#maze runner reader insert

[rainydaydreamsideblog]

(The Maze Runner) Imagine: He Protects You

It can be dangerous, especially for the only girl in the Glade.

Warnings: Guys being creeps in the Glade (nothing graphic), bullying, the Maze, danger.

. . .Thomas. . .

It’s a beautiful evening in the Glade.  You’re walking straight along the treeline on your way to run a final errand for Alby at the end of the day.  The sun is no longer visible, as it already descended far enough to be blocked by the walls.

Suddenly, you get the creeps.  It was hard to explain, but you feel goosebumps bloom along your skin, and you get the distinct feeling that you’re not alone.  The lovely glow of the bonfire is in your field of vision, but it’s so far away. It’s where most of the guys are gathered.  You can hear their distant whoops and hollers, reminding you that help is far away too.

A twig snaps, and your suspicions are confirmed.  There’s a figure following several feet behind you, lurking in the shadows cast from the trees above.

So, you veer off your original path to draw closer to the homestead where there would hopefully be someone who hadn’t made it to the bonfire yet.  Whoever it was must have caught on to what you were doing because they instantly pick up their pace.  You begin to hurry, increasing your speed so that they can’t catch you before you make it to what you hope will be a haven of safety.

Your heart is pounding, and your chest heaving with panicked breaths as you finally make it to the homestead.  

“Hello?” you call frantically.  

Suddenly, Thomas appears.  He sees your nervous state immediately, his hand taking yours.  But then his eyes lock onto something behind you, and he moves right past you to intercept your pursuer, effectively blocking them from you.

“What’s going on?” he demands.  Your follower is frozen to the spot, stuttering, failing miserably to offer up some sort of explanation.  Thomas steps forward, towering over the guy.  It’s plain to see that he is furious.  His forearms flex and his jaw is clenched.  You can hear his angry breaths as he speaks again.  “That’s what I thought.  Now, get out of here.”

As soon as the guy is gone, Thomas turns around to face you.  His close presence eases your fearful state when he steps into your space, filling your nose with his scent. “You okay?” he asks gently.

You manage a nod.

“We’re going to tell Alby right away.  This isn’t going to happen to you again.  Come here…” He carefully pulls you into his arms for an embrace, as if you’ll break apart if he’s too sudden. You bury your face in his chest, breathing a sigh of relief.  His heartbeat is close to your ears, like a lullaby.

“Thank you…” you whispered.

. . . Newt . . .

You couldn’t take it anymore.

The teasing, the taunts… The inability of certain individuals to just leave you alone.  Ever since you’d rejected him, Allan had made it his life’s mission to make your existence in the Glade all the more difficult.

Most recently, he had purposely bumped into you at lunchtime so that your meal was spilled all over your clothes and onto the ground.  Resources were limited in the Glade.  It was understood that wastefulness wouldn’t be tolerated.  You couldn’t afford to lose food or have clothing ruined.  Fortunately, your clothes would be fine after a wash, but the discarded food was a different story.

You dab at your tank top with a washcloth and pause to look at your reflection in the mirror.  It was all too easy to recall how quickly you’d reached your limit after Allan’s ridiculous ploy.  Your face is still wet from crying, eyes puffy, and lips parted as you took deep breaths.

There’s no use crying over spilled milk, you thought. Or in my case, spilled lunch.

After composing yourself, you decide it’s time to go back out there and face the music. You toss the damp rag aside and march determinedly out of the empty washroom.  To your surprise, you smack right into another individual coming in.  You instantly recognize the blonde hair and grumbles of complaint as he reels from the collision.

“Oi, shank, watch where you’re going-”  Newt quickly realizes it’s you and clamps his mouth shut, extending his hands to each of your shoulders to steady you gently.  He takes in the sight of your tear-stained face with his eyes showing clear concern.  “Hey, what’s gotten into you?”

“Oh, just… Nothing. It’s nothing.”

Newt looks far from convinced, and you lower your gaze.  He’s about to inquire further, but a familiar voice sounds from outside the washroom.

“Hey, _______!” Allan calls tauntingly, making you freeze up.  “How’s it going in there?”

Newt’s eyes instantly flash, and his face scrunches up anger.  You can hardly believe it when Allan continues.

“Sorry about my clumsiness earlier.  Maybe I can make it up to you.  Come on out before I go in there!”

Newt can’t contain himself anymore.  He turns on his heel and heads out of the washroom, and you follow behind just to see the look on Allan’s face when he realizes he’s been caught.

It is so worth it.  Allan’s stupid grin falls hard into a look of horror as the Second-in-Command approaches him furiously.  He doesn’t lay a hand on him, but he looks like he’s awfully close when he jabs a pointer finger in his direction.

“If I ever catch you bothering her, or even breathing in her general direction again, you’ll be a permanent Slopper for the rest of your time here in the Glade.  Do you understand, shank?”

Allan nods quickly, and doesn’t even wait to be dismissed.  He just hurries away, leaving you and Newt both standing there watching him flee.

“Coward,” he mumbles.  Then, Newt turns to you, resting a hand on your arm in a comforting gesture.  “I mean it, you know.  He’ll never bother you again.”

. . . Minho . . .

It’s hard not to panic when you glance up and can no longer see the sun above you. It’s the end of the day, and you’re nearly out of time.  The lightning pain that shoots through your ankle suddenly just becomes too much.  You lean against one of the ivy-covered walls and exhale.

“I don’t think I’m going to make it,” you say aloud, and the words weigh heavily on you.  You mentally scold yourself.  You can’t afford to think that way.  A Runner knows better.  With a wince, you continue limping on your way.  It’s not that the exit from the Maze isn’t close.  If memory serves you right (which it did), it wasn’t too far at all… but at your pace, it would take a lot of effort and some good luck to get you back in time.

Just when you are about to give up again, you hear footsteps rapidly approaching.  Your first thought is that perhaps your cowardly companion had a change of heart, but the footsteps didn’t match.

“Hello?” you call.

“_________!” Minho’s voice responds, and your heart swells with hope.  You aren’t out of the woods just yet, but your chances were much better with help. Minho nearly slides to a stop in front of you, instantly taking your arm and putting it around his broad shoulders to help you up.  There is no time to stop and compare notes, so you update him as he begins helping you back along the path.

“I sprained my ankle.” You hold onto Minho like he’s your lifeline as you push through the pain to keep up with his pace.  He’s right to go so fast.  Time is running out.

“Where’s Derek?” he asks with a grunt.

“He…he left me,” you gasp in pain.  “I think he was worried he wouldn’t make it out in time if he helped me.”

Minho goes quiet for a moment, and you can practically feel the anger rolling off him in waves.  His eyes are focused straight ahead at the path, and he huffs.  Finally, he bites out a sarcastic comment. “I think it’s safe to say that he’s getting demoted from being a Runner.”

You keep talking, trying to distract the both of you from the familiar groan of the Maze walls shifting.  “Why did you come out here?”

“Because it was getting late in the day, and no one had seen you,” he pants.  “Usually, you check in with me right away.  I knew something had to be wrong.”

“Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me yet.”

You continue limping with all your might toward the gate, feeling your heart jump, as the walls on either side begin their agonizingly slow crawl to a close.  There’s a small group standing on the other side, ushering you both out anxiously.  It was mostly Keepers, a select few who had been informed of the problem by Minho.

The two of you fell onto the green grass, gasping for breath, while the others surrounded you.  Alby knelt down beside you, resting a hand on your shoulder.  You just let yourself breathe, tears welling up in your eyes from relief.

“So it’s true?” Gally questioned, brows raised.  “Derek left her in there.” “Yes,” Minho replied, sitting up.  “And he will face the consequences.”  He looked over at you, finally catching his breath.  “You’re safe now.”

. . . Gally . . .

James had been haunting your steps for far too long.  He was always there, always hanging around, and sometimes showing up at the most alarming of instances.  What could be done about it?  It wasn’t as if he’d taken severe enough action to warrant disciplinary measures, you thought.  He was only ever seen staring at you, smirking, and just being an all-around jerk at times.

This time, he’d snatched your tools away from your working station while your back was turned. After uncovering a particularly tough old root, you turned around to get a spade to chop it up, only to see that your things were gone.

A few laughs caught your attention, and you glanced over to see James and one of his shadows standing there, staring at you from several feet away.  You couldn’t say for certain, but it seemed like they had something to do with your missing tools.

So, now you’re debating with yourself on the best course of action.  Do you ignore him and try to rustle up some extra tools from Newt or Zart?  Or do you bother to give this shank the attention he’s so desperately seeking to get your stuff back?

You don’t really like the latter option.  Frankly, James gives you the creeps. The last thing you want is to play his little game… But every minute that you spend deliberating is wasted time that could be put towards helping the Glade.

As much as you despise indulging him, you find yourself marching right over to his work area.  Both James and his minion are laughing in amusement, shoving each other at the sight of you approaching.

“Do you know where my tools went?” you ask, pinching the bridge of your nose.

“I might,” James replies cryptically.  “And I might be willing to strike up a bargain for that information.”

You fold your arms across your chest.  “What could you possibly want?”

“Ohh, I don’t know…Perhaps a kiss will do.”

You make a face as the disgust hits you.  “Seriously?”

“Do I look like I’m kidding?”

“Yeah, that’s going to be a ‘no’ for me.”  You wave off the concept, turning around.  You decided that your best bet is to find some spare tools.  This just wasn’t worth all the trouble.  Just as you start to leave, James comes running around to block you.

“Hey now, I didn’t say you could go.”

“Yeah, you might want to think about his offer,” James’ lackey said from behind you.  The two of them close in, and you clench your fists in preparation to fight.  If you make enough commotion, you’re sure that someone will notice and come to your aid.

You give him one last chance.  “Let me pass.”

“Come on, just one kiss.  Unless you want more than one after that-” to your relief, James is cut off by a new voice interjecting.

“What’s going on here?” The three of you turn to see Gally standing there, sweating from whatever project he was working on,with dirt and wood shavings on his clothes.  His expression looks expectant as he waits for an explanation, though his tall and bulky form makes him appear positively dangerous as he stares the two guys down with his hands resting on his hips.

“I, uh.. We…”  They break off in stutters and fumbled words.

“I’m fairly certain they have my tools,” you say, and Gally’s famous arched brows raise at the two guys in disbelief.

“Is that so?” As Gally walks forward, he plants his palms harshly on James’ shoulder, shoving him clear out of the way. James stumbles unceremoniously, almost falling straight into the grass.  Gally walks over to the bench and pauses.  He picks up a bundle of leather and tosses it to you, the tools rattling inside.  “Are those yours?”

You recognize it immediately.  “Yes, these are the ones.”

“You shanks had better never even speak to her again.  Understand?” He stares at each of them pointedly with all the authority of a Keeper, and they both nod.  With that, Gally walks up to you and ushers you away with a warm, gentle hand on your back protectively.

“Your timing was impeccable,” you say quietly.  “Thank you.”

“They won’t bother you again.  I’ll make sure of it.”

“I think you already have,” you chuckle.

[angelofthenight]

You: *says anything good about literally anything other than Gally, even an inanimate object*

Gally: go marry it then

[newtkive]

pixels [ newt x reader - modern text au ]

ch. 2 - drama queen core

summary: minho's drama finally catches up with him, but newt becomes a hero.

warnings: strong language, mutual pining, none really.

➥ m.list

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THE GLADE

[ 12:08 PM ]

y/n: gm pookies

newt: it’s the afternoon.

y/n: yeah well

ur east coast

newt: so are you y/n

y/n: FINE BAD MORNING THEN ARE U HAPPY?

minho: drama queen is awake

newt: you’re the drama queen min let’s be fr

minho: u want me to die be honest

newt: see .

tommy: hey guys :3 been waiting for you all

y/n: awwww tommy <3 gm

tommy: morning sweetums

minho: ew stop

newt: how did you sleep?

tommy: good! used my new heated pillow

newt: not you

minho: not you

tommy: wtf

WHO THEN?? THERES LIKE 7 OTHER PPL IN HERE

minho: he means y/n

and there’s 4 other people not including newt and y/n dumbass

y/n: oh

why just me????

newt: cuz you stayed up til 6 am

y/n: ..

how do you know that

newt: i saw you were active on discord

gally: doesn’t that mean you were awake too then

newt: ok and?

minho: thats crazy newt

newt: no it isn’t

i just casually saw it

y/n: hehe

im ok i need to sleep more. sims 4 was really consuming me

why were you awake??

newt: up for work

minho: you get on discord before work?

chronically online..

newt: can you choke and pass out and hit your head please

minho: THE WAY U WANT ME DEAD IS INSANE

y/n: he’s gotta check on his discord hoes before hitting the grind

newt: there are no discord hoes

unless you count thomas

and i don’t

tommy: well why not

newt: because you disgust me

tommy: love u too :3<3

minho: y’all about to kiss aren’t you

newt: never say that shit again im outside your door with a b*mb

minho: why censor it

just blow me up it’s my grandmas house anyway. u want to jump her that bad????

gally: blow that bitch up i say

y/n: HELLO???!,!!

gally: minho not grandma

she loves me cuz im so tall

minho: tall people always gotta remind you they’re tall 😒

like we get it bigfoot

gally: shut up tinkerbell

y/n: you’re somewhat tall minho

minho: any man under 6’0 is considered short

y/n: yeah but newt is 6 ft trapped in a 5’10 body so not totally true

newt: what does that even mean

minho: give me a break

i can tell you exactly what that means

she wanna hit

newt: stop

tommy: don’t get his hopes up

newt: dude

stfu

y/n: what newt said

gally: can we appreciate the only one actually over 6 ft here

minho: no.

tommy: im the same height as newt!!!!

y/n: yea but ur like 3 ft trapped in a 5’10 body tommy not the same

tommy: oh ..

minho: kind of real

newt: can someone kick gally i’m tired of seeing his fucking name on my phone

gally: then turn your phone off don’t you have old ladies to tend to at the library

newt: yeah and they all love me

y/n: so real

if i was old i’d go in there and imagine you’re my young boyfriend and cling to everything u say

tommy: true im the old ladies

y/n: LMAO

minho: write a fanfic y/n why don’t you

newt: yeah you both are old and not beating the dementia allegations

y/n: IM THE YOUNGEST HERE

ur just mad you’re old as dirt

tommy: youth has left you newt and it has turn you bitter in your old age.

minho: thomas knows big words who knew

newt: which word in that sentence was big??

