{highest ranking, #2 in TMR}
Just a bunch of imagines and maze runner gifs. I suck at descriptions, just read it slinthead....please?
(Btw I take requests just let me know, okay? Thanks babes.)
(Oh, also, I'm currently working on making it gender-ne...
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IM SORRY I FORGOT TO UPDATE AGAIN. I suck at schedules I swear. Anyways, i had a huge exam that I had to study for. I'll try to get better, I promise...also...
THIS GOT TO #2 IN TMR RANKINGS. HOLY SHUCK YOU GUYS THANK YOU ALLLLLL
I LOVE YOU❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
*clears throat* Sorry about that. Back to the story.
"So...any boys you have your eye on?" You asked Teresa. She shrugged.
"I mean...I've known Tom for a while, and I wouldn't mind being closer. What about you?" She asked quietly. You pulled a few blades of grass out of the ground next to you, avoiding her gaze.
"Not like there's any other girls around." You teased. Teresa laughed quietly.
"Alright, tell me." She said quietly. You took a bite of a cookie Frypan had made.
"Nope. You wanna know, you gotta guess, slinthead." You joked. Teresa glanced around the bonfire for a few seconds. You went to wash down the cookie with some of Gally's alcohol, when you heard her say quietly "newt."
You spit the alcohol all over the grass in front of you, drenching some poor slicers shoes.
"How the shuck did you know?" You whispered loudly. Teresa shook her head, laughing.
"It's not that hard to tell. It was either Newt or Minho, but I've seen the way that he looks at you." She said, raising an eyebrow.
"What do you mean?" You asked. Teresa licked her lips and glanced over to where Newt and Thomas were talking together.
"Okay, let me explain it this way. You see how Newt is kind of smiling right now? That's how he always acts around his friends. Now," she paused, turning back to face you. "When he smiles around you, it's like...I can't even explain it." She trailed off.
You couldn't even say anything as you watched the two boys from your spot at a different log.
"I'll make you a deal. I'll distract Tom, not that I'd mind, and you go talk to Newt. Deal?" Teresa asked. You bit the inside of your cheek, your heart racing.
"Sure...why not, right?" You said quietly. Teresa nodded happily and pulled you to your feet. She walked over to the boys, dragging you along with her.
"Hey, Tom. Newt." Teresa smiled. "What are you up to?" She asked. Thomas glanced over at Newt.
"We we're talking about how the builders are slintheads." He said.
Newt laughed quietly. "Sorry, tommy, you just still sound like a bloody greenie when you use the glade terms." He said, turning to look at Thomas as he finished eating the cookie he had in his hand. Teresa smiled.
"Actually, while I'm thinking about it, Tom can you help me get some food. Gally kind of scares me and he's standing right next to Frypan." She said sweetly.
Thomas nodded, standing up. Teresa gave you a wink over her shoulder, and then dragged him off towards frypans little food stand to get something. Newt watched them walk away with a shake of his head and a smile. The light of the fire flickering over the two of you as you stood in silence for a few seconds.
"So...how's Thomas doing?" You turned to Newt, stealing a sip of the moonshine he had sitting on the log next to you. Newt shrugged.
"Fine, I guess. Awkward as every other Greenie though. Almost as awkward as you." He laughed. He sat back down against the log, patting the ground next to him.
"Come on, I don't bite." He teased. You rolled your eyes to hide the smile, and sat down next to him.
"I'm not awkward anymore, right?" You teased. Newt shrugged.
"Nah, you're getting there. I'd say you're a proper shank now, just like me and the other boys." Newt joked.
"You saying you're a shank?" You laughed.
"Come on, all of us are. At least a little...except for maybe little chuckie." Newt smiled, looking at you. You nodded slowly and took another sip of alcohol.
"My turn." Newt said, teaching for the jar.
"Uh-uh. How much have you had?" You asked, raising an eyebrow. Newt licked his lips.
"Not enough to be drunk, that's for sure." He smirked, reaching for it again.
"You want to be drunk? Newton!" You scolded, hiding it behind your back.
"Fine...maybe I don't want to be drunk, but it might help." He pouted.
"Help with what?" You asked. Newt blushed and bit his lip.
"Never mind." He said quietly.
"No, what was it?" You asked, intrigued. Newt licked his lip and moved a little closer towards you.
"Well...I was thinking it would help me do this." He said quietly, reaching over and pressing a kiss to your lips. You froze for a second in shock, and then kissed him back.
"Not gonna lie....I was bloody terrified that you wouldn't kiss me back." He laughed nervously. You shook your head.
"Why wouldn't I? I've liked you for like 6 months now." You said, blushing bright red.
"Seriously?" Newt asked. You nodded slowly.
"I've liked you for a while too." He said quietly. "Since the first day you started working in the gardens...actually." You smiled and pressed another kiss to his lips when you heard someone clear their throat.
"Ahem....fights about to start. You know, in case you wanted to watch." Frypan smiled, arms folded over his chest. You and newt both blushed as he stood up.
"Yeah, Be right there." He smiled, reaching out for your hand.
You glanced to your side and saw Teresa standing with Thomas. She saw you and Newt, flashing a thumbs up. You returned it with a smile, you watched the fight together, Newt's hand wrapped tightly around yours.
