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Find me for me pt2

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————————————————————— I watched my surroundings closely as we walked from my hut toward the cafeteria, blinking rather rapidly, trying to break away from this dreamlike state that caused the world around me to feel fake. I was still in another world, not fully here with Newt. I hadn’t been paying attention to my steps nor my pace and felt a cold hand interlock with mine.

Newt: “Love, you’re moving awfully slow.”

Y/n: “Am I”

It wasn’t a question; my tone was tired and stoic. I had no energy to ask a question.

Newt: “Come on.”

Newt carried my hand in his, and soon enough we showed up at the open cafeteria. He led me to the closest table and let me sit down before walking off toward the kitchen, but not without resting a hand on my head and letting it fall smoothly as he walked off, almost as if he was trying to physically ground me back into this reality. Not a moment later, he came back with a hot bowl of soup and some bread.

Newt: “I’ll grab you some water.”

I didn’t fight the fact that I was hungry, grabbing the bread and dipping it into the steamy soup. I told myself this would fix the feeling that had taken me over, placing a false hope in my heart that I was just hungry, that my sugar was low and the food would fix everything, although anyone with a lick of sense would know it was false.

Newt: “It’s good to see you eat. I think I can already see some color coming back into your face.”

Newt’s tone held only a small hint of teasing as he sat across from me, placing the cup of water in front of me. Something tugged softly at the corners of my lips, something I hadn’t felt in a long time.

Newt: “That smile… the one you used to wear so freely. I miss it, Y/n. Everyone does.”

I continued eating, but my head moved very softly in a half nod. I acknowledged his words, and I knew they were true. We sat in silence until I finished all of the food in front of me.

Newt: “You want more?”

Y/n: “I’m full.”

He picked up the bowl and cup, taking them back into the kitchen, but not before giving me small praise.

Newt: “Good job, sweetheart.”

I did feel better now that I was fueled by some food. It was easier to lift my head and move my limbs. My stomach was full, which healed a bit of the hollowness within me, although I knew deep down all of it would never be completely gone. It would always linger, because that’s what grief did. It stuck around no matter how many times you dared to confront it. It never cared about convenience or comfort; it was raw and ruthless. I felt a hand on my shoulder and jumped softly.

Newt: “Easy, love. It’s just me—although it’s nice to see some life back in you.”

I wasn’t sure what to say. It felt like it’d been forever since I had carried on a conversation with someone.

Newt: “You don’t have to say anything. Wanna go down to the sea? I haven’t seen you down there yet. It’s beautiful. You’ll love it.”

I nodded, standing up from my seat and following him. This time I felt more alive. I walked less like a zombie and more like a human, but Newt still held my hand with a firm grip. I could hear the sea before I saw it, the smell giving me a new wave of strength and a new feeling of freedom.

It wasn’t long until I felt my bare feet sink into the soft sand. I hadn’t even realized I’d been walking barefoot, but I didn’t mind. If anything, it made the moment all the more freeing. Newt walked us over to the shore and stepped forward, letting the water run over his feet before watching it recede back into the sea.

Newt: “C’mon, it’s warm.”

He nodded his head for me to come stand beside him, and I did, watching the next wave come up and run over both our feet before once again receding back into the sea, just like the last. I couldn’t help but take a deep breath and close my eyes for only a moment.

Newt: “It’s nice, yeah?”

I nodded, opening my eyes and looking out at the sea, lifting my head to the sky, admiring the stars and the crescent moon. Newt offered a hand to me with a soft, reassuring look, and I took it gently, letting him wade the both of us deeper into the water. He stopped when we were about waist deep.

The water washed away everything I had carried for so long, and I felt weightless. The water around me served as a gentle hug, and I couldn’t help but wrap my arms around Newt’s neck. He wasted no time wrapping his around me, holding me with a reassuring pressure, but not an overwhelming one.

Newt: “Just let it go, love.”

His deep, soft voice echoed in my ears as the weight of his chin rested on my head. I relaxed against him, finally feeling completely at peace in my body and my mind. We stayed like that a long while, letting the silence between us speak volumes.

Newt:“You know you’re even more beautiful when you don’t look half dead?”

He teased softly, leaning back to look down at me with a small smile. A smile tugged at my own lips as I made eye contact with him, and I hit his chest lightly.

Y/n: “Shut up.”

I pushed back slightly to put some distance between us, but he pulled me back against him, one hand on my waist while he intertwined his other with my own.

Newt: “Make me, sweetheart.”

Y/n: “Oh?”

Newt: “Yeah.”

He let go of my waist to splash me with water, and I scoffed a laugh, droplets of water running down my face.

Y/n: “You did not.”

Newt: “I’m afraid I did.”

I held back a smile, contemplating what I should do before finally pushing his chest with both my hands, sending him falling back into the water as he tried to catch himself. He came back up with a gasp, running a hand over his face before locking eyes with me. I knew that smile, and it meant I was next. I laughed and turned, trying to get away quickly, but was stopped by a firm grasp on my wrist pulling me back toward him.

Y/n: “NO!” I laughed uncontrollably. “Newt, no!”

I felt both his arms around me before he lifted me into the air, preparing to throw me, and before I could protest I was airborne, landing in the water. I came back up laughing and rubbing my eyes, hearing his chuckles and feeling his arms wrap back around me before I could even open my eyes. But when I did, there he was, with that grin he always seemed to carry. I gripped his upper arms firmly.

Newt: “You know I missed you.”

He rested his forehead against mine, both of us having a sparkle in our eyes that wasn’t there before.

Y/n: “You wanna kiss me already?”

He laughed deeply but didn’t hesitate, gently bringing one hand from my waist to my cheek, caressing it softly with his thumb, admiring me with that look he always had, the one that always shows up when we have moments like this. Then, slowly and softly, his lips landed on my own.

