Newt imagines (Newt X reader)

avoiding

your POV 

"So... what I'm understanding is that you like him and that's why you avoid him?"

Thomas asks. He takes another bite from his stew and looks at me. 

"Yes, exactly! I guess I just don't want to embarress myself around him." I shrug.

It wasn't as stupid as it sounds. I think I'm just shy. I have tried to talk to him, but everytime I end up stuttering and running away. He must have thought that I was some crazy shank. The worst part is that he is second-in-command. That means that I have to report to him once a month. I once got so nervous that I wrote everything down and shoved the paper under his door in the homestead. He didn't say anything about it, so now I just do it every month. Easy. 

"Don't you think it is weird that your friends with every glader, but not with Newt? I mean it is quit noticable." 

"Look, Tommy. The avoiding thing is workig really well for me, so I think I'm just going to stick with it. I mean it doesn't hurt anyone."

"Maybe, but I still think that it is a stupid idea."

I just let out an overdramatic sigh and look down at my plate. I'm not hungry anymore. Thomas has me doubting everything and it's stressing me out. I stand up and throw the rest of Frypan's stew away. My eyes look round the glade. Boys are sitting everyone, a hot plate of stew on the table before them. The sight is kind of cute. Suddenly my eyes meet someone elses. I quickly turn away when I recognize the beautiful brown eyes. I put my plate in the sink and go to the gardens. Nobody is working, so I can admire the flowers in peace. I sit down, my back facing the boys. My fingers caress one of the flowers, gently, so I won't break it. 

"You know that's a daisy."

The sudden voice scares me and makes me jump. I look behind me as the blonde boy comes closer. He sits next to me, looking at the flower that I was just admiring. 

"Sorry, didn't mean to scare ya." He laughs

I can feel my heart racing and look away. Ofcourse this happens to me. Karma really knows how to get to me. I shouldn't have used Minho's hair product. 

"You can gather those to make a crown." Newt says, while pointing to the many daisies before us.

He sits on his knees and starts to gather the flowers. I follow his movement. After a few minutes we already have a huge pile of daisies. I sit back on the ground and start to work on my crown. This whole time I haven't said a word. It makes me uncomfortable, to be honest. There has to be something I can talk about. 

"Thank you for your report yesterday. It was extremely detailed. Better than the other ones." 

Come on, Y/N. Just say something. Anything. 

"No problem." I mumble. 

Well those were... words and I guess that it even counts as a sentence, right? 

"I heard you are an amazing medjack. The boys say that you're sweet and that you entertain them with your stories."

Alright, he is trying to make a conversation. It takes two to do that.

"Well, my stories are pretty shucking awesome." I chuckle. 

Ladies and gentlemen! We got a sentence! A real one this time!

"I look forward to hear them some time." Newt laughs as he looks into my eyes. 

"Yeah, sure." I blush. 

"I heard you and Tommy are really close?"

"Oh, yeah. He is my best friend. It sucks that he has to run the maze tho."

"There are other gladers you can talk to, you know."

"Anyone in mind?" I tease

Damn, where did that confidence come from?

"This is the first time we really talked. I thought I did something wrong."

"Oh, no. It's not your fault."

"Well, what is it then?"

This is the moment. It's now or never. Come on, Y/N. Stop staring and say something. Deep breath in, deep breath out. You're stuck in a shucking maze, this is nothing. You can do this!

"Because I'm scared of making a fool of myself," I begin. "No one wants to look like a fool infront of the person they like."

Shuck! Well I did that. I have never felt so brave. But now, thinking about it, rejection is truly the worst thing that can happen. 

"Y/N, please don't be scared of me. You're an amazing girl. You could never look like a fool infront of someone. Especialy if that someone likes you back. I'm suprised none of the others told you. Everyone knew. Even Thomas." He scratches the back of his head. 

That shucking slinthead! He knew?! Thomas knew and didn't tell me?! I'm going to deal with him later!

The same rush of confidence I had before ovewhelmes me. I lean forward and kiss him. Feeling myself smile into it. His smooth lips. Hot breath. His hair in between my fingers as I comb them through his hair. Newt's hands on my waist continuously tugging me closer. I was hypnotized and needy. Though now was not the time. Another day. I pull away and stare at him. 

"Want to hear one of my stories?" I smile

"Anytime, Love" 

I make myself comfortable, while taking his hand in mine. I look at him and begin.

"I call this one: the time that Minho almost killed me..."

AN: I know this one is kind of short, but it's so cute!!!! Thank you for all the sweet comments and we are almost at 1K read!!!!! I love you, babes <3 Don't forget to vote and leave a comment. (Requests are still open, just go to the first chapter.)