The Maze Runner Oneshots & Imagines

Newt - Sleepy Head [AU]

Last night you crashed at Minho’s after the (close-knit) party he threw. You awoke to the sound of Minho and Thomas chattering. You pulled yourself up from the floor and looked around. Wow. You had almost made it to the nearest bed. With a groan, you got to your feet and left the room. Your back and neck hurt from, well, apparently collapsing wherever your drunken and drowsy body had felt like.

You made it to the living room and found the two boys. They were talking amicably as the television blurred in the background. You walked around the lounge and fell into couch. Your eyes settled on the TV. Their heads swivelled to the entrance, announcing Newt’s arrival. He barely seemed to register them as he shuffled through the room like a zombie.

Thomas jumped up then, too happy for the morning after a late night. “I better start some breakfast!” That seemed odd to you, considering they were at Minho’s house, but if he wanted to trust Thomas not to set the house on fire, you weren’t going to complain. It wasn’t like you were in the mood to do anything domestic.

You were dragged out of your thoughts by a slumping body. Newt dropped onto the couch between you and Minho, turning on his side as he raised an arm to cover his eyes. “Why is the sun doing that?” he groaned. He continued to fidget, eventually landing on your shoulder. He seemed enthralled to find a pillow. His cheek dug into your neck as he nuzzled against your comforting skin, breathing in and out rhythmically as he tried to fall asleep again.

You sat still, in shock over what was happening. Newt was cuddled up into your side, most likely without realising it. However, the precious moment was interrupted by Minho clearing his throat. Loudly.

“Uh, Newt?” he chirped. “Your crush is showing, bud. Like, big time.”

This caused the blonde to rip away from you and jump up straight. He rubbed his eyes, and then looked at Minho, and then back at you. You could see the red crawling up his neck and into his cheeks. Minho started laughing, hard, but Newt just looked horrified.

“Uh, sorry,” he stuttered. “Uh... shuck…” he disastrously trailed off with a mutter.

“It should be smooth sailing from here, slinthead,” Minho started laughing again. With that, he clapped Newt on the back and got up, probably making a beeline for the kitchen.