Maybe I was lost, and a part of me would always be hollow, but Newt filled a lot of that empty space with something special. Something no one else could ever give me. Something we couldn’t put into words, so instead we put it into moments like this. Even when I couldn’t find myself, I knew who always could.

Find me for me pt1

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I really hope this is enjoyable, I know it's short and maybe boring but I haven't written in so long, I'm trying to get back in the swing of things! I hope you enjoy and of course, I'm planning on getting a part two out soon. Please give feedback! 💗

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I couldn’t sleep. We made it to the safe haven a week ago, but with victory came great loss. The grief that consumed me was engulfed in a thin layer of peace, guilt, regret, and so much more I couldn’t quite place. I sat at the small wicker vanity in my own personal hut, staring at my candlelit face in the mirror.

Where had I gone, I thought to myself, the illusion of a thick black fog surrounding me. I had a staring contest with myself, not realizing time was passing, and soon the wick went out, leaving me in darkness. I wasn’t scared; no sense of unease settled in my gut as I continued to stare, my shoulders slumping a bit more.

I heard a soft knock on the door but didn’t respond. Whoever it was would leave when they didn’t get a response. I was proved wrong when the door creaked open, a sliver of moonlight coming through the opening.

Newt: “Love?”

Newt’s whisper broke through the darkness, reaching my ears, but I didn’t respond. I couldn’t find the strength to. Soft but determined footsteps made their way across the room, past my bed and nightstand, until they stopped beside me. The door was still cracked, illuminating only a sliver of my face.

I felt Newt’s eyes on me for only a moment before he grabbed a small kerosene lamp from a thin shelf on the wall, setting it down gently on the vanity and lighting a match, letting the wick ignite with a soft crackle. My face and the surface of my vanity were now completely illuminated. Newt still stood beside me, both hands on his hips, as he analyzed me with a soft gaze.

Newt: “You know it’s well after two a.m…”

Y/N: “…”

Newt: “You didn’t make it to dinner either…”

He gently raked a few fingers through my hair before moving behind me and beginning to braid it. The room was silent, but it wasn’t as heavy as before. Newt brought some small sense of ease, lifting a few pounds from my heavy heart.

Newt: “Your hair has always been so pretty, you know that?”

There was no pressure to respond; he was only speaking to fill the silence. But Newt was never one to mind silence—in fact, he knew that silence sometimes spoke more than words. He was trying to ease me into reality, lure me out of my mind.

Newt: “You have always been so pretty… beautiful, even.”

He took a hair tie off my vanity and tied the braid he had just made, letting his hands fall to his sides as he watched me for a moment.

Newt: “Why don’t you get out of this hut for a bit, hm?”

Y/N: “…”

He bent down next to my ear, speaking softer than ever.

Newt: “Y/N.”

I felt his calloused hands land firmly on my arms, turning me gently to face him.

Newt: “C’mon, we’re gonna get you out of this shucking hut and find you something to eat, love.”

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I stood inches away from Newt, his arm around me holding me close to his side, and hid behind the little bit that remained of an abandoned building, while a swarm of cranks stood just on the other side, we had been running from them for what felt like forever, It was just now I realized… we weren’t with our group anymore.

“I’m scared,” I whispered while tears formed in my eyes, I never cried, and when I did I never let anyone see. So when Newt looked at me with a shocked yet concerned expression I couldn’t help but know why. He nodded his head swallowing hard. “I know, but right now I need you to stay calm okay? I won't let anything happen to either of us alright?”

I nodded my lip quivering and a tear rolling down my left cheek. I avoided eye contact with Newt and quickly wiped my cheek. “Alright they’re gone, why don’t we find a place to sleep tonight, we can look for the others in the morning.” The whole time we looked for a place to stay Newt had a hold of my hand, we walked in silence until we found a safe building, although no building in the scorch is safe.

Me and Newt sat at a small fire, it barely put out enough warmth for one person much less the both of us. A shiver made its way up my spine as I heard the screeches of cranks a few miles away. I wanted to scream, I wanted to throw and kick shit. I was so angry and so sad, I was afraid I might would hurt myself if I was given the right moment.

“You okay?” Newt’s smooth accent pulled me from the deep cave in my mind where I often resided. I nodded. “Most people who are okay don’t cry, you know that?” I scoffed wiping my face of the tears I was oblivious to until he pointed them out.

I sat with my legs cris crossed and my face as close to the fire as I could get my hands holding my cheeks. Newt had shuffled over to me. Lying back against the large rock behind us.

“If you get any closer to that fire you might just singe your eyebrows off.”

We both chuckled.

“You can go to sleep Y/n. I promise I won’t let anything happen to you.”

I sighed. I was terrified, it made me miserable in every way. Newt opened his arms inviting me into them. I never liked hugs or physical touch in general, the boys would always mess around but they had never actually hugged me, other than Chuck I wouldn’t necessarily give out hugs. I knew Chuck felt left out of most shenanigans, I knew how that felt.

I looked at him, a moment before giving in and letting his strong arms engulf me. I didn’t want to let go he rubbed my back for a little while and played with my tangled hair, carefully combing out the knots with his hands. Eventually, I made myself comfortable in his lap. Slowly drifting off to sleep.

“Goodnight y/n” His warm breath caressed my ear down to my cheek.

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I contemplated how I was going to climb into the carriage.

“No! You can’t!” My mother screeched from the doorway.

“I promise Miss y/l/n, she'll be back as soon as possible, this was her decision.”

Dr.Dawkins rushed to help me into the carriage being cautious with his hands. He hopped in beside me being quick to close the door, we were already moving along the dirt road before my mother could pry it open. I shook my head and scoffed a laugh, “Crazy she pretends to care.”

“What makes you think she pretends?”

“She would do anything to get me out of that house, I’m nothing but a mistake to her.”

