Newt imagines (Newt X reader)

the journal pt. 3

Thomas POV

Minho has been saying day and night that Y/N journal is about him. He says the girls dig his hair? What girls? There is only one. We all know that this isn't true. I know who Y/N likes. I'm the only one she told. Beside, you need to be blind to not see those two staring at eachother. Minho notices it too, he just doesn't want to admit it. So I have a plan. A real one. We're going to get those two shanks together in no time, believe me.

"Minho! Minho!" I run to him, almost tripping over my own feet.

"Wow calm down there. I still need you for running shank" he laughs

"I have a plan"

"For what?"

"I don't know, the thing that we have been obsessing about this past week"

"Y/N?"

"yeah, I have a plan"

"Yeah right. Even if you have one, it'll definitly fail. Y/N is never going to admit that she likes me"

I give him a small punch.

"Oww" he whines

"Y/N doesn't like you, you dumb shank"

"What?!"

I cross my arms infront of me, trying to look as sassy as Minho always does. Obviously failing miserably.

"Alright fine. What's your plan?"

I tell him my plan, making sure to explain every detail. He nods once in awhile, but never interupts me. Guess someone's finally growing up.

"Got it?" I ask after a few minutes

"Yeah, I don't think it's going to work though"

"Just trust me, alright?"

"Fine"

We split of, each of us to our targets.

Your POV

I was working in the med-jack as usual. My head wondering of to that same person over and over again. I had to hide my journal in another spot, again. They always seen to find it, but I'm pretty sure they won't figure out this one. A voice in the distance catches my attention, so I walk outside only to be ran over by Thomas. Believe me, this is not the first time.

"Klunk, Thomas. You really need to work on that"

"Sorry, didn't think you would come out"

"It's fine. What do you want?"

"Just to make sure, you're still in love with Newt right?" he says casually

"Sshhh Thomas, are you crazy. Nobody else can know. Keep your voice down"

"Well, are you?" he now whispers

"Yes"

"Okay, perfect"

"Are you going to tell me what you're doing here?"

"Oh, yeah. Can you go to the deadheads and grab some stuff for me?"

"What stuff?"

"There is a pile. You'll know. Just go!" je says, shoving me slightly forward

I wonder of into the deadheads. My gut is telling me that there is something wrong, but there is always something wrong so I decide to ignore it. There is nothing here! Did Thomas really sent me in here for nothing?! I groan and turn around. My body collides with another and I fall to the ground.

"Ough" I whine

"I'm sorry, love"

"No, it's fine. I wasn't watching where I was going"

He extends his hand and I take it, letting him pull me up.

"What are you doing here Newt?"

"Minho told me to get some stuff from the deadheads, but I have been wondering around for awhile now and I can't find the pile he was taking about"

"Really? Thomas asked me the same thing"

"I think we're getting tricked" Newt laughs

Suddenly realisation hits me. The weird conversation with Thomas I just had few minute ago finally made sence.

"No, they're just trying to set us up" I mutter, hoping Newt didn't hear me.

"What did you say?" Newt asks me, clearly smirking

"Uh nothing"

"Noooo you said something about trying to set us up"

Newt keeps trying to get the truth out of me. I just keep denying it until I finally get tired of it

"Alright!" I yell, making Newt shut up for the first time in minutes. "Thomas and Minho are trying to set us up because they know I like you and they want us to date!" I let it all out

"You like me?" Newt says after a while

I nod and he smirks, grabbing my waist and pulling me closer, almost letting our bodies touch.

"I like you too, Y/N"

This is the last thing Newt says before smashing his lips onto mine. We keep kissing and I tilt my head to deepen the kiss. Then someone clears their throath.

"Told you" Thomas laughs, pushing Minho on his shoulder.

I pick up a stick and throw it at him. It whackes him in the head, making me and Newt laugh.

"Ooooww" Thomas groaned. "I'll take that as a thanks" he whines

"Wait.. So the journal was about Newt?" Minho asks, confusion written all over his face.

"Yeah, didn't you figure that out by now?"

"Ofcourse" he scoffs, while rubbing the back of his neck.

Thomas puts a hand on Minho's back and turns him around, leading him back to the glade.

"Where were we?" I smile before reattaching my lips back onto Newt's.

AN: This is the end of 'the journal series'. I really want to make some more, so if you have any ideas pls contact me on intsa: newtie_thomasbrodiesangster. Don't forget to vote and leave a comment!