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defectivevillain · 2 years

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greenie

pairing: gally x reader

reader’s pronouns: he/him

word count: 2.6k! sheesh....

“Rise and shine, greenie.”

You hold a hand over your face as sunlight sears into your eyes. The sudden shift from dark, grimy elevator to bright, grassy terrain is a bit too much to handle. You push yourself backwards against the caged wall of the elevator, ignoring the jeers and laughs sounding from above. Your breaths are growing sharp and more panicked, as you begin to realize the gravity of the situation. You have no idea where you are, what you’re supposed to do. You barely remember who you are.

“What’s your name?” A voice sounds from nearby and hands grip your shoulders. You hurriedly try to push them away, but the person doesn’t budge. “Come on, greenie, what’s your name?” You finally start to process the question, only to draw a blank. What is your name? You don’t remember. You mutter as much to the person in front of you, who simply sighs and tugs you out of the elevator.

“Everyone, this is greenie,” the boy announces flatly. “Doesn’t know his name yet, poor thing.” A few guys pout and make sad faces at you, but you just roll your eyes. It’s not your fault you can’t remember. Besides, you don’t even know these people. There’s no point in taking offense.

“I’m Gally, and this is the Glade,” the boy introduces himself, crossing his arms over his chest impatiently. He gestures to the area all around you, filled with trees and grasses. You think you see a few makeshift buildings and huts off in the distance, but you can’t be sure. Gally then points at the huge stone walls towering over the area. There seems to be a break in them at every wall, leaving four entrances in total. “That over there? That’s the Maze. Don’t go in there. Now, Chuck, show greenie here the ropes. Everyone else, back to work.” You raise an eyebrow at Gally’s clear lack of enthusiasm. He seems to be the makeshift leader of the group, because no one questions his orders. There are assorted groans and mumbles, but everyone disperses and leaves the elevator area. Their retreat leaves you and a curly-haired boy, who you can only assume to be Chuck.

“Hi, I’m Chuck,” a curly-haired boy says, smiling at you reassuringly. He looks far kinder than the guy from before. You breathe a sigh of relief. “I’ll show you around.” You follow Chuck as he explains the basics of the Glade, the different roles Gladers have and some of the lingo. He’s surprisingly helpful and friendly. He eats dinner with you and offers to keep you company for the rest of the evening.

In fact, you’re just about to finish your dinner with Chuck and head back to the sleeping area when there’s a tight grip on your shoulder, preventing you from moving. You turn around, only to meet Gally’s gaze. He looks annoyed at your confusion, and tugs you forward until you’re standing on the other side of some sort of makeshift circle. The Gladers surround you from all sides. Gally crouches down and extends his hands. Suddenly, you know what is happening. He wants to fight, spar.

“No thanks,” you shake your head, taking a step backwards. Gally freezes, his eyes widening with what you can only assume to be confusion and surprise. The Gladers around you fall silent.

“What?” One of the bystanders remarks, clearly confused.

“Um, you win or whatever,” you shrug, secretly amused by the spluttering that Gally seems to be doing, even if only for a fraction of a second. The boy isn't that rattled, however, as his confusion quickly transforms into irritation. “I'm not a fighter, so you win.” The words fall from your lips before you can stop them.

“Get back here, greenie,” Gally seethes, walking towards you. You stand your ground, even as he stops mere inches from you and towers over you. Rage boils within you, as you dig your nails into your palms.

“That’s not my name,” you snap, a prickling feeling digging under your skin. You try to recall just what your name is, who you are. My name... My name! I remember my name! You yell out your name, making sure that the other Gladers can hear you. You take a few steps away from the crowd and clench your fists. “Don’t call me greenie. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to sleep.”

Somehow, you manage to fall asleep rather quickly. No one returns from the strange gathering and you drift off before you can begin to consider the consequences of your outburst. When you wake the next morning, everyone is busy getting ready for the day. You walk out to the impromptu dining area, grab some food and then walk around for a bit. You eventually find Chuck in the Gardens.

“Hey, Chuck,” you greet him, crouching down next to him. As of right now, you don’t have an assigned role. Instead, you were told to simply follow Chuck around and do whatever he does. “What are you doing here?”

“Oh, hey,” Chuck replies, a smile growing on his face. His hands are smeared with dirt and sweat beads down his forehead, but he looks content. “The Gardeners needed some help, so I’m off toilet duty for today.”

“Nice,” you huff, unable to hide your amusement. Chuck throws you a dirty look and elbows you, before showing you how to harvest the plants at your feet. It’s easy, monotonous work but it’s better than wandering around the Glade helplessly.

“You were pretty cool last night,” Chuck mutters, quietly enough that you briefly wonder if you imagined it. You decide to wait for him to elaborate. “No one has ever stood up to Gally like that before.” The herbs in his hand fall into the bucket with a thunk.

“Stood up to him?” you laugh incredulously, looking at your friend. “Chuck, I sure as hell didn’t stand up to him, I admitted defeat. He was expecting a fight and I didn’t give him one.”

“Exactly,” Chuck replies, his eyes widening as he nods at you. You’re not quite sure if you understand what he’s alluding to. Regardless, he seems to think you do. “Anyways. You should watch your back.” At your questioning gaze, he continues. “Gally’s cronies probably aren’t very happy with you. Trust me, you want to avoid drawing their attention.”

“Why don’t you stand up for yourself, Chuck?” you blurt out before you can stop yourself. Chuck’s easy smile quickly falls into a frown. “I mean, you’re my friend. I don’t like seeing you just bend to other people like this.”

“I tried standing up for myself, before,” Chuck says vaguely, his tone uncharacteristically cold and emotionless. His fingers tighten around the plant he’s holding and he shoves it into the bucket at his side. “It didn’t work out well. I was thrown in the Slammer for a few days.”

“Oh,” is just about the only thing that comes out of your mouth. You have no idea what to say, what to do to rectify the situation. You had no idea that Chuck had been mistreated before. You’re somewhat at a loss for words.

“Just keep quiet,” Chuck eventually says, breaking the tense silence that had settled in the air. His head is turned, so you can’t see his expression, but you imagine he looks determined. “Don’t pull a stunt like that again.”

You nod, knowing that your voice would betray your thoughts. No promises, Chuck. After all, if your mere existence is enough to offset Gally and his crew, then you’re already doomed. With this thought in mind, you return your attention to the gardening work at hand.

Before long, it’s nighttime. Chuck and yourself are released from helping the Gardeners around dinnertime, so the two of you eat dinner together before returning to the sleeping quarters. You lie awake for a while, staring up at the dark sky. You’re feeling a bit troubled, what with Chuck’s unexpected confession and the unspoken threat that Gally could go after you. Even despite these things, your eyes slip closed and you fall asleep.

You wake the next morning to find yourself feeling surprisingly well rested. You sit on your cot for a moment, trying to collect your thoughts. Your mind wanders back to your conversation with Chuck the day prior. Just keep quiet. Don’t pull a stunt like that again. You sigh, rubbing your eyes roughly before pushing yourself up to your feet.

You’re lost in thought, as you ponder the possibility of Gally or his cronies going after you. In your distracted state, you don't notice the boy sneaking up behind you, arms extended and a malicious look on his face. You don’t notice the boy until you feel a sharp, sudden pain in your jaw. You reel backwards and find yourself staring at another Glader. He looks vaguely familiar. You think you may have seen him talking to Gally before. Dread coiling in your chest, you begin to take a few steps backwards, but the boy quickly closes the distance between the two of you and punches you again. This time, you fall to the ground. The boy shoves you further into the ground, his fingers digging into your shirt collar like talons. You desperately try to shove him off, kick him, anything, but his grip remains firm.

“What the fuck?” you hiss, scrambling to push the boy off of you. He doesn’t budge, instead tightening his grip until you start to see stars. You try to claw him in the face with your nails- hell, they’re short and definitely not very sharp but that’s all you’ve got- and he lets up for a moment. Unfortunately, you’re too dizzy to push yourself back up, and the sharp planes of his body dig into you.

“Ready to die, slinthead?” Your assailant grins and the expression looks positively feral, animalistic. You gasp as you feel your airway slowly closing off. The boy’s fingers dig into the side of your neck, drawing a pained hiss from your lips. You can feel your vision darkening around the edges, and you just nearly slip off into unconsciousness when a sharp voice breaks through your pained haze.

“Enough, Ben,” a voice sounds. You blink dazedly up at the intruder, surprised to find Gally looming over you. Something in his eyes clearly frightens your assailant, Ben, who promptly scampers off. You groan and close your eyes for a moment, feeling blood dripping down your cheek. Your head is pounding and your entire body aches. You manage to push yourself up to a sitting position, only for your vision to swirl and blur around you.

“You’re pretty pathetic, greenie,” Gally remarks, staring down at you. You want to object to the accusation, but your head is spinning and the only thing you’re certain of is the pain coursing through you. All you can manage is a pained hiss. Gally exhales roughly. “Let’s go.”

You take the extended hand and he pulls you up. You stumble a bit but manage to right your balance. Gally looks at you for a long moment, before shaking his head and wrapping an arm around your waist. He leads you out of the quarters and towards the Med-jacks. The journey is painstakingly long and awkward. You feel your exhaustion beginning to catch up to you within a few steps. Evidently, Gally notices too, because he stops for a moment.

“Shuck, greenie, you’re practically dead weight,” Gally says, his fingers digging into your side. You try to push your legs forward, but your limbs lock and refuse to move. The trees and grass begin to blur together, and Gally’s face twists upside down as you plummet to the ground. The last thing you see before your vision fades to black is the surprised expression on his face.

You waver between unconsciousness and a dazed sort of wakefulness for a while. Even when you feel close to being awake, your limbs won’t move and your eyes won’t open. You hear the voices of the Med-jacks and a person you think to be Gally several times, but you’re entirely unable to say anything to them.

Eventually, you manage to blink your eyes open, fighting desperately against the weary fatigue that seems to pull at your very bones. You take a deep breath, wincing as a sharp pain shoots through your neck.

“Finally.” An unfamiliar voice sounds.

“What?” You question, glancing at the edge of the room. A Med-jack lingers just outside the doorway, a relieved expression on his face. He bustles around in the room for a few moments, before grabbing a bandage and turning his attention to your face.

“You’ve been out of it for a few days,” the Med-jack says, bandaging your cheek and then poking at your jawbone. You wince at the contact and he sighs, pulling out a cloth and wiping the area. “Gally’s been insufferable ever since he brought you here.” You're not quite sure what that means, so you push it to the back of your mind. When he's finished treating your wound, the Med-jack walks away to grab something and you push yourself up to sit. You’re almost off the bed when the Med-jack returns. He groans loudly.

“Gally said you were stubborn, but I didn't think it was this bad...” The Med-jack mutters to himself. You pretend not to hear that. He squints at you for a moment before evidently coming to some sort of conclusion. “Hey, Jeff. Can you watch him? I’m going to go get Gally.”

“You got it,” a voice- evidently the other Med-jack, Jeff- says. Jeff enters the room and lingers in the corner, glaring at you as you make even the smallest movements to breathe, drink water, or do anything else. You grimace.