I knew he was looking at me but I continued to stare out the window, holding back tears.

“Well, even if she does believe such a thing, it’s positively untrue.”

The rest of the ride was spent in a somewhat uncomfortable comfortable silence. Watching the city bustle was one of my favorite things to do, that is when I had the chance. My eyes were set out for adventure. I first found a lady in blue buying three ripe tangerines, three kids ran towards a small band playing in the street, and Miss Cora stood in the alley snogging a man as usual.

“Here we are.” Dr. Dawkins interrupted my observations and helped me out of the carriage.

“Hetty, I will need you to do a full body inspection on Miss y/l/n here, I’ve given her a few stitches on her arms so be gentle.”

“Of course Doctor.” I barely had the chance to observe her before she grabbed my arm, forcing me to wince.

“What have I just told you? Gentle.”

The doctor scolded, and she nodded, avoiding eye contact just as I had in the carriage. She now only motioned for me to follow, I walked with her, giving Dawkins an uncertain look which he only nodded to with a reassuring look. She led me through a door and into what looked like a storage closet. The look on my face must've given me away cause her next words were,

“The rooms are filled, it’s not like you're the only one who needs tending too.”

I didn’t like her tone and the way she looked at me, as though I was some borderline whore. She locked the door behind her.

“Strip.” I rolled my eyes, beginning to slowly undress partially out of fear of ripping my stitches and partially out of uncomfortability.

“I don’t have all day.”

I bit my tongue and quickened my pace.

“You're good, other than those bruises and cuts, you should stop that.”

Yeah, no shit, is what ran through my head but I only raised my eyebrows and let them fall.

“Dr Dawkins should be around somewhere, it shouldn't be too hard to find him.”

With that she walked away, her chin held high as if she was of more importance than anyone else.

“Hey.” I jumped at the sound of Dawkins' voice, he stood wiping his hands of blood.

“You scared me.”

“I apologize, for both scaring you and the bloody sleeves.”

I scoffed a laugh, “No it’s okay.”

“So, everything okay?” I followed as he walked up the stairs.

“Yeah, I suppose so.”

“You suppose?” He opened a door to what looked like much more than a patient's room.

“Yeah, I'm not great but I'll be fine.” He nodded, stepping into the room and leaving the door open as he walked over to a wardrobe opening it up before removing his shirt to put on a new one.

“You may come in if you'd like.”

I closed the door and situated myself at a wooden table in the middle of a small kitchen. He came and sat in front of me, setting two cups of fresh tea down. I took the tea in both hands feeling the warmth flood through them, giving me a sense of comfort.

“Y/n.” The seriousness in his voice was something that took the little comfort I had completely away.

“Your mother has left the city.”

“What.” I breathed

“You're going to have to stay at the hospital.”

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My mother, in a panicked state, rushed to the door as she heard three firm knocks. “Oh my, I am so glad to see you here so soon. Please come.” Her footsteps now accompanied by another came down the hall towards my room. In my room was where I sat, on my bed. I was scared, scared he was going to hurt me or take me somewhere where he would perform outrageous surgeries and tests.

The door swung open and my mom marched towards me, snatching my arms and lifting my sleeves to reveal the fairly fresh cuts, next she threw the blanket which covered my legs, revealing the bruises. I kept my head down, not wanting to see the look of disgust on their faces. This made me weak and off-putting, ugly and unladylike. The doctor set down a brown leather bag and gently sat next to me.

“May I take a look? I promise I’ll be gentle.” His tone was just as calm as his mannerisms. I held out my arms letting him examine both.

“A few of these cuts need some stitches.”

My heart sank as he dug through the small leather bag, bringing out a needle and some cotton string. “Will it hurt?” I choked.

“Please.” My mother scoffed. “You’ve done such horrid things and you're worried about a needle and some string? Pathetic.” she hurried off to what I assumed was the kitchen to make some tea. Leaving both me and the doctor alone.

“It will hurt but luckily for you these cuts are small, you'll only need 4 or 5 stitches for each” I nodded watching him thread the string through the needle.

How does it work? I wondered in my head before saying it aloud.

“How does it work?” I looked at him.

This was the first time I looked at him, his blonde fluff of hair fell over his dark brown eyes. What caught my attention the most was he had no trace of disgust or malice in his eyes, but rather sympathy and… what I believed was kindness.

‘Well, I’ll show ya, if ya think you're tough enough?” He cocked an eyebrow, making me smile.

“You have a pretty smile.” He softly mentioned while positioning his needle right where it needed to be.

“Thank you”

“Alright, first I’m gonna very gently take the needle from one side to the other, like so.” my whole body tensed as I felt the sharp needle glide through the thick layer of skin.

“Shhh, it’s okay, try to relax your arm. After I get the needle through both sides I’m gonna take the string and tie a surgeon's knot, just like this.” I watched as he wrapped the string twice around what looked like pliers but for surgeons rather than builders or mechanics.

“Now I’m gonna make two more simple knots and cut the string.” He gave me a small smile once finished with the first stitch. I had more of a defeated look than he did.

“This is gonna take forever.”

He chuckled, “Well, why don’t we get to know each other, I’m Doctor Jack Dawkins.”

“Y/n Y/l/n.” I decided not to watch this time, letting my eyes wander around my room.

“Beautiful name.”

“Thank you.” I blushed.

His concentration during our conversation was for some reason alluring, He gave off a sense of comfort no man ever had.

“All done, may I take a look at your bruises?”

I hesitated.

“I could take you down to the hospital if you would prefer a nurse, I or the nurse will have to do a full body examination.”

My eyes widened. “I would like to see a nurse.”

He nodded, packing up his tools. “You can get changed while I talk to your mother.”

