TMR/TBS Imagines

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

* This imagine was requested by mookahlatte Thank you for being so patient with me and I promise I'm gonna get my stuff together and post more often! I hope you like this! *

Newt had taken me around this new place that he called the glade. He introduced me to most of the boys, or gladers as they were called, where each one had something to say about the way Newt and I had... reunited. Apparently, news spread fast around this place.

He explained how each person came up the same way I did- without memories of anything but their names- but they had all been boys. For some reason, I was different though, being as I was a girl.

Panic set into my skin when I realized I might have been a mistake since I was the only thing that wasn't normal here- well as normal as you can get with teens being thrown into an open field.

Only one boy seemed tense by me, his name being Gally. He was a Keeper, a word I learned to be a synonym of leader, and worked over the builders. Even though his deformed nose and glaring eyes should have sent me running, I stuck my hand out to shake like I had done to every other boy I met, only to get a snarl from the Keeper and a soft push away by Newt. Maybe it would be best if I stayed away from Gally.

It was quite silly how proud I was when Newt told me his position in the glade: Second in Command. I mean, how could I not feel a sense of pride hearing my boyfriend was almost the most important person in the glade?

Halfway during the tour, Newt brought me to the Homestead where lunch was being served by a boy named Frypan (his real name is Siggy but after his arrival here, he stole a frying pan from the kitchen and wouldn't let go for two days and the name stuck).

"Hey there she-bean," the bubbly boy grinned as he scooped a spoon full of mashed potatoes onto both of the plates Newt was holding, since he insisted he carried mine for me. "Don't listen to what these shanks say about the food."

"What's a shank?" I chuckled, nervously looking over at Newt. He laughed and thanked Frypan for the food while handing me my tray and guiding me towards a table.

"It's what we call each other. We have some weird words that Minho made up and they just stuck," he explained and had me sit at a far table where one other boy was already sat.

"Well, if it isn't my two favorite saliva swappers. Tell me, Newt, did you get to second base yet?" The Asian who sat in front of us smirked at the redness filling both of our cheeks.

"Slim it, Minho," Newt hissed and directed his eyes back on me. He sent me a reassuring smile while settling his hand around my waist. "Her name is (Y/N) and I want you to stay as bloody far away from her as you can. Got it?"

Minho seemed to be taken back by Newt's threat but nodded, remembering he was both his best friend and his superior. The rest of the lunch was eaten without any more teasing remarks from Minho while Newt continued to explain the maze to me.

He explained what the Runners job was and how Minho happened to be the Keeper. Glancing back at the open doors, a chill ran up my spine when Newt mentioned the grievers running rampage through the maze. A runner was definitely not the job for me.

After eating, Newt took me to visit the rest of the jobs which were only Track-hoe and Med-jack, both of them seemed like good jobs for me, especially since I was limited on choices after ruling out Runner, Builder and Slicer.

"This is where I work mostly nowadays," Newt said as we stood by the gardens. His arm was perched up against the wooden poles that thick vines were tied around. He set his hand around my waist and set me between his legs. "You can work with me if you want to, but there's always help needed with the Med-jacks."