An immeasurable amount of time later, Gally comes storming in. He looks incredibly angry, almost furious, for some reason. You blink at him in confusion, but he doesn't offer any words to explain his reaction. You’re suddenly brutally aware of the Med-jacks standing off to the side, eyes flitting between the two of you. You glare at Jeff and he sighs, grabbing the other Med-jack by the arm and leaving the room.

To your surprise, their departure still doesn’t convince Gally to speak. He remains irritatingly silent as he walks closer to you, until he’s standing at the side of your bed. You squint at him, waiting for him to talk. It’s evident there’s something on his mind- if the conflicted expression on his face is anything to go by. He takes a few steps to close the distance between you.

“I hate that you’re so stubborn,” Gally hisses, shoving you back into the pillows behind you. You’re too lost to try to resist. Instead, you simply stare at him in confusion. “I hate that you’re here, with that stupid smile on your face and that stupid look in your eyes.”

You blink at him, your mind taking an eternity to process what he’s saying. Moreover, it doesn’t make sense. Nothing’s adding up, nothing’s clicking. It sounds like a bunch of jumbled words. “What?”

“Just shut up,” Gally snaps, leaning forward and positively towering over you. You gulp, preparing yourself for another brutal beating. He leans impossibly closer and you flinch in reflex. Gally makes a strange growling noise in the back of his throat and smashes your lips together. It’s fierce, definitely, but it’s not unwanted. Your fingers tangle in his hair and his hands slip down to bracket your waist. Just as the kiss deepens, the door makes a loud banging sound as it hits the wall. You and Gally quickly break apart. You let go of Gally, but he doesn’t relinquish his grip on your shoulders.

The Med-jacks exchange a look and grimace. Jeff puts a hand over his eyes and Clint groans, muttering something about confidentiality. You watch them leave with amusement. Gally releases his death grip on your shirt collar and sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You’re going to be the death of me, greenie.”

This snippet.... I had no intentions of writing it at all. I just had the idea and then... boom. I have to admit, I haven’t interacted with any Maze Runner media in a while, so I was a bit rusty. I heavily utilized the Maze Runner Wiki for the Glader slang and other terms. I think it ended up working out, though. :0

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moonyswritinq · 11 months

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newt : "I'm a man who's got a very specific type."

thomas : "oh, yeah? Like what?"

newt : "oh, y'know — polite, handsome, athletic. That sort of thing."

you, stumbling and falling over a tree root : "motherfucking shit cocksucking LITTLE TREE CUNT!"

newt : "that one, he's my type."

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ynbabe · 7 months

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IVY TRIO X MALE! READER- INCORRECT QUOTES

Newt: Can I be frank with you guys? Minho: Sure, but I don’t see how changing your name is gonna help. Thomas: Can I still be Thomas? Y/n: Shh, let Frank speak.

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Newt: Do you love Minho? Thomas: Yeah, I do. Newt: y/n! I told you I knew it! You owe me 100 bucks! y/n: We all love Minho.You should've asked if they were IN love with them. Thomas: I thought that was implied. y/n: ... Newt: ... Thomas, looking straight at y/n: Congrats newt, you just won 100 bucks.

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Newt, mother TM: *Screams* Y/n, Father TM: * Screams louder to assert dominance* Thomas, new to the glade: Should we do something?! Minho, observing his weekly soap opera: No, I want to see who wins this.

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Newt: Where's Thomas? Y/n: Don't worry, I'll find him. Y/n, shouting: Minho sucks! Thomas, distantly: Minho is the best person ever! Fuck you! Y/n: Found him.

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Newt, giving Thomas a tour of the glade: What do you want then? Thomas, looking at Minho sleeping in Y/n's lap: Er… something runner-related. Newt, trying not to laugh: What department is this? Thomas, blushing: Sorry? Newt: Well, if it's work-related you'd obviously know what department this is. What department is this? Thomas: * looks at Minho and Y/n* Some sort of homosexual department?

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Newt: Y/n, I'm sad. Y/n: *Holds out arms for a hug* It's going to be okay. Thomas: Minho, I'm sad. Minho, nodding: mood.

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Minho: What's it like being tall? Y/n: Is it nice? Thomas: Can you reach comfortably for the cupboards? Newt: We live in constant fear of the short ones who, in my experience, will climb four chairs, two boxes, a small coffee table, and six oddly placed stools to get what they want.

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Newt: On the count of three, what's your favourite cake? One, two, three- Newt and Y/n, in unison: Chocolate cake peanut butter frosting with chocolate chunks! Thomas: Our turn, Minho! One, two, three- vanilla! Minho, deadpan: I've never had cake, what is cake.

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Newt:, concerned bf You guys worried about Y/n? Thomas, the child TM: Totally! Minho, mean-ass mfer who's secretly crying: Yeah, he called me in the middle of the night and just yelled, "What do I do, what do I do, what do I do, what do I do?" Newt: And what'd you say? Minho: "I dunno, I dunno, I dunno, I dunno." Thomas: Newt: He's lucky to have you as a friend.

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mackjlee9 · 8 months

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Gally x Top!Male!Reader [Smut]

Warning; dom bottom gally x sub top reader, I'm still getting used to writing smut about Will/any character of his, also yeah the 'look at me' dialogue has me in a chokehold ✌😛

Masterlist.

The Maze Runner

Requested by call me cal on Quotev.

It hasn't been that long since (M/n) and Gally first discussed this matter, they had talked many times about the right time and right moment before moving forward on their relationship, and arriving at the Safe Haven helped them decide, but with days turning into weeks, and weeks into months the idea was fading.

They had been pretty busy helping build houses for everyone, or for the majority, with new survivors coming in every other week it was hard to keep up.

But now, things had been settling down quite well, and people were working around making stuff easier for them and everyone involved in the building process. Which was certainly a relief. Especially so when Gally and he had been granted a room for them to live together.

It was pretty well known around that they were dating, and nobody judged them, so both of them had built their place in the span of a week, finally having a place to call their home. It was small, but it was theirs, that's all that mattered to them.

...And how separated it was from the rest of the shacks and huts near the shore.

(M/n) didn't know it would happen that night and this way, but here they were. Gally had him pinned down to the bed, he had no idea what happened to Gally and why he was suddenly so sure about this whole ordeal, however, he wasn't exactly opposed to it. But it was a little too much for the first time going so far when it came to intimacy.

His mind was clouded with pleasure, his eyes closed tightly as he trashed around, his hands gripping the sheets under him and turning his head to muffle his moans and groans on the pillow. (M/n) was just too overwhelmed, his body shaking and shivering every time Gally moved even an inch, feeling like his mind was going numb.

Gally really enjoyed watching (M/n) writhe under him, observing how he struggled to hold onto the last bit of sanity he had, but this wasn't enough for him, he wanted more, he needed to see and hear more of him.

He had to stare into his glossy (e/c) eyes, taking in the expression of pleasure mixing with pain on his tear-stained face, he wanted to witness it all.

Gally leaned forward, both of his hands placed on either side of (M/n)'s head, his heavy green gaze staring at him, subtly nibbling his bottom lip for a moment, "Look at me, (M/n)..." He whispered with a soft tone, but the (h/c) haired male didn't hear him, too focused on the feeling of Gally's walls tightening around his sensitive cock.

His jaw clenched and he lifted a hand off the bed, reaching to hold (M/n)'s chin, forcing him to face him as he whined from the pain.

"Look at me," this time, (M/n) began slowly opening his eyes, difficulty staring at Gally's expression through his clouded sight, making him grow a faint smirk, "There you go, that's more like it," with those words, he soon began moving his hips slowly down against (M/n)'s, grinding back and forth, in circles or just slightly lifting them before going back down, barely pulling a couple inches of (M/n)'s cock out of him, making him cry out.

Gally watched with a smirk how (M/n) whined and whimpered, feeling how he tried to raise his hips in a desperate attempt at getting the blond to stop teasing him.

"Gally, please- please, let me cum... I wanna c-cum..." Tears dripped down his face, his hand releasing the sheets and gripping onto Gally's thighs tightly, surely leaving bruises that would show tomorrow.

He let out a breathy chuckle, holding back a moan as his hand moved to hold (M/n)'s hair, gripping it and pulling it, making him tilt his head back with a grunt, his body jerking at the pain on his scalp.

Gally leaned down, closer to his face, their breaths mixing, "You wanna cum, hm?"

(M/n)'s eyes stared into Gally's, a glint of something swirling in them, something he wanted to hear, "Yes, please-," he muttered with a broken voice, his whole body heating up as he tried to hold back his orgasm as his lover hummed, questioningly.

"Have you been good?" He nodded frantically, or as much as he could with Gally's grip still in his hair.

"I-I have, I've been good, Gally... Fuck- please, I need to... Need to cum in-inside you, can I cum inside you, please?" He did not care how desperate and whiny he sounded, he was desperate, his cock throbbed and leaked with each passing second, moaning whenever Gally moved the slightest bit on top of him.

And well, hearing (M/n) begging so nicely and looking so pretty covered in sweat and tears, he couldn't say no now, could he?

Releasing a quiet hum again, Gally released his hold on his (curly/wavy/straight) hair, leaning back and holding himself up on (M/n)'s thighs, exposing all of himself to his lover.

(M/n)'s eyes stared with hunger at the way Gally's hole wrapped around his cock, moaning and biting his bottom lip harshly, before his sight lifted enough to see his twitching cock, the tip a bright red as pre-cum oozed from his slit, staining his abdomen.

"Alright then," he spoke, a choked moan escaping him, "Fill me up, (M/n)~."

Fucking hell, Gally...

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thatgingerswritings · 10 months

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Care for me

Newt X Reader

→ He/him pronouns

→ Movie based

Synopsis: reader is a medjack and Newt comes regularly in the hut for one reason or another. Reader is oblivious and Minho tries to open his eyes.

Warnings: blood, alcohol

A/N: english is not my first language, I may not know the whole gladers' slang, please let me know if I made any mistake

Most of the gladers were grouped around the box, and your friend Clint was urging you to join them. "Come on Y/n! Or the box will arrive before us!" You rolled your eyes, "I know, I'm coming." You finished cleaning up the blood (or at least what was possible to clean) of the last injured you had to take care of, and joined the other medjack outside the hut. Jeff was already waiting for you both, his hands in his pockets, talking with Newt.

"We were waiting for you!" your fellow medjack said. "What took you so long?" Newt asked. "You should try cleaning blood with only water and soap," you answered, "why aren't you already at the box?" The two medjacks were already distancing you, they seemed pretty excited for the box. You needed new medical supplies, you wished that the people sending the box would give you an actual doctor one day, but you knew it wasn't gonna happen. "No reason," he said, "the alarm didn't ring yet, they're all a bit early." You chuckle, "who can blame them? It's not like we get much entertainment here." You and Newt laugh lightly and immediately stop when the alarm rings. It feels like it's wrecking your ears, but you're kind of used to it by now. The gears on the side of the box start and their metallic sounds almost cover the alarm until it goes off. When the box finally opens, you jump in to go and check the greenie. Gally follows to start conveying the supplies sent in the box to the Glade.