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This is a Benny watts imagine! I did not proofread this since it's already two am! 😂

I had never felt safe to be myself and express how I felt around anyone much less a man, that was until I met Benny. I watched him walk through the bedroom door and into the kitchen, his upper body exposed with just his kimono and tight black jeans he often wore. His arms flexed as he made his morning coffee.

“I see you.” I was confused until I noticed his reflection in the kettle, watching me.

I blushed, pulling the blanket that sat around my waist up over my face.

He chuckled, sitting beside me on the small sofa. “No reason to hide.”

I cuddled into his shoulder while he rested his feet atop the small coffee table.

“Beth should be over later.”

I frowned, It’s not that I didn't like Beth, I had no reason to not like her but Benny had spent these last few months doing nothing but training her in chess.

“Benny, can we have this day to ourselves? Just me and you.” I felt terrible asking this, I knew chess meant so much to him, and teaching someone made him proud, whether he would admit it or not.

“Well, me and Beth lost a couple of days of practice due to the cold.”

“But you sat on the phone with her those days, talking about chess.”

He shook his head. “Not the same.”

I sighed, standing up and heading to the bathroom. I watched myself cry in the cheap, warped bathroom mirror. I heard a soft knock on the apartment door and Benny’s barefoot feet hurried across the concrete floor. They greeted each other with such enthusiasm and thrill, my heart sank. I waited until I felt safe to come out of the bathroom, but only to close myself up in the bedroom. I felt weak, gently laying down on Benny’s side of the bed wrapping myself in his sheets, letting my tears stain his pillow.

“Y/n, wake up, love.” I awoke to Benny’s sweet whispers and soft caresses. A look of confusion came across his face when I looked at him. “You've been crying?” I felt panic wash over me, “No.” I laughed it off, sitting up and wiping my eyes.

“Then why is my pillow damp?” He smirked, moving a small piece of hair away from my face.

I shrugged. He picked me up, setting me on his lap. “What’s going on, love?”

“Do you still love me?” He was taken aback by the question.

“Of course I love you, Why would you ask such a thing?”

Tears welled in my eyes and my lip quivered. “You only spend time with Beth.”

His face softened and he shook his head.

“I’m sorry, I know I've been spending a lot of time with her but I promise it’s not because I love her, I could never love another woman, someone that isn’t you is someone I really don’t want anything to do with. The only reason I’m talking to Beth is because of chess, nothing more. In fact…”

He picked me up carrying me to the doorway before setting me down, in front of a path of rose petals before grabbing my hand and leading me to the kitchen table where he had set up a candle-lit dinner, with my favorite dish and a glass of wine.

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Someone opened the door to my room. It was the man with the accent, stopping when he noticed me lying in bed.

“Are you okay?” He cocked an eyebrow walking over to me and checking my temperature with the back of his hand. I slowly nodded my head, closing my eyes and enjoying how cold his hand felt on my heated forehead. I frowned when he took it away, “Just give me a moment.”

He grabbed a rag and took it over to the bowl of water in the corner of the room and dunked it before wringing it out and bringing it over.

“Set this on your head.” He kept his voice low and his movements gentle.

“I’m gonna crack this window okay? It’s nice and cool outside.” I nodded, my head slightly falling to the side.

“Here lay down.” He very carefully guided me to lie down, covering me up with only one blanket this time.

“I’m gonna go grab you some water but just try to rest.” He left soon coming back with the water and what I believed to be a nightgown.

“You can change into this whenever you would like, you don’t have to though.”

“Thank you.” My voice was weak and lost.

“You're more than welcome, can I get you anything else?”

“What’s your name?” I managed to wheeze, surprised that he heard me when he responded.

“Dr, Jack Dawkins but you little lady can call me Jack.”

I smiled giving a small nod, “I’m Y/n.”

He mimicked my own movements from before. “What a beautiful name, it quite suits you.” He reached tucking me in a little before moving a few strands of hair away from my face.

“If you need anything ask for me or a nurse okay? I’ll come by to check on you every hour or so.”

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This is a cute Newt imagine.

Might make a series.

Newt’s pov

I was sitting at the lunch table with Minho, Thomas, and Chuck when I realized the new girl, Greenie, wasn’t there. Where could she have gone? I thought.

“Do you guys know where Y/n is?”

They all looked around, their mouths full where they had already shoveled half the food on their tray into it. They all shrugged, not caring for much of anything but the food in front of them.

I waited a little while before getting up and grabbing a second tray while throwing away my own, given I had eaten while I waited. I searched the glade for a short amount of time before finding her sitting by the pond.

“Hey there, brought you some food.”

I smiled bending down to hand her the tray of mashed potatoes and soup but she didn’t seem to care for it. Plucking some grass and throwing it into the pond watching it dance in the breeze before drifting away in the water.

I kneeled beside her, “You know Frypan’s quite the chef.”

She held this empty look on her face, I had seen it in everybody who arrived here.

“I’m not hungry.”

“You haven’t eaten anything since you showed up.” I chuckled, setting the tray of food in her lap. She just shrugged, throwing more grass.

“Listen I know it’s hard to comprehend everything that’s happening and you don’t know us all that well but we have good intentions Y/n, we're in this together, every single one of us.”

She looked at me a moment before grabbing her spoon and taking a sip of the soup.

“Is it good?” I asked, “I apologize if it’s a bit cold.”

She shook her head and very quietly muttered, “It’s good.” Almost as though she didn’t wanna admit it. I smiled, fully sitting beside her and keeping her company as she ate.

Y/n POV

I sat with the fire behind me, watching the shadows of the dancing boys, except for the one that sat beside me, Newt. I felt uncomfortable not being able to see behind me and watch the crowd, so I moved to face them as well as Newt. He caught my eye taking a sip from the jar in his hand.

“Would you like some?” He offered me the dark yellow liquid.

“What is it?” I was weary.

