TMR Glader Imagines

Newt imagine | Truth or dare?

⚠︎Trigger Warnings⚠︎

A new greenie came up today. Honestly - he was pretty annoying, but who even cared?
A new greenie meant a bonfire. And that meant a drunken truth or dare with your best friends. Being the only girl meant a lot of attention in that game, but you got used to it. It was usually a good time, and always ended with the revelation of something scandalous. You really weren't one to back down in the game - you remained the unbeaten master of Truth or Dare, and calmly faced just about any challenge. Kind of. There was one Glader... cute, handsome, thoughtful, the list goes on. During Truth or Dare you were always scared that somebody would involve him in one of their dares for you. For truths, whipping out a lie or two, should he be the topic, wasn't usually a problem. But a dare involving him would be... problematic. You would always blush and become flustered and clumsy when he was nearby, and you were terrified to tell him the truth - that you liked him. Scared of humiliating yourself, and of ruining your friendship with the Second-in-Command.

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It had been a long day. The annoying new greenie remembered his name quicker than most of you, and so what. It didn't matter either way, an intuition had always inclined you to the theory that those names might as well be fake. It was a good bonfire party though - definitely one of the better ones. After having the good old fight circle and had a good laugh, it was time for truth or dare for those of you who weren't too tired or too drunk.

You sat around the fire, looking at each other with excited glances. Minho was, as always, the one to manage such things, so naturally, he was always the one to start.

"Hmm... Thomas, truth or dare?" he asked. Thomas, your closest friend in the Glade, choose dare, and was made to kiss you on the cheek. An easy start, but it still annoyed you that you had to kiss or be kissed by by so many different boys at Truth or Dare. Wouldn't it be more fun to challenge their paper-thin masculinities by having them kiss each other? No doubt, some of them were gay, so a few boy-on-boy challenges might have spiced things up a great bit. On the other hand, you always had so much fun on nights like these, so why not just lean back and enjoy the love?

Many kisses and disturbing truths later, it became Minho's turn again. And that meant danger - on the second round Minho always turned up the heat. The challenge itself wasn't that bad compared to the usual difficulty of round two, if it weren't for the person Minho was challenging.

"Newt, I dare you to kiss Y/N on the mouth for... let's say at least 5 seconds," Minho crossed his arms as he leaned back and smirked at Newt, who turned a bright pink. Despite the fact that you had been made to do similar things with other Gladers before, some of the boys sent each other knowing looks.

"- of course, you can do it longer if you want to." Minho added tauntingly. Newt looked furious. His cheeks were now bright red, and he glared at Minho with a clenched jaw. Great - your crush freaked out when dared to kiss you. You had always known it likely wouldn't ever be more than friendship between the two of you, but you hadn't expected such a negative reaction from him. Of course, you flushed pink, too, but that was for entirely different reasons. Newt stood up. You felt your heart pound when he hesitantly walked towards you. He stood in front of you for what felt like forever before he squatted in front of you, elbows resting on his thighs. He looked serious.

"Only if you're okay with it," he spoke, looking you in the eyes. He scanned you for a reaction.

"Newt, it's fine," you smiled, trying your best not to look as insecure as you felt. He sighed, and you debated changing your answer. Maybe this challenge, if any, would be a decent one to give up your Truth or Dare reign to. You didn't want him to do something that made him uncomfortable, and honestly, knowing his discomfort, you weren't exactly wanting to kiss him right now either. Not like this. He leaned in slowly. Your noses touched for a brief moment before your lips met. At first, they were just touching, awkwardly, so gently it made it tingle. You were both counting the seconds down in your mind. But then something clicked inside of you. Your lips started moving. Even more incredible was, so did his. Your lips moved in sync like you had shared kisses a million times before. Of course you enjoyed it. You just wished he wasn't forced to do this in a stupid game by an annoying friend. Had this been willingly, that would have made this mean something. This just wasn't right. Snapping out of it, you pulled away, hoping the five seconds had passed. You'd lost count. With an uncomfortably stiff posture, he walked back to his seat, his gaze fixated on the ground.