The Maze Runner: Newt Imagines

Toothpaste

You and Newt had been leaning up against each other at the bonfire, watching the boys do stupid things with their drunk selves. You take a deep breath and sigh, curling into Newts side, and pulling your knees up to hug them. Newts chest bounces under you head, a short laugh coming from him.

"I think that's our cue to go up to bed," he laughs, rubbing his hand up and down your arm. You respond by snuggling deeper into his body, stealing his warmth from the cool breezy night. He chuckles again before saying, "Come on love. Let's get you to bed."

He starts to stand up, and you get up off of him, rubbing your eyes tiredly. Leaning into Newts side for support, you both make your way up the stairs of the homestead and into your shared room. You groan as you flop onto your bed, stretching out to take up all of the space.

"Uuuugh, I have to brush my shucking teeth," you whine, not wanting to get up out of bed.

"Come on. Three more minutes to change and brush your teeth, then we can go to bed," he says, pretending to try and shove your body off the bed. You groan dramatically before rolling off the bed, and walking to the tiny bathroom stretched to your room.

You sigh as you grab your green toothbrush, squeezing a little toothpaste onto it. You run it under the faucet real quick before bring the brush to your mouth, and scrubbing your teeth. You spit the contents out of your mouth after a minute, but when you look back up, you jump from seeing Newt standing in the doorway a few inches away from you.

"May I help you," you groan at him, knowing that he knows you hate it when he watches you brush your teeth. (Ok is it just me, or do other people have this issue. I hate people watching me brush my teeth, put on make up, or blow dry my hair. Idk why but I hate it)

He just shrugs, giving you an almost innocent smile, but you see the mischievous glint behind his eyes. You roll your eyes, knowing he's not gonna leave you alone. You start brushing your teeth again, when you feel a weird pressure on your back. You look up in the mirror to see that Newt had squeezed himself between you and the wall, trapping your back against his chest.

"Seriously," you whine at him, giving him a dissatisfied look.

"What," he asks dramatically. He then wraps his arms around your waist, holding you even closer to his chest. You try to wriggle out of his grip, but he holds onto you, not letting go. You give up, spitting into the sink again. When you return your gaze to Newts in the mirror, he has a cheeky smirk on his face. Before you can question him, he leans down, placing his lips on the back of your neck. Your breathing picks up pace as he kisses your neck, his teeth gently grazing your soft skin.

"Babe I'm just trying to brush my teeth," you whine, pretending to cry. He just continues kissing your neck, eventually finding your sweet spot. You gasp at the feeling, melting into him, and almost completely falling limp into his chest. You feel him smirk into your neck. "You realize your the one who told me to get up right? Or was it all just for you to do this," you ask him in a sassy tone, still leaning back into his chest.

"Not admitting or denying anything," he mumbles against your neck sweetly.

You huff out a breath of air before begrudgingly leaning forward again, and rinsing your toothbrush. "Welp if I'm not gonna get to brush my teeth, then will you at least let me change, or do I need to get Alby," you ask him, fisting your hands on your hips, and giving him a stern look. He gives you a pouty look, but you don't give in.

"Out," you tell him, pointing a finger at the door.

He sticks his tongue out at you before walking out of the tiny bathroom and closing the door behind him. Sighing in relief, you grab your sleep shorts, and trade them for the shorts you had on. You take your shirt off your body, and crumple it up into a ball with your shorts. You walk out of the bathroom in your short sleep shorts and your sports bra.

As you walk over to the door, tossing the dirty clothes in a small basket, you hear Newt wolf whistle behind you. You turn towards him, hands on your hips, giving him a challenging look. He just smirks at you, crossing his arms over his chest on his place on the bed.

You hold his gaze for who knows how long, before rolling your eyes, and walking over to the bed. You yawn as you slip under the covers, curling your body into a tight ball and shivering. The large quilt was freezing.

Newt notices your shivering, and for the first time this night, he doesn't do something cheeky. He wraps you in his arms, pulling you into his chest so your facing him, your arms pinned between both your chests. He tangles his legs with yours as he makes sure there's as much contact between you two as possible, him giving you his warmth.

Your body stops shivering, suddenly feeling warmer than you thought you would be. You melt into his front, hiding your face in the crook of his neck, breathing in his scent. He wraps his arms tighter around you, keeping you as close to him as possible. After a minute, you no longer have the strength to hold your head up against his shoulder, and it falls limply against his arm, you using it as a pillow.

"Goodnight, love," Newt mumbles into your hair, planting a soft kiss on your lips as he lays his head down right in front of yours.

"Goodnight Mr. Second in Command," you whisper with a small smile, before leaning your forehead against his, and eventually falling into a deep sleep.

Hey guys! So this is not as fluffy and cheesy as I first wanted it to be, but I still hope you enjoyed it. Please comment what you think, and send requests if you have any! I really want to know what you want to read.
Anyways peace out for now my fellow cranks. I love you all so much, and please stay safe and healthy!

Xoxo
Anna❤️

(Once again I'm republishing another chapter because I'm making a part three to That Darn Dog, and it would drive me freaking insane if they weren't in line and ya)