y/n: shut up minho

minho: wtf did i do

y/n: idk but i imagine you sitting there typing on your little phone and i got pissed

minho: WHAT???!.‘wKWHFO

newt: LMAOOOOOOOOOOO

yeah chubby little fingers hitting the wrong letters on his iphone 8

minho: im leaving

tommy: dont leave i forgive you for what you said

minho: i don’t give a damn

y’all mad y’all are all fake im the realest i’ve been prophesizing and reading scriptures 7000 years before y’all fake asses were born be so for real right now

y/n: not reading that

congrats

or sorry for what happened idk

about to drink my coffee in a wine glass

tommy: just drink wine

newt: it’s noon tommy??

tommy: ok and?

newt: explains a lot

minho: no coffee for me this new year only water and pussy juice fr fr

[ newt removed minho from the group ]

tommy: woah

y/n: woah..

newt: i can’t take it anymore

alby: How did you get that access..?

newt: don’t worry about it

in times of need i have to step in like that

y/n: hi alby!

alby: Hey y/n!

tommy: you’re such a hero newt

gally: that was deserved

who wants to play minecraft rn

y/n: me!!

alby: I’ll play, I’m off work today.

y/n: let’s go to the desert i want a camel

gally: alright but then the caves after i wanna mine

newt: if you mine with her you gotta bring extra food and storage when she dies so you can pick up the fallen items

gally: i forget you’re her designated babysitter

y/n: oh please no he isn’t

and i’ll bring my own food

newt: you always say that and then leave it in the stove oven

y/n: WELL I WONT THIS TIME

newt: sure ok

i’ll get on after work

[ alby added minho to the group ]

minho: when i get you.

newt: why did you add him back alby

alby: He was harassing me.

newt: be a man and take it

gally: im leaving

[ gally left the group ]

minho: im going to throw up and die

newt: im staying out of this

minho: (guy who caused it) im staying out of this

y/n: why does gally alwyas leave 😔

newt: why question a gift from the heavens

tommy: get online y/n gally is attacking my dirt house w a pickaxe :((((

y/n: NO IM COMING

minho: im coming to your work newt

newt: okay im locking the door early then

minho: i’ll smash through the glass idc

newt: i’m leaving my shift is over at 1 today.

minho: i’ll use life360 on you

newt: i deleted that app

minho: i’ll stand in the middle of the street

newt: ok let me position my car in front of you

just come to my apartment and we can play w them on pc and xbox

minho: …. fine but i hate your guts

newt: fine

y/n: HURRY GALLY IS ATTACKING MY SHED NOOOOWWW

newt: i’ll just rebuild it

minho: i’ll set it on fire just wait

[hollybell51]

can you post newt x female reader smut? i had a look at your wattpad and noticed that you already had some but it's in the old style (i'm assuming it's your old style) and i really like how you write now (the stuff you post on here). obv only if you're comfortable with it, btw i love your work!

First of all, I'm glad you like my stuff! Secondly, I sure can! I've got some brand new things I cooked up a while back, and I would be delighted to share the love xxx

Just like that

Series masterlist, masterpost

Newt x fem!Reader

Maze Runner (2009 novel - James Dashner, 2014 film - Wes Ball)

Word count: 2318

Summary: shameless Newt smut. Enjoy.  

Content: smut. Porn with like the tiniest hint of a plot. Friends with benefits type beat. Making out, blowjobs, hickeys, light praise kink (kind of), light dirty talk, masturbation (kind of), hair pulling (reader is the puller), cowgirl position (sort of??? Idk??), al fresco lol 

Notes: I’m so sorry I have no idea how to tag this stuff. Literally what’s in “content” is in it, there might be stuff that I forgot so I apologise but it’s basically just what you’d expect from smut (I’m pretty basic)

You were kissing Newt. Or maybe Newt was kissing you, since he’d started the whole thing when he had put down the now empty cup of hot tea the two of you had been sharing, sheltered behind the partially rotted corpse of a massive tree, and taken your chin between his strong fingers, turned you to face him, then very deliberately pressed his lips against your own. You’d just smiled and let him, giving as good as you got. He still tasted like the drink, the sweetness of the honey you’d insisted on adding coating his mouth. And so it was that you came to be locked in a soft embrace now, with your movements lazy and relaxed as you took your sweet time exploring each other. 

It wasn’t an uncommon occurrence; you liked Newt and he liked you, and both knew it. It was nice to have a sort of outlet every now and then, someone who you didn’t have to pretend to be anything other than yourself around, and who didn’t pretend around you. And that’s what Newt was, and what he had been for some time, ever since a few months ago when the two of you had found yourself drunkenly making out behind the homestead while the other Gladers enjoyed a bonfire. 

Now, Newt’s hand had found its way to your breast, tracing circles over the material of your shirt and making your skin prickle. You traced a line along his jaw, your finger trailing down his neck to rest on his shoulder. You shifted yourself slightly, angling your body further towards him to ease the suggestion of a stiffness threatening to grow in your neck if you kept up your current position much longer. Newt’s mouth was still soft on yours, his tongue stroking your own lazily, but something about him was saying that he wanted more – or would soon. 

“Do you want me to suck you off?” you asked, breaking the kiss. The two of you had decided a while back that being open and up front was the way to go – “candid,” Newt had stated solemnly, and you’d agreed. 

He seemed to consider for a moment, then glanced around to check for anyone in the immediate vicinity. The fallen tree trunk you were sitting against wasn’t all that deep into the deadheads, and while it was huge and had served as an excellent shelter numerous times before, it never hurt to be careful. It wasn’t that either of you were ashamed of your standing with the other – your “situationship” you jokingly called it – it was just that it would be awkward to get caught. 

Now, Newt smiled at you and nodded. “Yeah,” he said, placing another gentle kiss on your lips. 

You returned the smile, slipping your hand under the waistband of his pants, massaging his cock gently. You felt him grow hard, and when you were satisfied, you deftly unzipped his pants. You smiled again, spitting into your palm and resuming your light ministrations. 

Newt raised his eyebrows, clearing his throat. “Love, that’s wonderful, but quit teasing.” 

“Magic word?” you grinned. 

Your friend sighed, rolling his eyes. “Please,” he huffed. 

You nodded, licking your lips before gently kissing the tip of his dick and lowering your mouth over the head. Newt gave a tiny moan – well, something between a sigh and a moan – and moved his hand to your hair, his fingers tracing patterns gently over your scalp. You really liked giving blowjobs to Newt; he was always so gentle and considerate, and it never even felt like you were “giving” him anything. Sure, his dick was in your mouth, but it was more like something you were doing with him, something nice and fun and extremely gratifying. Especially when he talked to you, which he was doing now. 

“That’s it love,” he murmured as you swirled your tongue around him, your hands working what wasn’t already in your mouth. “God, you’re good at this.” 

The praise lit a warm glow inside you, and you sank your head lower. Newt’s breath caught in his throat as you hollowed your cheeks, the tip of his dick now almost touching the back of your throat with every bob of your head, your hand still taking care of the base. It was as slow and laid back as your kisses had been just minutes before, and you loved every second. 

You continued like that, basking in Newt’s grunts of “yes” and “fuck” and the occasional “God, (Y/N)” before his fingers slid from your hair to under your chin, prompting you to stop. You released him with a wet sort of “pop” sound, licking your lips delicately while still holding his throbbing cock in one hand. His cheeks were flushed, his eyes bright as he looked at you. Your own face was warm, matching the not entirely unpleasant heat you’d felt building between your legs. 

“Take your pants off and come here.” He patted his lap, kicking his own pants further down his legs. 

You grinned. “Is that an order or an invitation?” 

“An invitation, since you never do anything I order.” 

“It’s cause you never say please,” you deadpanned as you shuffled out of your pants, discarding them and your underwear to one side. You swung a leg over Newt’s hips, straddling him, and placed your hands either side of his face. “How’s this?” 

“Yeah, not bad,” he nodded, his own hands easing your shirt upwards. You let him, lifting your arms obediently as he slipped the piece of fabric over your head and sent it the way of your pants. He kissed along the line of your bra, then, watching your face carefully, reached around and undid the clasp. He caressed your breasts softly, sweetly, and slowly. That really did seem to be the theme of the day. 

“Hey,” you said after a moment when he made no move to take his own shirt off, your hand coming to rest over his. “How come I’m naked and you’re not?” 

He shrugged, twisting his hand to entwine his fingers with yours. 

“Hardly seems fair,” you breathed, sliding your hips over his. 

Newt’s breath caught in his throat once more, and he rolled his eyes at you. “If you insist.” 

“I certainly do.” You pushed his shirt up, pulling it deftly over his head and tossing it to the side before laying your palms against his warm skin. You knew there were things Newt liked more than his own body, but you’d never really understood why. Sure, he was skinnier than some of the other boys, and his leg was a continuous chip on his shoulder, but you thought he was hotter than anyone you could name off the top of your head and you made sure he was aware of the fact. 

In fact, the first time he’d expressed anything resembling insecurity, you’d been watching him get dressed after a night well spent, idly pondering how perfectly formed he was, how smooth and seamless every movement was even with the addition of his limp. You’d been so caught up in watching the dance of his lithe muscles under his skin that you hadn’t even noticed the apprehensive look on his face as he turned away from you. 

“Can you… not watch me?” he’d asked hesitantly as he pulled on his shirt. 

“Huh?” you’d frowned, sitting up. 

“You were staring, can you not do it?” 

“Oh.” You’d felt your face colour and had looked away, embarrassed. “Sorry.” 

“‘Sfine,” he’d said. 

You’d asked why, hesitantly and as politely as you could. You just couldn’t work out why this boy, who was totally comfortable making you plead his name as your thighs squeezed around his shoulders and your fingers pulled his hair enough to make him moan (which was how you’d found out he liked his hair being pulled, but that was a story for another time), couldn’t deal with you watching him get dressed. 

He’d shrugged, then turned around and spoken directly to the wall beside your head. “I don’t really like how I look.” 

You were baffled to say the least, and had very nearly burst out laughing. “But you’re so…” you’d said instead, stumbling for the right words. “You’re so hot,” you’d blurted at last. 

Newt had shrugged again, bending to lace up his boots. “Maybe to you.” 

After that, you’d taken every opportunity – ones that weren’t too obvious, of course – to subtly express just how attractive you thought he was. From outright whispers of “fuck, you’re hot” mid tryst to casually proclaiming him gorgeous in the middle of a conversation, you really did take any chance that presented itself. And now was no different. 

“Damn,” you smiled, bending to place a kiss on his collar bone. “You’re fucking sexy, you know that?” 

“Look who’s talking,” he scoffed, but you caught the tiny upward twitch of his mouth. He brought your hand to his face, gently kissing your knuckles. You let a sigh escape you, rocking your hips over his once more. He was hot against you and the sun, now beginning to sink below the walls, caught in his hair, lighting it up in gold like some kind of halo. You’d hardly have been surprised if he sprouted wings right then and there. 

“Quit teasing, (Y/N),” he half laughed, half growled. Then added “please” almost as an afterthought. 

“Since you asked so nicely,” you smiled, the hand that wasn’t being held by him sliding down over his chest, his stomach, finally coming to rest on his dick once more. You carefully lined him up, and at his nod, sank gently onto his length. 

You didn’t move right away, shifting your hands to the log either side of Newt’s head to steady yourself as you let yourself adjust. You rocked experimentally, earning a soft sigh and whispered “yes” from the boy under you. 

“Just like that,” he murmured as you moved again. Another thing about Newt that you’d learnt was that he liked when you rode him like this, liked guiding your hips over his while showering you with kisses – and the odd hickey. He was doing it now, his hands gentle yet firm where they slid over the skin of your thighs and hips and waist, his mouth warm and silken where it roamed your chest and neck. 

“Fuck, Newt,” you breathed, letting your fingers tangle in his hair. You didn’t pull it as such, just hinted at it. Still, Newt’s breath hissed between his teeth and he looked up at you from a particularly dark hickey at the curve where your neck met your shoulder, his eyes dark. You gave his hair the gentlest tug, tipping his head back and kissing his lips, his jaw, and down his throat. 

Newt’s eyes were closed now, his breath shallow as you ran one hand down over his front, fingers skimming the subtle planes of muscle as a leaf skims the surface of a puddle. You kissed him again, slowly, your mouths melding perfectly together. 

“Touch yourself,” he murmured against your lips. “I want you to cum.” 

“I wanna make you cum,” you replied. It was true, you loved nothing more than watching Newt unravel because of you and only you, even if it was both of you doing the work. 

He shrugged. “And I want you to get yourself off riding my dick, I want to watch you.” 

“Ok.” You kissed him again, then slid the hand that wasn’t still tangled his hair down your own body to the heat between your legs. You bit your lip as your fingertips grazed your clit, stifling a moan. 

“Don’t keep quiet,” Newt urged. “I wanna hear you too.” 

God, this boy, you thought as you let yourself whisper a curse. Did he have any idea what he was doing to you? He probably did, actually, you reflected as your fingers rubbed tiny circles over your clit. You leant forwards to get a better angle, your chest brushing against Newt’s and your face inches from his own. He was watching you, his attention fixed only on you. You felt yourself twitch and your muscles began to tense as you found the perfect spot, the moans you let escape growing in frequency and volume. 

“Move me,” you choked as you felt yourself teetering on the brink of your climax, every fibre of your being pulled taught. 

Newt nodded, rocking your hips over his as your fingers continued their motion and you hung, suspended for a second before everything came crashing in on you. 

“Fuck, Newt, oh my god,” you groaned as the orgasm flooded over you. You were dimly aware of him moaning your name and realised that your hand had tightened in his hair and that he was still moving you. “Keep going,” you sighed, cupping his face with one hand while the other continued to card through his hair, pulling occasionally. 

“Mm, (Y/N) oh–” he broke off and you gave the handful of hair you had a firm pull, now taking over your own movements as he released inside you, bliss flooding his face. 

You continued to slide your hips over his until your legs had ceased to shake and a little of the haziness had gone from Newt’s face, settling comfortably onto his lap. Wordlessly, you placed a soft kiss on his forehead, brushing the hair from his face and tracing patterns over his cheeks and neck, all the way down to his chest. He smiled at you, bending to sooth the dark marks he’d left on your skin with kisses of his own, holding you close against him. 

“I love this,” he said at last. 

You tilted your head to the side, nonplussed. “Having sex with me?” 

He considered, nodded, then, “being with you.” 

“I love being with you too,” you whispered as you kissed him again. 

[mackjlee9]

Gally x Male!Reader [Fluff]

Warning; canon divergence, movieverse.

Masterlist.

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The Maze Runner

Boisterous laughs were heard in the Glade, the circle of boys just chillin and playing during their break made others wonder what was happening, causing smiles to grow on their faces again.

They had just heard one of Newt's hilarious stories after he had picked true, and he shook his head with a blush on his face and a small smile, turning to look at the next guy's turn.