“I have no idea.” He chuckled while holding it up to the fire’s glow.

I giggled a little, shaking my head.

“Looks like piss.” We both laughed and he agreed.

I spotted a small blue flower getting up and running towards it before picking it and taking it back over to where Newt sat. “Look!” I smiled, examining it in front of the light.

“Yeah, I've been growing it for a while now.” I looked up at him, my hand covering my mouth, and he chuckled.

“I’m so sorry, you probably worked so hard and-“

“Y/n, love, it’s okay. The flower deserved to be picked by someone as gorgeous as you.” He took another sip of his drink still looking out at the maze walls.

I blushed trying to hold back my joy, not only did I have a pretty flower but I got a compliment from a fairly attractive guy. “Alright, everyone! Get some rest.” It was Alby.

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This is a smut imagine about Newt.

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I tickled Newt’s hand, making him stir.

“Hmmph.” He grumbled, opening his lazy eyes.

“What love?” He whispered.

His voice made me horny. We may have our own room in the glade but that doesn’t mean the walls aren’t paper thin. Anyone at any time could hear everything. I smirked, wrapping both my legs around one of his and grinding.

He cocked an eyebrow.

“Not tonight love.” He pulled me closer holding me still. I tried desperately to grind on him but he wouldn’t let me.

“Shhh go to sleep, baby.”

I clenched my legs hard. Hearing him call me “Baby” made me need him even more.

“But Newt you promised!” I whined.

“Be quiet, there’s others trying to sleep.” His voice was more demanding. Thirty minutes later we still just lay there. I tried multiple times to grind on him or kiss him just trying to get him in the mood but he wouldn’t budge and he would slap my hand anytime I got too close to his Penis. My next choice was to touch myself but yet again I was stopped, no matter how quietly I tried.

“Newt please, I need this.”

A tear ran down my face in desperation and frustration. He sighed, wiping my tears, getting up and grabbing his shoes before picking me up, and letting me straddle him. I moaned from the contact and immediately began making out with his neck, trying to get more friction by moving myself roughly up and down his chest.

Before I knew it we were at our spot, deep in the deadheads where no one could hear or find us. I squealed when he set me down finally connecting our lips, we made out for a long while before he pulled away, both gasping for air.

“Newt, I need you,” I begged.

“Prove it, princess.” He whispered.

I smiled before lowering to the ground feeling the leaves and grass beneath me. I reached up and pulled down his trousers. Shocked to see he hadn’t worn any underwear to bed. He was huge, I swear bigger than last time. It was thick and long with veins bulging from it.

“You miss him, baby?” I nodded, giving him the cutest doe eyes I could. There was no sense of sleep in his eyes, he was wide awake and so was his Dick.

“Go on.” He pushed.

I trailed my tongue from his v all the way to the tip before taking him in my mouth and softly moving my tongue in circles around the tip. He moaned and threw his head back with his eyes shut.

I very slowly began sucking, moving my head back and forth. I wasn’t going to give it to him that easy, he made me wait, why shouldn’t he?

“You're gonna have to move a little faster, yeah?” He grunted.

I giggled, sending vibrations down his dick, his legs shook from the amount of edging.

“Faster princess.” He was much more dominant now grabbing my hair, and forcing his cock down my throat over and over again until he came, groaning loudly. I felt the sweet liquid shoot into the back of my throat before he pulled out. I looked up at him to show his load letting some dribble down my Chin before swallowing the rest.

“Mmmm, now it’s your turn princess.”

He grabbed me by my arm, roughly walking me over to a tree and tying my hand’s tightly around it, my ass sticking out from behind. He lifted my chin to look at him.

“This is what happens when you aren’t patient.” He gave me a small kiss before making his way behind me.

“I don’t think we need this now do we?” He asked, ripping off my tank top.

I gasped trying to move back against him. “A a ah, you do that again and I won’t let you finish, do you understand me?”

I nodded

“Yes.”

“Alright.”

He ripped both my bra and my panties off, playing with my nipples pinching and rubbing them, making me moan and arch my back. I could feel his dick against my ass making it harder not to grind.

“You're such a good girl.” He cooed.

My wetness was now running down my legs as I felt him sucking on my neck. “Are you ready?”

I smiled. Finally, he was gonna fuck me.

“Yes yes, I’m ready.” He chuckled at my desperate pleas, placing both hands on my hips before pushing his dick further inside me than I felt it had ever been. This was heaven. He began thrusting hard and fast into my sensitive pussy while guiding my hips with one hand, using the other to play with my clit. I screamed my eyes rolling back into my head and my back arching as I hit my high cumming on him but he didn’t stop pulling out a few moments later leaving his cum to squirt up my back. The warm sensation made me smile.

After he undid my cuffs and we both got dressed he carried me back to our room laying me down on my stomach and cleaning me up with a wet cloth before lying beside me.

“Was I too rough?” He asked with uncertainty and worry. I slowly shook my head, still recovering from my orgasm. “You were perfect.”

I smiled, cuddling into his chest.

And I felt a subtle kiss on my head while drifting into a relaxing rest.

This is a Jack x Belle imagine that wad anonymously requested of me!

I hope you all enjoy it, I don't normally write character x character imagine so I apologize if it's not all you hope or hoped.🤍🤍🤍

In this imagine Jack had a ⚠️panic attack⚠️ and Belle learns about what they are as he is having one.

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Jack’s POV

The surgery will begin in 20 minutes. I was nauseous, this was going to be one of the most important surgeries of my career. “Dawkins are you alright?” Hetty questioned me gently, setting a hand on my shoulder.

I shook her off, “I’m fine.”

“Glad to see you haven’t started without me.” Belle smiled as she walked through the door, I forced a subtle smile only glancing before continuing to arrange my instruments.

“Are you okay?”

“Why?”

