TMR/TBS Imagines

Newt // Voices *REQUEST*

* This imagine was requested by AngelinaGravestone   Thank you for being so patient with me since I've been very busy these past couple days. I hope I made it exactly how you wanted!

Also, I've gotten two requests to make a part 4 to the Triple Reunion series but I have no idea where it could go. I've also gotten requests to make more Jojen Reed imagines but I have no good ideas since I actually haven't watched Game of Thrones.

If you have any ideas for either of the imagines that would be extremely helpful and I would be very grateful. Thank you all for sending in the requests too since I've had to do about ten in the past couple weeks and I've never had this before so I feel honored to do them for you. Thank you all so much 💕 *

Boys, at times, can be extremely inconsiderate and rude about one thing but completely understanding about another. This was just one of the things the glade confused me about.

I've lived in the glade for three months and only two people have ever heard my voice. The first and only thing I've said to Alby was my name once I arrived out of the box. The second person who heard my voice was Newt and he usually had a hard time getting me shut up when we were alone.

I would like to say I had select mutism, where I decided not to speak and didn't unless I felt comfortable and safe with the person. That person only being Newt.

He was the first boy to speak to me in such a calm way that I forgot the situation around me. He brought me into his own little world, where it was just me and him. That's how it felt now.

The boys were understanding about this and that couldn't have been a better blessing in our circumstances. At the beginning of my time here, some of them pestered me until Newt could rush over and save the day, like the hero he always was to me. Now, they've learned I don't talk and won't talk.

That doesn't mean I don't have my share of friends. I can still be in a conversation, I just don't add my thoughts into it. I can still laugh, I'm just not the one making the jokes. The boys know I won't say anything, but I still want to be a part of the glade.

They didn't mind me not talking either. They still felt just as connected to me when I smiled at them than if I outright told them what I felt about them. My actions were enough to show I cared for the boys. That's why I was constantly being dragged around the glade.

"Hey (Y/N)," Newt smiled as he leaned on the top of his hoe. I returned the smile while grabbing his wrist. I pulled him down slightly before pecking a soft kiss to cheek, like I usually did. It was a simple gesture instead of using actual words but the meaning was completely there.

"I was wondering..." he began, rubbing the nape of his neck. He linked our fingers at our sides and stared down at them to avoid looking directly at me. "I-if maybe... you wanted to-"

"(Y/N)! We need you!" Frypan's loud voice broke the stare I had on Newt. His eyes closed when he released my hand, putting both of his back on the hoe. I perked up my toes and pecked another kiss to Newt's already red cheeks before bouncing off towards the kitchens.

This was what I meant when I said I was being "constantly dragged around the glade". I was so good at the jobs my first week in the glade, that I was deemed three of them: Med-jack, Cook and Track-hoe. When one job needed an extra hand, I filled in. But that meant I had no free time at all. No breaks. No lunches. No sleeping in. It was tiring, but I knew this meant the boys appreciated me enough to need me constantly so I was happy to work. I just missed seeing Newt.

After helping Frypan serve the food for lunch, I was given a break to eat with everyone else since the Med-jack hut was empty. Thankfully, Newt had saved me a seat like he usually did just in case my time opened up. It melted my heart knowing he wanted me beside him.

"Hi love," he cheerfully greeted me as I sat down beside him and across from Thomas and Chuck.

"Hey (Y/N)," Thomas and Chuck welcomed me with warm smiles I happily reciprocated. "How was your day?"

I raised my thumb up as a code saying my day was good. The idea was Chuck's after he spent two hours trying to get me to talk before Newt told him I wouldn't. Thumbs up meant good, flat hand meant fine and thumbs down meant bad. It was simple but it was good interaction between us.

"So (Y/N)," Newt whispered when Chuck started ranting about how good his day was. "Can I ask you the thing now?"

I smiled and nodded. He gave me a crooked grin and took a deep breath. "W-Would you like to-"

"(Y/N)!" Jeff yelled running over to our table like a madman. I immediately stood up knowing something bad must have happened if he needed to rush out to find me. "I'm sorry but I need your help. A slicer cut his finger and I'm sure it's about to fall off but I need you to help me." He didn't let me answer before he turned tail and ran back to the hut.

I pecked Newt quickly on the cheek for the third time today as a goodbye, and raced after Jeff. I felt bad leaving Newt again since he still didn't get to finish asking what he wanted, but there was a slicer about to lose his finger. Newt couldn't be the priority right now.

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The slicer ended up keeping all ten fingers thanks to the two brilliant Med-jacks who sewed it back on. Jeff was holding down the boy's arm as Clint sewed the finger back together. They needed me to help keep the boy calm in the excruciating pain in his finger. That was mostly what my job as a Med-jack was- keeping the boys calm and collected so Jeff and Clint could do their jobs more easily. I was just glad I wasn't the one having the handle the surgeries.

I left the hut a little after dinner when he'd finished, starving for some of Frypan's dinner. I went into the kitchen to see if anyone had left leftovers for me or the other Med-jacks to have since we missed dinner.

"I brought you dinner," Newt's voice behind me both startled me and excited me. I always was this way around Newt- flustered and happy. It's what happens when you crush on your best friend.

I took the tray from his hands and pecked another kiss. Newt still after a how many I had given him today and how many over the past couple months, flushed and bashfully looked somewhere other than at me. It just made him that much cuter.

"So I'm going to finally ask you what I've been wanting to ask you. Let's just bloody hope no one else interrupts me," he chuckled and moved closer to me. I nervously backed up until my lower back hit the counter, his leg between mine as his hips pushed us together. "(Y/N)-"

"(Y/N), how many vines did you tie today?" Alby asked running into the kitchen with a clipboard in his hands. Newt slammed his hand on the table and glared up at Alby. I would have been frightened if I hadn't been so close to him.

"She tied up ten vines today Alby, before Frypan called her for lunch. Now, if you don't bloody mind, I would like to ask the girl I've been crushing on for months to be my girlfriend without any more interruptions. So please, can you leave?" It took everything in me not to laugh until what he said registered. Crush. He said I was his crush.

Alby just chuckled and wrote something down on the clipboard. "'Bout time, shank." He turned and left Newt and I alone.

Newt huffed deeply and ran his fingers through his dirty hair. He opened his eyes and looked down at me.

"I like you too," I mumbled when he opened his mouth. Only a second passed for him to register what I said before he lifted me off the ground and into his arms. He pulled me down enough so our lips could meet in a hard, but meaningful kiss.

"I've been trying to say that for days," he landed when we both broke for air. He set me down on the ground but made no effort to add to the distance between our bodies. "But every time some bloody shank needs you."

"I'm just too good I guess," I giggled. His eyes stared at me with a growing admiration with every passing second. He sighed again while putting his hand on my cheek.

"God, I love your voice." He leaned in again for another kiss that I happily returned.