The Maze Runner Oneshots & Imagines

Newt - Lunch Date [AU]

Idea requested by softball007. I’m working on the other requests and I hope to update fairly soon.

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You had wandered to the park with Newt after going out on a lunch date with him. Although lunch had long passed, you were still having a wonderful time, and Newt was being as sweet as ever, albeit somewhat… hesitant?  This made you a little suspicious, so in the back of your mind you were anxious in case he was prepping you for some sort of reveal.

When you got to the park, there were mostly families milling around near the playground. Not wanting to seem like an intruder, you two made your way to a bench under the shade of a tree. Newt sat down first, spreading his arms along the back of the seat as he faced the park. He watched you plop down farther from him, only to bring your legs to rest across his lap. You noticed the smile he tried his best to hide, but you said nothing of it. You stared at him while he stared away. This went on for some time, and eventually your gaze fell as the silence dredged on. You began to fiddle with the hem of your skirt. Normally, you wouldn’t feel so worried, but you could see Newt was agitated, even if he thought you hadn’t realised.

“You’re not dying, are you?” you finally said, looking up at him nervously. His widened eyes whipped to the side, confused.

“What? No.” He noticed your unusually-serious expression. “Why’d ya ask that?”

“You seem, uhm, a little… on edge?” you explained, slowly. Newt’s eyes dropped to his lap and his fingers started to run weakly along your legs, tracing invisible patterns. You sighed. “Okay, that’s enough,” you decided, clambering up and onto him, forcing him to be saddled between your thighs. An inescapable barrier, as far as you were concerned.

“What’s up, Newt?” Your voice came out soft and pleading. You rested your hands on his shoulders as his moved to sit on your waist.

“I just, uh, realised something,” he mumbled, avoiding your interrogatory gaze.

“We’re not gonna play 20 questions. Give me something less vague.” Newt remained silent. In response, your fists drew tighter in his shirt and your heart leaped. “Oh God, you are dying, aren’t you?”

Newt chuckled and he pulled your hands from his shirt, instead threading his fingers into yours. “No, silly.” He inhaled and exhaled deeply, rolling his eyes as your brows rose. “I realised… I love you,” Newt said finally.

“And?” you asked, your eyebrows still high.

“And?” He repeated, taken aback.

“There’s more, I heard it in your tone.”

“Oh. Well, it’s kinda scary, admitting that.”

You smirked. “So, is there a ring?”

“A ring?”

“Stop repeating me, klunkhead.”

Newt shook his head, exasperated. “I can barely say ‘I love you’ and you want a proposal?” You laughed, and then leaned forward to press your lips against his. He kissed you back, softly, his hands moving to cup your cheeks.

“I was kidding,” you whispered, looking into his eyes. “You haven’t asked me.”

His brow furrowed. “Asked you what?”

“If I love you back…”

“Oh,” was all he said.

“You’re really not gonna ask?” Your head cocked, confused by this. You felt his palm brush against your skin lightly.

“If I have to force it out of you, it’s not very romantic,” he shrugged. Well, he did have a point. Newt pulled you back to him, capturing your bottom lip between his. Your hands moved up to his hair, playing with his golden curls. When you let go to breathe, you laid your head on Newt’s shoulder and sighed contentedly.

“I do, you know,” you blurted out. You felt his arms wrap around your body, pulling you flush against him. He was quiet for a minute, before eventually replying.

“Good that,” he said, and you could tell by the way he spoke that he was grinning.