“You're a little shaky, and you’ve got some sweat.” She wiped my forehead with her handkerchief, looking rather worried.

“I’m alright milady.”

I glanced at the clock “10 more minutes.” I muttered in a panic. A wave of heat crashed down upon me starting from the top of my head all the way down to the bottom of my feet. I pinched the bridge of my nose feeling myself sway back and forth. “Jack.” It was Belle, I couldn’t let her see me in a panic, it would scare her, I can’t have someone I feel so fondly for scared of me.

“Yes?” I heard my voice echo and a loud ringing began to play.

“Jack, what’s wrong?” That look she gave me made me melt, she was genuinely worried about me. I felt terrible. My head shook as I felt time slow for a split second. “I just need to use the restroom.” I hurried off, instead making my way into my small living quarters and splashing cool water in my face before dabbing it dry with my sleeve.

Belle’s POV

Jack had been gone far too long, the surgery was starting soon, Belle watched as the eager men piled in to watch the amazing Dr. Dawkins. “Excuse me Hetty, have you seen Dawkins?” She shook her head. “Last I saw him he was rushing up the stairs to his room.” Belle took off out the doors towards his room, what was going on?

She made it to his door gently knocking but getting no response.

“Jack, are you alright?” Once again there was no response but as she listened closely, small sobs became more and more apparent.

“Jack, I'm coming in.” She was met with a worrying sight and immediately rushed to his side. He was sitting on the floor, his back flat against the wall with his head in his hands, his elbows resting on his knees. His breathing was intense and fast leaving almost no time for oxygen to enter his lungs, his hair and clothing, now drenched in sweat, and his cheeks with tears.

“B-Belle.” He gasped, gripping his chest

with his hands.

“What’s happening?” Tears welled in Belle’s eyes, was he dying and hadn’t told her?

“It’s. a. Panic. attack.” He managed to mumble, still hyperventilating.

“How do I help?” A tear ran down her cheek.

“Stay. calm. I’ll. be. okay.” Belle had never seen this much pain and worry in his eyes, it terrified her. But she nodded gently resting her hand on his cheek bringing their foreheads together while taking his hand to her heart.

“Just listen to my heartbeat okay? Close your eyes and listen.” She whispered, caressing his hand with her own.

Jack’s POV

I was now the one holding Belle, I had explained what happened. She was not having a panic attack, just extremely shocked and overwhelmed. “I’m sorry Belle, I didn’t want you to see me like that.” As I moved to look at her she did the same. “I’m glad I could help you, why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

I shrugged. “Like I said, I was afraid I would scare you.”

She shook her head moving to bring us closer, “Jack, I was scared I was losing you. If you had told me sooner I would have known what to do.”

I nodded, “I know and I apologize, but for not knowing what to do you were wonderful.” I smirked as I lay a gentle peck on her nose. “Since we missed the surgery, do you mind staying a bit longer?” And she shook her head.

Hi sorry if this one isn’t all that great, I'm struggling a bit right now but I hope you enjoy anyway!🤍

I dragged my feet across the bedroom floor, Benny wasn’t in bed yet again. There was a small glowing light coming from behind the bedroom door. In my small white gown, I carefully opened the door peeking out from behind it. Benny was neither sitting at his chessboard nor in his excuse for a living room.

Where had he gone? I wondered. My question was soon answered when I heard the shower running. I went and grabbed the radio before sitting on the couch and turning the volume on low. They were playing slow and calm music which was not helping with my sleepy state of mind. I wanted to wait for Benny, he always smells like citrus and vanilla when getting out of the shower, sometimes a hint of mint, and always leather. My eyes slowly closed but snapped open as I heard the bathroom door click and Benny walked out, his hair still dripping wet with only a towel around his waist.

“What are you doing up?” He whispered, I wasn’t sure as to why. I shrugged letting my eyes fall shut once again. He chuckled. I felt the space on the couch next to me dip, his scent that I knew all too well filling my senses. I fell into him, his arms wrapping around me, giving me a tight squeeze.

“Did I wake you?”

I shook my head.

“Can you come to bed?”

He sighed, taking a minute to think.

“I’m not all that tired baby. But I can sit here with you and listen to the radio.”

He leaned forward, turning the volume knob.

I awoke to Benny’s arms still tightly around me and the light of day filling the apartment, his head resting on my own. I hated to wake him, knowing he had more than likely been up all night, so I laid there for a good while before having to adjust. He stirred as well, slowly opening his eyes. “Good morning.” I smiled.

“Good morning” He groaned, giving my nose a small kiss.

“Would you be a doll and make me a cup of coffee while I get dressed?” It was just now I noticed he still had the towel around his waist. I nodded, getting up to fix his coffee while he walked into the bedroom to change. I finished making his coffee.

“Thank you, sweetheart.” He came from behind me, giving my bottom a small pinch. I giggled while handing him his coffee.

“What are you gonna do today?”

He asked.

“Oh you know, slave away for the attention of my chess-obsessed boyfriend.” I laughed, He didn’t find it funny, giving me a stern, confused look. “You don’t have to slave away for my attention.”

I rolled my eyes. “Admit it you love your chess board more than me.” I giggled whacking him playfully with a small pillow. I know I joked but deep down I was curious.

“Y/n, I love you far more than that silly chessboard, I don’t love that chessboard, I love you, you are someone that brings me joy and warmth even on my darkest days.”

“But chess brings you joy.”

He shook his head.

“Yes. Chess brings me joy but I could live without chess.”

My eyes widened in shock, did he really just say that?

“I could never live without you. Life would be absolute hell without you, love.”

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This is a newt imagine, you got into a fight with Gally and got hurt, newt gets frustrated since this isn’t the first time this has happened.