And that ended up being (M/n), who made eye contact with the blond almost immediately, "True or dare, (M/n)?"

While everyone calmed down, he was thinking about his choice, always picking true wasn't funny (unless you were Newt) and it's been quite a while since someone picked dare, and that's when he felt Thomas nudging him with a playful chuckle, making him laugh with him.

"Okay, fine... Dare," he said releasing a breath, a faint smile still pulling at the corner of his lip and he saw how Minho leaned closer to Newt's ear to tell him something.

Something that got them both laughing like idiots. And the mischievous look in their eyes worried him for a moment, considering if picking dare was a good idea, this almost seemed planned.

"I dare you to kiss Gally, on the lips," (M/n)'s mouth opened in surprise, speechless for a couple of seconds as he processed Newt's words, hearing everyone around him laughing their ass off like Minho and Newt did, even Alby was having a hard time holding back his laugh.

"You're shucking crazy, Newt?! He's gonna kill me!" He yelled while standing up from his spot on the wooden bench, "If we had a guillotine, my head would be the first one to go there! And all of you after he finds out!" No one paid attention to his words and continued to laugh at his panicked reaction, but Minho seemed to have regained himself enough before everyone else did.

"Come on, it's... just a kiss, it doesn't have to be longer than a second," pushing his hair back in frustration, (M/n) sat back down with a heavy sigh, he looked up at everyone and frowned.

"Has this happened before? Daring someone to kiss Gally?" Fry nodded but didn't add anything after that, not even to reassure him that he'll be fine- which he knows he won't, he sighed and shrugged, "Alright... Where's Gally?"

(M/n) saw Newt wriggling his eyebrows while his eyes were focused on something- someone, behind him, "There he is," he looked over his shoulder, and effectively, Gally was working on something over there, completely silent and focused, looking as serious as always, "Go, your prince is waiting~" Newt said in a teasing voice when (M/n) stood up, everyone chuckled at the idea of Gally being a 'prince'.

He smiled a bit and started walking away, "Shut the hell up, Newt."

His smile was soon wiped off his face, cold sweat running down his spine followed by shivers, his palms felt clammy, making him wipe them on his shirt. He occasionally glanced back at the boys, only to see them chuckling and giving him a thumbs up as a way of encouragement.

Now, (M/n) was within hearing distance of Gally, so taking a deep breath he approached him a few more steps, thinking 'you can do it' to himself a few times, "Uh, Gally?"

Gally looked up at the call of his name, his green eyes looking into his (e/c) ones, the movements his hands did to tie the pieces of wood together momentarily stopping.

"What do you want?" He continued working, sparing a few glances at (M/n), realizing how nervous he looked.

"I..." Nothing, he could barely breathe properly, even less formulate a sentence. Gally frowned when (M/n) simply stayed quiet, and annoyed, he completely stopped working, turning his body to look at him.

"You?" He added with an irritated tone, making (M/n) anxiously shift in place and wipe his hands again, Gally didn't miss that, wondering what was going on with him all of a sudden.

(M/n) looked down at the grass under his feet, "Can you promise me you won't punch me?" Gally pressed his tongue against his cheek, his jaw tensing at the question.

"I wanna punch you right now, (M/n)," he just nodded as he took a deep breath, understanding that he was making the situation worse by behaving like this.

"I can do it," he mumbled loud enough for Gally to hear him.

"Can do what?" (M/n) didn't even bother answering him, mostly because he didn't actually hear him over the sound of his own thoughts, and he quickly approached Gally before he lost all the courage he managed to gather in the past ten seconds.

Everything seemed to going in slow motion in the Glade, Gally watched how (M/n) got closer and closer to him, making him feel nervous and anxious, something not many could say have accomplished. And yet, it seemed like (M/n) didn't have to do much to make him feel like his heart was going to burst out of his chest at any given moment.

Gally shifted in place as he observed (M/n) with uncertainty, but soon, his mind was going numb.

(M/n) had reached his arms up to hold him by the collar of his shirt, pulling him closer and pressing their lips together. Gally's eyes were wide open for a moment, processing what was happening, and yet, his hands went up to gently hold (M/n)'s wrists as his eyes closed, his whole body tingling and face heating up at the feeling of (M/n)'s lips pressed against his.

His sleepless nights imagining, fantasizing, and daydreaming about kissing (M/n) didn't even come close to how he felt right now. It almost felt like they were the only ones around. And he liked that. The small moan he let out was a clear giveaway of the fact.

However, the kiss was cut short when (M/n) backed away. He was caught by surprise at the... Pretty moan he heard from Gally, and now he was really confused.

And seeing Gally blushing made him believe that he was actually knocked down or was killed by him because there was no way that Gally was blushing. He looked taken aback and flustered, his hand reaching up to cover his lips with the back of it, looking away without making eye contact.

(M/n) swears he saw a hint of a smile too.

"Uhm... Gally?" He asked unsure, almost flinching at the soft look in his green eye when he glanced back at him, it was... New and rather nice, it felt good to not be constantly glared at for once.

"We'll talk about this later," and just like that, he left him standing there alone.

(M/n) watched how Gally ran away back to the main building, and he slowly turned around, his steps hesitant as he walked back to the boys, who seemed just as surprised as him.

"What was that?" Thomas asked as soon as he arrived, he opened his mouth to talk but didn't have any answer to that.

He shook his head from side to side and shrugged, "I don't know, Tommy..."

With the tense atmosphere, everyone decided it would be best to stop playing for now and just talk, but (M/n) wasn't feeling like talking at the moment, so he simply excused himself, muttering something about having a headache and he went to the infirmary when Winston told him he could rest there.

Laying on the bed, he racked his brain about the situation, remembering the kiss and Gally's reaction. (M/n) thought that it would've been nice if Gally only pushed him away and left with a threat, but... He was really confused about how Gally reacted.

The last thing he expected was to see him blush and just leave.

He let out a groan and rubbed his face with his hands, deciding that staying in bed wasn't gonna help him, he needed to distract himself with some work. Even if that meant seeing Gally.

[interstellarisse]

despite all the anger and hatred, im still just a girl who wants to be loved in a world where hatred can so easily be mistaken for love

[raidenssblog]

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.

[justanobsessedfangirl]

What Makes a Home - The Maze Runner Imagine

Request from Anonymous: I have a lil maze runner request. 🥺 maybe something involving a very motherly reader taking care and keep order of all the glade boys and — girl. yea, that’s all I got 😔 just some nice fluffy maternal stuff.

Warning: Some mentions of blood -- I don't think it's too graphic but it is mentioned.

Author's Note: I hope this is what you wanted! Thank you for your patience!

Word Count: 2.5k

"If you don't tie your shoes, you're going to trip over a rock and crack your head open and get a really ugly scar, and you know what you're going to think then? While you're lying on the ground next to the rock that just cracked your head open? You'll think, 'Gosh, Y/N really was right, just like she always is!' And then you'll die. All because you didn't tie your shoes."

Minho cackled as he bent down. He made a big show of double-knotting his laces, narrating aloud, "First you go left under right, then you make the bunny ears..."

You stood over him, hands on your hips, and tried to hold onto your scowl. You meant business. But then he looked up at you and he smiled and you felt yourself smiling back.

"Thanks, Mom," he teased.

You swatted at his arm but he twisted away, laughing as he shot back in to give you a peck on your cheek. He sprinted off to the Maze, calling out behind him, "Hope you're not too bored without me!"

Slinthead, you thought, but the words that came out of your mouth were, "Be careful!" You watched him until he disappeared into the stone mouth of the Maze, and then you waited a few more minutes, just in case he'd forgotten anything.

Time seemed to pass slower in the morning. The sun crawled up the horizon, creeping into a sky painted with vibrant reds, pinks, and oranges. The Glade began to stir awake.

A group of Slicers passed you on their way to the Blood House. Winston was at the head of the pack, talking with Frankie about something that seemed to require lots of hand gestures. Both boys nodded at you as you waved. Trailing behind them were Mike, Dave, and Geo. Geo was busy trying to step on the back of Dave's shoes, and Dave was busy trying to shove Geo away from him, but Mike slowed to a stop beside you, an easy smile on his face.

"Everything alright?"

You smiled back at him. "Yeah, you? Do you guys need any help?"

Mike shook his head. "I know we don't look the most competent," a few feet away, Dave had slung an arm around Geo's neck and gotten him in a headlock, and was now giving him a noogie, "but we're pretty good at our jobs. I just wanted to say thanks for taking over in the kitchen for me."

"No problem! I like helping Frypan."

Mike's smile grew. "You're the best. Let me know if you need anything!" He squeezed your shoulder and jogged back to his friends. Frankie had separated Dave and Geo and was holding them by the backs of their shirts, but that hadn't deterred Winston from his gesticulating.

You gave the group one last wave, receiving back a chorus of "Bye, Y/N!" and, with a final look at the Maze doors, you headed for the kitchen.

"There's our favorite girl!" Frypan exclaimed when you walked in, his hands deep in a ball of dough. The smell of bacon and eggs made your mouth water, and you saw Jim and Carl manning the flat top grill, bickering whenever they thought the other got in their way. Jack was beside them, providing empty plates and taking away the ones they filled, lining them up on the counter that separated the kitchen from the tables.

"You're just in time. We really knead you." Jack laughed at his own joke, jerking his chin to the dough, his hands full of plates.

Jim and Carl groaned in unison, then went back to arguing. Frypan began to sing, too loud and too off-key, and so perfect for the rambunctious peculiarity of the Glade that it made you feel at home. You smiled, rolled up your sleeves, and got to work.

Your shift in the kitchen ended after lunch with Frypan shooing you out the door. "We've got this handled now, I swear. Clint and Jeff will kill me if I keep you late again," he'd said. Then he'd ruffled your hair and shut the door behind you. A second later, you heard a loud crash, a cacophony of curses from the cooks, and a hurried, "We're fine!"

You made your way to your next job. It was a short walk, just long enough for you to run into Chuck, who tried to tag along with you until Zart, in charge of the boy for the day, hauled him back to the Gardens; and Newt and Alby, who walked with their heads bowed in deep conversation, only looking up to give you a quick greeting.

Gally lingered by the Med-jack Hut, holding his left arm to his body. His eyes were shifty, his face sulky. When he saw you coming, his lips set into a grim line that could have meant he was relieved or pissed off.

"Hey, Gally, you doing okay?" you said brightly, opening the door.

Gally followed you inside. "Fine," he grunted. As soon as he kicked the door shut behind him, he thrust his left arm in your face.

It was drenched in red. "Woah, what'd you do there?" You took a reactionary step back so it didn't drip on you, then peered closer.

"Dumb Greenie. Can't use a clunkin' saw." Gally spat on the ground.

You clucked your tongue at him. "Not indoors," you chided.

Gally frowned but didn't spit again.

"Sit down, I'll fix you right up." You pointed to the cot. Gally followed your directions like an angry toddler: trudging to the bed, sitting down heavily, and letting out a series of irritated sighs while you searched through the drawers. The medical supplies were sorted meticulously by Clint and put into frequent disarray by Jeff. You guessed Clint had been here last because you were able to easily find clean towels, wipes, and antibiotic ointment. You cleaned your hands with a wet wipe, tossed it in the trash, then returned to Gally, your brightest, most eager-to-help smile on your face.

Gally scowled at the floor.

You pulled his arm toward you and went to work wiping away the blood with a towel. "So a new guy did this?"

Gally nodded.

"And how'd that happen?" With the blood mostly cleared away, you could see a long, skinny cut along Gally's forearm. It stretched from just below his wrist halfway to his elbow. Although it had clearly gushed blood before, the rush had slowed. You applied pressure while you waited for Gally's answer.

"Idiot said he could cut the board. Idiot couldn't cut the damn board." Gally gritted his teeth as you pressed harder.

"What are you guys working on right now?" Peeling the towel back, you took a peek at the cut. It had stopped bleeding so heavily, and you could see that it wasn't deep. You let out a quiet, happy hum, then traded out the towel for a wipe. You started to clean the cut, glancing up at Gally every so often.

"We're...uh...working. On the Homestead." Gally's eyes flicked to yours, widened when he saw you were looking at him, then shot back to the floor. "Just normal stuff. Not for anything."

You raised an eyebrow. "Yeah? Not for anything?" Gally's mouth clamped shut. He looked like he wanted to be anywhere but there. "The cut's not too bad," you added after the silence had stretched on for too long.

"So I can leave?" He tensed like he was about to bolt off the bed.

"No! I haven't even bandaged it yet. It's like you're asking for it to get infected." You gave him a light smack on his uninjured arm.

Gally looked affronted. "No, I'm not," he muttered.

"You guys are too tough for your own good sometimes," you mused as you started dabbing the antibiotic ointment on Gally's cut. He grunted in response, which you decided to take as him profusely thanking you for doing such a good job. You bandaged his arm with a smile. "All set."

Gally was striding to the door as soon as the words were out of your mouth. "Thanks," he mumbled.

"No problem!" You started cleaning up, trying to match Clint's keen eye for organization. You were just trying to remember if he stored the creams alphabetically by name or by use when you heard someone clear their throat. You turned.

Gally was still standing by the door. His hands were on his hips and he was glaring a hole into the floor. "It's good," he said, seeming to fight to get every word out, "that we have someone like you. In the Glade." He nodded sharply, then stomped out of the room.

Your chest warmed and a shy, heartfelt smile crept onto your lips. "Thanks, Gally," you said to no one.

The rest of the afternoon was uneventful. Somehow, not a single Glader managed to get injured. Not even Chuck! Or someone working in the general vicinity of Chuck! You’d organized and reorganized the supplies, and when that had become mind-numbingly boring, you’d practiced your sutures and leafed through the medical textbooks. As the sun dipped below the horizon, you headed to dinner alone. Neither Clint nor Jeff had come to get you. Usually one of them would take over while you were gone, or, if all the Runners were back and the Builders and Slicers had finished their work for the day, all three of you would walk to the kitchen together. Leaving the Med-jack hut unattended made you uneasy. You hoped you would run into one of the Med-jacks on the way.

You saw no one. As you neared the kitchen, the air felt too still. The Glade was too quiet, too devoid of all the noises people made as they talked and ate and allowed themselves to unwind. You knew the kitchen and the dining area would be empty before you walked in, but it still made your chest run cold to see a place that was supposed to be so lively be so dead.

Your mind raced as you left the kitchen. Was there a meeting? You started walking toward the Homestead, then running. Why hadn't anyone gotten you? At the back of your mind, in that slimy, creeping voice that you hated, another thought arose: what if the Creators had taken all of them back?

You ran faster.