The new boy was curled up against a few boxes that formed a corner, all shaky and visibly younger than every other glader. "Hey greenie, I'm Y/n. I'll check if you're injured, just in case. Does it hurt anywhere?" The boy looks up to you, and you notice that he's crying, but he shakes his head. You help him getting on his feet and still check for any possible injuries. "Looks like you're not hurt anywhere," you said, smiling to the boy, "do you remember your name? Or how old you are?" He shakes his head again. "N-No..." You can tell he is trying not to cry even if tears are still running down his cheeks. "C'mon lil' guy, let's get you up there," you said.

The greenie was still crying after a few hours. You could only understand, but even you had to admit that you were getting tired of hearing his sobs in the distance. You never really understood why all the greenies were thrown in jail as soon as they got out of the box, but you weren't the chief and couldn't say anything. It was Alby's job. You sighed. "Is something wrong?" a familiar voice asked from behind.

You jumped slightly and faced Newt. "No, but if you're here I guess I can return the question." The blonde chuckled and looked down on his hand. "Yeah, I uh, I accidentally cut my finger. It didn't fell off, but it's still bleeding." You walk towards him and takes his hand in yours, taking off the cloth that was preventing the wound to bleed out. "Oh, well, it's not that bad but you still need some care," you put the cloth back in place and gestured towards a bench in the room, "sit down." Newt obeyed and you opened the box you received, taking a bottle of alcohol and a clean cloth. You sat in front of your friend and uncovered his wound, putting the bloody cloth away.

His wound wasn't that deep and there was no ripped skin, the cut was oddly clean. A machete hit would cause much more damage, but it was more serious than a scratch. "How did it happen?" you ask while pouring some alcohol on the cloth. "Uh, dumb mistake, I held my machete the wrong way." You put the cloth on his wound and he immediately sucks air between his teeth. That doesn't sound like something Newt would do, and you can't help but thinking he's lying. However, you just continue to clean his wound and don't say anything. He's been visiting the medjack's hut a lot these past few months, for all kind of reasons: small injuries, questions (dumb ones most of the time), just to talk when he had nothing to do, sometimes he even hid from Alby for some reason. Maybe he was getting sick of Newt getting hurt a lot and wanted to lecture him, which was why the blonde was hiding.

"You should be more careful," you said with a little smile as you finished tying a bandage around his finger. "Y-Yeah, I will." You look at him raising an eyebrow. It wasn't the first time you told him to be careful and he promised every time, you weren't a fool and at this point you were starting to think ha was doing it purpose. But that was weird, why would he get hurt on purpose? "And done," you said, "all clean." "Thanks," Newt said, and you looked inti each other's eyes before he got up and walked to the exit, "I'll see you at the bonfire." "Yeah." You smile at each other and he exited the hut, greeting Minho when he got out. You joined the runner outside and you noticed that the greenie had stopped crying, or at least you couldn't hear him anymore.

"You do realise he's not dumb enough to get hurt like that, right?" Minho said, standing beside the hut's door. "I know," you said, your arms crossed on your chest, "he's acting weird." Minho stopped beside you and began stretching. "I don't think it's weird," he said and you turned your head, "I think he's doing it on purpose." You frowned. "Why would he get hurt on purpose? That's messed up." Minho stopped stretching and placed his hands on his harness. "Messed up? Nah, I wouldn't say that. But that's dumb for sure." You stayed silent, watching Newt guiding the greenie around the Glade with no expression on your face. "You really don't know why he does that?" You turn to Minho who looks at you with raised eyebrows. "No..?" you say, "but if you know, please tell me." He rolled his eyes and walked away with a sigh. "Minho! I'm not kidding! Tell me!" But he ignored you and continued to walk. You were about to go after him but you heard someone yelling 'medjack' and you had to go do your job.

꧁꧂

"So, are you decided to tell me?" you said, sitting down beside Minho. It was almost night and the bonfire was about to start, everyone was gathering in the center of the Glade. The keeper had to think a few seconds to know what you were talking about. "No, ask him yourself," he answers with a smirk. "But I have no proof that he's hurting himself on purpose!" The keeper looked at you, almost shocked. "Yes you do! He's not a shuckin' idiot!" he said, whispering loudly to yell at you but in a way no one could hear, "holding his machete upside down? Really?" You sighed, "just tell me then!" Minho grunted and massaged his temples.

"How can you be so oblivious Y/n? Just think! Why would he find any dumb excuse to go to the medjack's hut?" He looked at your dumbfounded expression for a moment, "I bet you didn't realise you're the only one taking care of him when he gets hurt." You slowly shook your head, "it's because... I'm his best friend, right?" The runner let out a loud exasperated sigh, "okay, you're kidding me, right?" You blinked. The possibility that your crush on Newt being reciprocal never occurred to you, mainly because there was not really any time for romance in the Glade, especially for the second in command. "I'm just saying," Minho continued, "you should just ask him yourself. I'm not some kind of cupid."

"Where is he?" you asked, getting up. You were determined to find him and had built some courage inside you, though you didn't know where it cale from. Minho shrugged, and you decided to look for Newt by yourself. You walked around the bonfire, asking a few gladers if they saw him, but he was nowhere to be found. But at least you were able to talk to the greenie, who was named Chuck. He remembered his name after some hours, which was pretty quick compared to most gladers. Night had fallen by now, and you still haven't found Newt, but since the bonfire would start at any moment now you thought you would see him in a few minutes. You took a glass of the drink concocted by Gally and took a sip, talking with a few gladers and waiting for the fire to be lit up, still asking if anyone had seen the second in command.

You were sitting alone, a bit far from the bonfire and your mind a bit foggy from the alcohol. "I heard you were looking for me earlier?" You turned your head so fast you could have sworn your neck cracked a bit. "Oh hey, yeah I... I was, indeed." Newt sat beside you in the grass. "So... Why?" Suddenly, having him beside you like that made all the courage you had built up vanish. "Uh, h-how's your finger?" The blonde looked down at his bandage, "good, good, it's... healing," he took a sip of his drink, avoiding your gaze. You frowned, taking a sip too and looking around. You saw Minho in the distance who was giving you insistent looks and pointing Newt. "Hum... I was wondering..." you began as you slowly turned your head to the boy, directly meeting his eyes, "how did you cut your finger, really?" The blonde looked away and took another sip of his drink, "I told you, I held my knife upside down." You raised an eyebrow, "oh really? You told me it was your machete earlier."

Newt stayed silent. "I'm just worried Newt, y-you seem to injure yourself a lot, and... I mean, for example, the cut on your finger is too clean, it doesn't look like an accident..." you weren't sure of where you were going with this, it seemed weird and you kind of hoped he would think the alcohol made you talk nonsense. But how could you ask something like that, like Minho said you should. "Are you okay...?" You finally asked. Newt finished his glass in one time before talking. "I'm okay, I just... I wanted to see you more often, and uh... I've just been less careful, these really were just accidents but I thought that I couldn't just take your time for no reason, you're a medjack. So I don't mind getting hurt. Besides..." You raised your eyebrows at him. Minho was wrong, he wasn't hurting himself on purpose, which was a big relief. And he just admitted that he wanted to see you more often. Newt cleared his throat. "Besides," he continued, "I... I like it when you take care of me..."

You were thankful that it was night and the fire wasn't bright enough to show your pink cheeks. "I know it's- Uh, dumb to do that but... I didn't know what else to do, I mean..." he paused to sigh, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you worry." He looked at you and you could feel your face heating up more and more. "Why did you want to s-see me more often?" Newt chuckled, "heh, I thought you would have understood." You shook your head, "I-I don't want to jump into conclusions..."

"I like you, Y/n. I like you a lot," he said, giggling nervously. You grinned sheepishly and started playing with your glass in your hands, "I like you too, Newt," you said softly, hesitantly looking at him. A wide smile appeared on his face and you moved closer to him. Your shoulder against his, you looked at each others with little smiles. "Can I kiss you?" He asked, his gaze going from your eyes to your lips repeatedly. You nodded and he approached you slowly, tilting his head to the side. His soft lips finally kissed yours, and it felt like it lit up a fire inside you. You kissed him back, your hand grabbing his sleeve and his hand on the back of your neck. When he pulled away, you felt the urge to kiss him again fiercely, but you held it back. You abandon his sleeve to put your hand on his, and smiled at him again. "But seriously, be more careful at your job, I hate seeing you hurt," you say. "Okay, I promise," he answers, "but you'll still take care of me, right..?" You giggle, "of course I will."

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in-need-of-gally-content · 9 months

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|The Rejected|

»»»It was just another day in the Glade, another Box day bringing a new greenie.

Nothing should've been any different than usual, so... Why did it become like this?«««

Gally•Fic (ftm reader)

!ooc!gally (I apologise), movieverse/bookverse/canon divergence!

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(x oc version)

(x reader)

!all characters are aged up 18-21!

!english is not my first language so sorry if stuff gets confusing!

!contains transphobia, misogyny, sexism, homophobia, violence, misgendering (using she/her)!

#gally x reader #gally x y/n #gally x male reader #gally maze runner #tmr gally #the maze runner #the maze runner x reader #the maze runner x male reader #trans reader #ftm reader #trans #will poulter #will poulter x reader #.masterlist

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liliumsabyss · 1 year

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I have never made a request before because I’m usually happy to browse, but seeing that Newt from Maze Runner is on your character list (if you no longer write for him that’s fine) and there’s not a lot of works with newtxreader let alone a male reader I’d love it if you could write something about Newt getting jealous when Thomas comes up in the box and asks about the reader. Please don’t feel pressured either way what I think you’re doing is amazing since there’s not enough male reader representation out there. All the love to you ❤️

Jealousy

FEM DNI, I SWEAR YOU WILL BE BLOCKED

Newt(TMR) x Male Reader

Word Count: 1.226k

Tw: Jealousy, mentions of slight possessiveness, oblivious to flirting, hasn't been edited by my mod, and maybe out of character Newt?

A/n: Hello, I'm very sorry it took me this long to fulfil your request! You are incredibly sweet! Thank You so much! I'm truly grateful that you have put in a request, and once again, I'm truly sorry it took me this long. I had so much fun writing this, and it has honestly been one of the pieces I've loved writing the most, so thank you for that. I write for any character on my character list, and more off it, I love Newt so much, so this made me incredibly happy for someone to ask! And also all the love to you, you seem like a genuinely sweet person and thank you once again for delighting me with this and putting in a request, especially such a sweet one!

Newt had been guiding the new boy who had come up in the box; he was tall with dark hair and deep brown eyes the male had clearly still been in a confused stupor as he followed the other around the glaze, his adrenaline pumping as he was constantly looking and asking questions to the blonde who happily answered them. However, as soon as the two males passed in front of the med-jack hut, which was several yards away, Thomas stopped in his tracks, looking at the “porch” of the building, which was more or less a poorly branched mat that had a canopy shading it. On the porch, there sat one of the other gladers on a chair while a (h/c) haired male with stunning (e/c) eyes peered down compassionately toward the glader in the chair as his (s/c) hands daintily wrapped the other male's upper arm with bandages tying a small bow to ensure the wrappings stayed in place before giving the other a smile and sending him on his way. Newt's gaze softened, seeing the (h/c) haired male. Thomas was staring curiously towards the same male.

