TMR/TBS Imagines

Newt // Greenie *REQUEST*

*This one was requested by moondustgaming If it's not exactly how you imagined or you don't like it, I'll be happy to change anything for you :)*

I was woken up by the familiar sound of the box alarm that echoed throughout the glade. The five boys around me groaned in their individual hammocks while sitting up and making themselves look presentable: patting down their hair and pulling down (or on) their shirts.

This was only my third time hearing the alarm go off but it was still annoying in itself. I wasn't the first person here but I was the first girl. You see the glade had a system: once a month, a person, mostly boys, have come up in the box along with fresh supplies for that month.

Alby was the first one here so he spent a whole month alone building the foundation of the glade. Then came Gally, who immediately went to work building additions to Alby's work so we gave him the job as builder.

The next month was Minho and then me. The two of us were energetic and daring from the start, so we were the first to explore the life behind these walls. The next month was Clint and he was a quiet but very sweet boy. He went to work organizing our medical supplies and fixing us whenever we were sick so he became our doctor, or Med-jack as Gally calls them.

The sixth month was the arrival of Siggy, who earned a new nickname after only a day in the glade. He had ran into the kitchen first and grabbed a frying pan off one of the counters as a weapon against us. We eventually calmed him down but we jokingly gave him the nickname Frypan but it seemed to stick since he was the cook of the glade. Most recently was Winston who had no problem slicing through the pigs and goats we had in our pens for meat. We let him carve each of the animals and gave the meat to Frypan to cook. We left him to deal with that so he became what I called a Slicer.

Now, i had no idea what kind of boy we were going to get. I mean, for all we know, it could be a girl again. Maybe he'll be sweet and shy just like me, and will come work with me in the gardens. I wasn't always a track hoe- the name of our gardeners- but after a careless decision I made, it left me scarred both physically and mentally. I have the limp to prove it.

"Fry, you get started on breakfast," Alby ordered in the hammock above me. We had one hut to sleep in with each of our hammocks placed in two rows and three columns. I wasn't quite sure how stable it was but I just hoped I wouldn't wake up one day with Alby collapsed on top of me.

"Already on it, chief," Frypan remarked while leaving the dark hut.

"Can (Y/N) get the boy out of the box this time? I don't wanna deal with what happened with Frypan again," Gally said in the hammock across from me.

"Sure, I don't mind," I said carefully lacing up my boots. We stalled in our beds for a couple more minutes since it took normally a half an hour for the box to actually arrive after the alarm goes off.

We then all ran to the edge and waited for the signal. We started having a mindless conversation about how terrible Gally's concoction was. He in the beginning of his life in the glade, made a special drink that tasted foul but some how soothed our minds. He called it alcohol.

"Box's here," Minho said pulling the door open with the help of Winston. Once they pulled it open, we searched the box for the new arrival.

"Hope you enjoyed your one way ticket up, greenie," Minho laughed but stopped when I hit his chest with the back of my hand.

I finally found the boy hidden in the corner of the box. He had dirty blonde hair covering parts of his chocolate brown eyes. He was cute... really cute.

I carefully jumped into the box to try not making it shake so much. I didn't wanna scare the boy out, especially when he looked so frightened (and cute!)

"W-who are you? Where am I? How-how did I get here?" He panicked while holding his arms out to stop me. What I was really taken aback by was his accent. It was a smooth British accent that made my knees weak. I could listen to it all day.

"Why's he talking like that?" Minho snickered above me.

"Slim it shank!" Alby said getting tired of Minho's playful attitude.

"My names (Y/N). Can you tell me yours?" I asked inching closer. He looked at his hands that were on his knees before looking back up at me.

"Newt," he whispered but I could still hear it. Newt. It was an odd name but it somehow matched perfectly with him.

Cute name for a cute boy.

"I'm not gonna hurt you, Newt. Do you wanna get out of this box?" He seemed to weigh his options before nodding. I held my hand out for him and helped him up to his feet. I would be lying if I didn't say sparks flew when his fingers fell in my hand. Cliche? I know.

Alby lowered down the rope to me that we used to pull the boys out of the box. I was able to pull the rope around Newt's body before reassuring him it would be okay since his scared face was showing exactly how he felt. He was utterly terrified but it was to be expected.

After Newt got to the top and was placed on solid ground, the rope was tossed back down so that I could be lifted out. In a matter of seconds, I was standing beside a cowering Newt.

"All of you back off. I'm gonna go take him on the tour. Alright?" I offered and put my hand on Newt's back. "If that's alright with you?"

He nodded eagerly before meeting my eyes. I could get lost in the gorgeous brown orbs staring at me. I mean, who wouldn't?

"Ooh~," Minho teased beside Alby. "I think (Y/N) likes this one."

"Slim it, slinthead," I mumbled before gently pushing Newt forward. He staggered behind me for a moment before joining at my hip. I could see his eyes were staring down at my feet as I walked. I knew it was only a matter of time before he noticed.

The limp I had earned last month was a gruesome reminder of the horrible mistake I made. The decision that put not only myself in the Med-jack hut with Clint for two weeks, but made the new rule to be out in place: no runners are allowed to run in the maze alone. That meant, until we found another boy to replace me, Minho wasn't allowed to run in the maze. So for now, he was working with Gally as a builder which doubled how quickly new things were being built.

"What happened to your leg?" Newt asked pointing at my foot. "Why do you have a limp?"

I wasn't sure how to answer. This wasn't a topic I was quite ready to discuss with someone yet, especially someone I met only minutes ago. Nonetheless, Newt had this aura to him, telling me if I told him what happened right now he would never judge or feel different about me. He just had that kind of personality even for a boy who didn't quite have one yet.

"You don't have to tell me, if you don't want to," he quickly reassured me with a kind smile. I returned it while slipping my hand into his. I had a feeling he wouldn't push it away and it felt nice to do it.

"I made a terrible decision that cost me my ankle. It's okay though," I said perking up from my glum state, "I'm happy being second in command with Alby and working in the gardens."

I hadn't realized we were at the homestead until he pulled my hand back so I wouldn't run into the wood wall. He laughed as my embarrassing moment which made me laugh. His laugh was contagious.

"Don't worry green-I mean Newt," I giggled while correcting myself. I never liked the name greenie and it didn't seem like he enjoyed it either. "You will fit in nicely here. Especially if you hang around me."

It was his turn to blush now as he noticed how close we were. "This place won't seem to bad with you in it. Thanks (Y/N)."

I brought him into the kitchen and grabbed us two plates from Frypan who was happy to hear Newt's accent. It was different and for us in the glade, different meant attention.

We sat down together at the second table in the room- since there were only two- and began eating. I smiled to myself as newt devoured his plate of food after his long journey in the box.

The glade would definitely get a whole lot brighter now that Newt was beside me. He might even be the one to draw me out of the dark that the maze brought onto me. Maybe he was my saving grace?