TMR/TBS Imagines

Newt // Shy

Newt's POV

There she is again. She's walking alone with her head down and her hands fidgeting in front of her. She quickens her pace once she gets to the woods where her hut was built so she had privacy from the boys.

Her name was (Y/N). She came up in the box three months ago memory-less and scared. Once I jumped in the box, she immediately hid behind my back and wouldn't let any boy near her- besides me obviously. It took me two hours to get her to speak and it was only a small yes when I asked if she wanted to eat.

She only opened up a little bit in these three months. She doesn't hide from the other boys anymore; she's become close friends with little Chuck who seems to even her out since he never bloody shuts up.

She spends- well spent most of we free time with me considering she's become my best friend. Only lately she's been distancing herself again. She isn't sitting with me at dinner, she isn't talking as much in the gardens anymore and she's reverted back to speaking in gestures rather than actual words.

I should be okay with it considering it's hard to open up on a giant bloody maze and all, but I'm not. I miss hearing her voice, I miss looking into those mesmerizing moss eyes and I miss her presence. I miss my girl.

I was going to finally ask her about it. I couldn't take it anymore. The boys were fun and all, but I missed having my girl beside me.

I jogged as fast as I could through my limp to the trees where her hut was. It was tiny with only enough space for two hammocks and a small bathroom so she could do her 'lady business' as Alby called it.

I decided to knock knowing it would still be rude to barge in on her. I mean what if she was changing?

I lightly hit my knuckles against the door. I heard a small squeak from the other side of the door meaning I did accidentally scare her.

"(Y/N)? Can I come in?" I asked leaning my head onto the door.

The door suddenly opened making me trip forward and fall onto my knees. She giggled and bit her lip to cover it. She sat inside her hammock with her legs pushing against the floor so she could swing gently. I sat across from her in the other hammock the boys put in her for if another girl came or if (Y/N) ever decided she wanted company.

"What's going on with you?" I asked looking directly at her. She was looking at her hands that we're playing with string off her hammock. She shrugged and tucked a piece of hair behind her ear.

"(Y/N), you're being shy again. It's just me, remember? You know the handsome Brit?" I smirked. She smiled but quickly returned her face into a frown. At least she smiled for a second. "Please talk to me."

"I don't know how," she whispered almost too low but I had gotten used to digging for her words since she always spoke low.

"What do you mean? You're talking right now," I said. "And I saw you talk to Chuck at lunch."

"But I don't know how to talk to you." She finally looked up so I could take in her beautiful face. Her lips were pulled into a frown and her usual gorgeous eyes were filled with exhaustion and outlined with dark bags.

"But it's me. I was the first person you talked to. Shuck, I was the only person you talked to for a week," I chuckled but she just looked back down.

"But that was before... before..." she trailed off. What was going on with her?

I got up and sat beside her in her hammock. I put my arm around her back and gently rubbed her back. "Before what?"

She leaned her head on my shoulder and took a deep breath. She was having a hard time getting this out and I was gonna wait until she did. I needed to know what was bothering her so much.

"Before I worried about making a fool of myself in front of you. Before I... liked you."

My hand stopped and I looked down at her. Her eyes were closed and her hands stopped moving in her lap.

"Before I had a crush on you," she added once she took a deep breath.

"Well then we'd be too fools in love with each other," I said. She sat up, obviously confused and turned to look at me.

"What-" I cut her off by pressing my lips onto hers. I placed my hand on his cheek and closed my eyes the moment they met. She was shocked for a second, but melted into me. She leaned in with as much force as me until our lips were perfectly covering each other's. I didn't dare to move my lips as I was enjoying the simplicity of the unmoving kiss.

I broke it first when I felt the need to do it harsher roll over me. I didn't want to scare her away by kissing her too much too fast. I left our faces only centimeters apart as I lost track of who's air I was breathing. She opened her eyes and immediately found mine. She put her hand on my neck and leaned closer.

"Does this mean you like me back?" She asked needing reassurance. I smiled at her. She was adorable to me.

"Very much so." She smiled and glanced her eyes down to my lips. "May I kiss you again?"

She nodded and licked her lips, a habit I was told I rubbed off on her. She pulled me closer this time and crashed our lips together. She obviously was feeling the same burning feeling I was. It was an aching need to have her closer to me in any way possible. A need to taste her and make her mine.

I deepened the kiss hoping my accusations were right and thankfully they were. Our lips moved in sync for a while until I decided to test my luck. I licked her lip, asking for entrance into her mouth. She happily granted it.

"Hey (Y/N) have you-" Minho began at the door after flinging it open. He eyed both of us before rolling his eyes. "So I see you do know where Newt is?" He crossed his arms over his chest.

I looked down at (Y/N) who was busy hiding her face in my shoulder. I kissed the top of her head smiling. "Where else would I be?"

"Good that. Now I'm gonna go before this becomes less PG," he smirked and ran out of the hut. That shank.

"Will you be my girlfriend?" I asked her after she at up.

"As if you even had to ask," she smiled and pulled me back into a kiss.