Maze Runner Imagines and Preferences

Truth or Dare -- Newt

*your perspective*

"Ok, ok, ok," I say, laughing as Minho drops down beside me, puffing slightly and pulling his shirt back over his head, "your turn."

"Newt," he says, his voice slightly croaky from Clint's dare – to run around the Glade shirtless while screaming as loud as he could. "Truth or dare?"

Next to me, Newt pretends to think for a minute, then grins.

"Dare," he says in his adorable British accent. 

A wicked gleam lights up Minho's face and he glances at me. Oh shit. As my best friend, he knows I'm in love with Newt, and I mean, who wouldn't be? My heart beats faster, and I glance at Newt to see that he looks slightly apprehensive.

"Ok then," Minho grins, "Newt, I dare you to kiss (Y/N). Right here, right now, on the lips."

Newt looks at me, his serious brown eyes searching my face.

"If you don't want to," he says, "I won't."

"No," I smile, "it's ok."

"Get on with it!" Minho tells us, and Newt leans forward, placing a hand on my cheek. He presses his lips to mine, and for a second I marvel at how soft they are. I kiss him back, feeling his warm hand move around behind my head and into my hair.

I pull away first, feeling my face heat up under the stares of the other Gladers.

Minho claps slowly, grinning at Newt.

"I honestly thought you were gonna chicken, man," he says, and Newt glares at him.

"Moving on," I announce loudly, leaning forward and rubbing my hands together, "it's your turn, Newt." 

"Tommy," the blond boy says, "truth or dare?"

The rest of the night, I can't stop thinking about kissing Newt. I can't properly pay attention, except when I'm being dared to sing the entirety of "Old MacDonald" with my mouth full of peanut butter.

"Ok," I say eventually, "I'm tired. Think I might head off, see you shanks in the morning!"

I get up, mock saluting the group and make my way to my hammock, the voices of the others reaching my ears in the quiet of the night.

"Newt," Thomas's voice, "I dare you to go and tell (Y/N), honestly, the way you feel about her. Right now."

"Yeah," Minho adds, "it's killing me watch you two skirt around each other like a shuck pair of opposing magnets."

"No!" Newt says, "I don't want to make it awkward!"

"Trust me," Minho promises, "you won't."

I hear a sigh, then a grunt and uneven footsteps on the grass.

"(Y/N)?" Newt asks, gently touching my shoulder, "Are you still awake?"

"I could hear you guys," I say, sitting up and facing him.

"You could?" I nod. "Well then," he scratches the back of his neck awkwardly, "I guess I should just spit it out." I nod again, listening. "(Y/N)," Newt takes a deep breath, "I really, really like you. No," frowns, looking at his hands, "I think I love you. And I have for quite a while now." His gaze meets mine, and I smile.

"Really?" I ask.

He nods, looking away from me. "It's ok if you don't feel the same way. Like I said, I don't want to make things awkward..."

"Stop talking," I grin, then lean forwards and briefly touch my lips to his. He freezes, blinks, then smiles at me.

"You... feel the same way, then?" He asks.

"Well yeah," I roll my eyes, crossing my arms over my chest. "Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

"I thought you'd turn me down, and I didn't want to complicate things." He laughs, and I join in.

"No, Newt," I say, "I could never turn you down."

He kisses me then, very passionately. I wrap my arms around his neck, my lips parting under the pressure of his. I feel his tongue gently caress my bottom lip, then slip inside my mouth. I do the same, exploring every inch of his warm, velvety, sweet-tasting mouth. His hands move over my back, circling my waist and pulling my body closer to his.

After a while, we break apart and I smile at him, tracing his lips with my finger.

"I should go to bed," I say quietly.

"Yeah, probably," he replies.

Neither of us move.

"Wanna...?" I point to my hammock, it's big enough for two if we squash up.

"Uh, yeah, sure, why not?" Newt goes a little pink, and I lie down, shuffling sideways and holding it open for him. He slides in beside me, and I pull the blanket over us, resting my head on his shoulder.

"Nigh, Newt," I say, kissing his cheek.

"Goodnight, (Y/N)," he strokes my hair, then bends his head to kiss my forehead.

Ok, I know that was a little bit crappy, but I honestly couldn't find a synonym for "mouth" that fitted well!