“ Who’s that?” Thomas finally spoke up, snapping Newt out of his lovestruck trance.

“ Oh that's (Y/n) he's the keeper of the med-jacks.” Newt said his gaze never left from the said male as his chest filled with pride at his lover’s accomplishments.

“ So he takes care of the injured…?” Thomas' voice trailed off questioningly as the blonde turned to look at Thomas, confused at the obviousness of the statement.

“ Yes…” Newt responded, trailing off, his eyes hardened, looking suspiciously at the other.

“ So if I got injured, he would take care of me?” The dark-haired male said with a subtle hint of excitement in his voice, only making Newt’s eyes squint in suspicion more.

“ In theory, yes.” The blonde responded carefully as he felt a small seed of jealousy buried in his stomach. He tried to brush it off as maybe only jealousy.

“ Is he in a relationship with anyone?” Thomas asked curiously, rubbing the back of his neck and looking back towards the (h/c) haired male once again. The seed that had been planted in Newt’s started to grow as he could feel the jealousy grow, he began to glare at the other, about to mention his relation with (Y/n), only for Minho to come over.

“ Hey, Newt! I just need to talk with the greenie for a little bit. See you later!” Minho said, dragging Thomas away before Newt could state anything more. Newt turned towards the (h/c) haired male in the distance, ready to go to talk to him, only to have Alby call for him, dragging his attention away and requiring his assistance. Newt started to walk away, his one leg causing a small limp, before looking over his shoulder one last time and seeing his lover tell some of the other gladers to bring in the new supplies.

Newt had been occupied by Alby all day, trying to help around the glaze and stop some of the boys (mostly Gally and his group) from doing something stupid. Before long, the sky turned dark, and many fires were being started to light the glaze. Newt began to go once again toward the med-jack hut, but he stopped mid-step when he saw Thomas and (Y/n). Thomas was speaking happily with the (h/c) haired male said, the male was laughing at whatever Thomas was saying. Thomas had a noticeable blush that was even obvious from where Newt was standing. The blonde was in disbelief how could anyone like someone after meeting them once again, he didn’t really have a say, after all, he was the same with (Y/n). Newt’s stomach twisted with jealousy as he started to make his way towards the pair, his fist slightly clenched and unclenched.

“ Newt!” (Y/n) called out with a wide smile on his face turning around to see the blonde. Thomas turned towards the blonde, waving his hand slightly but retracting as he saw Newt's glare directly aimed at him, but it softened when he looked at the (h/c) haired male. Newt, as quickly as he could, made his way over to the pair.

“ Hey-“ Thomas started but retracted as Newt glared daggers into him, the blonde was quick to embrace (Y/n), his arms snaking around the other male's waist as he stepped behind him, leaning to rest his head on the (h/c) haired males shoulder turning to kiss him on the jaw. (Y/n) chuckled at the uncharacteristic behaviour of the other, turning his head slightly to look at Newt but quickly looking back at Thomas, who was just standing there awkwardly, realizing his errors over the course of the day. Newt, unhappy with the lack of attention, started peppering kisses on his lover's neck and jaw. The receiving of the actions was slightly confused but gladly accepted the affection.

“ Oh, so you…are together?” Thomas said with a hint of disappointment in his voice, but it was very subtle that only Newt could detect. Newt glared at Thomas while the (h/c) haired male, oblivious to the advances and silent war Newt was raging, smiled and nodded.

“ Yup, we’ve been together from the time I came up in the box”, (Y/n) responded happily, nodding his head towards the box as Newt's grasp got slightly tighter.

“ Yes, we have been together for a very very long time and plan to be together for a long time as well,” Newt said with a ghost of a smirk on his face. The insinuation, still after all this time, had made (Y/n) feel flustered and butterflies rise in his stomach despite the fact that they had already talked about it numerous times and agreed upon it. Thomas, taking the hint, nervously rubbed the back of his neck once again before mumbling that he needed to go discuss something with Minho and ran off. (Y/n) now turned towards the uncharacteristically clingy blonde.

“Now, Newty,” The (h/c) haired male said affectionately but crossed his arms, giving Newt a really look, “ what was that for?”

Newt only pouted slightly and looked down in slight embarrassment and shame.

“ We’re you perhaps jealous…?” (Y/n) said, chuckling a little bit at the other's reaction. Newt only looked down more, burying his head into the other shoulder further. (Y/n) gave the other a quick peck on the head, causing the blonde's head to shoot up and look at the other.

“ Oh Newt, you don’t have to be jealous, you know I only have eyes for you and you alone ever since I got to this place.” (Y/n) said sweetly with a smile that could melt the coldest winters.

“I know, love, I'm sorry I just… couldn’t help it.” Newt said, ashamed and embarrassed with his overly protective behaviour displayed earlier.

“ Hey, you don’t have to be sorry I just wanted to make sure you know I love you.” The other responded back, hugging their arms around Newts, whose were secured tightly around his waist.

“ I know I love you too, love,” Newt responded back, smiling at the other, who smiled back. The couple stood there in amicable silence, embracing one another and staring at the stars.

#x male reader #male reader #Newt x male reader #tmr x male reader #TMR #newt tmr #gay #the maze runner

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raidenssblog · 1 year

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He's hard to talk to, really reluctant to engage in a conversation and dosent intend on getting close. But by some holy miracle you shimmy you way into his heart, before he knows it he's already head over hells.

Everytime you two pass ways he's always feels his heart race and palms get sweaty. The tips of his ears heat up and he shifts around while trying to look calm.

The admiration he has for you is through the roof, tho he wouldn't tell you that yet. The way his eyes unintentionally follow your every move and every aspect of your body, to the way he dreams about you.

Finally sucking in a deep breath before telling you about his feelings. You look in utter shock, these feelings of his went completely over your head. You though it was a one way love.

Guess you were wrong.

- Iguro Obanai, Sanemi and Genya shinazugawa, akaza, Katsuki Bakugo, Levi Ackerman, Reiner Braun, Gally,

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Not super happy with this but it'll do, I'm sorry for not posting writer's block been crazy.

#demon slayer #reader insert #kny x you #kny fanfic #male reader #fluff #attack on titan #reiner braun #aot reiner #levi ackerman #aot x reader #tmr gally #tmr fandom #the maze runner #bakugo katuski #mha headcanons #mha bakugo x reader

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valentinetypewriter · 12 days

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Knife happy Medjacks

Masterlist

Word count: 723

The maze runner (platonic/unspecified) x Gn reader

I got this idea from this deleted scene

Jeff has to wrangle in Clint and Y/n, who after dealing with builders all day, start to agree that maybe amputation is the way to go

Today had been a particularly rough day for Clint, Jeff and I, the builders had started a new project today and with that brought many of those said builders into the Medjack hut with various injuries. Ranging from cuts, scrapes, bruises and the occasional broken bone. They may have been incredibly strong but the builders didn't seem all too bright sometimes.

We had just sent off one of the builders who managed to break his finger with a hammer when Clint decided to speak up “you know, maybe we really should start amputating them” I put away some supplies before looking over at him. “Well I mean it would certainly start teaching them to be more careful” he let out a quick laugh “it would also make our job a lot easier when they're building” the two of us laughed with each other before Jeff stepped in. “Ok no, we are not amputating them” I let out a sad groan “aww come on Jeff, don't you think they deserve it” Clint was quick to back me up “Y/n’s got a point, plus their stupidity is starting to get on my nerves”.

Jeff seemed to almost consider what we were saying before instantly shaking those thoughts away “NO! Besides, how would we explain amputation just for some cuts and bruises?” Jeff simply rolled his eyes at us as he went back to sorting our supplies. Me and Clint looked over at each other, nodding and silently mouthing agreement's.

Organising all the new equipment took a lot longer than any of us would have liked, it wasn't easy when we had stupid teenage boys coming in every five minutes because they couldn't seem to distinguish nails from their own hands. We had just finished taking care of two guys, who had somehow managed to slice up their arms, working into lunch. The random influx of boys coming in was something that the three of us struggled to keep up with sometimes. The three of us sat around the hut all very exhausted. I sat myself down on a chair in the corner of the room, Clint was sitting on a stool with his head resting against his folded arms on the table next to him, it seemed like he was asleep. Jeff on the other hand had made himself comfortable on one of our operating tables.

“We should probably get some lunch before the others devour everything” Jeff said with a sigh, he seemed to hate his own idea of getting up. I groaned as I stood up from my seat, dragging myself over to Clint, shaking him gently “hey wake up buddy, we need to get some food” Clint rubbed his eyes before slowly pushing himself up from his seat. Though before any of us could even move a step, the doors were pushed open. Clint instantly flopping back into his chair, a tired and annoyed whine coming from him. I grabbed the Gigli saw off the tray of equipment, turning towards the door “what do you want?”

The two boys stopped in the doorway “woah put the bloody saw down, we only brought you some food” the three of us instantly perked up at Newts words. “Yeah we thought we'd bring you some food since you've been taking care of my guys all day” Gally sat down two trays of food on the table Jeff was sitting on while Newt handed the one he was holding to Jeff, who instantly started eating, though I couldn't blame him. I pick up one of the trays and handed it over to Clint before dragging a chair over to the table to start eating myself “well thank you boys, that's really sweet of you” Newt smiled at me as Gally ruffled my hair “don't mention it, figured you guys would need some rest, besides we're done for the day, to many broken hands” Gally shook his head and I wasn't quite sure if it was out of annoyances or disappointment.

“Well Gally and I will leave you three to rest, and don't worry we'll bring you some dinner too” Newt smiled at us before making his way out the door, quickly followed by Gally. A few moments of silence passed as we all ate before Clint spoke up “I still reckon we should start amputating”

#the maze runner #the scorch trials #the death cure #the maze runner x reader #the maze runner x you #tmr x reader #Tmr Clint #Tmr Jeff #tmr newt #gally x reader #newt x reader #short fiction #The maze runner x gn reader #The maze runner x male reader #gn reader

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justwearthegoddamncardigan · 1 year

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Play me something?

Newt x masc!reader

Set during tmr (movieverse)

Summary: reader is a good singer but also an awkward mess and Newt is just gay panicking over voice cracks (Thomas is a little shit who somehow snuck a whole ass guitar in the Box. Just go with it)

Warnings: none really, language

"Thomas, what are you doing?" hisses Teresa.

"Relax, it'll be fun. God knows they need a little happiness in there these days." He lifts a blanket from a crate of tools and covers the guitar.

"You're gonna get caught."

"It's fine, there's technically no rules for this." Thomas shrugs with a grin, and Teresa rolls her eyes.

⭒----⭒

"Hey, what's that?" Gally whips the cover off a weirdly shaped item.

"A guitar?" you say in surprise as the instrument is revealed.

"Nice," comments Winston, jumping in to grab it from Gally. "Who plays?" he asks, holding it aloft.

You press your lips together nervously. You've got a weird feeling; something in you just knows that you could play.

