Maze Runner - Oneshots and Imagines

Drunk - Newt (part two)

Something tickled my nose when I woke up and I had to stifle a laugh. I sneezed in response, grinned and yawned while stretching my arms and slowly opening my eyes. I needed a second to adjust to the bright sunlight.

"Morning love", a deep voice sounded, almost making me jump before I realised where and with whom I was. I snorted when I saw the mischievous grin on the blond boy's face, clearly pleased with my reaction. "Scared the shucking hell out of me", I grumbled, lightly attempting to hit his chest, but Newt had grabbed my hand before I could even reach him.

He moved it to his face and placed a kiss on it, making me gulp, unable to contain the smile that began to spread over my sleepy face. "Morning Newt", I giggled as I tried to sit up and mentally slapped myself a second later. Dumbass, I thought. You really have to giggle like an idiot.

Finally managing to rest my weight on my arm I turned towards the boy, who had watched me struggle silently for a few moments. A smile also appeared on his face and once again I found myself admiring him. But then his expression changed and insecurity washed over him visibly. I squeezed his hand, which I was still holding tightly, to reassure him as I tried to find the source of his sudden change in demeanor. "What's wrong?", I asked, brows furrowed.

"I told you last night, didn't I?", he asked and frowned. I smiled, not understanding what he was so concerned about. Without actually thinking about a response I simply leant forward until my nose touched his and I felt his breath on my cheek. "Yes" I tilted my head sideways and let my gaze flicker down to his soft lips before I looked up into his eyes once again. "And now you're not getting rid of me anymore."

In a rash movement I finally lay my lips on his. The kiss ended just as suddenly as it had started, but as I pulled away I felt a hand on my cheek. Slowly, Newt lowered his eyes to his palm, moving it down my jawline until he had reached my chin. I watched his face soften as his skin brushed mine with no thoughts in my mind - it was as if he had shut my head up fully. I simply took in the moment, watching his eyes follow his hand as his fingers lifted my chin up a bit and pulled my head back towards him. And then my eyelids flew shut as his lips met mine a second time. When we finally parted, his forehead rested against mine and I smiled. 

"You would've never told me if you hadn't been drunk, right?", I asked when I slowly opened my eyes again just in time to see him raise his hand to tuck a loose strand of hair behind my ear. He slightly nodded, just enough for me to notice. "Well thanks alcohol!", I laughed and let myself fall back into the sheets. "Otherwise we'd still be trying to suppress our feelings." I would, at least. I would've never been able to work up the courage to tell him, assuming he saw me as his best friend and just his best friend.

I didn't know which way things would go now. I didn't know if Newt and I were a couple, I didn't know if we were even allowed to be a couple, but I did know that Newt liked me in a way I would have never expected, and that was enough to make me happy at the moment.

Spending time with Newt had always felt comfortable. Always felt like home. But now that I didn't have to play a part anymore, that I didn't have to feel bad about my emotions, everything somehow became even better. More genuine. Now what mattered most was the moment, not the possibilities.

"So I take that as a yes?", the blonde sounded and I turned to face him again. His lips were curled into a smile, his eyes sparkling with pure happiness - something I hadn't seen in a long time. "A yes to what?", I asked, frowning while his smile turned into a smirk. With his index finger he lightly tapped my nose with every word he said. "Yes to being my girlfriend."

My mouth fell open, making Newt laugh. Hadn't he been the nervous one a second ago? How did that change so quickly? "For real?", I asked to make sure he wasn't joking. Instead of giving me an answer, he leaned in and connected our lips again. "Does that answer your question?"

I slowly closed my eyes, inhaling shakily and trying to steady my breath again. When I finally opened them again, Newt was still intently staring at me, waiting for me to answer, his face just a few inches away from mine. "Okay", I smiled. Newt laughed. "Just okay?", he pouted and I couldn't help but peck his lips once again. "More than just okay." 

The sound of the door opening interrupted the moment. Newt turned around in reflex, shielding me from view, but I peaked over his shoulder to see that Minho and Alby had entered the room. Alby closed his mouth as if he had wanted to say something and decided not to.

"The two lovebirds finally confessed, eh?", Minho joked, somehow not showing any sign of the state he must be in after being completely wasted yesterday evening. I rolled my eyes though feeling a familiar blush creep up my face. "Oh slim it", I stated, my red face hidden behind Newt's shoulder as I snuggled closer to him. "Well I'm glad this is sorted out now", Alby sounded, looking down at us. "But you shanks really have to get to work. You're late."

I groaned, burying my face in the blonde's shirt. Then I looked up again to face a grinning Runner. "Doesn't he have to, like, I dont know, run the maze?", I complained, gesturing at Minho. "Guess what shebean", he exclaimed, flopping down onto Newt's bed. "I've got my day off." I grunted, hugging Newt from behind in disbelief. Why did he get to have a day off but Newt and I didn't? "Come on, (y/n)", Newt laughed. "At least we get to work together." I nodded approvingly. True. We did get to work together. The whole day. "Alright", I sighed and got up.

"If you move in with Newtie, do I get your room?", Minho asked when we stepped out later. Alby had left the room before, but the Runner stuck with us. We weren't going to get rid of him anytime soon either - his 'days off' basically meant annoying anyone and everyone. "You've got your own room, slinthead", I nudged him in the side, earning a groan. "If someone gets to have my room it's Chuck."