Suddenly, the doors of the Homestead burst open, and Gladers came pouring out, calling your name. For a split second, you were terrified. For a split second, you thought everything had gone wrong. Then you saw their grins. You heard their happiness. You slowed down.

"What's going on?" you asked, breathless from exertion and shock and excitement.

Newt was at the front of the group. "The boys made a little surprise for you, love." He tilted his head back at the Homestead.

"They did?" Your heart had pounded with panic seconds before, and it kept its same quick beat, only now trickles of warmth began to fill your chest and small butterflies beat against your stomach. Newt moved out of your way, giving you a clear path into the Homestead. Boys lined up on either side of you, more peering out through the open door, and, as you walked inside, a motley group of Keepers and your closest friends waited for you against the back of the room. The group was so thick you couldn't see the wall behind them. Thomas and Minho were front and center, wearing matching smiles of mischief and glee.

"One," Minho said.

"Two," continued Thomas.

"Three!" they shouted in unison, and the group parted to reveal a door.

A new door.

"That isn't--" you started to say, and then you were pushed and pulled forward, and they opened the door for you, and you were inside of the Homestead's newest room.

Your room.

Your friends filled in after you. They wandered around the small space, excitedly pointing out the things they'd brought for you.

"You obviously need a better blanket, so I put my second favorite one there for you." Minho pointed to the bottom of the bed, a roguish grin on his face. Both of you knew that was his favorite blanket.

"And I folded it!" Chuck added.

"I read that the smell of lavender helps with sleeping," Clint said when you saw the vase of flowers on your bedside table.

"And I put them in a glass!" Chuck added.

"Brought some housewarming snacks!" Frypan shouted as he and the other cooks weaved in and out of the Homestead holding trays of mini sliders.

"And I helped bring them over from the kitchen!" Chuck added.

"Newt and I...uh...tried to make some pillows." Thomas scratched the back of his head. "We recruited Jeff to sew them up. I think they'll stay shut?" He smiled bashfully.

"And I helped stuff them!" Chuck added.

"Made a rug out of sheepskin," Winston cut in proudly.

Chuck did not have anything to add.

As the commotion swirled around you, and you nodded and laughed and thanked everyone, you felt a quiet presence beside you. Looking over, you saw Gally, who seemed determined not to stare back at you.

"I thought you said you were just working on normal stuff," you teased. Around you, the room was warm and full of laughter. Your heart felt so full you thought it would burst. 

Gally shrugged. You figured that was all you were going to get until he said, “I came up with the idea for the window.”

The window was next to your bed. Its edges were crisp and neat, and, because they couldn’t make glass panes in the Glade, it was framed by wooden shutters so you’d be able to close it. Right now, it was open, and light from the setting sun streamed in and gave everything a comforting orange glow.

“I love it,” you said, and for a second you felt yourself getting choked up, all of your gratitude and care and love for these boys becoming overwhelming. You wanted to wrap all of them in a hug and never let them go, you wanted to tell each and every one of them that you appreciated them, you wanted to make sure none of them ever got hurt again. You wanted them all to know how much you loved them. But maybe, you thought, feeling all of them around you in this room they’d built and designed for you, maybe they already knew.

“It’s got something written on it,” Gally muttered. He nodded to the left shutter.

Swallowing back happy tears, you stepped closer, peering at the shutter's bottom edge. The words were neat, carved in delicate cursive that should have been impossible to do on wood. It said: Thank You.

You couldn’t help yourself. You started to cry.

Gally shifted uncomfortably before reaching out to give you an awkward pat on your shoulder.

You cried harder.

Then Minho’s voice rang out from across the room. “Check the other shutter!” he crowed.

Sniffling and wiping away tears, you squinted at the other shutter. There, painstakingly carved in elegant script on the right side shutter, was the word: Mom.

That slinthead.

[freakykira]

Freakquests Page

Hi, i’m Kira and I’m freaky. You can literally ask me ANYTHINGGGG, you want it, I’ll write it. But, that’s not what this page is all about. Just like every writer, I have my limits.

[DO NOT REQUEST PEDOPHILIA!!!]

I’ll write for…

TWD/The Walking Dead (TV Show & Game), Harry Potter, Blue Lock, Seven Deadly Sins, Mid90s , Riverdale, The Boys The Breakfast Club, TMR/The Maze Runner, Divergent, Detroit Become Human, Heathers (Movie), Good Girls, Marvel, DC, Youtubers, Rappers, Actors, OC/OC (of requests choice), Reader/OC, Reader/Unidentifed, Girl/Girl, Boy/Boy, Girl/Boy/Boy, and etc. !I know of more fandoms, but my memory is failing me, i’ll update this as I go! (Feel free to request a something about a fandom unlisted) !!ILL RESPOND TO EVERY REQUEST!!!

Genres…

Main Classification: [🍄] Fluff, [🚬] Angst, and [🎋] Smut.

Sub Classifications: [🪰] Horror, [🎳] Headcannon, [🚘] OC/OC, [👤] Unidentified, [🪀] Random/Practice Fic.

[liliumsabyss]

Hello I have once again found myself rereading the Newt fics and my love for them continues to grow. However thoughts have been thunk and I need protective Newt in my life. I’m happy to let you run wild with whatever ideas you want, if you can’t think of any here are some ones that have been floating around my mind:

Newt protecting reader while they escape the maze. Newt protecting reader at the WICKED facility (probs not what it’s called but can’t stop and think about that right now). Newt protecting reader from himself while he has the flare. Newt protecting reader from Teresa/WICKED after the betrayal.

Anything you want, I’ll take it all.

All the love for you and your work ❤️

Protecting and Patching

FEM DNI, I SWEAR YOU WILL BE BLOCKED

Newt(TMR) x Male Reader

Word Count: 1.96k

Tw: Maybe OCC Newt, Blood, Injuries, Mentions of Death, WICKED, Swearing, Weapons, General TMR Violence, Film Newt, Based on Both Novel and Film

A/n: Hey again! It makes me so happy that you enjoy the fics so much! I really like the idea of Newt protecting the reader at the WICKED facility especially since my love of that scene in both the films and novels is just <3<3<3 I love that scene so much of course I love Newt more and he’s just so great in the scenes even if it’s very subtle he does a lot of the shit in the scenes. I had so much fun writing this to the point that I rewatched the scene like eight times to include all the little detail things that happen since I just wanted to capture the feel of the scene and Newts character in that scene since it’s like their first time with face to face peril of WICKED. I had a load of fun writing this and I also learned that Thomas Brodie-Sangster the guy who plays Newt is one of the voice’s of Ferb from Phineas and Ferb I don’t know if I love this fact or if it makes me want to cry. Anyway I hope you enjoy and all the love to you! Thank you so much!

The boys flooded out of the vent into a dark room that was made of dark concrete floor and bright white concrete brick walls that were decorated with metal pipes winding and weaving into the florecently lighted hallways. The group stood antsy waiting for Thomas to give the next instructions, (Y/n) rocked on the balls of his feet, Newt quickly stepped closer to the other. Thomas started heading down the hallway.

“ Wait, go ahead I’ve got something I need to do” Aris calls out to the rest, one replying they will go with him.

The boys started sprinting down the hallway, Newt making sure the (h/c) haired male was beside him. The sound of footsteps pounded through the wall and the group turned the corner only to be met with a lady in a lab coat. The blonde quickly stumbled back making sure to put himself slightly in front of his lover blocking him subtly from the woman. 

“ What are you kids doing-“ The lady started before being cut off with the howl of sirens projecting from overhead siren lights flashed yellow. The lady’s face quickly contorted as the boys seized her holding her hostage as they continued their sprint through the corridor. They turned a corner (Y/n) being in front of the blonde when the ones who had passed the corner skidded to a stop. A man in all black with what appeared to be a large gun shouted a hey before raising the weapon and opening fire. Newt grabbed the (h/c) haired arm pulling him back clutching onto as they started to sprint the opposite way.

“ Are you ok!” Newt tried to shout over the chaotic shouts and pounding of footprints but it didn’t reach the other as he froze looking away towards where the man had come from. The blonde turned to see what the other was looking at, Minho was stopped several feet away with his fist tightly clenched, some let out calls questioning what he was doing at a time like this. Minho turned around letting out a yell as he sprinted full speed hurtling towards the wall as the man came around the corner. He kept through the air his knees close to his chest as he soared into the man taking him off guard knocking him into the concrete walls rendering him unconscious or dead. (Y/n) couldn’t exactly tell as the group surged forward Newt grabbing his arm dragging him along. Thomas had picked up the gun leading the group of boys through the winding hallways as they still kept the woman in the lab coat hostage.

A large metal door stood in front of them quickly being opened as they surged in seeing five very startled people in lab coats. Thomas holding up the large gun waving it between them screeching ‘where is she’ repeatedly. Newt turned to see (Y/n)’s face, he was biting his lip trying to push down the fear but the blonde could still see it in his eyes which had widened at Thomas’ sudden act of aggression. Newt quickly stepped in front of the other pulling his own arm behind his back to grab the (h/c) haired male's hand looking back raising his eyebrow. (Y/n) just gave the other a nod. Thomas had passed the gun to Minho who continued to keep the WICKED employee’s at gun-point. Newt ran forward grabbing a long strip of cloth attempting to tie their hands together as Thomas retrieved Teresa from the medical bed. Then suddenly someone standing next to the (h/c) haired male shouted ‘they’re coming this way!’ (Y/n) looked petrified turning towards the window in the door right where he had been standing. 

“ (Y/n) get back!” Newt screamed, his eyes widening in fear as he pushed through the crowd in the room towards the door. (Y/n) quickly sprinted out of the way, the blond pushed over a nearby metal examination table it made a loud clatter that shuddered through the already clambering room. There was a loud screech as the table was pushed by Newt up against the door barricading it. 

“ BACK EVERYONE GET BACK!” Someone shouted as a loud crash was heard, reinforcements crashed into the door trying to bash it open. (Y/n) turned at the sound of the panging of glass only to see Thomas thrusting a stool into the glass attempting to break it only to be unsuccessful. Newt looked with terror at the door as the WICKED guards were so close to breaking in so close to getting them all and then what would happen would they be killed like their so called rescuers or would only some of them be killed, would one of them be himself or even worse (Y/n), that future could not exist, he picked up another stool hurdling it towards the glass with Thomas. The loud sound of a shatter filled the room as the glass rained upon them. The boys leapt through the empty window frame that still had remnants of glass. Newt kept turning as the (h/c) haired male shakily attempted to climb through with the blonde spotting him, he however stepped on a piece of glass piercing through his foot the tip covered in blood appearing at the top of his shoe. The male let out a quick yelp falling forward onto Newt who luckily caught him.

“ Can you walk?” Newt said worriedly looking between the other’s shoe that was covered in blood.

“ I think so…” (Y/n) seethed, clenching his teeth. The blonde slowly lowered the male's legs to the ground still keeping his arms around him to take some of the weight of his foot. Newt looked up at (Y/n), (Y/n) giving a curt nod, his arm still stretched around Newt. Then they hear a loud crash. The (h/c) haired male didn’t even get a chance to look back before Newt had started sprinting, still supporting some of (Y/n)’s weight. The group sprints through the hallway being led by Thomas, Newt and (Y/n) towards the front of the group running on pure adrenaline. They all ran through a door. A man in a black ski mask with blank eyes stood there with a large gun which must have been the standard for WICKED. Thomas with little hesitation shot the man with the weapon he had been holding. Suddenly they hear the thundering footsteps echoing down the hallway from the WICKED employee’s. Someone yells shit as they race off again, they finally get to the access door all of them clinging desperately to the large industrial door. Thomas frantically swipes the ID card into the access slot, the door buzzes and a red light flashes denying access. The doors metal jaws stay clamped, some slap Thomas’ back yelling word’s of rush such as ‘c’mon’ and hurry up, but once again Thomas tries are futile as he once again frantically swipes the card it fails buzzing a sound of denial and flashing red. They hear the heavy footsteps of guards looking down the hallway and they see Jason surrounded by guards in tactile equipment heavily armed and holding up shields. Newt quickly pushed (Y/n) into the corner of the wall as gently as he could keeping in mind his injured foot shielding him from the rest as he turned to face the guard’s. Thomas quickly started walking towards Jason ready to open fire shouting at him to open the door only for him to respond with a threatening ‘you don’t want to do this’. Newts head whips behind him making eye contact with the (h/c) haired male whose hands were placed on the blondes back shaking, Newt looked away avoiding making the other more terrified he looked desperately back at the card slotted only one thought pummeling through his head how were they going to get out of this. Then as if a higher power heard Newt’s thoughts the heavy metal door screeches open its heavy jaws. Newt gives a cry of relief like most of the group as he throws (Y/n)’s arm around him, (Y/n) lets out a hopeful smile before they stumble through the door. Thomas lets out a few shots before his gun becomes jammed, throwing it at Jason and his security personnel. The metal door starts to shut slowly sliding down, everyone is screaming for Thomas to get there and in the little gap between the metal teeth of the door and the floor Thomas slides under. Jason hits the window of the door angrily as Thomas flips him off. (Y/n) still clasping onto Newt sticks his young out briefly mocking him as wide smiles spread onto the boy’s faces. They start at full speed sprinting through the large warehouse-like room stopping when they approach the large metal gate that stood a steel or iron giant whatever material it may be in front of them towering twenty feet standing between them and their freedom. Thomas quickly pulled a red lever allowing the doors to steadily open heavily, dragging open a greyish-blue smoke swirled past the door as the group flooded out.

Once they got to safety Newt and his lover separated from the group. The blonde still supported the others' weight as they hobbled to a corner where the two could sit. Newt carefully helped the other sit on the floor hoping that the pain had decreased and the bleeding stopped. He looked up at the other for permission as he went to take off (Y/n)’s shoe the (h/c) haired male nodded. Newt tried to take his shoe off as carefully as he could looking up at the other male who was biting his lip trying to not show how much pain he was in. Newt slid off the shoe to see a several inch wide gash going straight through the (s/c) skin of (Y/n)’s foot . It was bloody but didn’t appear to be bleeding as much as it was, being mostly caked in dried blood. Newt quickly took a flask of water that he had picked up earlier pouring the water on the wound. (Y/n) squirmed clenching his fists in pain.

“ I'm sorry love, I'm sorry.” Newt apologized, trying not to look up at the other in guilt. The blonde quickly tore apart part of his white cotton shirt’s sleeve, he gently held up the (h/c) haired male's foot using the cloth as a makeshift bandage wrapping the wound tightly letting the foot go carefully. The blonde then slid next to his lover putting an arm around him. 

“ This hurt’s like a shucking bitch!” (Y/n) whined to Newt waving his leg in the air.