Minho nudges you with his arm, raising his eyebrows; he knows your expressions too well.

You shake your head furiously as he opens his mouth to give you up.

No way you're playing in front of this whole crowd.

"What's goin' on?"

You're distracted from Minho's antics as Newt returns, having settled the Greenie wherever he needs to be.

Your heart quickens as he brushes your arm, standing just a little too close as he watches Ben strum out some discordant chords.

Pull yourself together, he's literally just standing next to you.

"Shucking hell, they gave us a guitar? Weird. Either of you play?" asks Newt, turning to you and Minho.

"Well, I don't... but you know who might..." starts Minho with a shark's grin.

"We've got to go on our run," you interrupt, stomping on his foot before grabbing his arm and shoving him away.

"Oh, uh- okay," says Newt, looking slightly confused.

"You alright there?" you ask. He seems a little put out.

"Oh, yeah, fine. I just thought you had the morning off."

"Oh." A beat passes. "I'm on the early run today," you clarify.

"Right."

The silence stretches, until you awkwardly turn away. "Okay, I'm gonna go now."

"Yeah, see ya." He nods and smiles as though that exchange wasn't completely excruciating.

You turn and see Minho leaning on a wall, facing you with a teasing grin.

"Newtie-boy missin' your company?"

You roll your eyes, flipping him off as you step into the Maze.

"I'm praying for a Griever," you mutter.

Minho's laugh rings out behind you as you start off towards Section 3.

⭒----⭒

"Alright, I wrestled it away from Ben. He sounds like actual shit, by the way." Minho walks into the Runners hut holding the guitar.

"I'm not playing," you say flatly, turning back to the Map.

"Come on," he whines. "Promise I won't tell anyone else 'till you're ready. Just play one song."

"Why?" you ask sceptically.

"I'm just curious!" he insists. "Go on, Y/n." He forces the guitar into your hands.

"Fine." You bite your lip apprehensively as your fingers find the notes, purely through muscle memory. "Just one song," you say, flicking your eyes up to Minho.

"Yep," he nods.

You start strumming lightly with your hand, picking up the pace and volume as you gain confidence. Hey, it doesn't sound too bad.

You close your eyes as you start singing nervously. It's a little shaky, but you get through the whole song.

When you finish, you open your eyes and turn to Minho worriedly.

"Well?"

"Dude. What the fuck."

"What?" Shuck, were you that bad?

"That was shuckin' amazing!" exclaims Minho incredulously.

"Oh." You fumble for words, pushing down the fluttering in your stomach as you try not to dance happily.

"Your surprise is a little insulting," you deadpan instead.

"Seriously, Y/n. Your voice is insane. You're really good."

"Really?" you say, giving in to your impulse to smile widely, bouncing on your feet.

"Honest, man. Hey, you have to play for other people."

"I- Actually?"

"Hell yes, they've got to hear this. Shucking hell. Play another one."

"Okay," you say, feeling hyped up now.

"Hey, oh!" Greg and Tim, another two Runners, walk in. "Y/n's got the guitar!"

"Go on, play something for us," encourages Tim.

Minho gives you a supportive grin, and you decide shuck it.

Your hands return to the strings, and you start singing again.

⭒----⭒

It becomes a daily occurrence.

Minho will come in after a run and hand you the guitar. "Play something, Y/n."

The Runners will get bored of mapwork and ask you to play a song.

You play for Frypan too, and Gally.

You even sing one for Alby, which was insane but cool.

It's been really fun, actually, and you start feeling yourself get more comfortable and confident, happy to play for almost anyone now.

...Except for one awkward moment.

You're strumming the intro to a song in the Council Hall with Minho and Chuck, when Newt walks in.

His voice floats in from the door. "Council meeting in 10 minutes," he announces.

You stop playing immediately, hand dropping from the strings as you freeze.

"Hey, finish your song though," he says, grinning at you. "It sounds good so far."

"Uh- that was the end," you lie, setting the guitar to the side. "We'll clear out for the meeting," you say, taking Chuck's arm and heading out.

The door swings shut behind you, and Newt turns to Minho, blinking confusedly.

Minho groans, dropping his face into his hands.

"Did I... do something to him?" asks Newt.

"Oh, you do a lot to him," mutters Minho.

"What?"

"Nothing. Let's just get this meeting going."

⭒----⭒

After that embarrassment, you avoid Newt for a while.

Honestly, this crush is getting in the way of your friendship.

You used to just act normal and easy around Newt, comfortable in your relationship.

You loved spending time with him, having conversations that flowed for hours and laughing together during card games from the pack the Creators sent up.

Sure, you always liked him a little, but you could deal with a minor attraction.

But then Gally, of all people, sat you down and had a proper chat with you, and you'd realised that your tiny attraction was a full-blown crush.

Unfortunately, this means you're now always flustered around him, trying not to make a fool of yourself or show that you're head over heels for him.

Great.

⭒----⭒

With you holding back on your interactions with Newt, the boy is starving for your attention.

Completely unbeknownst to you, of course.

He walks up to the Runners' hut one day, looking for you, and freezes when he hears your voice.

You're messing around since it's just a chill day, playing and singing half to yourself while Minho maps out the day's route.

But for Newt, it's the first time he's heard your singing voice.

It's warm and husky and a little rough, but it's the best thing he's ever heard.

He's standing outside the hut, invisible to you, so you obviously don't see his reaction when your voice cracks.

Shucking hell, you're actually giving him a heart attack.

Inside, you roll your eyes as Minho snorts at your cracking, unpractised voice.

You don't notice Newt's silent (gay) panic as his stomach flips turbulently from the voice crack.

What the fuck.

He's actually spinning out right now.

He's silently combusting outside the hut, until he hears Minho say something to you. "Hang on, I'll be back in a minute," and then footsteps sound towards the door.

Newt doesn't move as Minho steps out and sees him.

"Shuck," mutters Minho, grabbing Newt by the elbow and dragging him away.

⭒----⭒

"Newt," moans Minho, slouched back on a chair in the Council Hall. "This has been happening for months. Can you just tell him how you feel already? It's not funny anymore, it's just sad."

"His voice," says Newt.

"I know, I know. It's amazing, and you're wonderstruck, and in love, and somehow turned on by the voice crack."

"The voice crack," repeats Newt.

"God," says Minho, close to banging his head against a wall. "Just tell him, please."

"I can't," groans Newt, tugging on his hair. "Haven't you seen how he's been acting around me lately? I stuffed something up, obviously."

Minho rolls his eyes. "He's just nervous cause he likes you too, for shuck's sake. It's not that deep."

"I don't know."

"Okay, if I can confirm it for you, will you please ask him out?"

"I mean, I guess..."

"Great," says Minho, standing up. "Gimme like two seconds."

⭒----⭒

"Hey, Y/n, can I ask you something?" asks Minho, coming back into the hut.

You're oblivious to what just happened.

"Sure," you respond, fingers absentmindedly strumming a few chords.

"Why don't you play for Newt?"

You pause.

"What do you mean?"

"Come on, don't bother with that. You know I know you've got a massive crush on the guy, just admit it already."

There's no point, you decide.

"Fine. I like him. And I'm nervous to play for him."

"Why?"

"Cause it maybe you're all just way too supportive, and I actually suck. Or maybe I'll mess up, cause he'll be watching. Or I could, you know, die. Should I go on?"

"Y/n," says Minho exasperatedly. "You could be the worst singer in the world, and he'd still be genuinely applauding at the end."

"He is gone for you. He's just marginally better at hiding it. Trust me."

Then he says, "Wait here," and leaves.

⭒----⭒

Minho returns quickly, dragging a certain blonde boy behind him, who protests weakly on the way to the hut.

"Y/n," calls Minho. "Newt has something to tell you."

He shoves Newt in and walks out, shutting the door behind him.

"Uh," starts Newt. "Hi."

You blink at him. "...hi?"

"Shuck, okay. So Minho, actually, forget Minho. I wanted to tell you something."

"What is it?" you ask, setting the guitar down beside you.

"I like you. As in, I like you a lot. Meaning, I like you so damn much I have to stop myself from kissing you every time I see you."

"Oh."

Newt winces. "That last part wasn't supposed to come out."

"I don't know," you say, a grin spreading across your face. "I liked the sound of it."

Newt's eyes jump to your face, before he steps forward, closing the distance between you and capturing your lips.

You kiss back immediately, unable to stop smiling into the kiss.

"I like you too," you say as you break for air.

Newt laughs. "I'd hoped so."

Then his eyes fall on the guitar, leaning on the table beside you.

"Play me something?"

You smile and pick up the guitar, fingers settling on the frets as usual.

Then you pause. "Would a romantic song be too much right now?"

Newt grins in response, blushing slightly. "Of course not."

Voice cracks are attractive y'all

Hope you enjoyed my first masc!reader post, please give me feedback if anything needs to be changed

#the maze runner #newt x you #newt x reader #tmr newt x reader #my writing #male reader

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woodandwaxwings · 1 year

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The fact that I have to specify male/gn reader for GAY characters as in NON women loving NON women is fucking insane. Female writers stop erasing characters sexuality challenge level IMPOSSIBLE apparently 😒😡

#grizz the society x male reader #x male reader #male reader #x reader #grizz visser #the society #cole mackenzie #anne with an e #awae cole #newt tmr #the maze runner #shadowhunters #alec lightwood #alexander lightwood

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moonyswritinq · 19 days

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howdy! i recently stumbled upon your account and saw that your requests were open. i have a small request for a newt x m!reader one-shot. feel free to ignore this if you don't feel like you're up for it 👍

maybe one where the reader has longer hair, and is a runner, as the weather's gotten warmer it's starting to become more of a chore when it comes to maintaining it so he asks newt to help him cut it? it can be as silly or goofy as you want, platonic or romantic is up to you.

i hope you're having a great day and enjoying the fall weather

-🦇

if the haircut fits — newt x male reader

❝ IF THE HAIRCUT FITS ❞

Thank you so much for the request, Bat. So sorry it took so long to finish, and I kind of ran away with this one, but I hope you enjoy!

SYNOPSIS ➢ As summer started to creep into the Glade, the sun’s rays had been hitting you much harder than usual; your hair, especially, have been more of a nuisance. Your solution? Get one of your closest friends to cut it for you. But losing the weight of your hair made you want to get rid of some weight off your chest, as well.

PAIRING ➢ newt x male reader

CONTENT WARNING ➢ friends to lovers, kissing, touching, banter, light insults sexual innuendoes, fluff, slight hurt/comfort, mentions of eating, mentions of drinking, slight violence (a slap), mentions of body, no use of y/n

WORD COUNT ➢ 7.3 k

AUTHORS NOTE ➢ I like to keep any image of the reader’s body out of my writing, but in this he’s implied to be well built, but not explicitly mentioned. The hair may also be more of a non-black standard, since I’m not sure exactly how black hair behaves in this situation, but I tried to keep it as vague as possible. I’m sure there are also a lot of inaccuracies in this concerning the Glade, such as the weather and the sun and the lake, but for the sake of this fic it works like I say it does — I am the author and therefore, God.

