TMR/TBS Imagines

Newt // Fighter *REQUEST*

* This imagine was requested by PrincessofPugs
Thank you for being patient with me and I'll have your next request up in a couple days! I don't really like how the ending turned out, but I hope you like it! *

It was no secret that I was the most idolized and feared person in the glade, and it wasn't because I was the only girl. It was became of my great talent at wrestling that some of the other boys didn't posses. I had even taken down the toughest and meanest glader 5 times.

This meant, unfortunately, that Gally was not so happy with me. Before I took him down the first time on my fourth month anniversary in the glade, he was undefeated, but now I hold that title. He has yet to be beaten by any other boy, but hasn't been able to take me down.

Even though I was the strongest person in the glade, I wasn't put in a job where it showcased that. I worked in the kitchens with Frypan, since the Keepers saw how great I was at helping him out in the kitchen during my 'trials' in my first months arrival. That was over a year ago, and since then I've befriended most of the gladers, minus the Builders who's ears are being filled with lies against me from their Keeper, not that I honestly minded.

"Hi Newt," I greeted the blond boy as he came up to the counter for his food. I was supposed to be behind Frypan while he handed out the food, but I always snuck past him to get a glimpse at Newt.

"Hey (Y/N)," he replied, his smile growing when he thanked Frypan for the food. "I'm sure whatever you cooked, love, will be absolutely delicious." My cheeks filled with heat as I shyly looked down at my feet. I didn't make the food, but Frypan let Newt complement me on the food everyday.

"That was cute, Romeo," Frypan intervened, while swinging his ladle up in the air, "Next." Newt knew he was only teasing, so he smiled and said a quick goodbye to me.

"You had to shoo off the boy of my dreams?" I groaned to my friend, who only rolled his eyes and began ranting about how that boy was practically wrapped around my finger, not that I disagreed.

Newt was my crush, and I say that with full confidence since it was kinda hard to hide it anyways. He was caring and kind, yet strong and demanding when his Second in Command side came out. Him and I were similar in that way, but I could still beat him at wrestling.

It was almost the end of lunch when Gally and his crew came storming over. Usually I would blow off whatever comment he made, but today I wasn't taking it.

"Hey, she-bean!" Gally barked out, and stood with his arms crossed waiting for me to obey. Instead of rushing at his order, I only lifted my head and waited for him to yell anyway. "It's not fair that you've beaten me every time we've fought. I demand a rematch!"

I scoffed, hopping off the chair. "What? You think a sixth times the charm?"

"The only reason you beat me those other times is because it was during a bonfire. We do it tomorrow night without any drinks. That way it's fair." The blood under my skin boiled at Gally's accusations. Claiming the only way I could beat him was because he was drunk was a low blow, and Gally knew all about those.

I would have normally let it slide and ignored the teasing remarks he usually made, but I wasn't in the mood now. I wasn't going to let him get away with claiming I had cheated my way through. I would win tomorrow night just as easily as I had won on those bonfire nights.

"Alright, eyebrows," I smirked, knowing the nickname would certainly rile him up, "you've got yourself a deal. But you do know you'll look even worse when I beat you for the sixth time, right?"