“ It looks like we will be limping together for the time being.” Newt chuckled slightly making the rare joke about his leg only for (Y/n) to give him a bewildered look and a slight nudge. (Y/n) grabbed Newt hand interlacing them, Newt pulled their hands towards himself raising them slowly to his lips kissing (Y/n)’s hands as he peered at them with his honey brown eyes he gave out a short amused hum seeing the others bashful face.

“ We should get some sleep.” The blonde said hugging his lover slightly more into him, the (h/c) haired male leaned his head against Newt's shoulder with Newt reciprocating the action leaning his head against the others head.

“ Goodnight Newt”

“ Goodnight (Y/n), love”

The two drifted off into sleep in each other's embrace, the other boys shaking their heads at the lovesick couple leaving them alone as they continued to their shifts making sure not to wake the pair.

[rainydaydreamsideblog]

(The Maze Runner) He Gets Jealous

Author’s Note:  In my fics/imagines/headcanons, Gladers are aged up, and also movie version...  Also please bear with me, I’m getting the hang of Thomas’ character.

Thomas: He trusts you, and he knows you care for him, but he gets jealous on occasion.  He doesn’t want to make a big deal out of nothing, so he will quietly watch you and who you’re interacting with, distracted from whatever job he is currently occupied with.  He might ask you later in passing what you were talking about, but won’t say anything more.  He is more worried for your safety than anything.  Sometimes he’ll warn you about being alone with certain gladers, or check on you every now and then if he hasn’t seen you for a while.  He really doesn’t want to smother you or seem overbearing, he just worries.  If anyone makes you feel unsafe, he is bold in protecting you and making sure no harm comes to you.

Newt: He’s generally chill, but once in a while, an interaction in particular with another glader will bug him.  Maybe the guy was getting a little too friendly, or maybe you laughed just a little too hard at a joke he made.  Either way, Newt’s not going to make a scene.  He’s more on the petty, subtly possessive side.  If he’s not already in the vicinity, Newt will make his way over and inject himself into the conversation.  He wants not only your attention, but to also to shoo the other glader away and lay a silent claim.  If the person in question that’s giving you attention is being so forward as to make you feel uncomfortable or unsafe, Newt won’t hesitate to jump to your defense and be direct in telling them to back off.

Minho: He is rather confident in himself, you, and the relationship in general.  He isn’t one to really get jealous or possessive.  He actually finds it funny when greenies have crushes on you, and he’ll let them know you’re not available with a chuckle and a playful clap on the back.  He might even throw in some humorous bragging for good measure.  If someone means you any harm or discomfort, there will not be a trace of amusement in his eyes.  He will undoubtedly put himself between you and the threat, expression hard and intimidating.

Gally: He gets jealous rather easily in the Glade.  Early on, he has some insecurities to work through, so it’s a process.  He finds himself less tolerant of other gladers getting too friendly, and he gets irked when greenies come right out of the box staring at you.  He’ll get petty with you over it from time to time, but most of his anger is directed at the person who makes him feel threatened in some way.  One of the more level-headed keepers who he trusts will give him advice, and it’ll finally dawn on him that behaving like that will only push you away.  His patience and confidence begin to build from there.  He still gets jealous, but he doesn’t respond to it in such an unhealthy way.  He even starts teasing the greenies who are crushing on you, and relaxes a bit.  He still doesn’t hesitate to show others you’re his and lay claim.

[angelofthenight]

*reunion in the Death Cure*

Gally: (y/n)?

Gally: (y/n)!

Gally: *runs to you in slow motion*

You: Gally?

You: Gally!

You: *runs to him in slow motion*

Gally: (y/n)!

You: Gally!

Gally: (y/n)!

You: *grows angry* Gally!

Gally: *grows concerned* (y/n)?

You: *goes into full sprint, angry* GALLY!!!

Gally: *turns to run away* OH SUGAR HONEY ICED TEA!!!

[newtkive]

pixels [ newt x reader - modern text au ]

ch. 3 - infamous minecraft night

summary: the usual minecraft night ensues, and newt comes to a realization.

warnings: strong language, mutual pining, none really.

➥ m.list

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note: the first meme is minho i swear. anyways first written chapter yaaaay !!

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The only sounds coming from Newt’s apartment were the whirring of his pc and the shuffle of his friend situating himself on the living room couch. Newt was stationed in the corner of the small apartment, typing away at his computer, head down and floppy blond hair over his forehead.

“Dude, chill. You’re going to give yourself carpal tunnel from typing that fast.” Minho said from his spot on the sofa. His hands were behind his head, feet on the coffee table and shooting a judgmental look Newt’s way.

The older looked over his shoulder, running a hand through his hair. “I thought I told you to stop putting your nasty feet on my table.” He retorted.

Minho rolled his eyes, dramatically stomping his feet back on the ground. Another look was shot his way, curtesy of Newt before he turned back around, focusing again on his screen. “We getting on Minecraft or what, man?” Minho sighed, putting his laptop on his lap.

“Uh, yeah, go ahead and get on. I just finished my work and I’m gonna join the call.” Newt mumbled, taking hold of his mouse to click off of the library website he was editing, and switch to the Discord app. It took a second for him to find ‘The Glade’ group, noticing three active members in the voice chat to the left side of the main chat. He suddenly saw the chat moving as an alert popped up, showing that a familiar name was typing.

y/n: yooo newt get on!!

y/n: i see you online. get on call! we need a voice of reason

Newt’s dark eyes flew across the screen, a small smile gracing his lips as he read what you said. Behind him, Newt could hear Minho scoffing. The sound must have sobered the blond up, since his smile fell and he coughed to snap himself out of it.

“Dude, how come she asked you to join? I’m online too!” Minho grumbled like a spoiled kid.

Newt smirked, sending him a look again from over his shoulder. “Because she needs a voice of reason, or so she says. You’d only serve to make things worse in whatever is going on in that call.” The older snickered, and a harsh glare came from his friend. Newt swore he heard Minho mutter a few curses under his breath as he turned back around, but he let it go.

Clearing his throat, Newt clicked on the voice chat and prepared himself. An onslaught of voices immediately filled his ears, a mix of halfhearted arguing and giggles from Alby, Gally, and yourself. As usual, dark eyes instantly found the small square that housed the image of you and Newt couldn’t control the smile that lit up his face.

“Newt!” You beamed right back at him, waving through the screen.

“Y/n!” The blond reciprocated the wave and felt his cheeks heat up as you giggled a bit.

A few groans lit up the call belonging to Alby and Gally. The two had a similar set up going on; sitting in front of their fancy gaming computers while adorning a headset, a bit distracted as they played Minecraft.

“You could say hey to us too, Newt.” Alby sassed, with a broad grin and raised brows.

“Yeah, but you guys probably caused whatever problem is going on." Newt chuckled. This elicited a furious nod from you in the corner, and Alby immediately began wagging his finger in the camera with a series of 'no, no, no's.

"Sure, go see what Y/n did to my house." Gally remarked the bottom left corner of the screen and rolled his eyes.

"I only blew half of it up because you destroyed my shed!" You gasped at Gally. Newt's smile grew at their antics.

"You mean my shed that you've been squatting in!" Gally shouted back at her. There was a hint of an amused smile on his face despite the obvious irritation about the TNT blowing his hard work up. Newt figured it would have been a bigger deal if it was anyone else's property, but Gally was an absolute beast at Minecraft; he could fix any damage within mere minutes.

Before you could retort, the sound of another person joining the call cut you off. A vertical screen stretched to fit the layout, and a blurry image of a familiar brunette was shown.

"Heyyyy, guys!" Thomas sing-songed out, holding his phone up in the air like a stereotypical dad. He was clearly walking along the snow covered streets, wired headphones in as he adjusted his beanie. The crew let out a chorus of 'hey man's and 'hey Tommy's'.

"Where the hell are you?" Newt asked, laughter laced in his voice, head tilted to the side to decipher where his friend was going.

"Uhhh, I'm on my way home," Thomas started, looking around as snow began to fall a bit, almost seeming unsure of his own words, "I think, at least."

"You think?" Newt echoed, amused.

"You're like one of those kids who need a leash on their backpacks." You said, grinning at your best friend as he trudged along the almost barren stone street of New York.

Thomas shrugged, a little laugh bubbling out. "I guess. I kinda got lost, I thought this old lady was following me so I faked her out and went a weird direction. Now I'm in a fancy neighborhood." He explained.

Alby, Newt, yourself, and even Minho from behind Newt let out a loud laugh.

"Dumbass." Gally snickered, grinning for once on the call.

"Tommy, you're nuts." You mumbled, hand moving rapidly along with your mouse as you tried to fix your shed, eyes glancing back and forth between the screens.

"Who was that? Is Min there?" Alby questioned, squinting at Newt's image on the screen.

Newt scooted his rolling chair to the side to reveal Minho's slouched over form on the couch. The man's smile comically fell as he was revealed, almost like he had an upset image to keep up (he did). "Wow, you know my laugh anywhere. You're obsessed with me." It was Minho's turn to sass out, as usual.

Alby rolled his eyes and Tommy grinned at the sight of their friend. "Minho! Hey, buddy!" The latter waved enthusiastically as he trudged the quickly darkening streets. Minho simply flashed a middle finger, making him pout.

"Join the call, Min. You should get on Minecraft too." You piped up, eyes looking away from your phone camera and glued to your laptop.

"No, fuck you guys. I'm mad at you." Minho all but shouted, arms crossed and leaning back on the couch.

Newt scooted more into the frame again, shaking his head. "He's pissed still, as you can tell."

"You're the one who removed him." Alby said, clearly annoyed.

"But you guys are the ones who didn't add me back!" Minho shouted again, glaring at the screen from his spot.

"I added you back!" Alby corrected him.

"Oh, please." Minho didn't know how to reply, so he just scoffed at the man. He was right after all, and Min didn't like being wrong.

Newt shook his head, leaning back in his chair. He shrunk the screen a bit to pull up Minecraft, eager to see what kind of damage was done to everyone's homes.

They had build up a cute little town: dark oak houses, each unique to every person who built them, all leading up to a giant cherry blossom mansion that Gally resided in. The shed beside the mansion housed any stray horses found—each horse assigned to a different person—and your own little blue bed. You refused to live in your own home after everyone made fun of the dirt house you and Tommy built together. Unlike you, Tommy stood his ground and stayed inside of it. You chose to spite everyone who made fun of you and move into the public stables, inconveniencing them.

Newt crossed his arms and patiently waited for his game to load as he tuned back into the conversation. You had convinced Minho to play with all of you if you gave him your hard earned diamond—emphasis on the singularity of the use of diamond. You often had a hard time mining without dying, so you took pride in your jewel.

"Oh, c'mon. That just means you'll steal more of my shit." Newt said, pretending to sound exasperated.

At the sound of his British accent rolling through your speakers like honey, your eyes immediately darted back to the screen to see Newt's smirk. A blush emerged on your cheeks and you bashfully smiled. "No, I won't! I swear." You said, a bit embarrassed.

Newt didn't mind you borrowing his things, and he had an inkling that you knew that. "Sure, I bet that'll last for an hour." He chuckled.

Internally, Newt was giddy at your interaction like a school girl. Now he was internally embarrassed. At the perfect time, his game screen loaded and he began playing the game to distract himself.

"Guys, promise me you'll tell me if there's someone behind me." Thomas piped up while trekking through the streets. Everyone monotonously agreed, not fully paying attention.

"Guys, c'mon!" Thomas whined incessantly, sounding like a little kid. You giggled and assured him you'd keep an eye out, and he seemed to calm down at those words.

With that, the group gaming really started up. It was weird without Thomas being online and his little character not moving around, but his constant talking filled the void.

On the other side of the screen you were reeling at the sight of Newt. He was focused on the game, lip between his teeth, brows taut, and messy, thick, blond hair splayed over his forehead like a golden crown. Brown eyes constantly flickering around the screen but somehow finding their home on you in the end—or at least you hoped.

Newt was thinking similar things about you. Eyes catching your form every time you moved your hair to the other shoulder, or ran your hand through it. He tried not to be obvious and strayed away from glancing over at every movement, but it was hard. If he caught your gaze, he would waggle his brows a bit, and you would dissolve into that cute little smile that lit up his stomach in butterflies. Thankfully, no one noticed your interactions—or at least that's what both of you told yourselves.

By the time Thomas got to his own apartment, and those affected rebuilt their in-game homes, things were slowing down and tiredness overcame most of you. Even Minho's shit talk from behind Newt had almost came to a halt. The first one out was Gally, claiming he had work tomorrow. Next was you.

“G’night, you guys. I have a 9 am Zoom class tomorrow, I gotta be up early.” You grumbled. A hand came up to lazily rub at your eyes as you carried your phone to your room, and Newt resisted the urge to say something along the lines of 'goodnight sweetheart' (which he didn't know why that popped up in his brain).

The group of guys chorused a goodnight to you, all waving. Newt stared at your image, your sweet smile that would stick in his mind long after you hung up. The sound of you leaving echoed in his brain as he stared at the spot where you once were. That is, until Alby's video replaced where yours once was and he scowled.

"What's with the stink face?" Thomas gawked at his friend from where he laid on his bed, phone sat up next to him on the pillow. His friends sudden smile turning into a stoic expression startled him.

"His girlfriend left, that's what." Minho said, walking up behind Newt. Min placed his hands on Newt's shoulders, and the blond shot him a dirty look, shaking his hands off.

"Shut up. The fuck does that mean?" Newt grumbled. Everyone seemed to notice how bothered Newt sounded, which only made smirks grow wider. Everyone but Tommy, who was just about half asleep by now.

"Ahhh," Minho started and tapped Newt's bicep, "just as we all thought." Minho left it at that and stood up straighter, hands on his hips. Newt looked up at him entirely confused.

"Do you guys talk outside of the groupchat?" Alby asked.

"We talkin' about Y/n?" Thomas slurred out.

"Yes, dumbass." Minho leaned down so Thomas could see his annoyed face, but his eyes were closed.

"Uhhhh, not too much, no." Newt shrugged. "Why does it matter?"

Minho gave him an 'are you actually stupid?' type of look, arms crossing as he gazed down at his best friend. "'Why does it matta?'" He mocked his accent, "It matters cause it'll show her you like her!" Arms flew up in the air, as if the answer was obvious.

All Newt could manage to do was look to the side, tongue to his cheek as he ignored the blossoming blush thanks to the topic.

"Min is right, dude! You should talk to her more." Alby's words seemed more encouraging than Minho's. Maybe it was due to the fact that all Minho ever expressed was sarcasm and disdain, but Newt just didn't find him as earnest as Alby at the moment.

"They're right," Thomas piped up, lazy smile on his face. "She's super easy to talk to."

"What?" They all bellowed out in unison.

