TMR/TBS Imagines

Newt // Love (Pt.2) *REQUEST*

* A part 2 to 'Love' was requested by @April1889 I hope it turned out exactly how you wanted! *

Newt's POV

To say that Alby was tired of me was the biggest understatement of the year. It's the same thing as saying grievers are fluffy bunnies who klunk rainbows and make the world a happier place.

In reality, Alby would have me with my head popped off if looks could kill. But Alby was a great leader, so he had a lot of patience, although I was running it thin. My problem: I couldn't stop talking about (Y/N).

The day she arrived, which was almost three months ago, had been the day I found my new obsession. It was stalker-ish and probably creepy, but I practically watched her every second of every day- which wasn't hard since we had the same job.

Alby had been my best friend since we first came to the glade in the box together, so when I first started talking about her, he was happy to see me so cheerful in the glade for once. Now, he liked the old me more, the me that sulked around the glade with my shoulders low and eyes never once leaving the ground.

"Newt," Alby froze from working, slowly rolling his shoulders back. He cared about me, but the harsh glare he sent me told otherwise. "If you don't shut up about this girl, I will personally throw you off the cliff myself." It was an empty threat, but I knew that if he was willing to actually threaten me, that he was serious.

"Alright, I'm sorry," I mumbled, trailing at a safe distance behind him as he walked towards the homestead where our rooms were. We were finishing our nightly rounds to make sure the boys had gone to sleep where and when they were supposed to.

Once we got to the stairs leading up to the rooms only keepers, leaders and (Y/N) had, he put his hand over my chest to stop me.

"Please, for all our sake, just tell the buggin' girl you have a crush on her." With his words, he walked into his room and closed the door behind him.

Going into my empty room, I stripped off my shoes and socks before climbing into my bed. Only two people were allowed rooms of their own- me and (Y/N), since Alby thought it was best for (Y/N) to have her own room being as she was the only girl and me because he thought it would help with my limp- not having to share a bed and all.

The only issue with the arrangements was where the rooms were placed. Alby knew it was only fair to give us the two worst rooms in the homestead since we wouldn't have to share or sleep outside like the other boys. This meant the rooms became extremely cold some nights. Pulling the covers up to my nose, I tried collecting any body heat to keep me just warm enough to fall asleep.

(Y/N)'s POV

To say life in the glade was hard would be an understatement. I had the boys who constantly invaded my privacy or hit on me every second they could and the boys who tried staying as far away from me like I was the plague. Only a few boys treated me like a human being. Two of them being Newt and Alby.

Alby was a kind but fair leader. He treated me like any other glader but still knew I wasn't just any typical glader. I was a girl, unlike the rest of them, so I had a harder time doing some things. It was his idea to give me a room in the homestead, but gave me the coldest one since it was unfair of me to gave my own room while the other boys slept outside.

Then there was Newt. He was like a walking angel- sounds silly, but to me it's true. He fit in with me like we were two matching puzzle pieces, each of us connecting in ways the other boys couldn't. A part of me knew he had the same feelings as I did- the like like feeling- but I knew he was too shy to make a move, just like I was. For now, I would continue to get closer and closer with him until the feelings had to spill. That might have been why he was my first thought when I felt myself shivering under the thin sheet.

I carefully tiptoed down the small hall of the homestead that lead to the other rooms. Before I knew it, I was in front of Newt's. It was too late at night for me to knock, a slight feeling of nerves coming over me as I quietly pushed the door open.

"Newt?" I whispered, silently shutting the door behind me. Even in this faint light, I could make out the silhouette of his head rising in the bed.

"(Y/N)?" he croaked, sleep evident in his voice. I smiled lightly when I noticed his disheveled head of hair, poking in every direction. "What's the matter? Is everything alright?" He began to panic until I stood beside his bed and shushed him to calm down.

"Yes, I just..." I trailed off, wondering exactly how to say this without sounding stupid. "My room is freezing." 'That was what I came up with?' I mentally face-palmed myself.

"Y-you can sleep with me," he offered, his voice wavering with nerves. I was glad the room was dark so he couldn't see my hot red cheeks.

I slid into the bed after he lifted the sheets for me to get in. He placed the covers back over us, where we both shifted around for a minute until we were both comfortable. He hesitantly moved his arm over my waist and pulled my back into his warm chest. Butterflies erupted in my stomach, along with the burning feeling on the top of it where his fingers accidentally brushed over.

"Is this alright?" A crack in his voice curled the corners of my lips.

"Perfect," I replied a little breathlessly. It wasn't everyday you lie in bed with your crush holding you into him.

We exchanged goodnight's before finding a comfortable spot to fall asleep in, only my heart was racing too fast for me to sleep. I prayed he couldn't hear it. Laying here, I could feel every worry slip from my body. Newt brought waves of comfort and stability with him wherever he went, like he had this aura about him that just made my heart swell and my body calm. It was quite pathetic how much power he had over me.

"(Y/N)?" He asked a little after we had last spoken. I hummed an answer, placing my hand over the one he had on my stomach. "I'm not sure how this is going to end but I want to tell you this now because I just feel it's the right time. I like you, like more than a friend. Well, no, I love you. And I wanted to know... if that's how you feel about me?"

Everything he said had made me ten times happier. I spun around, his arm still around me, so I could look directly at him. His scared face only made him that much cuter. Did he really think I didn't like him back?

"I love you too," I giggled when his face lit up.

"Does this mean you'll be my girlfriend?" He questioned in a giddy voice, his eyes darting between each of mine.

"Of course. I would love to be your girlfriend," I replied with the same bright smile on my face. Suddenly, Newt and I weren't so cold anymore. He slipped his other arm under the space between me and the bed, and pulled me into his chest. I rested my head on his shoulder and curled my right leg with his. I pecked a soft kiss to his jaw, unintentionally locking it.

"Can I kiss you?"

"You may," I replied, siting up for a better angle. We leaned in until our lips brushed together, but he made the final push to connect them. The kiss was soft, both of us never having kissed anyone before, so we had no idea exactly what to do, but we managed to tilt our heads enough to keep the kiss centered, so no parts of our lips weren't on the others.

The kiss ended when we needed air, which for me didn't matter at this point. I would effortlessly give up all of it just to feel his lips again. The sweet taste of strawberries and mint leaves. I buried my face back into his neck and placed my right hand against the other side. This is how I wanted to fall asleep every night: in my loving boyfriend's arms.

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I stirred awake, feeling refreshed and abnormally giggly. The smell of Newt- sweat and grass which somehow works good on him- fills my nose until a smile breaks on my face. That just means that I didn't just dream all this up. It really happened.

"Finally!" Someone screamed at the door. Newt, who I didn't know happned to be awake, and I bolted up to find who was the one who caught us. Alby was smirking, arms crossed, in the doorway. "Shuckin' finally." He repeated before spinning on his heel to leave, closing the door behind him.

"I agree," Newt smirked, tugging on my hips until I fell back onto his chest. "Shuckin' finally." And this was it, love. The feeling that could either make or break a person. The feeling that will never fade, or shouldn't fade. The feeling that I get every time I look at Newt.