The Maze Runner: Newt Imagines

Overprotective

(Quick heads up: (Y/n/n) = Your nickname) (Also Newt doesn't have a limp in this)

"Hey Minho," you smile as the runner comes back through the doors of the maze. You were trying to talk to Minho while you had the chance, because Newt was off doing something in the medhut.

"What up, (Y/n/n)," Minho greets you, and you roll your eyes when he smirks. It was a dumb nickname Minho had come up with, and he only used it because you hated it.

"And here I was excited to be able to talk to you for a minute, but maybe I should just go find Newt," you say slyly, turning to walk away.

"No please spare me!" Minho shrieks, and kneels down while clasping his hands together and holding them up in front of him. You giggle at your best friend. You were taking this chance to talk to Minho because anytime Newt was around, you could never, and you mean never talk to anyone else. He was super overprotective, and sometimes it was super shucking cute, but others it was just straight up annoying.

Like it was cute when you tripped over a root in the deadheads while you two were walking, and he picked you up, and ran you to the medjacks. Then once you got there, he realized you barely scuffed your knee, and Jeff had to get onto him for trying to get him to put a whole shucking role of gauze on it.

Or the time he got onto Zart for leaving you alone in the gardens for like three minutes. Newt had to go do some sort of second-in-command stuff, and Zart had to run to the tool shed for something, and he left you in alone for a few minutes. Newt came back while Zart was still in the shed, and went all ballistic on him because something could have happened to you while he was gone. You ended up dragging your overprotective boyfriend away to calm him down, and apologizing to Zart later for what happened.

Those times were cute because he was trying waaaay to hard to protect you, and it made him look like a dork. It gets annoying when he scares your friends off, so none of the boys will talk to you.

Like the last time you were talking to Minho, Newt walked up, and put an arm around your waist, and glared at the runner. Minho threw his hands up in surrender, and ran off towards the map room even though he had already been there for the day.

"Ok, but just this once," you tell him, emphasizing the word.

"Oh thank you savior," Minho says in a sarcastic tone while bowing down, then jumping back to his feet.

"So did you find anything," you ask him in a hopeful tone.

Your disappointed with his answer though. "Sadly no. Just the same plaques on the walls, and griever goo everywhere," he says with a look of disgust on his face. You sigh, and stick your thumbs in the back pockets of your shorts. (Idk that's how I normally stand. Is it just me?)

"Well I'm sure-" Minho cuts you off.

"Hey overprotective boyfriend at six o'clock," he whispers, and looks behind you. You turn your head to see Newt walking up to you with a glare marking his face.

"Oh god," you mumble. "Minho run," you whisper, and Minho gives you an apologetic smile before turning and jogging away to the map room. You mentally groan as you turn to meet Newts gaze. "May I help you," you say in a sassy tone. You always tried to make the situation a little better by making a joke.

"Uh yes you may actually," Newt tells you while wrapping his arms around your waist, and leaning down so your foreheads are touching.

"Well what can I do for you," you ask in a low tone. That's all it took to push Newt over the edge. He leaned down further, and connected your lips. You wrapped your arms around his neck, and pulled him closer to you. Your lips move in sync as you stand on your tiptoes to somehow come closer to him. His hands slide from your waist to up your back, and tangle themselves in your hair.