“Newt, I said I’m sorry.” I pleaded as Newt dragged me into the medhut, He shook his head while gathering the tools he needed. “Sorry doesn't cut it this time.” He mumbled pulling up a stool.

“Let me see your elbow.” I moved my arm to show him my elbow. He sighed, “Y/n, you promised you wouldn’t do this anymore.”

“He started it! I was just-“

“Just be quiet.”

I was screwed, he was mad this time. After he finished patching up my cuts, scrapes, and bruises he spoke while putting away the tools he had used.

“Gally and his crew are a bunch of shanks, you know that. Feeding into what they say isn’t going to help anything.”

“Helps my anger,” I mumbled.

“Listen to me!” He banged a fist on the table making me jump.

“You never bloody listen to me and always end up getting hurt!”

I didn’t know what to say, I was scared, he had never raised his voice at me. A tear rolling down my face I forced out an apology.

“I-I’m sorry.”

“I just need some time Y/n.” He said, beginning to walk out. “Time?” I asked, he turned looking me in the eyes, I could see the sadness in his eyes, they were glistening with tears.

He nodded “Time to myself.” I walked over to him, grabbing onto his arm and cuddling into him. “But. I need you.” I cried.We stood silent and still for a moment. “I just need time.” I felt him pull away from me and watched him walk back to the gardens.

The sun had now set the dark sky enveloping the glade, The others were asleep while I sat at the small creek watching the water move, listening to the calming sound of flowing water.

What have I done? I thought. I knew Newt wasn’t going to be happy with me as soon as I opened my mouth to backtalk when Gally began bugging me.

I finally let myself cry, my head falling to my knees and whimpers falling from my mouth. “Love?” It was Newt. I never wanted him to see me cry or anyone for that matter, it felt humiliating. He sat beside me,wrapping an arm around my back.

“It’s late, you know, you should come to bed.”

“I’m sorry.” I sobbed.

“I can’t understand you.” He whispered, his hot breath against my cold ear gave me comfort.

“I said I’m sorry.” I locked eyes with him, his face immediately softening when seeing mine. “Your right, I should have listened to you, I really should have, I never wanted to make you angry”

“I’m just stupid, I-I’m stupid.” He shook his head and gently picked me up, setting me on his lap and giving my head a tender kiss.

“You're not stupid baby, I know it’s hard to ignore him, I just hate seeing you hurt, especially when I can't beat the shuck outta him.”

“I thought you were gonna break up with me.” He held me tighter.

“I could never break up with my little flower. I apologize for raising my voice, you didn’t deserve that, I was just worried about you.”

“It’s okay.”

“No it’s not, but I know how to make it up to you.”

I moved to sit up in his lap, looking him in the eyes. “How?” I wondered.

He smiled. “Well, I’ll give you as many cuddles as you want and I’ll let you pick as many flowers from the garden as you would like for the next week.”

I smiled. “Can you sleep in with me?”

He chuckled, nodding his head.

“I’ll sleep in with you.”

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In this imagine your looking for a place to stay when you find no luck Jack saves you from a drunken man as well as offering a place to stay.

I was terribly lost, this small town was bursting at the seams with people and carriages, horses and fruit stands. “Excuse me, can I help you?” A rather short man with short brunette hair, thick sideburns, and a somewhat smug look asked. He wore a tall black hat, with a black jacket and leather gloves to match. A gray button-down suit with a white shirt underneath. A cloth wrapped around his neck, his shoes were nice and polished, he didn’t fit in.

“Well I came here hoping to find shelter, you see I-“

He closed his eyes, shaking his head. “I’m not all worried about that but-“ He paused, pulling a golden-backed pocket watch out of his suit pocket and checking the time.

“You might as well hurry, the men get quite restless.”

He gave a small inconsiderate smile before walking off toward a vendor. I was disgusted, how could someone say such a thing?

The sun had now set, leaving the stars and moon to take the sky. The only light in town came from the old pub in front of me. The only way I was going to find a place to stay was if I went in there and searched for somebody. The only people I had seen come in and out of the place were men.

Walking in, there were plenty of people, some were hollering while others were singing and some were simply enjoying a beer with a friend or two.I noticed the woman serving drinks.

“Excuse me, mam?”

“Oh, hi sweetheart I’ll be with you in just a moment .”

“I was just wondering if you had a place for me to stay. Just for the night.”

“I’m afraid all the rooms are filled.”

I didn’t exactly understand but she wasn’t quite in the talking mood, with the men ordering beers, whiskey, and rum left and right.I walked further into the mess of people feeling awkward and vulnerable.

“Hey, baby. How about you take me back and give me something special.” The man reeked of rum and cigarettes, clutching my arm tightly while stumbling about.

“I’m sorry I think you have the wrong person.” It was more of a question than a statement.

“Oh come on.” He tried tugging me with him to the back of the bar but I resisted, I was thoroughly shocked by his strength.

“Please let me go.” I was trying to be nice but also pleaded with him, attempting to pry his hand off.

“Leave her alone Gale.” This voice was different from any of the others I had heard, it was weird, I had never heard anything like it.

“Oh come on, it's her job.” The man huffed, tightening his grip and tugging on me harder.

“No. Gale, it’s not, this young lady does not work here.” The man with the accent came over loosening Gale’s grip immediately. Gale huffed, taking a look at me and going back to sit down by a small window.

“You can sit with us if you would like.” I followed the man with an accent as he walked over to a small rectangle table pulling a chair over for me. I sat down observing them, one at a time. The man to my left was much older than the Man with the accent, the hair on his head was gone but his beard and mustache still remained.

His natural hair color was breaking through with a bit of gray undertone. His clothes weren’t the nicest I had seen. The vest he wore over top of his stained button-up shirt with several of the buttons missing, was fraying at all the seams, a few tears here and there. The small red piece of cloth he had tied around his neck was faded as was the rest of his clothing. His suspenders holding up his light pants, a button having popped off of those as well.

