed helping Alby run the glade so it seemed only fitting at one point or another, he would lose it.

I walked into the council hall and finally saw Newt. He was facing away from the door with his finger nail between his teeth

"I'm not in the bloody mood right now. Just leave me alone," he groaned. I knew he was just stressed so I was going to give him his space.

"Alright... I'm here if you need me," I said turning back towards the door.

"Wait!" He stopped me. "I'm sorry love. I thought you were bloody Gally or something. Please, stay with me and don't go?"

"Of course," I said walking back over to him. I lifted his chin and noticed the dark bags under his eyes and the amount of exhaustion written on his face. "What's got you so stressed, my love?"

He sighed and put his hands on my waist. "It's just... it's just that... those boys expect so much out of me just because Alby made me second in command. It's hard to run around the glade with bum leg hurting every time I step on it. And I just feel so alone cause I can't tell any of the others how I feel or they'll say I'm weak or some other bloody thing like that."

"Hey, calm down. Look you are not alone. I'm right here. I'm not doing anything so give me some of your bloody jobs," I said mocking his over use of the word 'bloody'. "And everyone doesn't expect that out of you. They look up to you Newt, not down on you. They're just finding somewhere to take their anger and worry out on and it's happening to be you and Alby."

"Thanks love. I don't know what I'd do without you," he said rubbing our noses together.

"And as for your leg," I said pulling him over to one of the seats for the keepers. I kneeled in front of him and took off his shoe from his right leg. "This is a one time deal, Newt."

I then began to give him a soft foot massage to help ease the pain of his ankle. He moaned in appreciation, making me laugh and work harder.

"You're so perfect, love. What did I do to deserve you?"

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I sat beside Newt who was busy scoffing down a plate of Frypan's famous mashed potatoes. He hadn't even looked up from his plate since he began eating. I just stared at him with loving eyes wondering 'was this the boy I was really in love with'?

He suddenly cried out and dropped his fork. He swallowed his food and put his fingers up to his bottom lip.

"Are you alright?" I asked unsure of his sudden outburst.

"Yeah I just bit my bloody lip," he said poking at it.

"Want me to kiss it to make it feel better?" I offered with a smirk.

"... yes," he said leaning in.

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Another month went by of the same strict routine until we reached another bonfire.  Newt and I were in our usual place: facing the maze walls with our backs against a tipped over tree. Our hands were intertwined in his lap and my head was rested gently on his shoulder. The smell of mint and Gally's drink radiated off him and happily filled my nose.

We could hear the drunk boys behind us cheering or shouting at two boys inside the ring. I looked up at Newt who was staring off at the tall walls trapping us inside the glade.

I carefully played with the ends of his hair before tracing my finger over his jawline and returning to snuggling into his side.

"You're so handsome, Newt," I whispered randomly. I just wanted him to know how I felt about him since he was very self conscious around the other boys. He didn't think he was as fit as the others or as useful due to his limp. I saw the opposite though, and I wanted him to see what I saw.

"Love?" He asked sitting me up. "What do I look like?"

I was a little confused by the question. I mean it was himself, he should know what he looked like. But then I thought about it. We don't have mirrors in the glade. None of us have actually see what we look like, only believing what someone says.

"Well," I began before sitting up right. "You have dirty blonde hair, similar to Gally's in a way, but yours is fluffy and you usually swoosh it to the right side of your face-," I giggled and bounced his hair. I then brought my fingers to his cheeks.

"-you have very distinct features, Newtie. You have a sharp cut jawline which is very attractive by the way, and very squish-able cheeks. When you smile, your eyes squint together which blocks your eyes." I took a big breath which made him smile.

"-your eyes. Oh, your eyes. They're a deep brown, like the color of your strap. When you're really angry or really turned on though, they turn an even darker color that's close to black. Also, when your angry or worried, your eyebrows scrunched together in a cute way that just makes me melt. And you have a cute little nose that I enjoy kissing an awful lot." I brought my finger down and grazed it across his lips.

"And last but certainly not least, your lips. Well I think they're one of my favorite things about you if I had to choose. They're thin, yes, but they fit against mine perfectly. And they're a nice shade of pink, like the color of strawberries. You have nice pearly teeth without any mistakes in them at all. You just look... perfect."

His cheeks were a deep shade of red as he hid a large smile that was begging to show on his face. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into his chest. He placed soft kisses on the corners of my lips before finally giving in and kissing my lips. The kiss was soft but as usual, full of passion.

"What would I do without my gorgeous girlfriend?" He sighed and cradled me as if I was an infant.

"It's your turn. Tell me what I look like," I smiled and pecked his cheek.

"Alright, well first you have..."