The Maze Runner Imagines

-magic/tragic

"She created a world of magic because her real life was tragic"

You set on the ground with your back pressed against a log as you played truth or dare with your friends.

"Y/n truth or dare?" Minho asked you smirking.

"Dare" you told him.

"I dare you to kiss Newt"

You looked at Newt who nodded, you leaned in placing your hands on his cheeks as his went to you waist. You connected you lips is wasn't rough or fast, it was slow, passionate- the only word to describe it was perfect.

"Whoa" y'all mumbled at the same time before laughing.

"Y/N can I talk to you?" Newt asked you, you nodded before he grabbed your hand helping you up.

Y'all walked into the deadheads and you realized he still hasn't let go of your hand.

"So what did you want to talk about?"

"I know you felt it when we kissed. So I have to tell you this, I have been in love with you since the first time I saw you. I love everything about you, I love your smile, I love how your nose scrunches when you laugh. I love anything that has to do with you, I'm so in love with you" Newt told you playing with your hand.

"I love you too" you told him grabbing his face and kissing his again.

You pulled back placing your forehead on his as you smiled ah each other.

"Y/n. Y/n. Y/N!" Newt told you and you were confused.

Until you were snapped out of your daydream, "y/n do you want to carve his name?" Minho asked you nodding his head towards the rock, where people carved the names of the people they have lost.

You simply shook your head no and watched as Minho carved the name of the boy you were in love with.

This was suppose to be Paradise but without Newt here it was pure hell.