"You talk to her?" Newt was flabbergasted at this new revelation.

"Uh, duh. She's my best friend. So what?" Thomas scrunched up his brows, eyes cracking open.

Newt just scoffed and shook his head. He wasn't jealous, just.. at a loss for words. "Alright, on that note, goodnight." Newt punctuated his goodbye with a press to the 'end call' button.

The black screen faced both boys, and Newt quickly stood, beelining for his kitchen to make some tea.

"Dude, you call me dramatic." Minho grumbled. Newt just gave him the umpteenth pointed look of the night from his spot next to the sink. As soon as the blond turned around to put the kettle on, filling it up for two, Minho let his knowing smile show.

"You stayin' the night?" The older one called from the kitchen. He decided to ignore whatever that humiliating topic was prior.

Minho plopped down on the couch, head in the pillow, and fishing for the television remote. "You know it." He said. It wasn't odd for Minho to spend the night, as the couch was honestly dedicated to man at this point. Newt liked the company anyways.

The best friends fell into a rhythm of one finding a Netflix show and the other preparing two mugs of tea (Minho usually detested it, claiming it was too British for him, but he surprisingly learned to like it. He would never admit it, but he actually found himself making some tea when he was at home).

Newt had the previous short conversation replaying in his mind over and over as he zoned out while waiting for the water to boil. Did he really like Y/n like that? Yeah, she was gorgeous, and he always found himself looking for her approval and reactions, but he didn't want to be that guy who liked the only girl in the friend group. Although, he knew the situation wasn't really like that.

As Newt brought over the steaming hot mugs and sat on the opposite couch from his friend, waiting for whatever action movie was pulled up to play, he decided talking to Y/n more wasn't such a bad idea.

[hollybell51]

hii!! if requests are open, could i have a gally and reader where during dinnee she falls asleep on him?? and he has to carry her back and everyones teasing them?? maybe they spend the night tgt and the next morning they confess? Just lots of teasinf and fun and blushy gally! Thanks 💕

Teasing and fun and blushy Gally you ask for, then teasing and fun and blushy Gally you shall receive. 

If there was an ‘out’ to go to

Series masterlist, masterpost

Gally x fem!Reader

The Maze Runner (2009 novel - James Dashner, 2014 film - Wes Ball)

Word count: 2474 (woah!)

Summary: literally what acupnoodle asked for. You fall asleep on Gally, he carries to bed and stays at your behest. Confessions are made. 

Content: fluff (so much fluff), teenagers being teenagers, Gally is a sweetheart, friends to lovers ig.

Notes: ok I know it’s not that great but omg I had so much fun writing this. One request down, five to go!

You were exhausted. In fact, exhausted was an understatement. You were tired to the bone and you had no idea why. It wasn’t like you’d done anything out of the ordinary, “the ordinary” wasn’t even that strenuous. Sure, hammering in garden stakes might leave you with sore arms and blistered hands, and pulling weeds was hard on your back, but the gardens were easy. Not like being a builder. Not like him. 

He was fine, laughing beside you at some (probably lame) joke from one of the other noticeably not tired boys at your little table, his shoulder bumping against yours every so often. He was always fine. Always ready with a smile and a nod to you, a large calloused hand held out like some kind of nineteenth century gentleman whenever you got up or sat down. The other boys liked to poke fun at him for how he treated you, but you adored it. 

“You alright, (Y/N)?” he was asking now, his brows furrowed slightly. With a start, you realised that your head had begun to droop forwards, and that several people were looking at you oddly. 

“Fine,” you said. Gally raised an eyebrow, but shrugged and continued to dig into the plate of rich stew and tender brown rice before him. Your mouth twitched with the hint of a smile as you felt his strong, rough fingers find and envelop your own under the table, squeezing gently. God, this boy. 

The laughter and chatter was beginning to blur into one humming, buzzing drone in your ears, the food you’d just finished heavy and warm in your stomach. Your mind swam, at ease in the warmth and comfort of the glade, Gally’s hand anchoring you. But then you were drifting, drifting…

“Oi,” said Zart, pointing with his fork at Gally’s shoulder. “Did she just fall asleep?” 

Gally turned his head carefully, glancing down at where the warmth of your body pressed against him. You were completely boneless, slumped awkwardly over his side, your hand still resting in his and your cheek mushed up against his arm. Your breathing was deep and even. Shit, you really were asleep.

“Be quiet,” he said quickly, “don’t wake her up.” He’d felt the moment your head had come to rest on his shoulder, but hadn’t let himself dwell on it aside from noting the frantic lurch his heart gave and the swarm of butterflies you’d unwittingly unleashed in his stomach. 

The other boys, idiots that they were, hooted in unison. 

“Gally the grump’s got himself a girl!” sang Ben, peering around to get a look at your sleeping face. “And a damned cute one too!” 

Gally felt his cheeks heat uncomfortably. “She’s the only girl, shuckface.” But Ben was right. You were beautiful, when the sun was glancing off the walls mid afternoon and gilding you in gold. You were pretty, when you smiled as you took his hand when he offered it to you – something he still didn’t even know the reason for. You were fascinating to watch as you worked, your fingers effortless transforming empty dirt into a veritable wellspring of food. And yeah, you were cute, when you were slumped against his side, out like a light. 

“Should we do something?” Zart frowned, still pointing his spoon at you. “She doesn’t look comfortable. And she might drool on you.” 

“Gally’d love some (Y/N) drool,” someone – luckily for them, Gally didn’t see who – called down the table. “Wouldn’t you, Gally?” 

“I said be quiet!” he whisper-shouted, glaring around. How you’d ever managed to conk out in this racket was beyond him, and how you’d managed to stay that way was even more of a mystery. 

Ben frowned, drumming his fingers on the table. “Maybe we should wake her up, tell her to go to bed.” 

“Do you wanna wake her up?” Gally almost snapped, keeping his irritation out of his voice with no small effort. “No, I’ll just carry her.” He said this mostly to himself, but realised his mistake in voicing the thought almost immediately. A massive chorus of whooping and laughter interspersed with a few whistles went up, a few boys even going so far as to bang their fists on the table. 

Gally was quick to scoop you into his arms, standing carefully and gathering your limp form against his chest. It wasn’t a far walk to the tree that overshadowed your hammock, but every step risked tripping or stumbling, which would be disastrous while carrying you. You weren’t heavy, as such – certainly nothing he couldn’t handle – but you were a dead weight. 

Finally, he reached the old sheet he’d helped you hang up as a sort of privacy screen, kicking it aside with a muttered curse when his foot got tangled in the material. The world really didn’t seem to be on his side tonight. Aside from the fact that he was holding you, of course. 

You shifted in your sleep, a half-formed syllable slipping from your lips. 

“Shh,” Gally whispered. “It’s alright, you don’t have to wake up. In fact, please don’t wake up.” God, what would you do if you saw him now? He could imagine the pink flooding over your cheeks, like it had that one time he’d thoughtlessly remarked that he loved your laugh. You hadn’t been able to meet his eyes for a full ten minutes, overcome by secret little pleased smiles whenever he caught a glimpse of your face. It’d made his heart soar, there was no other way to describe the swooping feeling inside him that still arose whenever he thought about the incident. There it was, right now. 

Gally shook his head, dispelling the memory. He wasn’t going to get caught up in the stupid sappiness you unfailingly dragged out of him, the same sappiness that drew the mocking whistles and laughter of the other boys like iron filings to a magnet. You ignored it completely, though how, Gally was at a loss. He’d toyed with the idea that you were just unaware of it, but that had to be impossible. No, you were just a good deal better at keeping your head than he was. 

Now, as he lowered you as gently as he could into the hammock, he was acutely aware of how close he was to you. You looked so small, bundled into the cocoon of well worn cotton on top of a mess of blankets – something he should have thought to move before putting you down. He let himself look at you for a moment. Your still, peaceful face; your chest rising and falling gently with every breath you took; the fine shadow your lashes cast on the delicate skin beneath your eyes. In the dim light emanating from the closest lantern, you could have come straight out of his dreams. 

But you were real, and you were going to get cold if he didn’t give you a blanket. He wriggled one carefully from under your body, spread it over you and tucked the edges into the hammock. Then, on an impulse, he bent and placed a soft kiss on your forehead. 

You stirred, a faint sigh and the tiniest hint of a smile. “Gally?” you slurred, your eyes still closed. Were you talking in your sleep? Should he respond? 

“Yeah,” he murmured after a moment’s consideration. “Just me.” 

“Mm.” You smiled again, fumbling to get your hand free. Somehow, as though by instinct, your fingers found his and you gripped his hand firmly. “Stay,” you whispered, voice thick with sleep. “Stay?” 

Gally was frozen, unable to do anything. “Yeah,” he said dumbly. “Yeah, I’ll stay.” 

“Good,” you smiled. You muttered something else, but it was lost as you turned sideways and snuggled deeper into the blanket. 

Gally stood stock still, his hand still in yours. What the hell did he do now? He couldn’t just leave, and he certainly couldn’t get in that hammock with you. The thought made something inside him twist with longing, but he had no idea if you wanted that. Sure, you were friends – close friends – but that was a step he didn’t want to take while you were asleep. No way. 

Eventually, he settled down with his back against the tree, arm resting on the side of the hammock, fingers still entwined with your own. It was far from the comfort of his own hammock some five metres away, but the sound of your breathing and the small, warm weight of your hand in his more than made up for it. 

It’s not so bad, he thought, resting his head back against the rough bark of the tree. The distant sounds of the other boys’ chatter floated through the night, mixed with the scuttling and chittering of the invisible nocturnal creatures who shared their home. It’s really not so bad. 

The harsh, dissonant grating of the Walls woke you, just like it did every morning. You opened your eyes and, just like you did every morning, allowed yourself a few seconds to stare into the canopy of the tree above. Like every morning, the pale light of daybreak was filtering gently through its leaves, landing in soft patches on the blanket covering your body. You wriggled down in the hammock, just as you did every morning, stretching your arms wide…

“Huh?” 

You jumped. Your hand had hit something. No, someone. That didn’t happen every morning. You spun, your legs tangling in the blanket, and stared. Gally was sitting against the tree, rubbing at his neck with a grimace. 

“Gally?” you asked, unsure if you were still dreaming. What the hell was he doing here?

“Hey (Y/N),” he mumbled, wincing as he turned his head from side to side. “Bloody hell, that tree sucks.” Then, seeing your confusion, he frowned. “Are you alright?” 

“Yeah,” you said slowly. “What are you doing here?” 

Gally’s cheeks flushed pink, his gaze dropping from you to the ground. You were a little grateful for that; you must have looked like shit. It was stupid, you knew that – everyone looked like shit in the Glade – but something about Gally made you care about the stupid things. How you looked, how you acted, how you sounded, how you smiled, how you laughed. He’d said he loved your laugh once, and you still couldn’t stop the smile from breaking across your face every time you thought about it. He drove you insane.

“You fell asleep at dinner,” he was saying now. “It wasn’t exactly quiet over there, and you looked tired. You were probably sleep talking or something, but you asked me to stay, and I didn’t know what to do so I just…” he trailed off, waving a hand vaguely around the hammock, you, and himself.

“Oh,” was all you could manage. You’d vaguely recalled the feeling of someone’s strong arms lifting you, a rough hand in yours, someone telling you that it was alright and that you didn’t have to wake up. And a kiss, feather light on your forehead. But that had been a dream, right? A nice dream, but a dream all the same. 

“I’m sorry,” Gally was saying now. “If I overstepped or… or anything. I can go if you want?” 

“No, don’t go,” you said quickly, then realised how clingy and desperate it sounded. “I mean, if you want to you can but I don’t mind.” You cringed at your own words, wishing you could pull them back inside you, stuff them deep down where they’d never see the light of day. “Thank you,” you said instead. “For… this.” 

Gally smiled, picking at a piece of grass near his foot, twisting it between his fingers. “Anything for you,” he mumbled, then blushed, avoiding your eyes. 

Your stomach did a flip, but you laughed it off. You swung your legs over the edge of your hammock, leaning forwards and taking his hand in both of yours. “I mean it,” you smiled. 

Gally’s eyes flicked up to meet your own, clear and serious. “So do I,” he said. 

You weren’t sure how to respond to that. You just sat there, dumbly holding his hand in yours and smiling, your heart thundering madly. He didn’t see you the way you saw him, right? He treated you differently to everyone else, he was softer and he smiled more. He never made jokes at your expense, and sure, he’d held your hand as you fell asleep on him and then carried you to bed, but he was just being nice, wasn’t he?

“Can I…” He hesitated, cleared his throat, then began again. “Can I kiss you?” 

Oh. “Kiss me?” you echoed, your mind frozen. 

“Sorry,” he said quickly, his cheeks flushing crimson. “God, sorry (Y/N) I didn’t–” 

You cut him off. “Yes.” 

“What?” 

“Yes,” you nodded. “Yes, you can kiss me. I want you to.” 

He frowned. “Are you sure?” 

You nodded again, leaning further out of your hammock towards him. He met you halfway, his lips soft against yours, and butterflies exploded into a whirling storm in your stomach. He was so gentle with you, his free hand cupping your cheek so tenderly it made you want to scream. You let your own hands find purchase on his chest, steadying yourself so as to avoid falling out of the hammock – you were definitely leaning too far forwards. 

“Woah,” you whispered when he pulled back. 

“Woah,” he repeated. His thumb stroked over your cheekbone, as strongly comforting as anything that was him was. 

“I didn’t know you thought about me,” you said. “Like that, I mean.” 

He grinned. “I do. Do you think about me? Like that?” 

You nodded, your own smile matching his. You were downright giddy, on top of the world, and nothing could ever bring you down. 

Gally stood, holding out a hand to you just like he always did. You took it, pulling yourself to your feet gingerly. But this time, where he usually would have let your fingers slip from his, he held on.

“I’d ask you out,” he said. “If there was an ‘out’ to go to.” 

You grinned. “I’d say yes. Besides, it’s the thought that counts.”  

“The thought that counts,” he agreed. 

You stood in silence for a moment, then, “I’d go ‘out’ if ‘out’ was a landfill site.” 

“I’d never take you to a landfill site,” Gally said, shaking his head adamantly. “Never.” 

“What if I liked landfill sites?” 

“Maybe then.” 

You smiled for what must have been the tenth time in the short time you’d been awake, stretching up to place a kiss on his lips. He held you close, smiling against you. Your knees practically turned to jelly. 

“We’re never going to hear the end of this, are we?” you murmured. 

“I don’t care,” he replied.

You shrugged, smiling once more. “Neither do I.”

