TBS and Newt Imagines

tbs || back home

Writing an outtakes book - basically Begin Again in TBS' POV + some chapters about what happened before the story and after that.

Check out Begin Again if you haven't yet!

The click of your apartment's doorknob interrupted your focused thoughts. You were doing your thesis due tomorrow and the general silence around you helped. Thomas slipped in through the door, evidently exhausted. While he shrugged his coat off and put his shoes away, you sprang up from your seat in the dining room.

"Tommy!" you exclaimed softly, reaching your arms out slowly – you wanted to make sure he wasn't too exhausted for a hug. He's been filming The Death Cure for a few months now and since Dylan had his accident, he was free to go home. To you.

He smiled sleepily and extended his arms in response. They pulled you towards his chest while his lips found your neck, and he hummed contentedly.

"I missed you," it sounded whiny, but he let out a chuckle.

"Yeah, me, too." He nuzzled his forehead in your nape for longer than usual, so you bury your fingers in his locks.

"Are you okay?" you kissed his neck.

"Tired." He grumbled. He kissed you again before pulling away. "I brought take-out, though, I figured you haven't had time to cook." He forced a smile when you excitedly took the bags.

"I've been busy, too." You motioned to your laptop.

"I can see that." He sighed, heading for the sink to wash his face before stripping to his boxers, throwing his clothes in the laundry. He smirked at your ogling, but he said nothing about it.

"I'll drive you to school tomorrow," he stated. He began unboxing the food. "we'll get some coffee on the way, then I'll go do some groceries, yeah?"

"Sounds great," you smiled. He inched towards you, his hands on the small of your back before gesturing to the food.

Pleasant conversation followed. He spoke about his tiring journey home, but not without making you laugh about his stories about the cast's familiar mischief. Then, you told him about how tiring school is making you. You were currently in your third year of Psychology, and people tended to be intimidated since word spread about you dating an actor. It was fine, you had Ava, your best friends, and him.

After you fixed the table up, you shared a heated moment in the shower – then Thomas wrestled your laptop from you and got you to bed. You have been tempted to brat away about it, but after him telling you how 'I don't want my girl getting less than she deserves', you relented.

A storm marked the end of the day. Thomas looked at you expectantly at the first roll of thunder.

You were never able to fall asleep without Thomas comforting you. Peace in a storm only meant clinging to Thomas for warmth and using his toned arms to block out the noise. You would always fall asleep to the feeling of his mouth on your forehead or the sound of him humming you to sleep.

Thomas lay down on the bed, watching you put your hair up before joining him.

"C'mere," you heard him say before you sunk in his scent.

"I love you," you found yourself saying.

"As I love you." He replied sweetly, kissing your forehead before letting his breaths and kisses lull you to sleep.