TMR Glader Imagines

Newt imagine | Truth or dare?

Time passed, and the Gladers went to bed, one by one. Soon, left with you was only one person, your best friend Thomas. You just sat there for a while, both staring into the flames in a comfortable silence. It was nice having a safe person like him to confide in or just relax with like this. Besides, after Minho's dare, you weren't in the mood for speaking. Not that Thomas knew of your feelings, but he seemed to sense that you weren't feeling chatty. He stretched as he stood up, looking back at you. Or, well.. somewhere behind you, actually

"Well, I'm... headed off to bed. See you tomorrow, Shuckface?" He said, running a hand through his hair, nervously. His eyes still didn't meet yours. You knew Thomas well, and this guy was a bad liar. Without the shadow of a doubt, you could tell something was off. But you decided to keep it cool and figure things out by yourself.

"All right then. See you tomorrow, Slinthead." You answered. As soon as he'd left, you followed descreetly in the same direction as him. You were right about one thing; Thomas didn't go to his own hut, but instead beelined straight for Minho's. You kept your distance, making sure he didn't notice you following him, and as soon as he was inside, you silently ran to the hut and pressed your ear to the wall. You heard muffled voices, but you couldn't exactly tell who said what through the wall.

"... and I know you didn't want me to spoil it, but your reaction of was hilarious!" Someone laughed.

"Minho, it's not funny..." a British voice mumbled. That was definitely Newt.

"Well, I must admit, you did look cute together." knowing him well, you recognised Thomas' voice the easiest. You could hear the annoying smirk on his face. But what were they talking about?

"I mean did you see his face when Minho gave him the dare?!" somebody cackled, drunkenly.

"You don't have to be that aloof, Newt! Why don't you just take a breath relax a little?" it was Thomas, and he was smirking again.

"It's just... what if I make a complete fool out of myself? What do I do then?! I just can't help but become nervous..." Newt sounded completely frustrated. The topic was starting to become apparent, but you struggled believing it.

"Okay Newt, listen to me now," Minho sounded serious this time "just let go, relax and be your own self, yeah? Nobody likes a stiff, emotionless Shank who can't even face his own feelings. Just tell her the truth. I did you a big favour today, but you kinda missed your shot. Tomorrow you'll tell her the truth, okay? And then, if she doesn't feel the same way, the two of you can just stay friends, but you won't have anything to hide anymore. Problem solved!"

O H - M Y - G O D

Were you hammered drunk, or did you hear that right?

"But what if I mess up? I can't just go 'Hey Y/N! I, just one of the 50 single boys you surround yourself with every day, am completely smitten with you!' That won't bloody work!" Newt yelped. His accent got heavier as he grew frustrated. You'd heard enough. You ran off to your own hut, pounced into bed and just laid there, hugging your pillow. So that's what his reaction was all about. What a relief You fell asleep hugging your pillow like a snake trying to choke its prey.

***

The next day you tried to act normal. You absolutely didn't want anyone knowing that you spied on them yesterday. Nothing seemed to happen, though. Perhaps he just needed time. Minho's ultimatum might have been mostly for effect. Plus, you didn't actually hear him agree to talk with you today. You walked around in the gardens, doing your usual work, when you suddenly bumped into Newt. He looked up at you and blushed furiously. Of course, you did the same.

"I'm - I'm sorry," he murmured, his eyes quickly darting away and fixating on the ground. His jaw clenched in what seemed like frustration.

"No, it's fine! I should have been paying more attention." you replied, but it mostly came out as a mumble. Thoughts were racing through your head.

"I - I better get going." you then said, after a long time's awkward silence. Rushing your steps, you started to walk away. He could have changed his mind. Or maybe you were just imagining things - it could also easily have been a drunken dream.

"Yeah... me too" Newt replied, probably mostly to himself, but he didn't leave. He just stood there.

"Actually, Y/N, wait!" He suddenly raised his voice, limping back towards you. You turned around, your intrigued gaze meeting his.

"There's something I... need to talk to you about." he said. This time his eyes stayed fixed on yours.

"Oh? Sure, what's up?" You sent him a hesitant smile, anticipating what was coming. You just hoped he would say what you thought he would. For all you knew, he just had some instructions for you regarding a task.

"Y/N, I... I like you. A lot" he said, starting to blush again. You didn't say anything. You had no clue how to reply or even react. Even though you were prepared for it, it still came as a shock actually hearing it. 

"Scratch that, Y/N I think I'm in love with you," he said. "and I know I'm just one of 50, and not even one of the better ones. The odds of you liking me, of all, are astronomical, so I'm mostly just saying this to get it off my chest, because keeping secrets in this place is agony, and kissing you last night was agony because I hate that you had been forced and you were probably so uncomfortable and-"
"Newt." you cut his ramble off. Somehow the two of you had moved closer. Suddenly you were standing just centimetres apart. Your eyes didn't leave each other's. He had gone quiet, probably realising that he had been rambling.
"I'm - I'm sorry." he sighed, seeming panicked.
"Newt." you said again, not knowing what else to say. You realised your eyes had drifted to his lips. You had no idea when. Fuck it, you thought. I give up. Then you leaned in. His body was stiff as a board. You wrapped your arms around his neck and just kissed him. He was frozen at first, but then seemed to melt. The kiss you had both been longing for for such a long time, but this time it was real. Infinities later you pulled away for air. Stupid air, you wished you could live without, but this gave you the opportunity you needed.

"I am in love with you, too, Newt," you sighed. The widest smile you could imagine plastered his mouth when your lips met once again.