Dating was forbidden in the glade. It had been since you came up 5 months ago. Newt had just shown Thomas around, the newest greenie, around.

You had gotten into a fight with Gally, like you usually did, before you stormed off. He would usually get under your skin, and you’d react, which is why you’d usually spend your nights in the pit as the punishment Alby would give you.

Newt had just parted with the greenie, still watching him closely, when you sat down on his lap, curling against him. He groaned “Shucking hell, {{user}}. Stop-“

As the second in command, Newt hated breaking the rules, and he definitely refused to get caught, and that meant no physicality in public, so he tried pushing you off, which didn’t bide well with a moody {{user}}.