Lost In Agressive Fantasy

“Sunflowers are too yellow,” you’re saying to Lois, passionate in your discussion about flowers and which kind is the best to receive. Clark’s been listening in, for research purposes. “And roses are too red.”

Lois laughs, “You can get roses in other colours, you know.”

“I know,” you say defensively, sticking your chin out at her. “But I’ve only ever gotten red. They’re so boring.”

“Well, what flowers do you like?” Lois asks, sounding amused, and Clark perks up.

“Hmm,” you tap your chin thoughtfully. Then, after a moment of thought, “I like lilies. The pink ones are so pretty.”

That’s how Clark ends up late to work the next day, a big bouquet of pink and white lilies clutched in his hand, their stalks strangled in his nervous grip. The cellophane crinkles against his suit as he weaves through bustling colleagues towards his desk. In his other hand is a brown paper bag, still warm, smelling of sugar and almonds.

Clark’s surprised, and a bit alarmed, to find you already standing at his desk, poring over your notebook. His heart suddenly picks up speed, and he considers turning tail and running the other way, but you look up as he approaches. Too late.

“Oh, Clark, you’re here. I just wanted to ask you about—“ You stop short as your gaze lands on the flowers cradled to his chest. You raise a brow, “Who’s the lucky girl?”

Clark feels suddenly really nervous. He wishes he could wipe his sweaty palms on his suit jacket, but his hands are full. He swallows.

“Um,” He starts lamely. His glasses start to slip down his nose and he pushes them back up with the hand holding the flowers. “You?”

You blink at him, looking understandably confused. “Huh?”

Clark flounders for a long moment. This is not going how he’d hoped it would.

“Uh.” He clears his throat and steels his nerves. “They’re… they’re for you, honey.”

He offers the flowers to you. Your features are still screwed up in skepticism, and Clark is immensely grateful when you take them from him, your fingers brushing his as you go.

“Oh.” You gaze down at the flowers, then back up at Clark, blinking rapidly. Clark wonders if you’re as nervous as he feels. He doubts it. “What for?”

Clark’s not really sure himself. He doesn’t know why he got them, he just knows that he likes you, and you like lilies, and maybe the logic got a bit lost in the process, but sue him for thinking you deserve nice things.

He shrugs. “I’m not sure. No reason, really,” he rubs the back of his neck with a warm hand. “I just thought you’d like them. Do you?”

You nod vehemently. “I love them, Clark. They’re so pretty, how’d you know lilies are my favourite?”

Clark hesitates. He’s not about to tell you he’s been listening in on your conversations. One, it’s definitely borderline creepy, and two, Clark Kent isn’t supposed to have super hearing.

He just grins, sheepish. “Dunno,” he says. “Just a lucky guess. I got you this, as well.”

He holds out the paper bag before he can psyche himself out. You put the flowers down on his desk, gentle as ever, and take the bag from him, opening up the top and peeking in.

“An almond croissant?” You say, sounding surprised and pleased at once.

Your shoulders start to creep towards your ears, and you bite the inside of your cheek like you’re trying not to smile too big. Clark knows almond croissants are your favourite. He heard you raving to Jimmy about the ones at the bakery down the street last week.

Before Clark can give you another lame explanation for his conveniently suitable gifts, you surge at him, throwing your arms around his neck with a pleased giggle. Clark, startled, catches you with his hands on your waist. His heartbeat goes suddenly frantic.

“Clark,” you gush, and his name sounds unbelievably sweet in your mouth. “You didn’t have to.”

“I know you skip breakfast most days,” he says, sheepish and a little bit panicked. His face feels like it’s on fire, worse when you pull back and smile at him like he’s hung the sun. “I figured you’d be hungry. I was going past the bakery, anyway. It’s no big deal.”

He’s rambling, but he can’t help it. You’re so close, and your smile is bruising.

You give him an exasperated look. “You’re downplaying it. Almond croissants are my favourite!” You steal your arms back from around his neck and hit him on the chest gently. He doesn’t feel a thing, but it’s cute anyway. “What are you, psychic?”

Worse, Clark thinks. He shrugs. “I told you. Lucky guesses.”

You squint at him, and Clark feels the heat of a million suns on his skin under your gaze. He almost spills his guts right then and there, but before he can, you break into a big smile.

“You’re cute, Kent,” you say decidedly. Before Clark can react, you push up onto your tiptoes, press a hand to his chest, and kiss his check sweetly. “Thank you.”

Clark goes a bit blind. He wouldn’t be surprised if there was steam gushing out of his ears right now. He’s gotta do this more often if you’re gonna react like that.

It’s nearing 3:30 in the morning, and you’re desperately trying to rub the sleep from your eyes when you hear the door to the med-hut open.

“Hello?” you call out, voice quiet so as to not disturb the three sleeping patients.

A familiar blonde-haired boy makes his way into the dim light of the med-hut. Newt, the Glades second-in-command, and one of your closest friends.

“Hey..” he says quietly, with a small smile on his face “What are you doing up?”

“I could ask you the same question” you respond with a cheeky grin.

Newt rolls his eyes and sits down next to you, smile never faltering.