The air had gotten warmer recently. You’d noticed it only a few days ago, when your breath hadn’t exhaled in a cloud of white smoke and your neck had started to sweat after a full day of running in the Maze. The weather didn’t exactly respond to how the seasons—that on some level your subconscious knew existed—worked, but it changed all the same. It had only gotten warmer, and quickly, too. With the sun bearing down on from overhead, the air was chokingly warm, your skin practically dripping with sweat and the ends of your hair clinging to your neck. It had grown long during the past few months and while it was a comfort in the colder weather, strands of it now hung uncomfortably in your eyes despite your best attempts to pull it back into a knot.

Minho walked just in front of you through the gates of the Maze and entered the green forestry of the Glade. The walls closed right behind you and in spite of the late hour of the day the sun still shone bright in the sky. He was just as eager to take cover from it under the cool shade of the Glade’s woods as to throw himself into the equally cool lake. You ran up beside him, patting him on the shoulder.

“This weather,” he grunted, wiping the palms of his hands on his trousers. They left tracks of sweat. “I swear it’s got something against us.”

“Yeah,” you agreed with a sigh. You peeled your drenched shirt from your skin, pulling it over your head in an attempt to ease some of the warmth. It didn’t made much of a difference.

Minho threw you a sideway glance as you walked across the green fields. “Eager to show your body off?”

You threw your head back in a bark, sidestepping so you would walk backwards to face him. Your hands spread as your head tilted with conviction.

“You’d want to show off your body too if it looked like this,” you said. Minho couldn’t help but smile at your comment, shaking his head in exasperation. You turned around to walk beside him normally again.

As the two of you made your way to the lake, you passed the gardens and its track-hoes, Newt being one among them. Despite the fact that he was second in command, he liked the calming repetitiveness of caring for vegetables and flowers. He’d told you one late night when you’d found him sitting by himself, staring up at the night sky, and your curiosity had gotten the better of you. Now, his eyes met yours in an instant, as if he’d known exactly where you were. As if he’d been watching you for some while, and waiting for you to notice. Your stomach flipped at his unashamed staring, nervous under the gaze, as your mind drew a blank. Quickly, you rearranged your mouth into a smirk, to which he shook his head out of his stunned stupor and continued with his task, but you could tell his mind wasn’t present as his eyes kept jumping back and forth.

Minho saw your smug smile and hit you across the chest, hard enough to cause you to stumble. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Newt cover his mouth from something that looked like a chuckle and you glared back at Minho’s now-smug smile. He just tilted his head and kept walking to the cover of the trees.

“You can flirt with Newt later,” he said. “Let’s go wash off.”

“I wasn’t flirting with anyone! Let alone Newt.”

“Whatever, man.”

You grumbled something unintelligible, which he ignored, as you walked together to the lake on the other side of the Glade. It was a rather long walk, but the time in the trees’ shade cooled you down nicely. Reaching the lake, the water was darkening with the passing of the sun, seeming almost more ominous now than inviting. You found a few other Gladers there already, some of them laying by the bank with their shirts discarded and the rest of them submerged in the water. Minho wasted no time removing his shirt and running into the dark water. You discarded your earlier thoughts and quickly followed suit, pulling your hair from its knot and jumping into the lake with a splash that earned you an ugly glare from a Glader nearby. Minho shared the glare and slapped the water hard, sending it flying in your direction.

“Shankhead,” he muttered.

You only laughed and leant backwards, fully submerging your body under the dark water. Your muscles relaxed and let the water carry you out further in the lake, effectively cooling you down. This was exactly what you needed after a warm and exhausting day; your head under the water, your hair spread around you like the halo of some angel—if an angel could be trapped in a maze. The cold water felt like a blanket across your mind, quieting your thoughts down to a tenth of their usual volume. There were few things that could calm you like this.

The peace didn’t last long, though, as Minho’s hand suddenly closed over your arm and dragged you above surface.

“What?” you spit at him.

He cocked his head to the end of the lake and when you turned your head you saw Newt’s figure walking closer, his hands in the pockets of his trousers. You immediately tried to stand up, but forgot you were too far out, and instead of touching the sand you sunk deeper in the water with a splutter. Again, you broke the surface with a gasp and a flail of your arms, struggling to wipe your hair out of your eyes. Minho was unsurprisingly unhelpful, barking out his laugh at your unfortunate. You glared at him and swam to the bank where Newt stood waiting. It was only then that you noticed a lot of the other boys were gone or also on their way from the lake.

“Smooth,” Newt commented when you reached him.

“Shut up.”

He nodded his head to the woods behind him. “Dinnertime’s soon. Reckoned I’d go get you.”

“I am honoured your lordship would bother thinking of little ol’ me,” you smiled. He only rolled his eyes.

Your steps brought you up further, the water splashing around your knees. Newt’s arms were crossed over his chest as he leant on one foot, waiting for you to reach him. You noticed that he adamantly kept his eyes fixated on a spot just above your head, refusing to glance at any part of your body that was currently on display. A part of you sparked with amusement. Minho stepped out just behind you and went over to retrieve your clothes, throwing your shirt and boots at you.

“Thanks,” you bit at him, just barely avoiding one hitting your head.

He flashed you with a smug smirk as he pulled his shirt over his head, immediately causing wet spots to bloom wherever it touched his skin directly. “My pleasure,” he said and started walking back to the huts, through the now-dark forest.

The sun had settled quickly and long shadows now stretched before you as you turned to walk into the forest. Newt followed suit, staring at you with a raised eyebrow.

“Not going to put on your shirt?” he asked.

You turned your head to catch Newt’s gaze sweeping across your figure. It filled you with a strange satisfaction to see him checking you out. When he noticed that you’d caught him, he immediately looked away, his posture suddenly stiff. His cheeks were definitely redder than they had been before, although it was difficult to tell in the darkening light. Your lips tugged into something resembling a smile.

“Why? Does it bother you?”

Newt scoffed and met your gaze defiantly underneath his golden fringe. “No. I just don’t want your stupid arse to get sick.”

Your smile widened. “Oh, really? Do you happen to care for me, Newt?”

“I am not admitting that,” he said and rolled his eyes. His tone was suspiciously even, as if it took everything in him not to check you out again. “I’m only saying it’d be be more trouble than you’re worth to get you healthy again.”

His brown eyes met yours, obstructed with a few strands. You had the urge to reach out and pull them away, to see his eyes more clearly, but instead you sent him a simple smile and nudged him lightly with your elbow. “Okay, you have your priorities clear,” you said.

“Just go get ready, won’t you?” His glare was enough to send shivers down your spine and his hands started to turn your body in the direction of the huts, now already having reached the end of the woods. “See what I told you? You’re already getting cold!”

“Fine,” you drawled with your hands up in defence, looking at him over your shoulder. “I’ll see you at the bonfire.”

He lifted his hand in half a wave and swiftly turned away from you, walking to where the others had begun to gather by the fire. Sometimes you forgot he had hurt his leg—it had happened before you arrived in the Glade—but looking at him now his limp was evident in his step. You lingered a moment longer to watch his hair glow in the contrast from the fire, vaguely resembling the sun in an eclipse. You found the view almost poetic, entrancing you in its picturesque aestheticism. It reminded you of Icarus flying too close to the sun, you standing by, helpless to aid him in his downfall, inevitably and irrevocably fated to meet his doom. You weren’t sure where the thought or the name had come from, but ancient knowledge seemed to lord over you in a cloud of mystery.

“Go!” called Newt suddenly over his shoulder. He met your eye with a quirk of his brow and for a second his eyes seemed to draw you into the depths of his soul, but then you blinked and the feeling was gone.

“Going!” you jumped out of your daze to call back and quickly turned to make your way to the huts. How he had known you’d stayed put you didn’t know, but didn’t question further. You rushed to your cot to grab a change of clean clothes and a towel to dry off with, even though most of the water had already dried and cooled your skin with the night’s chill. Still, your hair hung heavy with water, wetting the new shirt you put on. You groaned as you tried to wipe it with the towel, but to no avail. The only downsides to having long hair was it took forever to dry. It would have to warm by the fire.

You changed into the warm pair of trousers and put on your boots. Still, your damp hair felt cold against your skin, which would have been nice if the temperature didn’t drop so suddenly as soon as the sun was gone. You hurried to the fire, the air enveloping you into its warm grasp, eyes already searching for the familiar blonde boy. A lot of the Gladers were milling about, eating the good food Frypan had cooked up or drinking some of the incredibly strong spirit you knew Newt fancied. Someone was laughing loudly nearby but you ignored it in favour of searching for the quiet spot you knew you would find him by. When your eyes settled on him, sitting on a log with a drink in his hand and a plate on his knee, your hand reflexively made its way to pull back your bangs from your eyes. Warmth settled in your stomach that was equally familiar.

“Don’t worry, you look good,” came Minho’s voice beside you. You shot him a glare and removed your fingers from your hair, still itching to pull it away. “Not that your ego needs the boost.”

“Not what I was concerned with,” you said. You swallowed. “But thanks.”

Minho grinned. Your lips lifted into an answering grin and Minho nudged you towards the fire. “Go get ‘em.”

You frowned at him, pretending not to understand what he meant, before shaking your head and walking towards where Newt was sitting. His gaze lifted as you approached and you felt your stomach flipping, not uncomfortably.

“So, he can wear a shirt? Was starting to believe you weren’t capable of it,” said Newt, lowering his drink from his lips.

“Yeah,” you answered with a sheepish grin.

You sat down next to him on the log and reached over to nick a few pieces of his fruit. Newt immediately leant away, lifting the plate away from your reach.

“Woah--oi, hey! Don’t take my food! Get your bloody own from Frypan,” he grumbled, settling you with a glare. You recognised the glint in his eye though, the one that told you he wasn’t entirely serious. His eyes shone in the firelight, softening the longer you stayed quiet, and his lips even started to turn up. At the sight of it, yours did as well. He always knew how to bring out your mischievous side.

“Your food tastes much better.”

“It’s exactly the same.”

You shook your head. “No, by its mere proximity to you, the food is better.”

Newt rolled his eyes and placed his plate back on his knee, where your hand quickly snatched away the remainder of his fruit. He only sighed and took a long sip from his drink, pretending to ignore your staring at him. Finally, he lowered his glass and met your gaze with a sigh.

“What?” asked Newt, tone as flat as he could manage to make it in your presence.

Your lips tugged into a smile. “Nothing,” you said and glanced away.

Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Newt swiftly turn to you before you felt a nudge against your side, almost pushing you off balance. You cried out and reached towards him to stabilise yourself, sending him the harshest glare you could muster in spite of the laughter that was waiting in your throat. He met it with a glare of his own while ignoring your hands on his arm and shoulder, which suddenly felt too hot to the touch. Blood rushed to your cheeks.

“Nothing,” you repeated, avoiding his gaze. You were forced to let go of him with a clearing of your throat, conscious of your cold hands. You became too aware of your hair brushing your cheek, annoyingly tickling your skin. Before you could move, Newt’s hand had reached out to brush it away. Your breath hitched in your throat and you were unable to rip your eyes away from his.

“Sorry,” he said bashfully and withdrew it, curling it into an uncertain fist.