The man with the accent was handsome, to say the least. His dirty blonde hair was messy from where he continued to run his hand through it while his lips were glossy from the beer in his hand. His brown eyes focused on the table as though he was trying to remember a memory far long gone. He wore a thin shirt, the puffy sleeves rolled up halfway revealing his slender arms and prominent veins. Overtop was a navy buttoned vest. His pants were brown, he wore a piece of cloth around his neck as well. His clothing was far more professional and seemingly new than the other.

“I heard you needed a place to stay. I have a hospital not too far down the street. I'm sure we could spare a room if you would like.” The man with the accent offered.

I wanted to so badly but had to think of those who truly needed that room.

“I greatly appreciate the offer but I’m sure there are plenty of others who need the room.”

“Yes but not currently, If the room is needed we will take you out and place you somewhere else safe.”

Both the men were now standing. Taking a moment to consider I agreed, walking out with the two of them and towards the hospital.

I sat on the small window sill watching the stars and the moon.

“I wouldn’t sit there, it would hurt if you fell.” That accent seemed to shock me each and every time.

“Nah, you think so?” Sarcasm spilling from my mouth.

He shook his head with a small smile. “Here’s some extra blankets it can get quite cold at night, if you need anything more just let me or one of the nurses know.”

I closed the window and latched it, going to help him spread the blankets across the bed.

“Thank you for letting me stay.”

“It’s my pleasure.” He smiled walking over to the door.

“Get some rest, I’ll probably come to check up on you tomorrow.”

I nodded leaving him to close the door and me climb into the bed, all the blankets creating a comforting weight.

There was one last thought on my mind before drifting to sleep. What was his name?

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Thank you so much to whoever gave me the idea for this! I had so much fun writing this.

I was taking pictures here and there around the school when I felt someone run up behind me, placing an arm around my shoulder. I looked over, noticing Newt, his fluffy blonde hair and chocolate brown eyes. I didn’t realize I had been staring until I bumped into someone.

“Oh, I apologize.”

The boy just smiled, giving me a small nod. I was quite popular in this school, everyone knew me. From the quote on quote weird kids, to the ones who smoke weed in the bathroom, and the athletes. Speaking of athletes.

“Jeez Y/n, you alright?” Newt’s accent made me wanna melt into him like putty. “Yeah, I’m just tired, that's all.”

“Aw man, so you’re not coming to the tournament tonight?”

Shoot, I had forgotten all about the tournament. I was supposed to go and take pictures of the track tournament for the photography club I had signed up for this year.I went around taking pictures for the yearbook and the newsletters, and stuff like that.

“Nah, I’ll be there, kinda have to be.”

“Oh right, Casey got the flu huh?”

I nodded, giving him a grossed-out look. Casey was my friend who was in the photography club as well. He let out a laugh before separating off into another hallway. “See ya tonight!”

A few days after the game, I was sitting on a chair outside of the photography room, since the red light would always give me a headache after a while. I had my head down in my hands when I felt a gentle hand on my shoulder.

“You alright?”

I looked up to see Newt and his friend Charlie standing in front of me, both looking happier than ever. They were thrilled they had won the tournament, and I was thrilled for them.

“Yeah, just a slight headache, the lighting in there is harsh ya know?”

They both nodded, Charlie being the one to speak.

“We were just coming to see the pictures you took of the tournament. We would love to see them.”

“Yeah, of course, you guys go ahead, I just need a moment.”

They both nodded, walking into the room while I grabbed two Advils from my purse, taking them both before joining them.

When I walked in I noticed they were standing at a specific wall, Charlie turning around to give me a terrified look.

“What the hell!”

I laughed at first not understanding what was such a big deal before getting a tad bit closer and realizing…these were all my pictures of Newt. Every single one I had taken this week. I panicked, immediately taking them down and moving them across the room onto a small table where the rest of the fully developed photos go.

“I’m sorry.” Was all I could manage, grabbing the tournament photos and taking them over.

“Nah, you're a freak.” Charlie was about to storm out when Newt grabbed his arm. “Don’t be rude, we came here to look at the tournament photos.”

“Newt she had a picture of you when you got out of the showers! You had a towel around your waist…a towel, that's it!”

Shit that one was in there? I thought I had taken that one last week.

“And I will have a talk with her about that later, but for now we came here to look at these photos.”

His dominance gave me chills. We made eye contact. A split second before I broke it handing him the pile of photos,

“Would you like to take a quick look through these?”

He had a small pleasant smile on his face which shocked me. Didn’t he think I was a freak as well? I ignored his comment, doing whatever I could to ignore their presence.

“Hey, Y’n could we by chance take any of these?” Newt asked.

“Yeah, you can take most of them. I just need two or three for the yearbook.”

“Alright here, go through and pick some you wanna keep, Y/n can I have a chat outside?”

I nodded, grabbing the pictures of him and walking with him to the door. He held it open following me out.

I handed him the photos as soon as the door shut feeling guilty, staring at the ground.

“You know, you take quite wonderful pictures.” He flipped through them.

“Thank you,” I murmured

“Y’n, I’m not mad at you.”

“Not even a little?”

He had the pictures in one hand using the other to lift my chin.

“Nope, not even a little.” He cooed.

“You don't think I’m a freak?”

He shook his head “This is one of the most adorable things a girl that likes me has ever done.”

I smiled, feeling like a child.

“I could never call you a freak.” I had butterflies not just in my stomach but everywhere, my heart, my hands and feet, even my brain. I wanted to run around and squeal.

“Coffee this Wednesday at six?”

He asked, taking his hand away to check his watch. I nodded still blushing hard.

“Alright, I’ll see you then.”

Just then Charlie came out carrying some pictures.

“I left you four, come on Newt.”