Shape of You
Request: Hello💐 Could you do a a Newt imagine based off the song ‘Shape of you’ By Ed Sheeran? Reader: a runner, best friends with Newt, and Minho, and you can add whatever else you want. Thank you if you do this imagine and btw I love your imagines😍 #FLUFFY 💭
Newt stared at you from afar. You had just woken up for the day, beginning to prep for your run in the Maze. Minho met up with you as always, and like usual you two would go over to Newt.
“Mornin’ Newt,” you grinned. “How’d you sleep?”
“Morning, I slept real good actually. You?”
You carried on with conversation, laughing and smiling. You and Newt blushed a lot, Minho groaning at the obvious love connection.
Newt blushed madly, loving your smile. He so badly wanted to just grab you and kiss you. He’d been wanting to do it for so long now. You were beautiful and his best friend. He loved you.
It was Newt, Minho, Alby, Frypan, and Gally. They all sat at a table. You walked up to the group, but only talking to Newt. Newt blushed a little, flustered. Why give him so much attention?
But there you went, chatting away with just him. He gladly accepted the special attention. Finally, you mustered up the courage to ask him to come with you somewhere more private. Of course Newt accepted and you two left the table.
Newt fidgeted, fumbling with his hands. He was going to tell you today. This was the perfect opportunity, too. You were both alone for once. It was perfect.
“So, what I wanted to tell you was–”
“Y/N, I love you,” Newt cute you off. “Your love… it was handmade for someone like me. It really was. I may be crazy, but…”
He trailed off and you smiled. You blushed hard, face turning a crimson color. Butterflies swarmed in your belly.
“Funny, I was about to say something similar.” You paused. “But how about we don’t talk too much right now.
Newt raised an eyebrow, not catching your drift.
“Kiss me, idiot.”
Now Newt knew what you were talking about. He didn’t hesitate a single bit. He quickly placed his lips on yours.
The kiss was sensational. Neither of you had ever kissed anybody–from what you both remembered. You never knew a single kiss could feel this amazing. You thought it was just people being mushy, but here you were fawning over a kiss.
And it wasn’t just a kiss. It was long and multiple kisses. It turned into kissing to making out. Newt’s hands roamed your body, feeling the shape of it. You kept your hands on his back, holding him closer to you.
“I’m also in with the shape of you,” Newt mumbled between kisses.
You giggled. “You’re such a sap.”
You both continued, getting each other’s scents on your clothes.
Newt was in pure heaven. You two had always been able to talk for hours on end, staying up later than normal. Those long talks and long nights made him fall in love with you. You fell in love with him, too, along the way. It was a perfect match. You two were meant to be.
“Come on, be my baby,” you whispered, smirking.
“Huh? Of course,” Newt chuckled.
“Come on, be my baby,” you repeated.
Newt became confused, pausing the kissing session. “I just said yes.”
“Newt…” You grinned. “Newt… Newt…? Newt!”
“Huh? What?” Newt shook his head.
“What’re you doing, shank? You’re just standing there!” Alby laughed, looking at him suspiciously.
“Sorry, yeah, I’ll get started on stuff.” Newt was in a complete haze.
“You okay?” Alby asked, concerned.
“Y-Yeah, sorry. I guess I just spaced. I didn’t get much sleep last night for some reason,” he lied.
No one needed to know that Newt just fantasized kissing you. He walked away, staring at the spot where you were before leaving for the Maze with Minho. Once again, he shook his head and walked away.