You smiled. “No, no, it’s okay. It’s getting too long,” you mumbled, your hands moving as if with a mind of their own to fiddle with the longer strands of your hair.

“I could help you, you know?” spoke Newt, drawing your gaze to him. He seemed not to have noticed your flustered state or he chose to ignore it. You hoped it was the former.

You frowned at him. “What do you mean?”

His voice broke as he opened his mouth to speak, but he cleared his throat and nodded to your head.“I could help cut your hair.”

“Really?” you asked, surprise evident in your voice. You supposed cutting weeds while gardening got him familiar around shears.

“I mean, yeah, sure,” said Newt. “Reckon I’d do a better job than anything you’d manage, anyway.”

Your head whipped to the side, mouth open in indignation. “That’s foul!”

His lips tugged into a grin and he lifted an eyebrow with the argument. “Am I wrong?” Your eyes swept over his own hair, which you assumed he’d cut himself, and pursed your lips in contemplation. It looked good. He looked good. Especially in that light, when the fire casted a golden aura that settled around his head like a halo. It effortlessly managed to draw your attention to every shift in his movement.

“No,” you finally grumbled, again tugging at a strand.

His hand reached out to tuck the stray strand of your hair away, and in doing so pushed away your own. The short moment of contact made your breath stutter and come out in a short burst. Newt met your gaze with a smile. It felt different than before, none of his usual amusement visible in his gaze. Instead, there now hung a heavy silence over the both of you, despite the loud chatter and laughter of those who had gathered by the fire. You were so close to him that you could count the lashes on his eyes. His gaze, which usually swirled with the pain and frustration that served as a reminder that Newt was capable of more than he let on, was now void of that. There was only curiosity and something softer that you couldn’t describe to be found. Newt must have felt your breath on his hand by now were it not for you holding it in anticipation. As if suddenly realising it, he blinked and leant away from you, his hand falling down at your side. Your breathing returned to normal as you tried to keep the warmth rushing to your cheeks at bay, trying in vain to ignore how close you two had just been. It was too dark for you to see if he was feeling the same way, or he was just too good at hiding it, but it didn’t keep you from scrutinising his face for any clues.

“Take a sick day tomorrow, meet me by the gardens,” he said after a few minutes of silently staring into the fire. His voice was level, as if he hadn’t been caressing your cheek only moments before.

You tried to match his nonchalance and arched an eyebrow. “Minho will murder me.”

Newt cocked his head. “Let that be on my head.”

“Fine,” you said and stood up with a groan, feeling the stretch of your muscles from the day’s run. Newt followed your movement, meeting your eye as you pointed an accusing finger at him. “On your head, be it.”

Newt nodded, sending a smirk your way. You stepped away from him and made your way to Frypan. As you grabbed a few sandwiches, Gally sneaked up by your side, swiping one of the sandwiches in your hand.

“Got tired of flirting, huh?” he chuckled.

You glared at him and bit into your sandwich. “Shut up.”

He smirked smugly. “It’s plain as day, Greeny.”

“You’re worse than Minho,” you grumbled. Your finger lifted to point in his direction. “And stop calling me that, I haven’t been Greeny for a year.”

His mocking laughter followed you as you walked away from the fire towards the huts, shaking your head. A few Gladers had followed your trail of thought, also deigning to go to bed early. You fell into your sleeping cot with your feet kicked up and a deep sigh escaping your lips. Your mind couldn’t keep from trailing back to the sight of Newt by the fire, his brown eyes shining along with his smug smirk. A groan fought through your throat as you rubbed your eyes in frustration.

It wasn’t that you didn’t like Newt. On the contrary, you liked him a lot. He was kind and funny and witty and smart and always knew how to both make you laugh and trample on your nerves to get you furious with him. But you didn’t fancy him, no matter how much Minho and Gally liked to imply it. He just had a special way to worm his way into your thoughts and then burrow there. For days after an interaction, you would think of how he looked at you a certain way or how he would accidentally touch you while brushing past.

It drove you insane, how easily Newt could get inside your mind.

And how easily he could stir up the warmth inside your stomach and make it rush to your cheeks with only a simple gesture. You had found yourself trying to hide your cheeks when around him too often lately and you were sure he had noticed, but only given you the curtesy of not commenting on it.

“Fuck,” you groaned again and turned over in your cot, your hair prickling your skin with reminder of what tomorrow would bring.

It was difficult to distract your mind from Newt long enough to settle down. Eventually, you managed to fall into a restless sleep, filled with the muddled dreams of red sunlight bouncing off of bluish marble, almost creating the illusion of moving water. You saw the reflection of your form against the stone below you but before you had the chance to take it all in, a hand had clasped your own and another drawn you in by your waist. When you looked up, it was the face of none other than the person you had previously been trying to forget, although you could not fathom why at that moment. Newt. His warm smile calmed you down and you allowed him to lead you into the first steps of a waltz. How you had learnt it you didn’t question, but just followed his captivating eyes and trusted him to catch you if you fell. Those same eyes were gazing into yours, big and brown and with the same curiosity that had gazed on you earlier that day. Only now, you allowed yourself to get lost in the sight of them, to be entranced by their deep swirling darkness. Right when Newt had stretched his arm out and sent you into a light spin, and his hand was ready to welcome you back into his embrace, had his expression changed from one of bliss to one of chock and disgust. You halted, frowning at his actions, before following his line of sight and reaching a hand up to the top of your head. To your horror, all your hair had suddenly vanished. Panic rose through you, clawing blindly at your empty head, wanting to escape from this, from everything, from Newt’s hateful glance. You took a step and tried another but caught the only small imperfection in the marble that caused you to stumble, falling down, down, and down… waiting for the ground to hit you.

What came instead was a slap on your chin, harsh enough to force you awake.

“Ngh— fuck,” you croaked, blinking drowsily. Your vision cleared up as you squinted at your assailant, recognising the judging stare immediately. “Come on, man.”

The sun had barely come up again over the tall walls guarding the Glade when Minho had deigned to make you a visit. That time was usually when you would get ready for your run in the Maze. Apparently, Newt had not said anything to Minho which made you let out a deep groan. Minho was staring down at your messy form, his arms crossed over his chest with a harsh stare pinning you to your place. He cocked his head, raising an eyebrow.

“Anyone tell you you’re an ugly sleeper?” he asked, a sickly sweet smile on his lips.

“No, I’m adorable,” you stated, trying to sit up as best as you could. “I’m taking a day off. I’m sick.” You punctuated your words with the best fake cough you could muster.

Minho looked unconvinced. “No, you’re not.”

“Yes, I am,” you countered. When he raised an eyebrow you sighed in defeat. “Okay, I’m not sick. But I’m still taking a day off. If you want to argue, take it up with Newt. He’s got senior on you. And we both know you won’t miss me today.”

Minho’s breath released in a sharp burst as he contemplated your words. Finally, he let his arms fall to his side. “Fine,” he said, but raised a finger to point at you. “But you better have a damn good reason as to why you’re staying here today.”

You shot him a smile. “A damn good reason.”

He rolled his eyes and turned to walk away. “I will miss you, by the way,” he called over his shoulder. Then, he added, with a smug smirk, “Sweetheart.”

It was then your turn to roll your eyes as a bark of laughter forced itself out your throat. You rubbed your face from sleep, trying to get rid of your sluggishness. As you were already awake, you figured you could just as well get up to meet Newt a little earlier. It wouldn’t be long until the rest of the Gladers woke up, anyway.

Minho and the rest of the Runners were already by the Maze’s walls. You could see their figures in the distance as the gates started to open with a loud rumble, one that you could feel shaking the earth beneath your feet. You shook your head and stretched your limbs, feeling them pop and crack individually. Minho liked to be up and early with his runs, but you were glad to get a day off to rest. You turned to your things, changing into a clean pair of clothes and put your hair up, mostly out of autonomy. Last time you would do that for a while, you figured.

Newt’s cot was among one of the empty ones, so you assumed he would have already gone to Frypan’s station to get breakfast. You made your way over there, spotting his slumped figure immediately. He jumped when you dropped down beside him, nicking an apple from his plate.

“Could you maybe get your own food for once?” he asked with a cocked eyebrow. You smiled through your amusement, slowly chewing on the fruit. You swallowed with an exaggerated motion, sending him a sickly sweet smile.

“No,” you said. He rolled his eyes while taking a mouthful of his scrambled eggs, ignoring your presence in the process.

“Remind me again why I needed to take the whole day?” you asked. “Hopefully, Minho won’t feel as murder-y when he gets back later as how he felt this morning.”

You saw the corner of his lip lift into what you imagined to be a smile. Smug bastard.

“My art takes time,” he eventually answered, turning to you. “I want it to look good.”

You raised an eyebrow. “I already look good.”

“And I want you to stay that way.” Newt shot a meaningful glance at the other Gladers, which had you wincing. Some of them could benefit from a more skilful haircut, you must admit.

“Fine.”

“Besides,” he said, “it’s easier when the sun is at its highest. Less chance for me to fuck it up then.”

Newt smiled at you, but his words indicated an underlying threat, one that had you smiling back in amusement. He really loved pushing your buttons. It didn’t help that you actually were concerned about your hair being fucked up—not that you would consider yourself a vain person, but you knew how much someone’s looks could be diminished because of a bad haircut. And your thoughts ran to the dream you’d had; was it a nightmare or a premonition?

You scratched your neck, conscious of the hair touching your skin. “You know what? I’m actually not so certain about this.”

Newt sighed and pinned his gaze on you. “I see you swatting your hair away all the time,” he said, exasperation shining through annoyance. “It’s clearly annoying you.”

His words made something in you flip. “Are you saying that you notice me all the time, then?” you asked with a smug smile, unable to keep your amusement at bay for long.

He ignored your question. “I’m not going to fuck it up, mate.” When you sent him a sceptical glare he sighed again, and asked, “What are you so afraid of? Don’t you trust my skills?”

Your lips tugged in earnest for a moment, before again settling into their smug familiarity. “I guess I’m just scared you’ll find me less attractive if I cut my hair.” You blinked through your eyelashes, meeting Newt’s incredulous gaze. “I mean, what if the whole reason you like me is because of my handsome hair?”

“That’s ridiculous,” he scoffed, turning to look down at his plate.

“So you admit you do find me attractive?” you chuckled.

“Never said that.”

Your lips pressed into a line, wondering if you had crossed the line that time. It took a moment to decide before opening your mouth again. “Will you still help me?”

“Of course,” he smiled at you, winking playfully. The gesture made butterflies immediately appear in your stomach and you had to look away lest he see the smile gracing your lips. He stood up from his seat, leaving the rest of his breakfast untouched, and nudged your side. “C’mon, let’s get going.”

“Now?”

“Yes, now. Or would you rather we wait until I get tired and the light is bad for me to slip with my shears?”

He had a point, damn him. “Fine,” you admitted, following suit and going outside with him. The sun blinded the both of you, already high in the sky. It felt strange for it to be this bright out and not being in the maze running.

Newt started walking toward the garden so you followed point, close at his heel. He picked up a pair of dirty looking shears, turning to flash you a grin. You looked at them skeptically, which he must have noticed.