“You know tonight is my turn to do the night watch” he says, watching you intently, seeming to realise the sheer exhaustion in your eyes.

“You never answered my question (y/n), what are you doing up?” he asks again gently, waiting for your response.

You sigh and run your hands on your face “it’s my turn to do the night shift tonight” you say, knowing fully well that by now it had to be one of the other boys’ turns. You simply don’t want to worry Newt, afterall he has a really important job in the Glade, and if he found out what the boys were making you do he would be livid.

Newt sighs and carefully moves closer to you, eyes never leaving your face “(y/n), I know that you took a night shift last night too, Alby told me. What are you still doing up, darling? Don’t lie to me”

You freeze, forgetting that Alby had in fact come to visit you last night. You realise there’s no point in trying to lie to him, you’ve never been able to lie to Newt, that’s why you guys are such close friends, he can always tell when something’s bothering you.

“I took tonight's shift too..” you say quietly, busying yourself with organising your desk so you wouldn’t have to see his face “it’s okay though-” 

Before you can say anything else Newt gently grabs your hand. The action makes you confused, and you turn to face him. His face is hard, clearly not liking what you’ve said.

“So you’ve worked the last 2 nights?” he asks quietly, before adding “How long has it been since you slept?” 

You pause “three days i think” you say almost sheepishly “it sounds worse than it is though Newt-”

Again you’re cut off by the boy in front of you. He looks incredibly mad now, not at you however.

“(y/n), darling, you cannot do this to yourself, okay? You need to rest, you’ll end up sick if you keep working yourself like this” he says gently, using a hand to gently caress your cheek

“Please, get some sleep for me”

You shake your head gently “I can’t Newt, the patients need someone to watch them..”

“So I’ll wake one of the other boys” Newt says with a shrug “they’ve been making you do their jobs, and that’s not on, okay? You deserve to rest, especially after a night shift. I’m going to tell Alby, and I promise you darling this will never happen again, alright?” he says, leaving no room for argument.

You nod your head, the tiredness now hitting you in waves.

“C’mon” Newt says, gently pulling you to your feet “your hammock or mine?”

It was a thing between the two of you to share hammocks some nights. Usually it was when one of you was having a tough day, or simply when it got too cold at night. Tonight seemed to be no exception.

“Yours please” you mutter, standing up. Newt smiles and begins to lead you out of the med-hut to where the hammocks are set up. The moon is full tonight, the light from it illuminating the tops of the trees in the Glade. It looked so peaceful like this, if you could ignore the sounds of the Grievers lurking in the maze. As you walk Newt turns around to look at you, making sure you're okay. His eyes are filled with concern. Soon enough, you both reach his hammock. You sit down and take off your shoes and then climb into the hammock, Newt following straight after. You settle into the hammock, your head resting on Newt's chest. He gently runs a hand up and down your back comfortingly.

"Is this okay?" he whispers, not wanting to ruin the moment.

You snuggle into him more "This is perfect. Thank you Newt" you say, lifting your head to place a soft kiss to his cheek. Newt freezes, not anticipating that. Before you can rest your head back on his chest he gently cups your face, looking down at you with soft eyes

“What was that for? Not that I’m complaining, darling” he says quietly, voice so soft and quiet.

You blush softly at his touch, leaning into his hand slightly.

“I just- you didn’t have to do this ... .just wanted to say thank you” you say softly, trying to avoid his gaze. You didn’t want him to see the blush on your face, knowing he’d tease you or worse, would figure out your feelings for him. By the way he’s looking at you it’s too late, he already knows just how much you like him.

“Hey” Newt says, gently turning your head so you guys are face-to-face “I would do anything for you…okay?” he says softly, the words almost flying away in the soft wind. If you weren’t looking at him you wouldn’t know he’d even uttered them. 

Your breath catches in your throat slightly. Is he saying what you think he’s saying?

“..you like me?” you ask after a beat.

Newt chuckles, the sound deep and comforting beneath your body

“(y/n), I like you. I adore you...you didn't know?” He chuckles again, seemingly amused at your obliviousness. “Is that okay?” he asks after a brief pause.

You feel like someone’s dumped a bucket of cold water on you. He likes you? Unbeknownst to him, you’ve been in love with Newt ever since you came to the Glade. He was the first person who showed you kindness, gently talking to you while showing you around the Glade. Before he can do or say anything else you press your lips to his. He’s taken aback for a second, before moving a hand to the side of your jaw and deepening the kiss. You can feel him smiling into the kiss, and you feel your lips involuntarily turn up. Eventually you have to break the kiss for air, but you don’t go far from each other, resting your forehead against his. 

“I really, really like you Newt..” you whisper. The smile Newt gives you is blinding, filled with love and sweetness and hope.

“That’s more than okay darling” he whispers back, a wide smile on his face.

You smile back, tiredness pulling at your eyes. Newt seems to notice this, and beckons you to lie down again.

“Go to sleep” he says quietly, smiling softly at you and wrapping an arm around you, hooking his chin over your head. You can hear his heartbeat, slow and unhurried. Safe. He places a soft kiss on the top of your head. The last thing you register before slumber pulls you in is Newt’s voice. 

“Sleep well (y/n)...words cannot describe how much I love you my darling”