TMR/TBS Imagines

Newt // Drunk

*This one has to use a name only because there's a joke I wanna use*

Bonfire nights were the best nights in the glade. It was the nights where boys partied, danced, wrestled and drank until they forgot their names... again. There were nights that Newt and I sat under a tree giggling at the drunk boys and other nights where we took turns drinking so the other could keep the other in track. There was only once that we were drunk together and it really didn't end well.

Tonight was no exception. Newt had the drinks in his hand so that meant it was his turn. He took my jar and downed the rest until he became drunk enough to wanna stop.

"Hey love?" He asked poking my cheek.

"Yes Newt?" I asked suppressing a smile.

"Your hair!" He shrieked suddenly making me jump. "It's the color Amber. Which matches my drink. But wait... that's your name! So that means... I'm drinking you! I'm drinking my girlfriend!"

I giggled at the way his alcohol induced brain worked and put my hand on his shoulder. "I'm right here. You are not drinking me."

"Oh, good." He smiled but instantly lost it when Thomas came over.

"Hey guys. How's the bonfire?" He asked sitting beside me. Newt subconsciously put his hands around my waist and set his head on my shoulder.

"He's only had one freakout so far so I'm happy," I giggled when Newt hid behind my shoulder to glare at Thomas who was, as usual, complexity oblivious. "How does it feel to not be the greenie anymore?"

"Buggin awesome! Somebody else has to go through what I went through." He suddenly lost his excitement and put his hand over mine. "Thanks for helping me this month. I know I have a lot to learn so, thanks."

"No problem, Tommy," I said. Newt squeezed me tighter until he was leaning over me with his finger pointed at Thomas.

"She's my girl, Tommy. Stop being so... so... charming with her. I'm her prince so shuck off," he demanded while slurring most of his words. It made sense though. He was always a protective boyfriend.

"I'll uh, see you later guys," Thomas said getting up and rushing to find the smallest and most innocent glader named Chuck.

"Newt," I said sternly while looking down at him. He had his head in my lap and played with the ends of my long hair. "That was mean to do to Thomas."

"I didn't want Tommy to leave. I just wanted him to know you're mine," he said poking my cheek again. To make him laugh, I puffed out my cheeks and blew the air out when he pushed on them. He giggled loudly in my lap until he buried his head in my thigh after placing soft kisses on my bare skin. I brushed my fingers through his messy hair until no knots remained.

"You're such a cute drunk," I whispered not bothering if he heard or not.

"And I'm not cute when I'm sober?" He asked closing his eyes. I pushed him off my lap and onto the log before getting up. I put one of his arms over my shoulder and attempted to pull him to his feet.

"I think it's time for you to go to sleep," I said pushing on his chest so he would stay upright.

"Nooo," he whined, "I wanna stay here."

He was fighting me a little even through his disoriented mind. I realized I needed help if I wanted to get him all the way to the homestead to our room.

"Hey Tommy!" I called to Thomas who was shoveling food into his mouth. "Can you come help me?"

He rushed over and pulled Newt's other arm over his shoulders. He helped me drag him to the homestead while listening to Newt mumble things under his breath. Most of them we couldn't make out but the ones we could were about me.

Once we got to the homestead, I told Thomas I could walk the rest of the way and said he could go back to the fire.

"You hear that Tommy? She's all mine...," he said proudly before he hiccuped and leaned over me with his arms around me still.

"I got it, Newt. She's all yours," Thomas smirked and ran back to the fire.

Newt just stood there smiling triumphantly and tried to kiss me. I pushed him off and dragged him to the bed. He didn't put up any more fights as I changed him into the tee and boxers he wears to bed every night.

I climbed in beside him where he immediately pulled me into his chest. He buried his face in my head and mumbled into my neck, "all mine."

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Newt's POV

Another month of boring gardens and busy gladers, but tonight was different. Tonight was the one time where we tried, and tried really hard, to forget about our issues and focus on the fire in the center of the glade.

My girlfriend had already had a handful of jars when I caught her dancing. She had accidentally twisted her ankle while mimicking a dance move Minho was showing her. I would punch that shank tomorrow because of if.

The bonfire had already been going on for a couple of hours and a few of the younger boys were already in bed by now. I rushed over to Amber and swept her off the ground. She squealed and quickly held onto my neck.

"My foot hurts, Newtie," she whined and curled into my chest.

"I didn't say you had to walk, did I?" I asked while walking her towards the homestead. She looked so calm as I carried her which only brought out specific elements of her beautiful face.

She nuzzled her face into my neck and mutter, "don't drop me."

I chuckled. "No why would I do that?"

"Because-because you've had a drink too."

"Not as many as you've had, love. It's straight to bed for you." I passed a few boys who smiled at the girl in my arms. They treated her like a little sister after her and I began dating since I was a little... well very over protective of her.

"Will you be there with me?" She asks lifting her head so she can properly look at me.

"Of course, my love! There's nowhere else I'd rather be," I said which made her grin widely and curl back into me with a large, happy sigh.

I carried her into the homestead and up the small makeshift staircase and into our room. I carefully set her on the bed but she had a hard time letting go of my neck. I pulled her off and changed her like she does when I'm drunk at a bonfire. We were an equal couple and everyone knew it. Wherever one of us went, the other joined. When one person was hurt, by default the other was hurt too. It was how we worked.

I climbed into bed where she immediately pulled me to her so she was lying over me. I brushed through her hair while quietly humming her to sleep.

"This," she said pointing to my chest. "Your heart," she breathed as if she was fascinated by it. "It beats for me?"

"It does. Everything i do is for you." She smiled wide and curled back over. She happily hummed before drifting off the sleep. It was nice to know she was as equally as obsessed as I was with her. It made everything more worthwhile. It made nights like this the happiest in the glade. Nights with my girl.