“Look, they’ll get the job done, alright?”

Your eyebrow cocked. “You sure? Looks like they haven’t worked since ten years ago.”

Newt laughed dryly and nudged past you, walking the way to the woods.

“Hey, where are you going?” you asked.

“The lake. Need to get your hair wet,” he called over his shoulder.

Hmm. Sounded reasonable. You ran to keep up with him and joined him by the lake you had been swimming in the day before. The water looked even more inviting now, with the sun glittering across its surface instead of the afternoon’s deep shadows. Newt, none too gently, shoved you in the direction of it, sitting himself down by the bank.

You flashed a smile to him. “That eager to see me shirtless again?”

He rolled his eyes and reached for the water to splash it up at you. You yelped and jumped out of reach, giving him a stare full of contempt. “Just dump your ‘ead in the water, you knob.”

“Since you asked so kindly.”

You lowered your body closer to the bank, only letting your head submerge under the water. It felt cold, but not uncomfortably so. You felt a tap against your shoulder, Newt, and sprang up into sitting position. Water dripped from your hair, drenching your shirt and face. When you turned to Newt, your smile was crooked.

“Great,” he said, moving to sit behind you, shears in his hands. “Now all you have to do is keep still. Think you can do that?”

“Anything for you, Newt.”

You sighed happily and leant back, letting the sun cast its warm rays over you. You didn’t notice the moment Newt hesitated after your words, before he started drawing his fingers through your hair. All you knew was that suddenly his touch was there and it felt heavenly. You knew he only did it to measure your hair to cut it, but every time his fingers brushed against your scalp shivers erupted across your spine. You almost had the mind to close your eyes and fall asleep right then and there, with Newt almost caressing you. You imagined those same fingers running down from your head, touching the skin over your neck, brushing past your abdomen and squeezing your thighs. Even the thought of it made your breath hitch and you kept still to keep him from noticing anything amiss. Slowly and carefully, he worked, cutting methodically. You cracked an eye open, trying to glance at him from the corner of it.

“How’s it going, Newt?” you asked.

He grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled lightly, and said, “Don’t rush me.”

It was enough to make warmth travel to your cheeks and your abdomen, so you kept quiet after that and let him do his work in peace. His fingers danced closer to your skin then, trying to get to the nape of your neck and it took all your willpower not to shy away from him. Slowly, you relaxed into his hold again, numbed by the featherlight touches and breaths of air fanning over your skin when he sat too close.

And suddenly, it was all over. With one final brush of his hand, his fingers running through your hair thoroughly, he cleared his throat and moved away.

“All done,” said Newt, though it was almost a whisper.

You opened your eyes to the sight of him sitting on his folded knees and his fingers fidgeting with the shears, looking almost as if it took all his power to concentrate on his breathing. You smiled, raising an eyebrow, and ran your own hand through your hair. It felt lighter, and smooth, and you hadn’t realised how much of a relief it was to be gone with the length.

“How do I look?” you asked, meeting his eye.

“Good.”

“Better than before?”

Newt shrugged and stood up. “Good, like always.”

Your lips quirked into a mischievous smile. “You think I’m good looking?”

“Don’t flatter yourself,” he scoffed, but you could definitely see a redness spreading across his cheeks. He tried to turn away but you were quicker, bounding closer to him and shaking away the cutaway strands in the same movement. It was fun teasing him.

“You’re the one who said it!” you exclaimed.

“Oi, stop being difficult,” he settled his glare on you.

“I’m not.”

He shot you a look, one that told you he was trying to stay annoyed but secretly enjoying your antics. “You are,” he said while turning in the way to the rest of the Glade, shears hanging loosely from his grip.

You ripped your gaze from his long fingers, the image of them making your mind return to how you had wanted him to touch you earlier, and instead ran to keep up with his steps. You could sense the smile hiding in the corner of his lip, almost like a sixth sense, determined to bring it out. So, eyebrows lifted in a suggestive expression, you saddled closer to his side and said, “But you like a challenge, right—so why are you complaining?”

The gaze Newt responded with could only be described as filled with disbelief, and something else—something mischievous. “So now you’re a challenge, hm?” he asked, his eyebrows disappearing behind the ruffles of his hair.

You frowned and tilted your head at him. “Hey! Are you calling me easy?”

“Well, if the haircut fits…” he trailed off, leaving the rest of the sentence up to your active imagination.

“Now that’s just plain rude,” you muttered, lowering your gaze to the ground to avoid any missteps in the uncertain terrain of the Glade’s woods.

“I’m so very sorry, mate,” said Newt, without much conviction. You rolled your eyes at his sarcastic tone and noticed the flashing smile that was then all too visible on his face. “How can I make it up to you?”

“You can start by not calling me ‘mate’,” you retorted, not thinking through your words except to win this ‘argument’.

Newt glanced at you. “And what would you rather me call you?”

“I don’t know.” You shrugged, avoiding his gaze, while all too aware of what he was trying to get you to admit. But you were comfortable with the dance you and him were engaged in. It had been going on for so long that you had forgotten how to not do it with him. It was easier to keep dancing with him, to keep the illusion of a ballroom couple perfect rather than to quiet the orchestra and run from your Prince Charming. Newt seemed to sense where your thoughts had run to, as he tried to meet your gaze.

“You sure about that?” he asked sceptically.

“Er, yeah?”

Newt was way too good at reading you and would not believe any excuses you tried to make, however convincing they may be. You both despised and admired him for it. He stopped you in your tracks with a hand across your midriff; the feel of his fingers pressing against your skin, even through the shirt, made shivers travel down your spine. The hand quickly retreated as he tried searching your eyes.

“I—,” he started, voice unsteady. He cleared his throat to regain his composure as you waited for him, arms crossed, trying to keep up the charade any way you could. “I think you’d rather me call you ‘good looking’. Or ‘handsome’. Or ‘pretty’. Or what about ‘love’, hm?”

You scoffed, rolling your eyes, trying to ignore the warmth traveling up your neck to rush to your cheeks. “Don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Sure you don’t,” he said, an eyebrow raised from the very obvious tremor in your voice.

“Are you teasing me, Newt?” you asked incredulously.

Newt flashed you a smug smile and shrugged, looking away bashfully. “Got to be my turn to do it sometime,” he said.

You were used to you teasing him and poking fun, but he always took it in stride and seldom flirted back—which was what this had somehow turned into. If you’d known you two would end up flirting because of him cutting your hair you never would have agreed to his help—or maybe you still would have. Either way, there was no escaping it now. Fuck it, you thought. A frustrated groan seethed through your pressed lips as you threw your hands up in exasperation.

“You know what? Fine,” you said, meeting Newt’s gaze defiantly. “Yes, I’d like to be called all of those things. And I would like to call you all of those things.” You paused to then search Newt’s gaze, but he just stared at you in stunned silence and made no attempt to answer, so you kept going, albeit slightly more hesitant. “I—I want to hold you, to touch you, embrace you in the way that simple friends shouldn’t do. I’d like to whisper into your ear at night how much you brighten my days and make this shucking life worth living. Most of all, I would like to call you mine.”

You paused again to inhale deeply, your breathing shallow after your rant. It had driven your emotions to the surface so well you might as well have been wearing your feelings on your sleeve, ready to hand out romantic professions for anyone bothering to glance your way.

You hadn’t noticed how warm your cheeks had suddenly gotten, and made to move away while muttering, “There—I’ve said it. Let’s just go.”

“Wait—no—” Newt shouted, throwing out his arm to grab your wrist.

He pulled you back into him, making you lose balance, and a moment later his lips had closed over yours. The surprised gasp that had escaped your lips was quieted by his kiss and you quickly melted into his embrace. Immediately, his fingers closed over your nape, taking hold of your now-short hair and drawing you even closer. You could feel him pressing himself closer in whatever way he could manage, one hand tugging at your hair and the other clawing at your waist. Each individual touch sent sparks of warmth and cold over your skin as your hands closed over his jaw and throat. Even your imagination couldn’t have predicted how he would feel, how his body would fit against yours and make you want to never breathe again if it meant you could stay with him, like this, forever.

Finally, you had to pull away to suck in a deep breath of air, Newt trailing after and barely letting you go. You couldn’t fight the chuckle that forced its way out nor the grin that spread over your lips. Neither could he, as you saw his blushing face break out in a beam and his eyes jumping all over your face. It made you painfully aware of yourself and you bowed your head to settle against the crook of his neck, bashful in spite of your close contact. His hands were still holding onto your waist and kept your body pressed against him.

“Don’t get shy now,” he chided, though his tone was light and his fingers were rubbing slow circles across your back.

Despite the warm sun that glared over the pair of you, his gesture made a shiver crawl up your spine and you pulled away to look at him with an arched eyebrow. “Really, you’re calling me shy?” He nodded to your question. “I’m shy when you’re here— Have you completely forgotten who’s always bold and teases and openly flirts with you?”

Newt scoffed, drawing his hands over the small of your back. “Well, maybe I stole your boldness when I kissed you.”

You almost couldn’t believe him. His cheeks were already flushed, but burned even brighter when your hand pressed against his neck to pull him in again, forcefully pressing your lips against his and claiming his tongue as yours. In doing so, you swallowed his surprised gasp with your kiss, but he didn’t manage to suppress the moan when you took his bottom lip between your teeth and bit lightly. It made you smile smugly, pulling away immediately to look upon his bright red face and dazed expression.

“Who’s shy now, hm?” you asked, crossing your arms over your chest and stepping out of his hold.

Newt shot you an angry glance, but it was difficult to take him seriously when he was also blushing furiously. He decided to leave it at that and with not much dignity, pick up the shears he had dropped and started walking back towards the huts. Again, you had to run after him with laughter playing on your lips. You could tell he wasn’t really annoyed, but it was easy to slip back in the comfortable dance of your relationship.

You wouldn’t let him pretend like all of this had not happened, though. He looked at you in surprise when your hand sought out his own, fingers intertwining and closing over his. You smiled back, feeling a slight burning at the tip of your ears, but he leant in and placed a light kiss that made you wish for more again, which eased your nervousness.

“Guess we’re both a little shy, huh,” he remarked. You just shrugged, looking ahead to the opening of the forest, but the smile still apparent on your lips.

“And where the fuck have you two been?” cried Alby’s voice as soon as you stepped out of the trees.

Immediately, you felt as if you jumped out of your skin and let go of Newt’s hand, his cheeks burning as much as yours did. You scratched the back of your neck and glanced sheepishly at Newt, catching the mischievous glint in his eyes; neither of you could fight the smiles that broke out on both your faces.

“On your head be it, you said,” you smirked, slipping away from his indignant eyebrow raise.

You left Newt to deal with Alby alone with a playful wink, to which he only shook his head and hid his smile as he faced the approaching commander. You had half a mind to skip away with the happiness that were bubbling through you, but managed to contain yourself to walking away with a steady pace, though you couldn’t keep your thoughts from running back to the memory of Newt against you nor the smile that followed.

END NOTE ➢ I do have an idea for a part two should anyone be interested in it. Hope you enjoyed this!

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