[mackjlee9]

Gally x Male!Reader [Angst&Fluff]

Author's note: this is like... heavily based on The Rejected, but of course, this can be read separately from that, it doesn't affect this one shot at all.

Masterlist.

The Maze Runner

Requested by BåůmŠquåd W187 on Quotev

"We can make it out of here. I know that."

There was silence for a few seconds in the Glade as they let those words sink in.

And just like that, like the breeze blowing by, guys who were on their side started making their way to Thomas, mumbling quiet apologies to them.

Gally and (M/n) made brief eye contact, unsure of what to do next.

"It's over," their sight shifted back ahead of them, "Just come with us..." Despite Thomas' words being directed to all of them, his eyes were locked onto (M/n)'s, it was clear who he wanted to have by his side.

He stared at Thomas, at Teresa, and all the guys he called friends standing in front of him, ready to go into the Maze and maybe, find their way out. (M/n) looked at each one of them, at Minho, at Newt, at Fry, at Winston, and he soon remembered all of those who weren't here with them to witness what was happening.

Some of his best friends were waiting for him to come with them, but he couldn't do it.

He couldn't leave Gally just like that, not after everything they'd been through together.

(M/n) sighed and turned his head to look at Gally, whose eyes were locked on him, not even acknowledging all the other guys staring at them. Green eyes looked into (e/c) ones, pleading (M/n) to stay, terribly scared that he might leave him too.

It broke his heart to see Gally so vulnerable, his hand gripping onto the back of his dirty and worn shirt, trembling as the seconds went by, beginning to feel desperate at the thought of (M/n) actually deciding to go with Thomas into the Maze.

And the weak smile Gally received from him almost made him double over, wanting to wail and cry for him to stay.

(M/n) took a deep breath as he turned to look at the others, silently waiting for his response, hoping they would come along as well, but that's not what they got.

"Good luck against the Grievers," everyone saw how determined to stay (M/n) was, and some of them felt the need to stay, as if they'd changed their mind, no longer sure of their choice.

However, before they could make their way back to Gally, Thomas called to them and ran into the Maze, soon followed by those whose resolution didn't waver and the hesitant steps of those who did.

They watched how they left and got out of their sight when they rounded the corner.

It took a bit, but everyone left in the Glade began making their way to what was left of their home, and (M/n) wondered how things were gonna go now.

Will they survive? If so, for how long?

He couldn't take even a single step forward when Gally's arms wrapped around him, tightly. He was shaking and sniffing on his neck as he cried. Silently, he rubbed Gally's back slowly, whispering in his ear that everything was gonna be alright.

"It'll be fine. Things will get better."

If only he could believe his words.

//////

They tried. Everyone did.

Ten guys against two Grievers didn't sound too hard, but it didn't sound easy either. They tried their damnest and succeeded, but at what cost?

Everyone was dead, or dying, and nothing could be done.

(M/n) got up from the ground, and grabbed the spear a Glader had lost while running away before getting captured by one. He released a shaky sigh and cautiously started walking out of the Deadheads, everything was quiet.

The fight they had and all the screaming that echoed was now gone, it just disappeared, and the quietness did nothing to ease his freaked-out mind, sharpening his senses as he walked forward, trying to find anyone that could still be alive, but nothing.

And now he was panicking... What if he was the only one alive? What if...?

From afar, relatively close to the Maze Doors, he spotted someone, they were pulling apart the slimy flesh of the Griever and rummaging for something inside. A cylindrical device that beeped rather slow and quiet.

He got closer and saw them stand up to their full height. It was...

"Gally?" He whispered to himself, and he witnessed with horrified eyes how the blond ran into the Maze, alone and without a weapon, "Gally!"

The only logical thing he could do was run after him.

Navigating the Maze was hard, even if he had gone in a handful of times in the past, getting lost was easy, but he tried. It was weird that Gally seemed to know where he was going, and his legs trembled and shook as he struggled to catch up to him.

If he stayed quiet, he could hear the beeping of the device getting more frequent, and whether it was closer or further away, so he kept going, knowing that Gally was somewhere ahead of him and he wasn't gonna stop for (M/n) to catch up.

The sound of echoing footsteps reached his ears, and he ran faster, rounding the corner, stopping as he slipped and almost fell. He gasped for air and looked around.

(M/n) saw multiple Grievers dead, along with some of the guys that went along with Thomas, there was blood on the stone floor he was walking on, making dragging marks as they went over the edges on either side of him. Carefully peaking over, he realized he couldn't see the bottom, and he felt like his stomach was gonna spit through his mouth.

He took a deep breath, put the spear down, and slowly walked forward, and into the dark tunnel, following along it as he got closer to the light.

He knew better than to believe they were out of the Maze, everything felt off and unsettling. (M/n) stepped out of the tunnel and stepped into a long hallway, it extended to his left and to his right. He was unsure of which way he should go until he stepped on something gooey. It looked like Griever spit.

A set of footsteps left a mark on the floor heading into the hall on his right, and he walked that way, his hand unconsciously dragging along the wall he was closest to.

After a short while that felt a little too long, he came across a door that displayed 'exit' atop it, he rolled his eyes at the inconvenient comedic timing. Even so, he walked in.

An open door on the other side of the room made him groan as he covered his eyes, the sun was too bright and the air coming inside felt scorching hot. He stepped to the side where he didn't have to look at the light directly and soon, he got adjusted to the room.

He didn't see anything worth mentioning, just computers and scientists dead. He walked around the long table, seeing pictures of his friends on the monitors, labeled 'subjects' instead of their names.

He felt sick at the thought of just being treated like experiments, and he wondered where the rest of his friends had gone to. Maybe they were outside...?

His train of thought stopped when he looked down.

Lying by the door, was Chuck. Dead.

(M/n) froze for a few seconds, feeling tears gathering in his eyes as his brain processed what he was seeing. Slowly, he knelt on the ground next to Chuck and gently wrapped his arms around his body, he blinked and a few tears made their way down his dirty face, looking into his lifeless eyes.

He sweetly moved his curls away and pressed a kiss to his forehead, backing away and gently closing Chuck's eyes, letting him rest in peace. "Goodbye, little buddy."

He sighed and placed Chuck's body back on the floor, regretful that he didn't have a way to give him a proper burial. He deserved it, he was just a little kid.

His whole life was taken away by W.I.C.K.E.D, and (M/n) would do anything-

The frown on his face disappeared instantly the moment he looked up, his eyes landing on another body lying on the ground. He stood up and tried to make his way over to them, but his legs shook and quivered, his sight completely glossed over with tears as his bottom lip trembled, he could barely move, and the only thing keeping him moving was the adrenaline.

"Gally...?"

He mumbled, his hands shaking violently as he placed them on his face. Truth is, (M/n) didn't know what to do, just cry and hold Gally close.

There isn't much he can remember from that moment, but he recalls the sound of various vehicles stopping outside before making their way inside the facility.

"We've got a survivor!" One of them screamed and they approached him, these people had tactical gear and masks covering their faces.

And they were trying to pull him away from Gally.

"No! Let go of me! Gally!" (M/n) managed to elbow the guy holding him on the stomach, getting free from his grip and crawling his way back to Gally, "I'm not gonna leave you, okay? I'm not..."

His body shook with each sob he released, blinking away the tears to be able to see Gally's face clearly, wanting to engrave it in his memory. But then again, he was being pulled away from him.

He groaned and kicked, pulling his arms away from the foreign hands holding him back, "I won't leave him! Stop, let me go!" His voice broke, desperately pleading to these people to just let him stay there with Gally.

There was no point in living if Gally wasn't gonna be there with him, reminding him to eat all three meals, to mess up his hair with a playful smile, to show him his drawings, to hear his beautiful laugh, and to comfort him when he didn't feel worthy. He couldn't live if Gally was gone.

"I can't... Gally..." He whimpered and made a last attempt at freeing himself again but to no avail.

"Sir! He's still alive!"

(M/n) saw a spark of hope in the dark tunnel he found himself inside of, and he felt like he was moving toward it, needing the hope to be able to continue.

"Save... Save him! Please, save him!" He yelled at them, as he stopped fighting their hold, and he watched how they stabilized the spear through his chest to cut the handle off. He had refused to leave, struggling against these people again, who decided against it and simply stayed put, "Can I... Can I go with... With him?" He asked between gasps, "Please, let me... Go with him..."

One of the guys holding him released his grip, moving to help the other group get Gally on a stretcher and take him outside to their van.

(M/n) was taken outside in the scorching sun as it began setting, and he started squirming and screaming when he realized he was being taken to another vehicle than Gally.

"Fuck off!" He pushed the man behind him and ran toward the group of four carrying Gally onto the van, and he got in, closing the door behind him. Seeing as he hadn't run away or caused any other major problem, everyone got in their car and drove off.

(M/n) felt his eyelids heavy, but he refused to fall asleep, observing closely what they were doing to Gally to keep him alive.

From what he heard, it was bad, and it would be a miracle if he survived, but he clung to that hope.

He clung onto the possibility of a miracle occurring.

//////

The days that followed felt like a blur.

(M/n) was glad that Gally was still alive, and he hadn't been able to thank the doctor that saved him yet which upset him, but he couldn't leave his side. He had especially learned how to clean his wound and change his bandages, just to have an excuse to be with him, take care of him, and wait for him to wake up.

It was painful, really. He had been told Gally would wake up eventually, but they didn't know when it would happen, how they were unsure if there would be any other issues within his body, and (M/n) was constantly on edge, sitting by his side, sleeping on the worn couch in the infirmary, talk to him about the good memories they had back in the Glade, and where they were.

Even if Gally couldn't hear him or know he was there, he still did, because he cared, and he was scared.

The image of Gally's body lying on that cold floor would flood his subconscious every night, and he was convinced that he would never fully believe or realize that Gally was still alive.

It was early morning at the base, and he had just been taken to the cafeteria by the doctor, Lauren, to eat something. He couldn't, but he tried, for her.

They stayed silent, and after enough time had gone past, (M/n) got up and left, apologizing to her and heading back to the infirmary. It was hard to stay away from Gally for longer than twenty minutes, he couldn't do it.

He sighed and opened the door, expecting to see him there on his bed, still in a coma, just... Waiting for a miracle. But no, Gally was awake.

He was looking around the room, slowly, frowning at the sunlight coming through the slightly open blinds, setting a glass of water -the one he left there- down, when he heard the door being opened. Then, his green eyes, which had been devoid of all emotion, landed on him, shining brightly as they regained their usual glow.

"(M/n)...?" His voice was hoarse and raspy, probably from not being used, and (M/n) found himself shocked in place, looking at Gally as if he wasn't real.

He took a step forward and struggled to take a breath, his eyes filling with tears as he approached Gally, who was also getting emotional at the sight of (M/n) there, by his side, alive.

"Gally," he whispered his name, his voice trembling as he did so, and he got closer to the bed he was lying on. He held his face in his hands, and they looked at each other as if they couldn't believe it, smiling and chuckling between tears, "I missed you, so much," (M/n) hugged him, careful of not hurting him, his face buried on his neck, wetting his skin with his tears.

"Sorry, I... Kept you waiting..." The sound of his voice brought shivers to (M/n)'s back, and he couldn't resist.

He lifted his head away from Gally and leaned in to press their lips together, with no hesitation. Gally gasped in surprise but smiled against (M/n)'s lips and kissed him back.

Their lips moved against each other slowly, and Gally sighed through his nose at the feeling of (M/n)'s hands holding his face gently, his hand lifting to intertwine his fingers to his (curly/wavy/straight) hair, tugging on it weakly, feeling shivers down his body at the quiet satisfied hum he released.

Unfortunately, their kiss was cut short when Gally's breath faltered, reluctantly pushing (M/n) away to regain his breathing. The stinging pain in his chest worked to bring foggy memories back, but he was scared to ask just yet.

"Sorry, are you okay?" (M/n)'s hand moved through his hair, observing him attentively, and Gally felt his face getting hot, knowing he was blushing when (M/n) smiled at him, chuckling and leaning closer again, placing a kiss to his forehead, "I'm so happy you're awake, Gally."

He smiled back at him, "And im happy... You're here with me, (M/n)," at that moment, nothing else mattered to them.

They had each other again, and that's all they could ever ask for, or need.

[thelastcitysposts]

I’m Right Here

Character: Newt x GN!Reader

Fandom: The Maze Runner, Safe Haven Setting

Categories: Reader Insert, GenderNeutral!Reader, Angst, Fluff.

Word Count: 3879

Warnings: Mentions of past violence to the reader.

Requested?: Kind of! Excited for this Part 2!

Summary: This is PART 2 to my ‘I Need You To Be Safe’ story. (I’M SO SORRY THAT THIS TOOK SO LONG!) Newt and Y/N have been rescued and taken back to safety. Reunion occurs but will Newt’s guilty conscience get in the way of them truly being happy?

~

It had been four days.

Four days since everyone had fought for their lives and liberties at the Last City. Fending off WCKD, rebellions and a mind-eating virus.

And for everyone that had been conscious during those days, they finally let out that deep breath that they had been holding in for years.

The Right Arm had successfully saved as many immunes and people they could from the hands of WCKD, and had transported everyone to their Safe Haven. A little island location with the most breathtaking beach.

On the first day, Frypan, Gally and Minho had helped Vince load everything onto their ship. Their supplies, the survivors and their friends that were still recovering from the trauma and injuries their bodies had faced the day before. They had given Newt Thomas’ plasma that contained the cure as soon as they could, which knocked him out cold. Thomas was still in recovery from his battle wounds, and so were you.

On the second day, they had safely arrived in their new home. All hands were on deck to achieve a new home. Gally was building again, new homes for everyone and making sure they were comfortable. Frypan started scouting for food around the area and recruiting people to his new kitchen, and Minho, he was helping in any way he could. For he did not need to run anymore.

On the third day, Minho sat beside his friend's bed as he did every day. Newt began to stir awake. This jolted Minho from his seat with the biggest smile he had worn for many weeks.

As Newt's heavy and crusted over eyes began to open, the boy rubbed his face despite the pain he held all over his body.

‘Newt?’ Minho whispered, placing a gentle hand on his friend's shoulder. Hoping to not startle him.

‘Minho?’ Newt hoarsely spoke back, staring at his friend in disbelief.

As much as Newt had remembered being cured and the events that happened to him that night, he was still missing blank spots in his memories.

He remembered crawling around the WCKD lab with Thomas and Y/N.

He remembered the fatigue and pain he felt that gradually got worse as they trudged around the city.

And then it's all black, until he remembers you. Laying on the ground, blood streaming from your side from the stab wound that he inflicted.

With that memory in his mind he turns to his friend.

‘Where are they?’ he said sternly, guilt laced in his voice as he hurriedly tried to get up from the cot he was put into.

