You’re lying awake at night staring at the ceiling. You and Newt had been granted a room together. And currently, he’s busy helping Alby with some things. It was hard running the glade after all. Though the issue was that you couldn’t fall asleep unless he was there with you.
Just as you’re about to kick the covers off, the door creaks and there stands your blonde British boyfriend.
“Hey love.” He closes the door behind him and moves to his stash of clothing. He strips quickly. Revealing more and more skin to you.
“Keep the shirt of Newtie.”
And so he does, he pulls on a clean pair of trousers and shimmies into bed with you.
“Are you wearing my tunic?”
You giggle and roll into his side, you drape one of your legs over both of his and loop an arm around your boyfriends torso. You always wore his clothes, which was a win for both of you. You got his scent double-y as strong as night. And he’d get to steal it off you in the morning although he hated waking you up earlier than you had to be.
You drift off quickly now, in the arms of your love, of Newt.
“I love you.” He whispers just before you fade out. “I love you.”
Beatles songs are only valid if they’re not sung by the Beatles (especially the Lesbian I want to hold your hand)
I’m bout to expose myself but I can sing an entire portion of what I assume is a Beatles song because I watched a clip of Thomas Brodie songster doing it
Imagine…
Leaving Thomas and Dylan at the airport and Dylan waving at you constantly as you leave, eventually resulting in him hurting his arm as Thomas looks on in amusement