Minho pushed his friend's shoulders back carefully, not wanting him to hurt himself.

‘Wo there. Lay back down please Newt you're going to hurt yourself.’ Minho exasperated trying to get his friend to calm down. “They are okay, they haven’t woken yet’ he said like it was the simplest thing.

‘What do you mean? What have I done? Where are they?’ He struggled to get out while fighting against his friend. Had he hurt you beyond repair? Was it too late? He had only just had you in his arms.

‘They are going to be fine. They lost a lot of blood, they just need some more time.’ Minho tried calming his friend. ‘Just relax please. You’re not looking to good yourself’ he sadly announced.

Newt sighed, laying back down while wincing and staring up at the wooden roof above his head. He honestly couldn't care less to ask the question of where he was, if they were safe, what happened to WCKD. None of that matters if it meant that you were in pain somewhere in the world.

‘Thomas hasn’t woken either yet. But he will and they will too. We made it Newt, you made it. We are safe now and everything will be okay. As soon as you rest and recover. I’m going to get someone to help you with the pain. Stay here’ Minho said sternly as he patted his friend on the shoulder and walked out of the hut.

Newt watched his friend leave the hut, waiting a couple of minutes before rising up out of the cot as he did before, feeling his head start to spin from the fast movement.

He stood fast and looked down at his feet, trying to ground himself before he made his way out of the hut and squinted from the bright sun that cascaded around his new surroundings.

As his eyes began to adjust he saw everyone. Tending to their new home, laughing with each other and enjoying the peace and serenity that they had built for themselves. He listened and heard nothing but tranquility and silence. No humming from electricity that he learnt to live with during the maze, no arguing that he became so used to in the months afterwards. Just silence.

It made his ears hurt. Because in his mind, all he heard was his thoughts screaming at him for what he had done to you.

Limping and aching, he hurriedly looked around him. You must be in this area recovering if he was too.

Searching each hut he passed, bursting through the doors like a maniac trying to see your smile again. Only to find that each one was either empty, or filled with supplies.

Growing frustrated in his panicked state he began yelling for you. Tripping up over his feet as he sprinted around on the sand.

He spotted another hut a couple meters ahead of him, using the last of his strength that he held he raced towards it, slamming open the wobbly door. And seeing you, lying peacefully in a cot, eyes closed.

He stopped immediately upon seeing your face. You looked so peaceful and tranquil. He approached with caution towards your still body, worried that any movement he makes will injure you just as it did days ago.

Opting to kneel on the ground beside your cot, he reached out and delicately held your hand, feeling how cold and pale it looked. Almost lifeless. It knocked the oxygen straight out of his lungs as he felt hot tears run down the sides of his dry cheeks.

He began to sob, no words being able to reach his lips apart from ‘I’m sorry’ millions of times as he became erratic. Gripping onto your fist as he broke down on the floor. He didn’t feel full anymore, the only reason why he wasn’t screaming right now was for the small movements of your chest rising each time you drew a silent breath.

Keeping his eyes trained on your matted hair that laced around your face, he lightly swept some of the strands away from your face before giving himself the courage to place his chapped lips on your forehead, before immediately rising to his feet and leaving the room. He felt as if the energy around him would bring you to your demise and he couldn’t risk that. Not when it came to you.

As soon as Newt had reached for the door handle and walked his way outside, he collapsed onto his knees, grabbing at his face and crying into his hands. How could he have done this to you? Even in the state that he was in those nights before, how could his love and adoration towards you not stop his actions and keep you out of harm's way? God, he wasn’t even able to tell you just how much he loved you before he hurt you.

Minho and Gally had spotted their friend from a mile away, already on their way back to him to keep him company and lift his spirits. They had never seen this boy as upset and broken before. His usual kind and happy nature, gone.

They rushed to him and held him on the ground as he sobbed. Mumbling how much of a monster he was and how he wished it was him that was in your shoes and not you to the two that held him.

Minho looked towards Gally, sad eyes holding onto his friends as he caressed Newt’s shoulders, no words being able to creep from his mouth as he communicated with Gally in silence.

What could they possibly do to mend a broken heart?

—

It had taken another day passing, and for Minho to sleep on the ground next to Newt for someone to convince Newt to drink some water, and eat something.

Thomas had woken now. His physical wounds began to heal, making his own way out of the hut and trying to rebuild his life again after everything that they had lost.

Brenda had decided to spend the day by your bedside. Wiping wet towels across your forehead and checking your wounds to see how they were healing.

When she found you laying on the concrete, blood dripping from the knife handle that hung tightly on your side. She made it her mission from then on to make sure you would survive. She tended to you when she could, made sure the fabric that laid under your head was comfortable enough and let the ocean breeze come through the front door to let you have fresh air.

When she had met everyone from the Glade back at her home, she had taken a liking to you immediately. Your kind nature, matching Newt’s was always something she was so fascinated by due to the onslaught of trauma you had been through.

So she would do everything she could in her power to make sure that you would be given the happiness and life you deserved once they got out of that hell hole.

‘You can do this Y/N’ she whispered, leaning her chin against the hand that laid on the cot beside your head.

—

Hours had passed now, the sun starting to fade away into the horizon and creating a cascade of purples and pinks. Everyone at the camp had set up a bonfire, celebrating the first night of freedom after setting up the camp for the last few days.

Newt sat besides Thomas, after reluctantly joining them all at the celebrations. Minho having to basically drag him out of the hut and force him to sit, and have a drink. To rejoice alongside his peers. Which Newt found so incredibly hard to do.

As you laid in your cot, darkness consumed the world outside. You begin to stir, shuffling around in the cot before awakening with a loud gasp and a wince. Your abdomen is still in pain, but mostly because you hadn’t moved in so long.

Looking around you, you first noticed the fresh smell of salt that hung in the air, the structure around you and the small candle that was alight next to your head.

Slowly making your way to be sat with your legs hanging off the cot. You sat trying to get a grasp on everything that rushed inside of your head.

You had been injured last you had remembered, but also Newt had been cured. Even just the thought of that had made you sigh happily out loud.

Taking your time to stand, you walked towards the door of your hut and opened the door. Looking around at your surroundings.

Even in the darkest you could see that you were by the ocean, the smell from before giving that away but even with how dark the night sky had become you could still see the moon's reflection on the tide as it rocked from the current.

Scanning around to the right you noticed more huts and structures halfway finished.

That was enough to tell you that you all had made it. This was the Safe Haven you all had dreamt about for years. The place where you all could finally relax and live your life the way it was meant to be lived.

Spotting the raging bonfire in the distance and the sound of cheering and laughter. You made your way over there slowly. Holding your wounds as you watched as faces you recognised became clearer in your vision.

The first face of which you saw, was Brenda’s as she came bounding over to you at the speed of light.

‘Y/N!’ she screeched happily and engulfed you in the tightest hug you had felt in a long time, almost sending you tumbling to the ground which caused you to giggle.

‘Brenda! We made it!’ you smiled happily and squeezed the girl back. Ignoring the mass amounts of pain in your side as you held her close. Happiness overtakes your senses rather than dealing with pain. You’ve dealt with enough of that in the past.

Pulling away, Brenda begins ‘God I knew you would make it. I missed you so much.’ she claims, grabbing each side of your face before bringing you back in. Laughing at her and you smile widely. ‘Can’t leave you here to deal with all the issues alone now can I?’ you smiled back at her and then pulled away again.

Smiling to yourself you look around and watch as faces you knew come closer to you.

Minho, Gally and Fry coming up from every direction and joining in for a massive group hug.

‘Welcome back Y/N’ Gally exclaims while messing around with the hair on top of your head. ‘Now that your back Y/N could you help Fry please? His food is making my stomach hurt again’ MInho laughs while his friend whacks him in the chest.

‘It’s so good to see you guys. I can’t believe we are finally here, it doesn't even feel real!’ you exclaim and laugh alongside them.

However, your mind isn’t exactly trying to stay in this moment too much longer. As your eyes search the crowd for the one face you beg to see. The only person you want to be held by.

Newt.

Where could he be? Is he okay? Did he make it to? And if so, why isn’t he here?

Brenda was the first to watch your eyes trail away from the conversations happening around you. Obviously knowing what you were searching for.

‘He’s by the pit Y/N’ she smiles and pushes you along as you give her the cheesiest grin back.

Making your way closer to the fire, you watch as faces, new and old pass by your vision. People who you had seen around the Right Arm and new recruits that you had helped save that night days ago smiling at you, nodding their heads and lifting their drinks as they indulge themselves.

Your smile started to grow smaller and smaller each time you looked around and could not see him.

Until, you did.

There he was, sitting quietly next to Thomas, nothing coming from his lips and his eyes dead as can be. This made you pout as you made your way over to the two.

Thomas looked up first, smiling and nudging his friend's shoulder while waving to you.

As soon as Newt looked up, you watched as his eyes went wide. Like a deer caught in the headlights. He almost looked scared to see you, that feeling making you stop in your tracks as your smile immediately disappeared off your face.

Was he not happy to see you? Was he angry at something you did?

You weren’t sure as you stood there, racking your brain for any wrongs that you may have done. While watching as Newt stood up, and instead of walking to you, hurriedly walked in the opposite direction.

You frowned, watching as the love of your life walked away from you. This wasn’t what was supposed to happen.

Thomas looked up to you from his spot by the fire at you. Watching the orange flames cascade around your figure as you looked defeated. He got up, and made his way immediately over to you.

‘Hey Y/N’ he said softly, rubbing the back of your forearm for comfort. All you could do in a response was look back up to him and give the smallest of smiles back before looking back at Newt’s disappearing figure in the distance.

‘He woke up a day before you and freaked. He didn’t think you would make it’ Thomas explained to you as he watched the cogs turn in your brain to understand what happened.

‘Does he think that this is his fault? I’m right here Thomas, why couldn’t he just come talk to me?’ you spoke back, finally looking at Thomas’ face with tears starting to form in your eyes.

He sighed lightly before bringing you into a tight embrace, letting you cry against his shoulder lightly. ‘I think that he is scared, Y/N. He needs you just as much as you need him.’ he starts to explain. ‘I have known Newt for a long time, and trust me on this. I have never seen him more happy and content than when he is by your side’ he reassures you as he lets you go.

As much as that fills your heart with joy, you need to go and find Newt and help him realize that everything is okay now.

Giving Thomas a tight nod you pull yourself away from him and begin walking in the direction that Newt has just headed to. Lifting your head up high as you trailed after him.

Since he had a head start, you walked fast until you could start to see his figure appearing in the distance. ‘Newt!’ you yelled, picking up your pace.

You knew he could hear you, but he just kept walking.

‘Newt, please!’ you yelled again, starting to jog despite the pain that you started to feel.

When Newt heard your sweet voice calling for him, it scared him. He wished that he just wasn’t here, maybe that would keep you out of harm's way. It wasn’t until you begged for him that he stopped. Not by choice, but the adoration he held for you in his heart stopped his legs before he could even think.

You saw when he stopped walking, but yet he was still turned and faced away from you. You jogged faster to him, reaching out to grab onto his arm.

‘Newt’ you whispered as you huffed, tugging on the sleeve of his jumper he adorned trying to get him to face you. ‘Please Newt, just tell me what I did. What happened? I don’t understand’ you rambled as your breathing started to normalize.

This made Newt turn around in an instant. ‘What you did? What do you mean what you did Y/N? I hurt you!’ he yelled back, causing you to take a step back. The wild look in his eye makes you remember the torment and anger he went through when he first discovered the virus.

‘You didn’t hurt me Newt, the virus was plaguing you! You were a crank Newt, that wasn’t you’ you whispered back, leaning backwards while staring into his hard eyes.

‘No Y/N, I hurt you. I stabbed you, the one person that I love and cherish. The one person who I thought maybe my stupid idiotic crank brain might think twice about. But no, I stabbed you. I caused you to be unconscious for days with no certainty of your recovery. I let you sit there on the ground while you bled out, too weak to even get up and help you myself’ he yelled back at you.

This stunned you. Not only his angry words directed at himself, but the word love. He had never said that to you before and this was not exactly how you expected it to happen.

This caused you to stay still, unnerved by his stature.

This caused him to look down at the sandy ground. ‘Right, well. Just stay away from me, please’ he begged. His heart breaking whilst turning around and beginning his journey away from you.

As you watched his footsteps make marks along the sand, trailing away you huffed.

‘Get back here Newt right now and face me yourself if you’re so scared!’ you yelled, causing the blonde to turn around and look at you wide eyed.

‘How am I ever going to prove to you that that wasn’t you Newt. What will make you realize in that shuck brain of yours that it was the damn  virus! Don’t make me stand here and watch you walk away from me while I spent the last year loving you!’ you yelled back.

You watched as Newt’s face immediately softened at your words. Love. How could someone he hurt so badly love him?

You watched as the clogs started to turn in his brain while he thought of what he could do. He could turn around, and continue walking. Maybe he could find someplace else on this island that would be far enough away from you to keep you safe?

Or maybe, he could just lift his head up, storm right to you and show you just how sorry he is and how much you fill the empty void in his heart? Mend the wounds that he had been facing for the last few days and just start again?

And the second option is exactly what he did.

Without a second thought, he raced towards you and held your face in his hands, causing you to look up at the boy's beautiful brown eyes.

‘I’m right here, Newt. Can’t you see that? I’m right here’ you whispered to him and you felt your body relax in his hands.

He looked deep into your eyes, searching for any form of regret of anxiety from his presence. Trying to find something that would make him run in the other direction. But he couldn’t, all he could see was the same love he held for you.

He wiped the tears that began flowing down your cheeks before leaning forwards and kissing you with all of his might. Hoping that the outpour of emotions that leaked from him would convey just how sorry he was and how much he loved you.

Leaning back into him, you reached your hands around his neck and reciprocated happily and passionately. Relaying every emotion you had in your brain at that moment. Never ever wanting to pull away from him.

He pulled away suddenly, placing his forehead against your own and resisting the smile that was aching to reach his lips.

‘I’m so sorry my love’ he whispered almost silently before taking his hands away from your face and wrapping them around your waist to hold you close, as his knees gave away from under him and he brought you down to the ground with him.

‘Shhh, it’s okay Newt. I’m here. We are both here, and we are safe.’ you smiled at him as you held him closely, rubbing the hair on the back of his head and rocking you both slowly.

Looking up from your position you watched as the last bits of the sun disappeared and the night became dark. But you didn’t care. You had made it.

Both of you had made it, alongside almost everyone you cared deeply about. You were safe.

It would take time to heal, both your own wounds but also Newt’s. It would take time to be comfortable again.

But time wasn’t something you were worried about anymore.

You have all of the time in the world.

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